#Wonpil smut

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Day6 Smut Headcanons

As promised, here's some smut headcanons for these boys! 💙🍀💚 I posted a Younghyun A-Z once, but that was 5 years ago (!) so my opinions are probably a bit different now. 18+ under the cut, yall~

Sungjin

It takes him awhile to really understand that you find him hot, to understand that yes, you are very attracted to him. He doesn't see himself in that way, so it's flattering and surprising for him, even if you tell him on many different occasions. Because of that, you often have to be the one to initiate sex, at least for a few months into a relationship. But when he is in bed, he's a good partner; very attentive, and passionate when he gets going. No dom/sub dynamic with him, just mutual pleasure. Everything's very balanced: you go down on him, he's gonna go down on you. He doesn't really think about which of those he likes better, it's all nice in his mind. When you give him head, he guides you carefully with both hands, watching you intently and holding your hair gently. When he gives you head, he focuses and closes his eyes, making out with your pussy until you're squirming. Loves to shove his tongue as deep into you as he can get it. He loves to be on top and in control, so something classic like missionary is definitely a go-to, but he also loves having you on your stomach and taking you from behind. His sounds are minimal, as he tries to maintain that Busan tenacity, but when he does let go, his moans are deep, clear, and melodic with a slight husk. When he cums, he pushes deep into you, bites hard on his lip and slips out a curse. And oh does he love to cum inside you, to fill you up and revel in his possessive tendencies. But if not inside you, he likes it when you jerk him off onto your tongue. Would call you something like "angel" or "kitten". He probably wouldn't say it outright, but he loves to spoil you.

Younghyun

A very intimate partner; his hands are all over your body whenever he gets the chance. He'll come up behind you when you're cooking or doing dishes and wrap his arms around you, kissing your neck or just standing there with you in his arms and his chin on your shoulder. In bed, he'll pull off your garments piece by piece and let his hands and lips traverse your body before anything else. He loves intimate positions where your bodies are closely intertwined, and loves to hold your gaze while you have sex. Having you straddling him while he sits on a couch or comfy chair is a fave for him, and he'd be up for cock warming too. Calls you "baby" all the time, and likes to be called a nice little domestic pet name like "honey". He's very talkative during sex, not just with dirty talk, but having like full conversations. He has such a penchant for truly enjoying and appreciating experiences while he's having them, so it's quite common for him to smile warmly at you when you're together. He loves oral sex, both giving and receiving. When he's giving, he spreads your legs wide and uses his fingers a lot, watching your reactions to everything. When you're going down on him, he furrows his brow and bites his lips till they're red and swollen, trying so hard not to let his instincts take over and fuck your face. But if you let him...yeah he'll take the opportunity. Deep throating is such a big turn on for him, and he just loves to cum in your mouth and see you swallow. He can be a bit shy with his moans, relying more on his words, but with a little encouragement will let you hear them more. And thank God for that, because he sounds lovely; relaxed and husky and sprinkled with dirty words under his breath. "Oh my God, you're so good for me, baby...taking it so good...yeah, you want it, don't you, baby? Tell me how much you want me..." If you suggest something a little kinkier or toys, he'd hesitantly be open to trying it.

Wonpil

Anyone who's read some of my Wonpil stuff knows that in my mind, he's the quintessential Baby Boy 😌💕 He needs a soft dom to take care of him. Very obedient and loves to please, he'd let you tie him up, gag him, blindfold him, leash him, tease him, edge him, whatever. He loves it when you take charge, and his favorite positions are when you're on top, though he also likes to spoon. He also would totally let you peg him. When he goes down on you, he prefers for you to sit on his face. Run your fingers through his hair and tell him how good he is letting you use his mouth, and he's melting into a whimpering puddle beneath you. When you go down on him, he squirms and whimpers for more, but bites his tongue to keep himself from begging too much. He watches you with shaky breath as you take all of him in your mouth. Cums wherever you tell him to, often ending up doing so in your hand. He tries his best to hold it until you tell him he can cum, but he has a hard time with that. Breathy, clipped, whiny moans leave him when you touch him, only getting louder and whinier the closer he gets. "Please, I'm so close, c-can I cum, please?" He's very curious about toys and open to experimenting with them, on himself and on you. Loves to be called "baby boy", "honey", "sweetie", things like that. He'll call you "baby" in public and whatever you want him to behind closed doors. He gets off to the idea of cuckolding, but would probably never actually let another person fuck you.

Dowoon

He gets kinda cocky when he knows you want him, and so uses the opportunity to tease you and make you ask for it. He likes to hear you say you want him, and sometimes playfully won't even let you kiss him until you say as much. Despite that, he's clingy, but not annoyingly so. It's really very endearing. Innocent date nights turn hotter faster with him, and you may never watch an entire movie together, as you always end up dry humping or fucking before the credits roll. He loves your ass and is always finding some excuse to have his hand on it. In public he'll just call you by your name, but in bed he likes to call you "princess" or "good girl" and to think of himself as more dom than he actually is. Deep grunts rumble in his chest, along with exasperated exhales, when you fuck. "Going crazy, can't believe how good you feel..." He's actually not that into receiving head, but he loves a good handjob. He'll go down on you, but thinks of it more as foreplay and doesn't stay down there long. Which is a shame, because he's quite good at it. He just can't wait to be inside you and often gets ahead of himself, and so most of your sex life is intercourse. But once he starts fucking you, he's so determined to do his very best. He's focused and passionate, and loves to try all kinds of positions. If he had to choose a favorite, it would probably be reverse cowgirl. Again, because he loves your ass, and because it's endlessly hot to him to watch you riding him. He's also a bit voyeuristic, loving to watch you get yourself off. Public sex is intriguing to him, but he's hesitant to actually try it. He loves to cum on your chest, and often ends up just pulling out and hurriedly cumming wherever's closest, like your ass or lower stomach. Doesn't often cum inside you though, he likes to see your skin covered in it.

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Hi, I miss day6 so much. I’d like to request 65 with Sungjin please. So excited to read! Thank u

Sungjin & 65. “Quiet, baby, the others will hear.”

♡ Send me a request!

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I miss them so much too. I think it shows in this. ♡

You couldn't be more thankful that your boyfriend's friend group was so easygoing, kind and funny that you clicked instantly - since Sungjin spoke so highly of them, you really wanted to be able to make a good connection with them.

Sungjin was glad too, which resulted in you tagging along for most of their outings and lunches; you were more or less one of them now. And that's how you found yourself cuddled with Sungjin under a warm blanket, watching a Disney movie with his friends sprawled over different parts of his living room.

You were in a pretty fucking great position, you couldn't lie. You were painfully aware of how nice Sungjin's body felt against you, how his big hands were holding you close, and it was taking everything in you to not ask his friends to please get out because you can't keep it in your pants.

You were hardly concentrating on the movie, and Sungjin tracing circles on your shoulder wasn't helping at all. To satisfy yourself a little, you leaned up and kissed him on his jawline, to get his attention. He looked at you with a smile before kissing you fully, and you took the opportunity to get closer to him, adjusting your position.

He discreetly moved his hands to your hair, taking care to not make any loud or obvious movements. You were so frustrated with how little he was giving you, even though you knew you wouldn't want to be embarrassed in front of his friends either. But it felt so purposeful, like he knew how needy you were and was teasing you on purpose. You wouldn't put it past him, honestly.

By this point, everyone had fallen asleep - it was the third movie in a row and the middle of the night; they were probably tired from the day's activities. But you were wide awake.

"Sungjin," you whispered, looking at him as your lips detached from his. Your forehead was resting against his, his hand still lightly cradling your head, making you look at him.

"What, baby?" He asks, a twinkle in his eye. You know he knows.

"I want you to kiss me properly," you said softly, resting your head on his shoulder. His arms held you against him, and you were getting more worked up from the proximity. God, he was intoxicating.

The others were well aware that a dimly lit room with big sofas and bulky blankets was a ready invite for you two to fool around, so when they chose their places to watch the movie, they made sure to keep a safe distance from the both of you. The realisation that you and Sungjin were the only ones on the sofa while everyone else was asleep at least five feet away was both funny and embarrassing.

But you didn't have much time to think about it as Sungjin's fingers traced along your torso, under the loose shirt you may or may not have chosen strategically. Every touch was so careful and gentle that it made you all the more frustrated; when his other hand began grazing under your ear you almost snapped.

You put your hand on his chest and buried your face in his neck, feeling a soft laugh from him at your antics. "Baby, please," you mumbled into his neck, and the sensation made him take in a sharp breath.

"Please what?" He teased again, his hands still making you feel impossibly sensitive.

"Do something 'cause I'm about to cry," you whined, moving your head to look at him. "I'm sorry I'm saying this in front of your friends, I know it's embarrassing and stupid but I really just–"

Sungjin discreetly slipped his hands under the waistband of your pants, and kissed you before you had a chance to make a sound. His fingers lightly pressed your pussy through your underwear, and you sighed into the kiss. When he started moving them, though still not fully satisfying you, it got harder to keep quiet. You went back to cradling in his neck, squeezing your eyes shut to concentrate on staying silent.

And then, it happened. As skilfully and smoothly as he had touched you elsewhere, he moved your panties to the side and pushed in two of his fingers, painstakingly slow. And you couldn't stop the moan that left your lips at finally feeling him inside you.

"Quiet, baby, the others will hear," he spoke against your ear, his deep voice so close to you. You then realised the movie was long over – everyone was still asleep, but it meant you didn't have the TV to drown you out anymore, and had to work even harder to be quiet.

Sungjin started moving his fingers, and your hand moved to grip his shoulder. His other hand now cupped your breast, lightly flicking your nipple, and all the while, he got busy with leaving soft kisses on your neck. There were so many sensations at once, you were starting to lose your mind. "Ah, S-Sungjin, fuck..." you whined when he started to pick up the pace, gripping his shirt uselessly as you squirmed in his hold.

"You're so pretty like this, baby. Why did you apologise? I'll always give my baby what she wants. This is what you want, isn't it?" he whispered huskily, and he noticed the way you shivered involuntarily; the way you bit your lip to stop yourself upon hearing his words.

You felt his thumb starting to touch your clit, and the stimulation was almost too much – he was still mercilessly toying with your nipple, the pain and pleasure of his fingers on your breast was already driving you insane. And of course, the way he was talking to you, voice low and stern, was making all of this a lot harder.

Sungjin evidently knew you well, because as soon as he started to flick your clit with his thumb, he brought up his free hand to cover your mouth. And even though you missed his hand on your breast, the idea of him keeping you quiet like this was a lot hotter.

You felt your orgasm approaching as he started to move his fingers faster, the pressure on your clit getting harsher. "Come on baby, let go," he encouraged, admiring the fucked out expression on your face. "Fuck, Sungjin, I–" you closed your eyes as the building knot in your abdomen came undone, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

Sungjin's hand left your mouth and his fingers finally slowed down as you calmed down, before he took them out completely. You looked up at him with a faint smile on your face, a slight blush on your cheeks from the situation. "That was... amazing."

"Not bad at all, angel," he smirked at you, "you were quiet. For the most part." He brought his fingers in front of you and you opened your mouth obediently, sucking them clean. Sungjin watched with glassy eyes as he thought about how your lips looked so, so perfect around his fingers, and how much better they would look around his dick. But he chose to focus on you for now, for the moment, before he could get you alone and do what he so desperately wanted to.

You kept eye contact as he took his fingers out of your mouth. The moment felt so private and erotic as a thin line of spit formed between your mouth and his fingertips. Sungjin kissed you slowly and sweetly now, and your hands ran through his hair as you felt yourself wanting more again.

He broke the kiss and smiled sheepishly. "They're all asleep anyway. I don't know why we didn't just go to my room."

You laughed, the thought didn't even occur to you. "This was more fun though."

[misswoozi]

i just want to drop it here and leave, goodbye (he made me feel lot of things)

https://x.com/for6day/status/1793617824252125240?t=4GgL3pNKAsjV8_h8EQMYpQ&s=19

WOAH KIM WONPIL???

Now here is a man we don't talk about enough! OP, please return anytime to talk to me about Wonpil!

[kwanisms]

please note that I am no longer actively writing for day6 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in these groups have either been put in the vault or recasted.

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

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— oneshots

»» Creature Feature '20: The Summoning ♧ p.sungjin

➥ 7.4k; Sungjin is an incubus that hasn’t seen any action in years. So when Y/N summons him, thinking she can make a deal with him for power, Sungjin is more than willing to play her little game. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Sungjin doesn’t make those kinds of deals. But that doesn’t mean summoning him will be a complete waste of time, right?

»» Creature Feature '20: Bad Moon Rising ♧ k.wonpil

➥ 11.2k; Being cursed a werecat, Wonpil often wishes he’d been bitten by a werewolf. Instead of turning into a fearsome half man, half beast every full moon, he turns into an eight pound black house cat. What will happen one night when he gets rescued by a witch named Y/N and taken to her cottage in the woods?

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[kbandtrash]

Meet the Authors

Ha ha embarrassing it’s been almost 4 years of kbandtrash and I don’t think we’ve ever done this

General introduction? We just like writing lol. Everything we write is pretty clean (no smut, kissing is the farthest we go like not even making out usually, we don’t even use curse words lol) so generally this should be a pretty safe space for anyone

I’ll start with a more personal introduction

Rachel

Hopeless romantic, happy ending enthusiast, designated karaoke harmonizer, made the deadline to be a ‘99 liner by 2 weeks ✌️😗

The initial Instigator between the two of us. My roommate introduced me to day6 May of 2019 and Megan (formerly annoying little sister who used to do anything to get me to notice her) was the only one who believed me (mean older sister) when I told my family this kband stuff was pretty good

Bands I listen to (and biases): N.Flying (Seunghyub), Day6 (Sungjin), The Rose (Dojoon), IZ (Hyunjun), CNBlue (Yonghwa), FTIsland (Hongki), Onewe (ot5), Lucy (ot4), Hifi Unicorn (Kiyoon), Xdinary Heroes (Gaon, Junhan)

(Plus Hoppipolla, Gift, Qwer, Banduni, Rolling Quartz, Honeyst, Marmello, D.Coy)

Groups I listen to: Dreamcatcher (Dami), Oneus(? complicated rn) (Hwanwoong), Seventeen (S.Coups, Vernon), SF9 (Chani, Hwiyoung), Ateez (Hongjoong, Mingi), Stray Kids (Seungmin, Chan), P1Harmony (Jiung)

(Plus Pentagon, Purple Kiss, Tempest, &Team, Enhypen)

(I also have a huge crush on D.O. and I love Younha)

Extra notes? I have a degree in secondary math education. I also have a decent amount of skill in the arts though like I sing and play a handful of instruments and you’ll see me reblog stuff here from my art blog sometimes. I can read/write half decent Korean as well

Currently playing: Blue Moon by N.Flying, Eternal Sunshine by Ateez, Ah! Love by Seventeen, Better Better by Day6, and Nowhere by FTIsland

I now turn the time over to Megan

Megan

Hopeful romantic, sad ending enthusiast, designated karaoke melodizer (not a boring soprano tyvm), born smack dab in the middle of 2006 🤩💅

The current Instigator between the two of us. I hesitantly took hold of the kband stuff and then it exponentially increased. My kpop Spotify playlist is 176 hours long (3127 songs). Please send help 😨

K bands: CNBLUE (Minhyuk), Xdinary Heroes (O.de/Junhan), N.Flying (Hweseung), Day6 (Wonpil), FTISLAND (Jaejin), Lucy (Wonsang), Onewe (Kanghyun), IZ (Junyoung), Gift, Hoppipolla, The Rose (Hajoon), Rolling Quartz, Honeyst, Marmello

K boy groups: Ateez (Wooyoung), Shax, Sparkling, P1Harmony (✨Jeongseob✨), Seventeen (Hoshi), Kingdom (Mujin), SF9 (Taeyang), CIX (Yonghee), Oneus (Leedo), Golden Child (Joochan), ACE (Donghun), The Boyz (Q), Stray Kids (Jeongin), TXT (Taehyun), Pentagon (Yuto), Shinee (Key), AB6IX (Woojin), Astro (MJ), Enhypen (Niki), Drippin (Dongyun), BDC, WEi (Yongha), Cravity (Seongmin), BtoB (Changsub), NCT (Haechan), Tempest (Hanbin), Monsta X (Kihyun), Just B (Bain), Got7 (Youngjae), Epex (Ayden), BAE173 (Hangyul), Mirae (Dongpyo), iKon (Junhoe), X1, Wanna One, Victon (Byeongchan), E’last

K girl groups: Kard ;), Dreamcatcher (Gahyeon), (G)i-dle (Yuqi), Twice (Jeongyeon), Itzy (Chaeryeong), IVE, Kep1er, Purple Kiss (Swan), Everglow, Oh My Girl, ICHILLIN’, Red Velvet, Billlie (Moon Sua), Stayc (Isa), Weeekly (Jihan), NMIXX (Lily), CLC (Sorn), Tea Party/Omega-3 (Hyunji)

Soloists: Kang Daniel, IU, Woodz, Kim Hanbin, Eric Nam, Lee Hongki

Extra notes? I like learning languages and I love music and I’m permanently tired and I’m a Musical Theatre Kid and I’m about to graduate high school? Crazy

Currently Playing: One Time by CNBLUE, Halazia by Ateez, Love Me for Me by P1Harmony, Stereotype by Stayc, and Fallin’ Flower by Seventeen

You can follow us on tiktok and instagram as heartandsoul.psyche 🙈👀 we’re silly and we sing sometimes

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Sub!Wonpil and hand kink (+sucking fingers)?

If you’re fine with that ofc!

Wonpil was squirming beneath you, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands tangled in the sheets at his sides as you continued your torturously slow strokes of his cock. He had completely lost track of how long you had been teasing him like this, his only focus was on the way your hand felt on him as he tried desperately to work himself to orgasm in spite of the insufficient stimulation. He could feel tears welling in his eyes as his desperate desire for relief increased, his body covered in a layer of sweat and his muscles tense. He opened his eyes to see you smirking down at him from where you sat on his thighs. You swiped your thumb across the head of his cock, the sensation making him jolt and let out a high pitched whine.

"So sensitive," you cooed, "Poor baby, do you want to cum?"

Your condescending tone made him whimper, "Please," he begged.

"I'm not stopping you, sweetheart," you said, not changing the speed of your strokes.

He huffed, squirming and whimpering for a bit before speaking, " 'S not enough," he looked up at you with his best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to beg for mercy.

You paused for a moment, stilling your hand as you feigned thinking for a moment, he let out another loud whine as the stimulation stopped.

You let him squirm for a minute before speaking, "Okay, baby, I think you've earned it."

You began stroking him again, your hand slowly picking up speed until all he could do was moan as you pleasured him. He reached out towards you, grabbing your free hand to keep himself anchored to you as you pushed him closer to his orgasm.

It didn't take much longer before he was cumming with a loud cry, his cock twitching in your hand as his cum spurted out and landed on his abdomen. His hand squeezed tight around yours as you worked him through his high until you felt him fully relax. You let go of his cock and swiped two fingers across the cum on his stomach, collecting some of it before bringing your hand up to his face.

"Open up," you instructed softly.

Eagerly he opened his mouth, his lips closing around your fingers and he got to work cleaning your fingers. He let out a happy moan as he swirled his tongue around the digits, his eyes fluttering closed as you moved your hand, gently fucking into his mouth with your fingers. His grip on your free hand loosened and you smiled as you felt him absentmindedly begin playing with your fingers. You were happy to let him suck on your fingers for as long as he wanted while he recovered from all of your previous teasing.

Send me a member of Ateez, Day6 (ot4) , Stray Kids, NCT (not Jisung), or Twice + a kink and I’ll respond with a drabble!

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I Hate Me Now

Word Count: 6k 

Genre: Angst, smut 

Summary: You and Wonpil used to be lovers, soulmates even, before your priorities in life got in the way. You wanted to do anything to help your family, no matter how morally ambiguous it is, while Wonpil thought that doing the right thing was of the utmost importance, no exceptions. Now, facing off in court years later, all the old wounds gets torn open again and things finally come to a head.

A/N: *long fart noise* this fic had the potential to be something good but I fucked it up and I’m beyond even caring.

Warnings: inconsistent writing if you’ve ever seen one, kinda femdom, unhealthy as per usual, sad little story.

The neutral, slightly intimidating mask you put on everyday was the one most people were familiar with by now. You rarely showed your real emotions anymore, not since you had lost him. His departure brought on a profound change in your life. There had already been a rift growing between who you wanted to be and who you had to be in order to survive, but when he left he took any remaining idealism left in you with him. It’s funny that the reason he left you was because he couldn’t handle your diverging moral standings, yet it was precisely his departure that cemented the turn you had taken.

Now, with him standing opposite you in the courtroom, fighting for the opposing team, you feel your mask slipping. It was hard seeing him like this. Even though it’s been years already, not having him break into that breathtaking smile of his that was like an ingrained reflex as soon as his eyes would meet yours was disquieting. Now he just frowns and looks away; his big, beautiful eyes that used to be filled to the brim with a sort of dreamy goodness were now empty and tired.

Needless to say, you weren’t on your best game. You could hardly concentrate at all during the trial, and you can bet your ass that your boss knew about your abysmal performance before it even ended. As soon as you were out of the courtroom, he was calling to give you crap about it and condescendingly remarking that if you couldn’t handle such a big case then you should’ve left it to someone who actually knew what he was doing, emphasis on the ‘He’. You assured him that everything was under control and that this wouldn’t happen again. You were just caught off guard, not that you dared tell him that last part. This was a huge case and it could either make or break your career. You couldn’t afford to get distracted by the man you had once thought to be the love of your life, and might still do…

You had to do this for your family. But it seems the man in question intends to put your resolve to the test.

You don’t know how he found you. Perhaps he had followed you out of the courthouse. Did he hear you talking on the phone to your boss? You sure hope not, not when his mere presence was forcing you to face the fact that you never got over him after all, and you didn’t need him to see that. You had hoped that the time and distance would harden your heart and heal the wounds he had inflicted upon it but all it took was one look in his eyes for them to get ripped wide open again.

If nothing else, you wanted to keep your pride. He doesn’t get to break your heart and see you still broken up about it all these years later. So you put on your mask again and smirk at him, “Good work today, Pili.”

His frown deepens at the term of endearment you used to call him when you were together. You suppose you aren’t allowed to use it anymore, which is precisely why you do. “Too bad it won’t do you any good. You always did have a soft spot for the hopeless cases.”

Wonpil puffs his chest out, subconsciously trying to look bigger under your mocking gaze. “Our case isn’t hopeless.”

“Yeah sure, whatever you say, Pili.” You roll your eyes. You should end it there, tell him you have no time for him and leave to go work harder on your case to take him and the people he represents down. But you haven’t made a levelheaded decision since the moment he came back into your life and you just can’t resist adding, “You shouldn’t be wasting your skill on these people. They’re never gonna win. Join my company. I’m sure I can find you a place.”

Wonpil’s face contorts in disgust, “You think I would ever be a part of a company like yours? You kill people!”

“My company doesn’t kill people.” You reply half-heartedly, not really up to defending your employers out of the courtroom.

“Maybe not directly but the chemicals they pollute the environment with has led to the illness and death of countless people. That’s on your hands.”

You’re not surprised that he insists on making you complicit in the actions of the company you’re representing. Wonpil always did have an absolute sense of justice, from the CEO to the janitor, everyone was equally responsible in his eyes.

 “Be careful what you accuse people of, Pili. This could get you in real trouble once my company wins the lawsuit. And they will win.” You smile sadly, “They always win.”

You walk closer to him and reach out for his hand tentatively. You’re surprised when he lets you, and you take a moment to just hold it, feeling the familiar, yet almost-forgotten, weight of it in your own hands. When you lace your fingers together, they fit as perfectly as they did years ago, the heat of him permeating through yours like blood through a corpse revived. 

You know you couldn’t let yourself get carried away for long. You needed to say what you had to say and then withdraw back into yourself when he inevitably rejects you. Rubbing your thumb over the web of skin between his thumb and index, you take a few moments to steady your breath as you willfully shed years worth of mental defenses to allow him to gaze onto the real you, naked from any pretenses and completely vulnerable against the bottomless darkness you see in his own eyes. 

“I’ve missed you so much, you can’t even know. I… I still want you.” You weren’t sure if it was just your voice that was trembling or your entire body—you were holding too tightly onto his hand to be able to tell. “It’s not too late for us. We can still be together. What you’re doing right now is admirable, fighting for those who can’t fight for themselves. You’ve got the most beautiful soul I’ve ever seen… but it’s a losing battle. There is no hope for them, but there is for us. We can have a good life together.”

His lips press together into a thin line and he yanks his hand back, almost throwing you forward when you don’t react fast enough to untangle your fingers as he steps away from you, looking disgusted at the mere thought of what you’re suggesting. “If you really think that I’d not only abandon these people but actually work against them then you don’t know me at all.”

“Oh, I know you.” You look down at your now empty hands, muttering tiredly, “I just hoped that you might’ve changed.”

“And I wish you didn’t. I don’t even know who you are anymore. You’re nothing like the girl I once fell in love with. You’re a monster.”

You let out a bark of laughter to hide the stabbing pain his words delivered right into the center of your chest, cutting up your tattered heart all over again. “And did you follow me all this way just to say that? Aw, Pili, you shouldn’t have.”

He glares at you, utter contempt displayed on his face.

“I hate you.” He curses out before he leaves, not sparing you a second glance, and for that you were thankful. You could barely stomach the fact that the broken woman who was openly sobbing in the middle of the street in broad daylight was you—you didn’t need him to see that.

___________________________

Just like you hadn’t expected to ever face off with him in a courtroom, you also never expected him to show up at your place only days after your less-than-sweet reunion.

“What are you doing here?” You stand with your arms folded over your chest, feeling resentful that he’s forcing you to deal with the heartache he brought with him into your own residence. “How did you even know where my apartment is?”

“You’ve messed with my damn head.” He accuses, looking deeply agitated as he paces back and forth in your living room.

The audacity of this man! He sought you out first, then he rejected you, and now he barges into your home and claims you are messing with him?

You plant your body in his path to stop his pacing, and ask, putting emphasis on each word, “Why. are. you. here?”

He stares at you for a second, exasperated and contemplating what to say, but each time a sentence starts forming, he bites it back abruptly. Huffing, he runs his hand through his hair haphazardly and tries to get past you to start pacing again.

But you jump into action, your hands shooting out to grab him and hold him in place. You won’t let him play games with you. You won’t be able to handle it.

In the process of holding on to him to try to keep him in place, you had gotten much closer to him in proximity. With your arms almost enveloping him, your heart starts beating erratically. This was the closest you’d been to him in years, and by the looks of it, Wonpil wasn’t completely unfazed by it either.

“What do you want from me, Wonpil?” You ask, suddenly feeling weary as if all the fight has seeped out of your body. 

His eyes flit down to your lips as you talk, and they linger there even after you’re done, giving you your answer. Wonpil was never particularly good at hiding his feelings, something he would readily admit to if asked, and you take advantage of it.

You raise your hand to his face carefully as if he’s a frightened animal you don’t want to scare off. When he feels your hand on his cheek, he finally looks you in the eyes again, and you feel a twinge of pity at the helplessness you see in his gaze.

Taking in a deep breath, you ask slowly, “Do you want to kiss me, Wonpil?”

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this; it will only open up your wounds further, but you’ve never gotten to say goodbye to him, and you knew that if you miss this-- probably last-- chance to be with him, you will live to regret it even more.

You’re so lost in your own head that you miss the subtle nod Wonpil gives you and, antsy by your lack of response, he makes the first move, pressing his lips to your own.

It’s an awkward kiss, tight-lipped and uncoordinated as Wonpil is unsure of what he is allowed to do, but feeling the urgency to touch you anyway. His hands are all over you, but not in a good way. They would barely touch a part of you before they moved on to the next, leaving you feeling unsatisfied.

Deciding to take the reins—which was par for the course back during your relationship anyway—you grab his hands and hold them behind his back, making him whine when you break the kiss. “Don’t whine. You don’t have the right to.”

He bites his lip, stifling anymore protests from coming out. Pulling on his arm, you lead him to your bedroom and push him on the bed. He tries to pull you down with him but you shake him off. Again, he starts whining but with a sharp raise of your eyebrow, he pipes down immediately.

Grabbing the hem of your oversized shirt, you cock your head at him. “Do you want me to take this off?”

“Yes, please.” He breathes out before you’re even done talking.

You slide the shirt up your body slowly, teasingly, making sure to give Wonpil a show. With the shirt off, your breasts are entirely exposed for you to play with them and tease Wonpil some more. Pushing them together, messaging them, twisting the nipples lightly, you do everything you know will drive him crazy until he’s biting down hard on his lip so he wouldn’t piss you off, but you could see from the obvious bulge in his pants and the way his right leg was bouncing up and down impatiently that he was getting needy.

You give your breasts one last squeeze before you slide your hands down your abdomen and towards the waistline of your shorts, pushing it down on one side only to pull it back up and do the same thing with the other side.

“Please.”

“Please, what? You want me to take this off too?”

“Yes.”

“But I thought I was a disgusting monster and you can’t even look at me. You have no problem with it now that you want to get your dick wet, huh?”

He averts his eyes, having the audacity to look ashamed and it pisses you the fuck off. 

You grab his jaw, making him face you, and hiss down at him. “Either you grow some fucking balls and face the implications of your own desire or you get the fuck out of my sight.” 

You needed him to voice out his desire so he’d admit that he’s equally responsible for what is happening. You’re not going to let him paint you as a monster seducing poor, helpless him. He wants this too, and he needs to be held accountable for that.

“What do you want me to say?” He asks, entirely too chagrined than he had any right to be. 

“That you’re a fucking hypocrite.” You spit, astonished at how disgusted you were with him, while still wanting to be one with him. Your whole relationship is a mess, and you’re convinced that either it was never meant to be, or that the gods themselves are jealous of your love and are trying to hurt you.

“I’m… I’m a hypocrite. There, are you happy?” He challenges, but you just let out a tired sigh, almost having expected him to deny it and put an end to this—to tell you that this is insane and you’re insane, but he validates your insanity and now you can’t back down.

No. None of this makes you happy. You haven’t been happy ever since he left you.

You take your shorts and panties off unceremoniously and straddle him, staying still for a moment to see if he’ll try something, but his hands stay balled to his sides as he awaits your permission to touch you, so you give it to him. “Go ahead. You can touch.”

His hands immediately go to your breasts, touching you in the exact same way you were just touching yourself, and you laugh. “Aw, Pili, you wanted it that bad?”

He frowns in that adorably pouty way he unconsciously does sometimes, and it makes your smile falter, the memory of something you used to have but is just out of your reach now is all too painful.

He forcefully takes you out of your thoughts when his mouth latches onto one of your breasts, placing kisses all over it and sucking on your nipple. You moan out, a hand reaching for his hair and automatically tugging on it the way you know he likes, which only makes him needier, one of his hands eagerly moving down to your pussy, and the moan that leaves him lets you know just how excited he is to find you dripping. Too impatient to wait, his fingers move down to your hole right away. When a finger enters you, he’s the one pulling back with a throaty moan.

You chuckle breathlessly, feeling yourself quivering around his finger. “Does my pussy feel that good, Pili?”

He nods, pumping his finger in and out of you, making you gasp as you start unbuttoning his shirt. “Tell me what it feels like.” 

“Tight. Wet. Soft.”

“Hmm, and did you miss it?” You slip his shirt off his shoulders, forcing him to remove his hands from you, but as soon as the shirt is off, his hands are back on you again, one grabbing a handful of your breast and the other two fingers deep in you.“Do you miss how it feels around your cock?”

“Yeah.” He closes his eyes and you know that he’s imagining it. 

“Do you want to feel it again?”

“Yes.” His eyes snap open again, full of silent pleas.

You push him backwards until he’s lying down in the middle of the bed with you straddling him, his cock snug between your wet folds as you slowly rub up and down against it. With your hands holding his arms over his head, he looks up at you, gaze brimming with need as he holds his breath and waits, but you don’t give it to him yet.

“Look at you. You were acting all high and mighty earlier but now you’re willing to do anything to get inside this pussy, huh?” You taunt, rubbing yourself with the tip of his dick.

When he doesn’t say anything, you lean down to bite his collarbone, making him yelp. “Answer me, Pili.”

“Yes, please, give it to me.” He nods emphatically, throwing his head back and crying out as you sink down on him. 

As soon as you have him all the way inside of you, you know you are in trouble. God, he fills you up so good. Everywhere his cock touched inside of you burns with pleasure and you can’t even help yourself; you ride him hard and fast, desperate to feel the kind of pleasure you haven’t felt in years. Everything is just different with him, the way he fits inside of you, the needy, almost reverent look on his face, his choked off moans, they all work you up to a frenzy. 

“Does it feel good, Pili?”

“Yes. So, so good.”

“I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this for years... just lying in bed, fucking your own spit-covered hand and imagining it was me taking you.” 

“Yeah, y-yeah…” He sniffles, lower lip trembling as he readily admits to it.

“You’re gonna cry?” You spit out, suddenly enraged, and come to a stop. “Fuck, you’re so pathetic.” 

“No! I’m sorry. I’ll stop. Please keep going.” 

“No. I won’t let you twist this narrative into you being the victim.” You fall back onto the bed and pull him up over you. “If you want me, take me.”

The muscle in his jaw jumps as he considers his options for a second, and you lay completely still under him, waiting for him to make the decision on his own, half-wishing he’d stop this madness. But he doesn’t.

Grunting, his hands grab your hips as he pushes his length back inside you. It only takes a few unexpectedly sharp thrusts for you to cooperate and wrap your arms and legs around him. Goosebumps erupt all over his skin when you pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, the shaky moan your action elicits causing heat to start gathering in your belly once again. You stare up at him in hunger, admiring how sexy he looks as the pleasure overtakes his features.

“Shit…shit, you feel so good.” Wonpil rasps out, his eyes squeezing shut as his thrusts turn sloppy. “ I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Don’t you dare.” You snap at him, your nails digging red trails down his back, making his hips stutter. 

“Please, I can’t hold it.” He shakes his head, desperate to get you to let him cum.

“No.” You hiss, silencing him with a kiss. You swallow his whines as your hands grab his ass and force him to keep fucking you. The more he squirms, the more his hips grind against you, rubbing coarsely against your clit and bringing you oh-so-close to your orgasm. 

But—seemingly just a second away from release—Wonpil goes rigid under you, his body freezing up too hard to allow you to move him anymore. His mouth tears away from your own in a loud moan as his dick twitches inside you and fills you up with his hot cum.

You can’t believe it. You were so, so close. Frustration and disappointment fill up the spaces the receding pleasure leaves behind.

“I told you to stop.” You hear him say meekly, and you sigh as you’re left tense and unfulfilled, just like always. 

“It’s fine.” You mutter darkly, pushing him off you, and Wonpil’s face falls, shame spreading all over it.

You know your reaction is hurting him. Wonpil hated not pleasing you. He took it as a personal failure if you were even the slightest bit unhappy with his performance. His desire to please and your desire to be pleased are what brought you together in the first place many years ago. But honestly, all you can think about right now is that mind-blowing orgasm you were just robbed of because he couldn’t hold back just a little bit more.   

But before the last bit of pleasure inside you recedes from your body, it is forced back in when Wonpil, still half-hard and sheathed inside you, starts moving again, fucking his cum into your sensitive pussy.

“What are you doing?” Your mouth hangs open in shock and pleasure, and you watch him grit his teeth and set a frantic pace. As his cock starts hardening inside of you again, he’s able to fuck you harder and harder, the determined look on his face the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

His moans are loud, and you can’t tell if they’re from pleasure or pain as Wonpil never once lets up his assault, hitting just the right spot that has you seeing white. When his thumb flicks your clit, it is over for you, your hands flying out to grab his face and pull him down into a searing kiss as you cum. 

When you pull back from the kiss, signalling the end of your orgasm, Wonpil collapses into a sweaty mess next to you, still clinging to your body by wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck as you both catch your breath.

“What’s so funny?” He perks his head up, asking as you start shaking with laughter in his arms. But the more you look at him, the harder you laugh. This is just all so absurd.

Wonpil watches you uneasily. He needs assurance, something that he had always relied on you to provide for him, but you can’t do that this time. 

You come down from your laughter fit with a deep sigh. “Get out.”

He’s taken aback at your sudden coldness. This isn’t what he expected, not what he was used to from you, and you almost start laughing again. Is he really that clueless? Did he expect things to be just like they were before after what he’s done?

His eyes flit between yours, searching for a comfort he won’t find in them. “But—but… aren’t we going to talk about this?"

“Talk about what, Wonpil?” You ask in exasperation, “Have you changed your mind about my work?”

“No, but—”

“But you want me to make the sacrifice for you.” You finish his sentence for him. “This is why you’re here, isn’t it? You refuse to give up your job but you expect me to give up mine for you.”

“It’s the right thing to do.” He bristles, sitting up.

“I don’t care about the right thing. All I care about is my family.”

His face hardens at that, and through gritted teeth, he says, “Your family isn’t going to starve if you work at another firm.”

“Quality of life isn’t measured by whether you starve or not. I want them to have a good life.” You don’t know why you even bother anymore, he’s never going to listen. “You wouldn’t understand.”

He tears himself away from you and gets up, angrily putting on his clothes. “Yes because I’m just a poor orphan boy who will never understand what family means. Isn’t that right?”

“Pili… you know I didn’t mean it like that.” You unconsciously reach out for him but he jumps away.

“Yes, you did. You always pitied me for not having a family.” Pain twists Wonpil’s pretty features. “You know, for a while, I actually thought you could be my family.”

“No, Pili. I couldn’t have.” You sigh sadly, the deepening look of hurt on his face cutting you up. “Because you left me. And family never leaves.”

His mouth opens and closes like he wants to say something but doesn't even know what. Collecting himself, Wonpil scoffs and turns towards the door.

“Yeah, like that.” You mutter, collapsing back on the bed as you hear the sound of your front door opening and slamming shut. 

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You know it is wrong but you can’t stay away from each other. Now that you have had a taste of the forbidden after years of having sworn off each other, you couldn’t find it in you to stop.

You find yourself in each other’s beds again and again, hurling accusations at each other and fucking your emotions out until you’re too tired to do anything but sleep, each time getting more and more exhausted until you stop trying all together, just blocking out everything and focusing on the here and now as if nothing else existed outside of your respective bedrooms. 

Your nights have been sleepless ever since he's gotten back into your life, and not just for the obvious reason that he’s the person you thought was the love of all your lives, past or present. No, many nights were spent just staring at each other, no words uttered for fear of disturbing this fragile improbability that brought you back together, or holding each other so gingerly as if you were made of matter and antimatter and your meeting could annihilate not only yourselves but the entire world you’ve built around you. 

It’s a bubble and you know it, the translucent shell that surrounds you gleaming all rainbow-like when the light of forgotten dreams hits it just right. It sways and wobbles, signaling its impending explosion any moment now. And yet, you stay curled up around each other as if you can’t see the surface tension on the verge of breaking.

Every once in a while, one of you would lean forward and press their lips against the other’s, and you’d close your eyes and pretend like these past years have been nothing but a bad dream and you’re still college students, young and lost and unsure of everything in the world except for the notion that love is eternal and that you have already found it in each other.

You wonder what you’d look like now to your past selves, having gained all the conviction and knowledge you would’ve never thought you would possess, but having lost the one thing that made any of it worth a damn. You bet your past selves would hold each other and cry at the sight of the broken you holding onto the jagged pieces of your once-sweet notion with bleeding hearts and crushed souls.

Tears trickle down your face, and Wonpil reaches up to wipe them with the backs of his fingers, pressing his lips to yours again when the branching stream reaches even your lips.

Pulling back ever so slightly, he whispers to you and to the dying universe around you, the vibrations of his voice reaching your lips through the tiny distance between you, sounding choked up like he had begun crying too, “I wish we could stay here forever, just forget about everyone and be forgotten by them.”

You sigh and wrap yourself around him, his starry eyes shuttering closed and a soft pout forming on his lips as he drifts off to sleep, just like old times. And you're left alone to wonder... if you could do it all over again, would you have chosen differently?

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You knew something was off. Despite the time and distance that have whittled down your sense of him, you still knew that something was off. Your body had picked up on so many little things—the way his eyes glossed over when he would force himself to face you, his excessively soft touches that resembled those of a volatile lover silently apologizing for his latest outburst, the lingering looks he gave you as if he was memorizing every little detail of you before you went away—it just took your brain too long to make sense of it all.

Or maybe you just didn't want to believe it. You got too greedy and wanted to live in your fantasy world just a little bit longer, and it cost you everything. 

Looking at him now, you think he’s saying something to you but every word is muffled as if you were submerged in water. He gets agitated, shouting something again and again that gets just a little clearer every time as he forces you back to the surface and you register that it’s your own name.

When you blink, your gaze finally focusing on him, he breathes a sigh of relief. “You’re scaring me.”

“I wish I had never met you.” Your sentence is slow and raspy like the ghostly murmur of someone fished out of water.

“Don’t say that.” He whimpers, "I had to do it." He says it like he means it, like he really couldn’t stop himself from betraying you, using you, ruining your life. "You said it yourself, we never would've won. It was the only way. These people depended on me."

"And what about me?" You rasp, tears stinging your eyes. "I loved you."

"And I love you." He tries to hold you but you push him away.

"They fired me.” You inform him monotonously, “They had me blacklisted to make sure I would never find a job in this field again."

Of course they did. What company will want you now that you've shown yourself not to be reliable? You slept with your rival and allowed him to steal crucial documents that could jeopardize the entire case from right under your nose. Your stupid amateur mistake could cost the company millions.

"How am I going to provide for my family now?" You moan, not really asking him.

"You could join us. It's not a big pay but—”

Your hand goes to pull at your hair in frustration, “God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

"I'm sorry.” He holds his head down, sobbing.

"No, you don’t get to cry about ruining my life! You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself! You don’t—” You stop abruptly, unable to breathe. Cradling your head now, you lament, "Oh god, what am I gonna do now?"

"I don't know."

"No, you never know." You say bitterly. "I don’t want to ever see your face again."

His head whips up, "Don't say that..."

“Go.”

"I didn't mean for all of this to happen--"

"Go." You shriek and he flinches back. His lower lips tremble as he tries to hold his tears back to no avail. In a shaky voice, he says, "I'll give you some time to calm down but I'll be back. I'll fix this."

"God, Wonpil," You suck in a shaky breath, "for once in your life, I wish you'd leave it alone."

He jerks his head away, wiping at his tears furiously, "I'll see you later."

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You struggle to hold back tears as you wait inside your cramped studio apartment. You don’t know how much longer you can stand to do this— lie to your parents about getting fired and blacklisted, telling them that you quit for moral differences, accepting money from the man who ruined your life just so they wouldn’t find out for a little while longer.

But you couldn’t do anything to help yourself, let alone support your family without Wonpil’s charity. The only jobs you are able to get now are in the service industry and those barely pay your rent and living expenses. You couldn’t even go back to your hometown and your family for fear that they’d figure out the truth, and you just couldn’t let that happen.

You knew your father would insist on getting back to work in order to help support the family. You barely even had him convinced that his condition doesn’t allow him to work and that he needs to rest. If he finds out you not only lost your job but also any hope for a future one in that field, he’d go back to work right away, and that could very possibly kill him.

Your siblings’ future now lies unknown. The eldest of your siblings after you is a senior now, and soon you’ll have to tell her that she isn’t going to college like you promised her she would. She has to abandon her dreams in order to get a job to help provide for the family, and as your other siblings grow older, they too would follow in her footsteps; a family that came from dirt and will die in it, that’s what Wonpil’s ideals have cost you.

After everything you’ve done, after all you’ve gone through, you’re still nothing. It’s funny that Wonpil is fighting for the poor and innocent when he’s the one who has proven to you once and for all that the rich will stay rich and the poor will stay poor and under the feet of the rich.

The case he betrayed you for was a loss in the end. After a long, tedious trial, his clients were forced to settle because they couldn’t afford to pay for a trial that kept getting prolonged, a strategy the rich and powerful employed in order not to lose doomed cases, in the end making the poor people poorer and worse off than they were before. That’s what Wonpil does. He makes people hope and believe that maybe, just maybe the world isn’t as shitty as it seems, only to shatter them completely when he can’t follow through on his beautiful promises. He breaks them because he made them hope.

Hearing the doorbell ring, you get up to answer it, moving mechanically. After you swing the door open, you stand in the way so Wonpil wouldn’t be able to barge in like he tries to sometimes.

He hands you an envelope which you take with a heavy heart. Every envelope you accept is a debt piled on you that you’ll live the rest of your life paying back.

“I’m working three jobs right now but I hope to find something with a better pay soon so I can start paying you back.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that.” He rushes to say, but you cut him off. “Yes, I do.”

He sighs and stares at the floor, fiddling with his finger. It annoyed the hell out of you. “Is there something you want?”

His head shoots up, eyes wide at having been caught.

“I—“ He clears his throat after he chokes on the word. “I miss you.”

You hate yourself because of how his words still affect you, how you wish you could fall into his arms and let him comfort you until there are no more tears left in your eyes.

But you won’t cry. You won’t let yourself be vulnerable in front of him. Never again. 

“Goodnight, Wonpil.” You say coldly, closing the door in his face before he can say anything else.

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 ✰ Masterlist (newer fics on top)

note : i welcome thoughts/ requests/ asks, keeping them open for any day6 member, posts marked with (m) have suggestive and/or explicit contents, read responsibly.  ❆    

Drabble game masterlist.

Latest fic : Not Hurt (m)

♡  ot5 Mini Series ♡  

- Pillow Talk (m) | mostly fluff +  suggestive, a bit of smut 

Jam & Butterfly . Jaehyung

Scent . Sungjin

Mutually Exclusive .  Younghyun

Good Point . Wonpil

Baby . Dowoon

 ♡  Jae  ♡

Win - Win (m) | smut, gamerbf!jae

♡  Sungjin  ♡

Take Me (m) | smut, intern!reader

Feel Good (m) | smut

Through the Storm (m) | smut

♡  Young K  ♡

Not Hurt (m) | smut, Gang member! Young K

Extra Credit (m) | smut, Professor!Kang short series

One More? | fluff

Bad Day (m) | smut

10 minutes | fluff

Pretty on Your Thighs (m) | smut, fluff

Warm Hands (m) | smut, maybe fluff

Bliss - when I’m with you (m) | fluff, smut

Safe Place | fluff

Party Privilege (m) | smut, college!au

Sunrise (m) | smut

Tease (m) | suggestive

Not Sober | fluff

Stress | fluff

One Last Time ii (m) | smut, angst

One Last Time i | angst

Netflix and Chill (m) | smut

♡ Wonpil ♡

Boyfriend Major, Girlfriend Material | fluff, college!au

♡  Dowoon  ♡

Mosquito Bite | fluff, college!au

[youxidol]

𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝟔

sex with day6 please? :)

Jaehyung:

✿he’s either chill af or a little shit

✿he’ll tease you so bad 

✿he thrives when you snap n give him what he wants 

✿rlly loves nuzzling his face into your neck

✿you will feel him smile into the skin there bc he always smiles/giggles during sex

✿he’s so vocal 

✿if it’s not whines it’s praise 

✿always has a smile on his face 

Sungjin:

✿quickies everywhere

✿if there’s a place you frequent you’ve had sex there

✿maybe he’s low key into voyeurism what about it

✿doesn’t really care what position you two are in he just likes being connected to you 

✿lets out the breathiest moans 

✿most vocal when he’s about to cum

✿he’ll let out groans of your name   

✿he enjoys a snuggle after

Younghun:

✿there’s always a long build up 

✿teasing words

✿sly looks

✿heavy petting

✿kisses that leave you breathless

✿sometimes nudes depends on the mood

✿it’s a game

✿n it ends with the best prize

✿it could happen anywhere

✿the two of you have teased eachother enough and now it’s time to have a good time 

✿praise god

✿makes you feel like a queen/king

Wonpil:

✿handsy

✿he has to be touching you

✿holding your hand

✿resting his hands on your waist

✿just let him smother himself in you 

✿the level of love in this bedroom is very high!!!

✿pillow prince

✿he’s not lazy he just loves watching you on top of him 

✿will be in control if you ask him to tho

✿he also loves seeing you from above

✿needs to cuddle after sex 

Dowoon:

✿he actually has a dominant side that the two of you like to experiment with 

✿he strong af so you can try out alot of positions 

✿you basically have a sex bucketlist

✿he doesn’t wear underwear so he’s fast access

✿you want a quickie he’s right there let’s go 

✿always bites his lip to stop himself making noise

✿but if you kiss at his neck he’ll whine like there’s no tomorrow

✿gets shy after and hides his face in your skin when you’ve both come down

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Day6 Band Aid Comeback Drabbles 🩹💕 [18+]

Sungjin ● Wonpil ● Dowoon ● Young K

The lock on your hotel room clicked open and you pulled at Wonpil's hand to follow you in. He hurried in after you, knowing you both had to get back to the wedding reception a few floors below you before anyone really noticed your absence. Wonpil had been distracting you since you'd left the room earlier to come down for the ceremony. He just looked so handsome in his suit. You would have tried for a quickie before you went down, but you'd been running late.

"We'll have to be quick," he noted, a bit of disappointment slipping into his tone.

You turned to face him and curved your hands over his chest, under his suit jacket. "Quick can be fun."

He laughed exasperatedly, and that smile was not helping the dampness between your legs. You backed him against the wall and dropped to your knees, yanking at his belt, both of you fumbling to get his pants undone. But once you did, you saw the semi he was sporting, and were determined to get him off before you left.

You spit into your hand and wrapped it around the length, stroking quickly from the start. Wonpil's little choked moans stuttered their way out, his fingers clenching at his sides, unsure of where to grab. Naturally submissive, he didn't want to grab you without your permission. But you found it cute; it was always cute when he was lost in pleasure.

You felt him stiffen and grow in your hand, so you brought the other hand up to help, then licked long stripes up the sides of his cock, tracing the length, feeling every throbbing vein. You watched his brow furrow and his mouth twitch, needy whimpers slipping out.

"Don't want to mess up my makeup, but it's hard when you look so cute getting sucked off," you mused, letting your hand stroke him and swiping some saliva from the corner of your mouth with the thumb of your other hand. "I wanna be messy..."

Wonpil smiled shyly down at you, chest heaving and sweet puppy eyes shining. "You'll look pretty even if it gets messed up," he said sweetly. Why did he have to pull on your heart strings so easily? Even now, here?

You kissed down his shaft and peered up at him through your lashes. "You don't need to flatter me, Pil, I'm already on my knees," you teased with a wink, then took him fully into your mouth, making him moan, clearly louder than he expected to. He bit his lip hard and squeezed his eyes shut, and it all just pushed you to go harder and faster.

You thought of the way you'd snuck away from the reception, and you knew that the longer you were away, the more people would be looking for you. Though you weren't in the wedding party, you had friends there who would certainly be wondering where you'd gone to.

Your head bobbed over his length; the sounds filling the room were nothing but filth. Wonpil's hand came to your head brazenly holding the back. Clearly he was getting close, so you let him, letting your mouth go slack so he could use it. Your fingers came down to your clit and gave it some relief it craved, and you moaned yourself, muffled.

He pulled out and held the base of his dick, waiting for you to take the reins back. "Shit..."

"You're close, aren't you, honey?" Your hand stroked over him slowly now, but you kept the tip close to your lips.

He nodded breathlessly, eyes fluttering closed.

"You can cum...cum in my mouth, I'll swallow it," you promised, speeding up your hand.

Wonpil shook his head though, and you had an idea of why. "Want you to cum too...I want you to cum first."

Always the gentleman.

[wonpilsonefeel]

Pairing: Jae and Wonpil

Prompt: ⤵️

39. “How on Earth did you get so muddy?”

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81. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Content Warning: Mention of Kissing. Suggestive.

Word count: less than 1000

“How on earth did you get so muddy?” Jae asked Wonpil, exiting the house. Wonpil shrugged dusting off his pants legs. “Did you fall?” Jae questioned him giggling at the thought of Wonpil falling in mud. Wonpil shamelessly nodded. Head hung low. Jae felt a little guilty, stepping closer to Wonpil, staring deeply into his deeply rich brown eyes. Jae had a small smile on his face, one that was caring. Jae took his finger tracing Wonpils lips, wiping the mud off carefully. Going back to tracing it. Jae brought Wonpils head up from hanging low, tilting it towards himself. Jae kept flickering his eyes from Wonpils lips and eyes. Until he couldn’t resist any longer. Catching his lips in a sweet passionate kiss. As they carried on kissing, it got heated with Wonpil tangling his hands in Jaes hair and Jae grabbing Wonpils ass to pull him closer. Wonpil opened his eyes to see Jaes lust filled eyes. Jae pulled away “first one to the bed gets to be on top,!” Jae said quickly running inside and up the stairs. “Not fair!” Wonpil pouted, chasing after him, excited for what’s to come. As they reached the bedroom, Jae pushed Wonpil onto the bed, instructing him to strip of his clothes. They both got naked together. Jae hovered Wonpil kissing his body all over. Giving Wonpil small praises. “Bunny, you have such a nice body, so perfect” Jae kept repeating.

Thank you for requesting!! I hope enjoyed this short story.

[misswoozi]

bro i hvnt thought about jaepil in a hot minute 🥺 that string bean loves wonpil sm 😩 thats his babyyyyyyy

THEY'RE A VERY GOOD DAY6 SHIP AND I MISS THEM A LOT

LOOK AT THEM

Anyway here's a small scenario for you

pls imagine with me Jae spending the whole live thinking about fucking Wonpil in that bed the second Sungjin leaves 💔

[kwanisms]

⤑ genre: supernatural au, werecat!Wonpil, smut ⤑ pairing: werecat!Wonpil x witch!OC ⤑ warning: smut, supernatural elements, sexual content, violence, and an extreme amount of fluff at the end lol ⤑ summary: Being cursed a werecat, Wonpil wishes he'd been bitten by a werewolf. Instead of turning into a fearsome half man, half beast every full moon, he turns into an eight pound black house cat. What will happen one night when he gets rescued by a witch named Ok-hee and taken to her home? ⤑ word count: 11.2k

a/n:  This story was so hard to get started but here we are. Also, Wonpil is SERIOUSLY underappreciated on this site and he needs more content which I am more than willing to provide. Another note; black cats are actually considered extremely LUCKY and they protect your house. So don’t turn down black cats if you’re looking to adopt. They are wonderful companions. And if you do own a black cat, or any cat for that matter, PLEASE BRING THEM INSIDE ON AND AROUND HALLOWEEN. Violence towards cats, especially black cats, increases around this holiday so please bring your furbabies inside at night, even if they don’t like it. Protect them at all cost!

➭ collab masterlist

Wonpil looked up at the sky, the soft grey clouds overhead giving nothing away for what was to come. He let out a deep sigh and looked back down as the light for the crosswalk changed, allowing the pedestrians on either side to cross safely. He followed the small crowd as he walked, continuing on his way. He chose this small town to live in because of its size and population.

He used to live in a bustling metropolis but realized that it was too dangerous for him in his current… condition.

Wonpil was a werecat and before you get any ideas, no. He does not turn into that. Unlike a werewolf which becomes a half man, half beast, Wonpil’s cat form is anything but beastly. He turns into an 8 pound black house cat. A curse set upon him when he was a child and was bitten by a stray cat that later turned out to be a werecat as well.

A voice brought Wonpil out of his thoughts and he turned his head slightly to see two elderly women looking at a cluster of papers stapled to a bulletin board, grim looks on their faces as they spoke in hushed tones. “It’s getting worse,” one woman said, to which the other woman shook her head solemnly. “Those poor creatures,” she added before the women continued on their way, giving Wonpil a chance to glance at the paper they had been studying before.

It was a collection of missing cat posters. There had to have been at least a dozen. His eyes wandered over the lost cat posters and mentions of various rewards for their safe return only Wonpil knew there would be no happy reunions this time. Not this time of the year. He forced himself to turn away, trying not to think of what had become of the unfortunate felines.

Halloween was a week away and coincidentally, so was the full moon. Wonpil’s werecat curse meant that his transformations were to start tonight. The week leading up to any full moon meant that was a week where each night after sunset, Wonpil would be forced to turn into a cat. He’d been through hundreds of transformations at this point in his life so it was all very routine.

A chorus of caws sounded overhead and Wonpil looked up to see a few ravens flying in circles and one perched on a street light. He watched as the perched bird looked down at him and made eye contact. He felt strange. As if he wasn’t looking at a bird but that was preposterous. Of course he was looking at a bird. What else would it be? He turned away and hurried down the sidewalk, pushing this strange encounter from his mind.

Finally reaching his home, Wonpil let himself into the condo, closing and locking the door behind him as he hurried into his kitchen to deposit his groceries. Shrugging off his coat, he moved to hang it up in the hall closet before returning to put away his food.

While restocking his pantry, a sharp tap on the window caught his attention and he spun around to see a raven sitting on the window sill outside his window. It peered in at him and Wonpil felt as if it was staring at him. He slowly moved closer to examine the bird closely but was startled when it tapped its beak sharply against the glass before letting out a series of caws.

Wonpil reached the window and opened it. The raven sat still, looking around and then up at him before hopping inside. Wonpil stared cautiously at the corvid, wondering why it was behaving so weird. Its gaze met his and it let out a shrill caw, ruffling its feathers. Wonpil felt a shiver run up his spine and he grabbed a nearby dish towel and began to shoo the bird away, flapping the towel at it.

The raven cawed at him, backing up as he waved the towel at it. Once it had stepped outside the window, Wonpil hurried and slammed it shut, turning the lock for good measure. The raven sat still, watching him indignantly through the glass pane. Wonpil untied the tied backs and let the curtains fall, covering the window and putting the bird out of his mind.

Once his groceries were put away, Wonpil made himself a quick snack, checking the clock and seeing he only had an half an hour left before his first transformation. He closed all the curtains in his home, checked that all doors and windows were closed and locked before sitting down on the couch to watch some television. Checking his watch, he saw it was almost time and undid the watch before setting it aside and turning off the TV. The old grandfather clock in the hallway started chiming as the hour hand hit the 7 and Wonpil took a deep breath.

He felt his body heat up, a tell tale sign of his impending transformation. He slowly got to his feet as his heart race accelerated, his breathing growing unsteady as he attempted to gain control over himself. His face began to itch as whiskers attempted to pierce their way out of his skin. He resisted the urge to scratch as his entire body started to heat up to an unbearable temperature.

He let out a low groan as he felt his anatomy shift, his plantigrade feet turning into digitigrade as he hurriedly untied and kicked off his shoes. Cracking and the sounds of bones popping could be heard as his bone structure literally rearranged itself and black fur started to grow quickly out of his skin, his body started to shrink as he transformed. He felt his canines erupt, growing in length.

His clothes no longer fit him as he dropped to his hands and knees, dropping his head low as he endured the slight pain of a tail growing from the end of his spine and his ears started to elongate and rise above his head. Still shrinking, he disappeared inside his shirt, his senses overwhelmed, Wonpil fell onto his side and just as quickly as it started, it was over. He sat up, aware that his body was no longer human. He pawed his way out of the shirt until he was free. Everything around him in his home was much larger now. He looked around before stretching, reaching his paws out in front of him.

Once stretched, Wonpil trotted over to the fireplace, hopping on the recliner next to it and then jumping onto the mantle to get a good look at himself in the mirror. He looked like he always did. A black cat with yellow eyes. A distant sound caught his attention and he flicked his ears backwards to listen. A rustling in the bushes outside his home. He hopped down from the mantle and made his way over to the front door. He meowed loudly, scratching at the wood before a sound from the bushes in the back garden caught his attention. He turned quickly, his eyes catching sight of the cat flap.

He trotted over to it and pushed through to find it was unlocked. He entered the back garden and sat on the stone steps. Peering overhead, he saw the moon and stared at it. ‘Stupid rock.’ Wonpil felt the breeze blow through his fur and a scent caught his attention. He heard rustling again and made his way to the bush to investigate. If he was lucky, maybe he’d find some dinner.

Peering inside the bush turned out to be useless as whatever was there was gone already so instead, he made his way over to his garden gate and slipped between the bars. He headed out into the night, following his instincts and his nose. A raven screamed at him from a stop sign and Wonpil arched his back, his hair standing on end in an attempt to make himself look bigger. Scarier.

The raven ruffled its feathers and took to the sky, letting out a cacophony of caws and shrieks before it flew off into the night. ‘What does that bird want?’ Wonpil asked himself as he stared after the corvid before he pushed it from his mind and continued on his way. He was starting to get hungry.

He walked and walked until he reached the town park that was settled into a cut out from the forest on the edge of town. Wonpil made his way into the park, hoping to find a mouse or something to sate his appetite. He was walking along when he came across something he hoped he’d never see whilst in his cat form. A group of teenage boys in the park at night.

Hoping the kids hadn’t seen him, he tried to sneak away but one of the boys yelled out. “Oi! Look!” he said, pointing Wonpil out. The boys immediately gave chase as Wonpil tried to get away, his sound of his paws inaudible over the sound of his heart beat. ‘Where’s the exit?’ he asked himself as he tried to flee but it was no use. He made a wrong turn and found himself in a dead end. He turned around to head back and maybe find a nice tree to climb but found his path blocked.

“I found him!” one of the boys called to his friends. Arching his back and flattening his ears, Wonpil let out a growl as the boys advanced on him. “Look at the scaredy cat,” one boy taunted while another searched the path for a handful of rocks. The boys then took turns tossing the stones at Wonpil, not trying to hit him but enough to scare him. He let out a loud yowl when one rock actually bounced off the path and hit him. The boys just laughed and continued to torment him.

‘I have to find a way out!’ Wonpil thought to himself, his eyes scanning the scene and trying to find an opening. Another rock came flying and hit him in the eye. He let out a shriek, blinded by the attack. The leader of the gang advanced on him, a sickening grin on his face. Wonpil hissed at him, following it with a series of growls. The leader only laughed and reached for him. Wonpil struck, slashing at him with his claws and injuring the kid who promptly let out a howl of pain. Wonpil took this moment of confusion among the boys to run but was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and lifted off the ground.

He hissed and growled and scratched but it was no use. He was caught. The leader of the gang glared at him. “Stupid cat!” he yelled. “Think you can scratch me and get away with it?” he said. He reached out to grab Wonpil but stopped when a soft voice called out.

“What is going on?” The boys glanced over. Wonpil too looked over to see a young woman standing at the end of the path, her large eyes looking curiously at the group. Her eyes caught sight of the cat and she immediately knew what was going on. “Stay out of this, lady!” one of the bigger boys warned.

The woman advanced on the group. “Let that poor cat go,” she said softly. The boys just laughed at her request. The woman was not smiling. “I said,” she stated, advancing slowly on the group. “Let. That. Cat. Go.” She stood only feet from the group now and Wonpil was worried she might get hurt. She was outnumbered. The boys just laughed again. “Go home, bitch,” one of the boys said. The woman smiled this time. “Wrong word,” she merely said before raising her hands to the side slowly.

The boys watched as a light started to emit from her. Wonpil watched the way her hair moved in the wind, her eyes shut as she started to glow brighter and brighter until she opened her eyes and what Wonpil saw next shocked him. Her eyes were white and glowing. The light emitting from her started to pulsate, slowly at first before becoming faster and faster.

“What the-” one of the boys started but couldn’t finish as a large pulse of light hit the group and knocked them back into the bushes. Wonpil thought he would be thrown with them but instead, he remained stationary in the air. He was floating where he had been previously held. He looked up to see the woman return to normal before she walked over to him, pulling the shawl she was wearing off and wrapping him in it and cradling him close. “Come on, little one,” she whispered and turned to head deeper into the park. Wonpil watched as the trees grew denser and denser before he passed out.

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When he woke up the next morning, Wonpil was extremely aware of the fact he was not in his home. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling. He was lying in a bed that was not his, wearing clothes that were not his own. He sat up quickly and glanced around, taking in his surroundings.

As if on cue, footsteps sounded from down the hallway, making their way to the door to the room he was in. Wonpil tensed up, fearing the worst but the door swung open and he was pleasantly surprised to see a very beautiful young woman standing before him. She gave him a kind smile, a tray in her hands.

She entered the room and set the tray on the bed next to Wonpil before standing up straight and walking over to the window, pulling back one of the curtains to throw the room into the dim light of the sunrise. “Good morning,” she said in a soft tone. Wonpil couldn’t help but feel safe in her presence and all apprehension washed away as he realized how hungry he was. He started to dig into his breakfast, stealing occasional glances at the woman. 

A memory flashed before him of the night before. That same kind smile, being wrapped and cradled like a babe in her shawl, and the forest growing denser before he blacked out. Wonpil swallowed his pancakes and looked at the woman. “Uh,” he began, uncertain of what to say. “ The woman spoke before he could. “What is your name?” she asked. Wonpil scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Uh, Wonpil,” he replied. “My name is Kim Wonpil.” The woman smiled at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Kim Wonpil. My name is Yoon Ok-hee,” she said, giving a slight bow of her head. “Nice to meet you, too,” Wonpil replied. ‘I guess,’ he added in his head. He started eating again before a question forced its way out of him. “Are you a witch?” he asked. Ok-hee smiled and nodded again. “I am,” she admitted.

“And what about you?” she asked. Wonpil looked at her with wide eyes. “M-me? Oh no, no,” he said chuckling. “I’m not a witch,” he added. Ok-hee smiled, concealing a giggle. “No, I know that,” she said. “What I meant was, how long have you been a werecat?” she asked. Wonpil choked on his orange juice and Ok-hee flicked her finger, allowing the juice to go smoothly down his throat.

“I- I’m n-not-- I m-mean, h-how did you-?” he sputtered. The witch held her hand up, silencing him effortlessly. “I know you’re a werecat simply because one, you don’t move and behave like a normal cat and two, I watched you transform back into a human last night.” Wonpil suddenly felt very self conscious. She had seen him naked! Sensing what he was thinking, Ok-hee smiled again. 

“Don’t worry,” she said, catching Wonpil’s attention. “I didn’t touch or look at you,” she added. “I’m a witch.” Wonpil nodded slowly. “So you didn’t see?” he asked, glancing down at his lap before looking back up at Ok-hee. She gave a mischievous grin before shaking her head. “No, I didn’t see anything,” she replied, which made Wonpil feel infinitely better. The last thing he needed was an extremely gorgeous witch seeing his… assets.

“So,” Wonpil said, earning the Witch’s undivided attention. “Have you lived in town long?” he asked. The Witch smiled, thinking purposefully before she spoke. “I have,” she replied. Wonpil thought this response odd considering the amount of time she thought about it before answering but before he could ask, he caught a glimpse of a clock and saw the time. “Oh my goodness!” he shouted, scrambling out of the bed. “I’m going to be late!” he said rushing towards the door.

He stopped and turned to face the Witch, who hadn’t moved from her seat by the window. “Thank you for last night,” he said softly. The Witch smiled knowingly. “Of course,” she replied. “Feel free to come here any time,” she added. Wonpil smiled at her before rushing out of her front door. Once outside in the forest, he realized just exactly how deep in the woods he was. He ran down the path stopping to glance back at the tiny cottage nestled in a thick patch of trees and boulders.

He continued to run and run until he was out of the woods, literally, and back in town. He made his way hastily to his home and let himself in through the backdoor using his garden key. Once inside, he hurried to his bathroom and took a boiling hot shower to scrub away the dirt from his feet from running through the woods. He cleaned himself and got out of the shower, shutting off the hot water.

Once he had wrapped a towel around his waist, he glanced in the foggy mirror and checked out his reflection. His eye had a small cut underneath on his unlid but he could see just fine. The Witch no doubt cleaned his wounds and took care of him while he was passed out. 

Wonpil finished drying off and got changed before heading out of his house and hurrying down the street to the bookshop where he worked. He entered through the back door, apologizing profusely to his boss who waved him off. “It’s not like we’re busy,” his boss said in a monotone voice from his office. Wonpil put on his apron, tying it on and making sure he had his necessary materials in the pockets.

Once behind the counter, he went to work counting the till and setting up his station. It was a part-time job, but the owner paid well and it was quiet. The work was tedious at times but Wonpil didn’t mind. It allowed him to read new books all the time and it was off the main road so it was never busy.

Work went by slowly at first while Wonpil cleaned the shelves and reorganized the books at the front counter. He took pride in his work, even if it wasn’t much and the owner did truly appreciate the hard work and dedication Wonpil put into the job.

Wonpil was immersed in a fantasy book behind the counter when he heard the office door close. “I’m going to run down to the bakery and pick up lunch. Do you want anything?” his boss asked. “Just a bagel and coffee,” Wonpil replied softly. “Strawberry cream cheese and a latte?” his boss asked with a half smile. Wonpil nodded and without another word, the owner left the shop to Wonpil who returned to his book, eager to see what was going to happen to the protagonist and his friends.

What felt like seconds but was more like several minutes passed when the door opened again. Wonpil knew it was too soon for his boss to be back, so he marked his place in the book and set it aside. He looked up to see a familiar face entering the shop.

“Ok-hee?” he asked. The Witch looked genuinely surprised to see him there and gave him a warm smile. “So this is what you were late for?” she asked. Wonpil nodded. “Y-yes. I work here,” he said, realizing how stupid he sounded only seconds later. ‘Of course she knows you work here, idiot,’ he told himself. Ok-hee seemed amused but said nothing more before she walked away from the door and started perusing the shelves. 

“C-can I help you find something?” Wonpil inquired nervously. Ok-hee poked her head out from behind one of the shelves. “No,” she said playfully. Wonpil watched as she continued to shop, making her way through the sections. She passed fiction, non-fiction, history, young adult, until she was nearly at the back of the shop in a section that was extremely fitting to her nature.

Occult.

“Do you need help with anything?” Wonpil asked from his place behind the counter. Ok-hee turned to flash him a bright smile. “No, I've got it,” she replied. Wonpil watched as she pulled down books, opened them only to browse a few pages before snapping them shut and placing them back on the shelf. He watched as she did this numerous times before he hurried out from behind the counter and over to where she stood. “Were you looking for something specific?” he asked.

Ok-hee turned and smiled at him. “Something? No,” she replied. “But someone?” she asked, slowly advancing on him, forcing him to back up until the backs of his knees hit the couch positioned out of sight of the door. Wonpil glanced down at the couch quickly and back up at Ok-hee before she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down onto the sofa. She climbed onto his lap and Wonpil felt his face burn as it started to redden. “Uh,” he whispered. “I-I don’t think this is a good idea.”

The Witch smiled at him, reaching up to cup his cheeks softly. “What’s not a good idea?” she asked softly. Wonpil couldn’t find the right words to explain why he thought her straddling him in the occult section of the bookstore he worked at was a good idea because all he could think of at the moment was the feeling of her-

A loud ringing brought him out of his trance and he saw that Ok-hee was standing by the shelf she had been earlier. Wonpil quickly got up and hurried up to greet whomever came into the store. A mother and her young children asked him where the children’s section was and Wonpil pointed them in the right direction before slipping behind the counter, trying to hide the growing problem in his pants. Thankfully his apron did a pretty good job of that on its own.

He glanced up as the mother and her children returned quickly, having found exactly what they were looking for. Wonpil rang their order up and told the mother her total. As she pulled the notes out of her wallet, Wonpil noticed Ok-hee walking up to the counter, a rather large book in her arms. She gave him a mischievous smile as she got in line. The mother paid in exact change and took her bag. “Thank you for coming in!” Wonpil said as they left the store, leaving him alone once again with the Witch.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked quietly. She set the book in her arms on the counter just as the door opened again and Wonpil looked up to see his boss had returned with a bag from the bakery and two cups of coffee. “No one robbed the place?” his boss asked jokingly as he walked past, smiling at Ok-hee and offering a “good afternoon,” as he did. She returned his greeting before looking at Wonpil as his boss disappeared into his office.

Wonpil glanced down at the book and felt his blood run cold. ‘Lycanthropy and its Many Different Forms.’ He looked up at Ok-hee who had a wide smile on her face now. “This isn’t funny,” he hissed. Ok-hee’s smile didn’t falter. “Could you please ring me up? I have places to be,” she asked politely. 

Wonpil hesitantly grabbed the book and started to ring her up, punching in the numbers. “Unless you’d like me to stay so we can play on that couch in the occult section,” he heard her whisper in a seductive tone. Wonpil’s eyes snapped up to meet hers and his suspicions were confirmed.

So he hadn’t imagined that. It had actually happened. Ok-hee smiled wider. “Come by after your shift and I’ll take care of that,” she added, leaning onto the counter and glancing down at his apron. Wonpil set the book back down and told her the total. Ok-hee handed him a note and he gave her back her change. 

“Thank you and have a nice day,” Wonpil said, trying to convey that this meeting was over. Ok-hee shrugged. “You know where to find me if you change your mind,” she said before walking to the door, opening it with a ring of the bell and stepping out onto the sidewalk. 

Wonpil watched her through the window until she disappeared down the sidewalk before he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He heard a door open and he glanced over as his boss appeared, walking over and setting a small paper sack and a latte on the counter for him. Wonpil thanked him and picked up his beverage, taking a sip and then opening the paper sack to dig into his bagel.

The rest of his shift passed without incident and Wonpil left early at the insistence of his boss, giving him just enough time to get home and prepare to transform again. He was walking down the sidewalk past the park when he noticed the kids from last night loitering around the entrance of the park. He felt his blood boil as he glared at them, particularly the leader.

“Hey!” Wonpil shouted when he was close enough and the kids all looked at him, confusion written on their faces. “What do you want?” the leader asked as Wonpil approached them. Wonpil didn’t stop until he was in the leader’s face. “You think it’s funny to attack and torture cats? Is it fun to hurt innocent animals for no reason?” he asked in a low tone. The kids looked at him, eyes wide with shock.

“N-no,” the leader said softly as Wonpil advanced on him, clearly much older and bigger than the bully. “Then pick on someone your own size from now on or the Witch in the woods will get you,” he barked. He glanced around before adding, “ALL of you.” He then continued on, knocking past the kids and heading for his home, a sense of justice blanketing him.

Once he was inside the safety of his home. He locked the doors and this time remembered to latch the catflap. While he was preparing for his evening, a thought crossed his mind. ‘You know where to find me if you change your mind.’ Ok-hee’s words rang in his mind and he found himself unlatching the catflap. ‘It’s not because I want to sleep with her,’ he told himself. ‘I just felt safe in her cottage.’

Wonpil’s transformation that night was the same as it had been the night before. Once he freed himself from his now too large shirt, he headed for the catflap and out into the night. He took extra care, making sure no bullies were around as he headed into the park and ran to the forest, making his way to the path that would lead him to the Witch’s house. He trotted along the path until the familiar cottage came into view. Outside in the garden, he saw Ok-hee as she went about her business. 

He slowly approached until he was at the edge of her garden. He saw her tense up and turn slowly. When her eyes caught sight of him, Wonpil saw her relax and a smile spread across her face. “You came back,” she said as Wonpil made his way over to where she knelt in the dirt. He meowed at her and she reached down to pet him, giving him a few strokes before she continued to dig around in the dirt. She had a basket where she was putting vegetables. Once she finished she stood up, grabbing the basket and headed for her door. She stopped and turned to Wonpil. “You coming?” she asked.

Wonpil stood and ran over to her door, rushing inside before she headed in, shutting and locking the door behind her. Once inside, the Witch headed to her kitchen and started cleaning the vegetables. Wonpil jumped up into a chair to watch her. “Are you just going to watch me all night?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at the black cat. Wonpil let out another meow in response which made Ok-hee chuckle. “Alright, then,” she said before going back to her work.

For the rest of the evening, Wonpil watched her work as she finished cleaning the vegetables and put them away to store. He then watched as she took the dried herbs she had hanging in her kitchen and started to grind them up. She looked at Wonpil who watched her curiously. He hopped up onto the table and walked over to sniff the mortar in her hands. He then looked up at her. “You want to know what I’m doing?” she asked. Wonpil meowed again, his way of saying yes.

“I’m making spells,” Ok-hee said as she grabbed a few more herbs and added them to the mortar and started grinding again. “People from the town come to me and ask me for remedies for all sorts of ailments and the like. So I make them natural remedies, or spells, as I call them. You don’t have to be a witch to make spells work,” she added, looking at the cat.

Once she finished fulfilling her orders, she sat down by the fireplace and grabbed her knitting. Wonpil jumped up onto the footrest to watch her before Ok-hee moved her knitting and patted her lap. Wonpil hesitated before jumping into her lap and curling up while Ok-hee continued to knit. Wonpil fell asleep only to be woken up by Ok-hee moving to stand up, she cradled him in her arms and carried him to the bedroom where she set him down at the foot of her bed and moved to change into her nightgown. 

Wonpil shut his eyes to give her some privacy but couldn’t help his curiosity and opened one eye where he could see the Witch facing away from him, stripped bare. He watched as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it on over her head, letting the material fall down to the floor. He shut his eye and pretended to be asleep as she turned and got into bed, pulling the covers up over her and the lights went out. It didn’t take much longer after for Wonpil to pass out again.

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Wonpil continued this routine, spending the night at Ok-hee’s and getting up to go to work the next morning then coming back to spend the night again. When she asked him one morning why he kept coming back, he told her it was because he felt safe in her house. He could be himself and not have to worry. Ok-hee didn’t seem to mind his company either.

After the bookshop encounter, she never made another pass at him and she stopped teasing him completely. She would never admit it to Wonpil, but his presence made her feel accepted and safe, so she obviously didn’t mind having him in her home.

The days passed and soon, it was the morning of Halloween.

The sound of birds chirping woke Wonpil from his restful state and he wearily opened his eyes. The soft sunlight from the morning passed through the partially open curtains, hitting the floor and the blankets at the foot of the bed. 

Wonpil rolled over to peek at the Witch sleeping peacefully behind him. She was even more beautiful in the morning sun than Wonpil had previously thought.

He sat up slowly, trying not to disturb her sleep as he grabbed the pair of sweats resting on the cushioned bench at the end of the bed. He slowly slipped his legs into the pants and stood to pull them up. He heard a soft moan behind him and quickly turned his head to see Ok-hee was waking up. Her eyes fluttered open and her expression immediately softened when she caught sight of Wonpil.

“Good morning,” she murmured. Wonpil smiled shyly at her. “Morning,” he mumbled. His heart raced as the Witch reached out a hand for him and he took it without hesitation, allowing her to pull him back into the bed and he settled under the covers next to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

The two sat there for a moment, before the Witch spoke. “Do you want breakfast?” she asked, looking up at him. Wonpil shook his head silently, burying his face in the Witch’s hair. “No,” he said, his voice muffled. Ok-hee giggled and let out a content sigh. “I just want to stay like this forever,” Wonpil said softly. Ok-hee nodded. “Me too,” she whispered.

Silence fell between the pair before Wonpil softly kissed the Witch’s head. She looked up at him again, their eyes meeting before she connected their lips in a soft kiss. Pulling back, Ok-hee studied Wonpil’s expression. Before she could say anything, Wonpil pulled her back in for another kiss. Ok-hee’s hands moved, grabbing Wonpil’s shoulders. One of her legs moved, hooking around his waist.

The action spurred Wonpil on and he rolled onto his back, pulling Ok-hee on top of him. She leaned over, reconnecting their lips in a rushed kiss. Wonpil’s hands grabbed the thin material of her nightgown and slowly pushed it up to her waist. 

He knew by now that she didn’t wear panties to bed and wasn’t surprised to see her naked core pressed against his sweats right above where his cock was starting to harden. Wanting her to feel him, Wonpil grabbed Ok-hee’s hips and slowly moved them, grinding her into the material of his sweats. The Witch let out a soft moan which ignited a fire inside the werecat.

Wonpil sat up quickly, pulling the nightgown off Ok-hee and throwing it aside, leaving her bare before him. Her dark hair fell down past her shoulders, covering her chest as she sat on him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his hands grabbing her thighs and smoothing over the skin until he cupped her backside in his hands. 

Ok-hee’s hips moved of her own accord, rubbing against the thick material under her with each movement. Her walls clenched around nothing as her wetness seeped out, starting to coat the front of Wonpil’s sweatpants. He didn’t seem to mind however as he guided her movements.

Ok-hee whimpered as her clit brushed against the material. “Do that again,” Wonpil breathed and Ok-hee obliged, rubbing harder against him. By then, she could feel Wonpil’s erection through his pants and she wanted more. Without a word, she climbed off him before untying the strings on his sweats and pulling them down, exposing his hard length. 

Ok-hee discarded his pants in the same manner he discarded her nightgown before straddling him again, this time her wet cunt meeting the smooth skin of his girth and she let out a moan, rolling her hips and rubbing her clit along the underside of his shaft.

Wonpil let out a shaky breath, hands moving up Ok-hee’s body to cup her breast. “I need more,” Ok-hee whispered. Before Wonpil could say anything, she was raising her hips and grabbing his cock with her hand, giving him a few strokes before aligning the tip with her entrance and sinking down on him. Wonpil let out a strained groan, having never felt anything quite like it. Ok-hee didn’t stop until she was filled to the hilt with him. Once he was fully inside her, she waited, allowing both of them to adjust to the feeling. Her body felt like it was on fire. She felt indescribable.

“Move,” she heard Wonpil whine, bucking his hips slightly. Ok-hee did as he asked and slowly started to rock on him, feeling every inch of him rub against her walls. “Fuck,” she cursed, leaning over to rest her hands on his chest and slowly started to roll her hips. A deep moan left Wonpil’s lips as the head of his cock hit deeper inside Ok-hee than he thought possible. “Ride me,” he breathed, his hands grabbing her ass and squeezing, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers.

She didn’t need to be told twice and started lifting her hips and sinking back down on him. “You feel so good, baby,” she heard him whimper. Ok-hee moved faster, ignoring the burn in her thighs as she bounced on him, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. “I need more,” Wonpil said before sitting up and flipping Ok-hee onto her back and starting to thrust into her. The Witch let out a yelp as Wonpil pushed her thighs further apart and slammed into her.

“Am I hurting you?” she heard him ask from above her. Ok-hee shook her head. “No, don’t stop,” she begged. “Feels so good.” Wonpil leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips contrasting with the sinful motions of his hips against hers. She could feel her juices spilling out of her and coat the sheets beneath her, but Ok-hee didn’t care. All she wanted was him to pound her repeatedly until she was screaming his name. “Wonpil,” she moaned. The werecat slowed his pace to hear what his lover wanted to say.

“Yes?” he asked softly. “Fuck me,” the Witch said softly. “Hmm?” Wonpil asked, not hearing what she asked. “I said fuck me,” Ok-hee repeated. “Fuck me hard and make me scream,” she added. Wonpil smirked and threw her legs over his shoulders before grabbing her hips and pounding into her hard, like she asked of him. Ok-hee let out a shrill scream of pleasure at being fucked the way she wanted.

Wonpil felt her nails dig into his shoulder as he rocked into her, the room once more being filled with the sound of skin against skin as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release. He slowed his hips to a deep roll, watching Ok-hee as she arched her back off the sheets and let out a deep, wanton moan. Focusing more on quality over quantity, Wonpil continued this slow, steady pace until he felt his impending release subside.

“What are you doing?” Ok-hee whined. Wonpil let out a soft chuckle. “I was about to finish,” he said matter-of-factly. “I didn’t want to come just yet,” he added. Ok-hee opened her mouth to reply but her words fell short when a particularly hard thrust from Wonpil made her squeak out instead. She bit into her bottom lip gently, letting her eyes flutter shut as the werecat continued to thrust into her sharply.

“Are you close?” she heard her lover ask. Feeling the familiar tension in her abdomen and the heat spreading throughout her body, Ok-hee nodded. “Yes,” the Witch said. “I’m close.” Wonpil leaned down, pressing his lips against hers as he continued to rock into her, each stroke of his cock sending shivers of pleasure through her body. “Are you gonna come for me?” Wonpil whispered against her lips. With a soft whimper, the Witch nodded, her thighs tightening around Wonpil’s waist as the knot in her stomach tightened unbearable before it snapped and her climax hit her, a loud, shrill moan leaving her lips.

Realizing, she had come, Wonpil wasted no time in chasing his own high, thrusting repeatedly into Ok-hee until his own release came and he spilled into her with a low, strained groan, painting her walls with his seed. His arms shaking, Wonpil allowed himself to rest his head in the crook of Ok-hee’s neck, his panting matching her own as they tried to regain what little composure they had left.

After a few minutes, Wonpil finally pulled back to look at the Witch lying beneath him. Her hair fanned out on the pillow under her head, her cheeks flushed with pink and her green eyes glossy. He’d never seen someone look so stunning before. Giving her a small smile, he leaned in once more to press his lips softly against hers. “How are you feeling?” he asked when they parted. Ok-hee smiled back at him, a content sigh leaving her lips. “I feel great,” she said, one of her hands moving to cup his cheek.

He leaned into the touch, her thumb caressing his cheek. It had been so long since he had been close to anyone like that. It was nice, to say the least. Opening his eyes, Wonpil was met with the same beautiful creature that had been a moaning mess just a few moments before. “Shall we get something to eat?” Ok-hee asked, cocking her head, fixing him with those same glossy, green eyes. Wonpil nodded.

“Sure, but I have to go home and grab some things and then I’ll be right back,” he said, nuzzling her nose with his, smiling as she giggled. His lips found hera again and he was surprised how much he didn’t want to stop kissing her. No one had ever made him feel this way before.

Finally, after much insistence and the sounds of both of their stomachs rumbling, the pair got up, half dressing to make their way into the kitchen where Wonpil sat with a mug of coffee in hand as he watched Ok-hee work her magic, so to speak, in the kitchen, making a quick breakfast before setting a plate down in front of him. The two ate and joked as the sun continued to rise.

“Don’t you work today?” Ok-hee asked. Wonpil shook his head. “I don’t work weekends,” he said, setting his now empty mug down. “But I do have a few errands to run,” he added. Ok-hee watched as he got to his feet, stretching his arms over head and admiring his body. Wonpil looked down and caught her checking him out, to which she flushed and looked away from his body and back up to his face. “You leaving?” she asked, a hint of sadness to her tone. Wonpil leaned down and kissed her again. He really loved kissing her.

“Yes,” he said softly. “I’ll be right back,” he added. Ok-hee nodded as he headed to the bedroom to grab the hoodie he had brought with him before sliding on his shoes. Once dressed, he headed back out into the living area where Ok-hee was still sitting at the table. “Do you want me to grab anything while I’m out?” he asked. Ok-hee thought for a moment before shaking her head. “Nope, just come back to me,” she said getting up to walk him to the door.

Wonpil opened the heavy wooden door, turning to face the Witch. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’ll always come back to you,” he added before stepping out into the cool forest.

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The trip home to pack a bag only took a few minutes. Once he was done, he set the bag by the front door and looked around his flat, making sure it was locked and he didn’t forget anything. He had a change of clothes, his toothbrush, and the book he was currently reading. He turned off the lights and grabbed the bag before heading out into the crisp, cool afternoon.

He wasn’t lying when he said he had a few errands. It wasn’t exactly a few though, just one. Wonpil made his way to the post office to check his P.O box. He had all his mail sent there. He didn’t want to risk anyone from his past finding him and it seemed to work swimmingly so far. Once he arrived, he waited in the relatively long line to get into the small office.

While waiting he heard something he hadn’t in years.

“Wonpil?” 

He turned towards the voice that had spoken and his blood ran cold. “Yeeun?” he asked, his voice shaky. Before him stood his older sister. She rushed over and immediately enveloped him in a hug. Wonpil froze under her touch. ‘Why is she here?’ he asked himself, trying not to panic. ‘Why now?’

Yeeun pulled back and smiled up at him. “You haven’t changed one bit,” she said, laughing as she looked him over. Wonpil smiled nervously, looking over at the line and hoping it would move faster and give him a reason to escape his sister. “You look good,” she added. Wonpil looked back and could see that although a smile was on her face, it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Thanks,” he said softly. “What have you been up to?” she asked. Wonpil shrugged. “Just working,” he said as honestly as possible. “That’s all? You ran away from Seoul to work?” she asked. Wonpil shrugged again. “Why did you run away?” she asked. Wonpil was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. “I just needed space,” he said. It wasn’t a lie. He needed space from everyone in his life and moving away and starting fresh seemed like the answer. Yeeun didn’t look convinced.

“What happened?” she asked. “We used to tell each other everything,” she added. “When did we stop?” Wonpil shrugged again. “I don’t know, Yeeun,” he mumbled. “There are just some things we can’t tell each other,” he stated. Yeeun shook her head. “We’re family, Pil,” she said, reaching out to take his hand. “We trust each other.” Wonpil pulled his hand from hers. “I’m sorry, Yeeun. I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I just..” he trailed off and looked away from her.

“Wonpil, what is it? Are you in some kind of trouble?” she asked. ‘Yeah, trouble.’ Wonpil thought pitifully. He put on a brave face and forced a smile. “I’m okay, Yeeun. And if you’re here to check on me because mom and dad asked you to, please tell them I’m fine. Okay? I’m much better now,” he stated. Yeeun didn’t look convinced but she went with it. “If you say so,” she muttered. “Look, I’m staying at the inn,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s go get dinner tonight, catch up with each other.”

Wonpil shook his head. “I can’t tonight. I have plans,” he said quickly. Yeeun’s smile dropped. “And you can’t cancel? I’m your sister, Pil,” she replied. Wonpil shook his head. “I can’t. I’m sorry. Look,” he said glancing at the door to the post office and back. He quickly grabbed Yeeun and gave her a tight hug. “I’m really sorry I took off the way I did,” he whispered. “I just needed to get away from everything. Life was difficult and I needed a change. I promise I’m better now,” he added.

When they parted, he gave Yeeun a genuine smile. “I love you,” he said as he backed away towards the door to the post office. Yeeun returned the smile weakly. “I love you too, Pil,” she answered. Wonpil gave her a parting wave and turned to enter the post office where he busied himself with getting his mail and checking it. He glanced over his shoulder to see if Yeeun was still lurking outside but was relieved to see she had crossed the street and was walking toward the town center.

Once he had sorted through his mail, Wonpil made his way back towards the forest. He checked several times to make sure Yeeun hadn’t doubled back and followed him but he didn’t see any sign of her. Relieved, he headed into the park, following the path that would take him to the cottage in the forest. 

He still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he had and checked behind him once more to make sure he wasn’t being followed. He saw nothing and only heard the sounds of children laughing and playing in the park.

Heading deeper into the forest, he came across the Witch’s cottage and his nerves were put at ease and he walked up to the door and knocked. The door immediately creaked open and Wonpil peered in. Ok-hee sat in her chair, knitting away. She looked up as he entered, a warm smile spreading across her lips. “Did you finish your errands?” she asked. Wonpil nodded, walking over and setting his bag down.

He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “I did,” he added before sitting on the footstool in front of her. Ok-hee glanced up at him, her smile widening. “What?” she asked, noticing the way he just stared at her with a smile on his face. Wonpil shook his head and only smiled. “What?” Ok-hee asked again. Wonpil shrugged, still smiling at her, his leg bouncing slightly as if he was anticipating something.

“What are you doing?” Ok-hee asked, setting her knitting down. Wonpil said nothing, but slid off the footstool, settling between her legs on the floor and smiling up at her. Ok-hee glanced at the clock which told her it was a few more hours before Wonpil changed. Wonpil noticed her looking at the clock and looked back at her. “What?” he whispered, getting as close as possible. “I was just calculating how much time we have,” she replied. Wonpil watched as she set her knitting aside.

“How much time before what?” he asked playfully. Ok-hee smiled at him, reaching to caress his cheek. “Before sunset,” she replied. “Oh? And why would you need to do that?” he asked, trying to hide his growing smile. Ok-hee settled back in her chair. “Oh, just curious,” she retorted. Wonpil’s hands disappeared under her skirt, sliding up her legs as he pushed the material up past her knees.

His hands went deeper and discovered she was again not wearing panties. “Do you just never wear underwear?” he inquired causing the Witch to bite her bottom lip and giggle. Not waiting for an answer, Wonpil lifted her skirt and disappeared under it, lifting her legs and throwing them over his shoulders.

Ok-hee pulled the fabric of her skirt up until Wonpil’s head was free. He grabbed her hips and pulled them forward towards him, licking his lips and glancing up at her. “I hope you have nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon,” he said, his voice low. Ok-hee shook her head. “Good. Cause I’m not going to be done for a while,” he replied.

He wasn’t kidding when he said that. It indeed took a couple hours for Wonpil to tease and coax Ok-hee into a writhing, panting, and begging mess before he let her have her orgasm.

Wiping his lips and chin on his sleeve, Wonpil looked up at the Witch, a devilish grin on his face as he could see she knew he wasn’t quite done with her. Grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet, he led her to the kitchen. 

Pushing the empty basket and few scraps of paper to the floor, he turned Ok-hee to face the table as she giggled and whispered that they didn’t have much time before he changed. “I’m about to explode,” Wonpil replied, reaching down to grab fistfuls of her skirt and lift it up until her backside was exposed to him. 

Wonpil pushed her over, pressing her chest to the table as he hurriedly unzipped his jeans and started to push them down past his hips. He took himself in his hand, giving his length a few languid strokes and was about to guide himself inside Ok-hee when there was a sharp knocking at the door. The pair of them froze, staring at the wooden door. Ok-hee glanced back at Wonpil who looked just as shocked as she did. She stood up, throwing her skirt down while Wonpil hurriedly tucked himself back into his pants.

Once the both of them were composed and the papers and basket picked up, Ok-hee unlocked and pulled open the door. Wonpil heard her converse with someone outside but couldn’t hear who it was. Ok-hee turned and looked at Wonpil in shock before turning to speak to the visitor once more. She opened the door fully and in walked a face Wonpil had seen hours earlier.

“Yeeun?” he asked, quickly getting to his feet and walking over to his sister. She glanced around the interior of the cottage before her eyes settled on him. She rushed to him. “What are you doing here?” Wonpil asked. “I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she replied, again glancing around the cottage, her eyes reaching Ok-hee who smiled kindly. “I’m sorry for intruding like this,” she added.

Ok-hee shook her head. “It’s no trouble,” she replied. Yeeun turned to her brother. “So this is what you meant when you said you had plans you couldn’t cancel?” she asked. Wonpil shook his head. “It’s more complicated than that, Yeeun,” he said. “How?” Yeeun asked, tearing up. “How is it so complicated that you can’t tell me, your sister?” she demanded.

Ok-hee glanced between the two before looking at the clock. Wonpil caught this out of the corner of his eye. It was getting close. He needed to get Yeeun out of the house and fast. “Look, I can’t explain it right now,” Wonpil said, taking his sister’s hands and speaking directly to her. “But you can’t stay here.”

Yeeun’s eyes widened. “Are you kicking me out?” she asked. Wonpil hummed. “I don’t want to,” he said. “Then don’t! Don’t shut me out,” she interrupted. Wonpil glanced at the clock. He had two minutes to get her out of the cottage before he changed. “Look, Yeeun, I can’t explain it right now and I love you, but you need to leave,” he pleaded. Yeeun pulled her hands from his and moved to sit down on the sofa.

“I’m not leaving until you explain why you couldn’t cancel your plans and why I can’t be here,” she said stubbornly as she crossed her arms over her chest. Ok-hee’s eyes widened and she looked from Yeeun to Wonpil as he shook his head and walked over to Yeeun and knelt in front of her.

“Yeeun, please, just trust me,” he said. Yeeun shook her head slowly. “I do trust you, but what are you hiding from me? From mom and dad? What are you so afraid of?” Yeeun asked. Wonpil started to respond but his voice caught in his throat. He glanced at the clock which said the time was 7:01. His eyes widened. ‘It was too late.’

“Yeeun,” he said standing up and backing away. She stood to follow him but Ok-hee caught her. “Don’t,” Yeeun said, trying to free herself. Ok-hee shook her head. “Just trust,” was all Ok-hee said. Yeeun turned to look at Wonpil who was beginning to change. She watched in horror as her brother transformed right before her, his body twisting and morphing into something not human. He started to shrink, slowly until he disappeared inside his clothes. 

Yeeun’s eyes widened as the clothing moved and a slender black cat shimmied out of the shirt her brother had just been wearing. Yeeun looked from the black cat to Ok-hee and back. “What the fuck?!” she shrieked. Ok-hee led her back to the sofa and sat her down. “Sit here,” she said. “I’ll make some tea.”

With a cup of tea in hand, Ok-hee began explaining everything to Yeeun who sat still and listened, hanging onto Ok-hee’s every word. Once she had finished, Ok-hee sat back in her armchair, Wonpil now resting on her lap and she gave him a few pets. Yeeun stared at the cat as it fixed her with its yellow-eyed gaze. She shivered and looked away.

“So my brother turns into a black cat once a month for a week?” she asked. Ok-hee nodded. “He does,” she replied. Yeeun stared, mouth slightly agape. “Huh,” was all she said before setting the teacup on the coffee table. “Interesting,” she added. “You know, if I hadn’t witnessed it for myself, I’d say you were crazy,” she said leaning back onto the sofa, a soft laugh escaping her. Ok-hee joined her.

A loud shattering of glass caught both of their attention and Ok-hee sat up quickly while Yeeun yelped. Wonpil jumped down from Ok-hee’s lap and ran over to investigate the rock now sitting on the rug. Ok-hee waved her hand and repaired the window, the glass on the floor flying up and settling back in place as if the window never broke. Yeeun stared in shock before she whispered, “oh I need that in my house.”

Ok-hee peered out the window and saw a group of teenage boys outside her home. She turned to Yeeun. “Go into the bathroom and lock the door,” she said as he hurried over to the front door, Wonpil hot on her heels. Yeeun did as she was told and barricaded herself in the bathroom. Ok-hee stopped at the door and reached down to pick up Wonpil and set him on the shelf by the window.

“Stay inside, please,” she whispered before opening the door and disappearing outside. He watched through the window as Ok-hee walked a few yards from her door to face down the gang.

“Look boys,” one of them said. “It’s the Witch in the Woods,” he said mockingly. Ok-hee said nothing as they continued to taunt and mock her. “You gonna put a curse on us, witchy?” one boy said in a singsong voice. “Oh no, she’s gonna hex us!” another shouted, followed by them all laughing.

One of the boys picked up a rock and hurled it at the house, hitting the same window again. Wonpil’s back arched as he watched the boys advance on Ok-hee. The Witch glanced back at the house and turned back to the boy who had thrown the stone. He held another, tossing it up lazily and catching it again, a smug expression on his face. Ok-hee sighed.

“I just fixed that window,” she said, turning to wave her hand and fix the window again. While she was distracted, the boy threw the rock in his hand at the other window where Wonpil’s cat form could be seen. He jumped out of the way just in time as the glass shattered. Ok-hee spun around to check to see if Wonpil was injured. She couldn’t see him in the window and she turned back to the boys, her body heating up quickly as rage took over her.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, the whites exposed and started glowing as her whole body lifted a few inches off the ground, her hair slowly swirling around her as if she was weightless. She started to float forward. The boys, unsure if this was a prank or not looked at each other in panic. Ok-hee’s body lurched forward at quick speed until she was mere inches from the boy who had thrown the rock.

Her hand shot out and she grabbed him, her fingers tightening around his neck. Her face scrunched up as her rage continued to fuel her actions. “You think it’s funny?” she asked in a deep, guttural voice. “To throw rocks at people’s homes and hurt innocent animals?” The boy stammered out an apology, clawing at her hand around his throat. One of the other boys snuck behind Ok-hee and picked up another rock.

Wonpil peeked out the window just in time to see another boy throw a rock at Ok-hee and hit her in the head. He let out a deep growl and felt his body grow hot. His low cat growl turned into a snarl as he leapt down from the shelf onto the floor of the cottage.

Outside, Ok-hee and the boys could hear a snarling growing louder and louder from inside the cottage. They all turned to look as sounds of smashing and tearing could also be heard. A loud roar, like a panther, emitted from the house and as suddenly as it started, the sounds stopped. The forest went deafeningly silent before the front door was splintered apart and a massive humanoid creature covered in black fur clawed its way out of the broken door.

Ok-hee stared in awe, dropping the boy she held by the throat as the rest of the boys clamored and scrambled away in terror as the monstrous figure advanced on them. It stood almost 7 feet tall, covered in black fur that glistened in the moonlight. Large triangular ears stood upright with tufts of fur at the ends. Sharp fangs, covered in saliva were exposed as the creature snarled.

It stood on two legs, claws digging into the dirt. It flexed it’s fingers, biceps rippling before claws extended from the tips of its fingers. It was a monstrous cat. A werecat.

The boys stared in terror at the beast as it gazed upon them with glowing yellow eyes. It stepped forward and let out a roar that rattled the trees and sent owls into the sky with hoots and shrieks of fear. The boys hurried away, running as fast as their legs could carry them as they screamed in horror.

Ok-hee glanced towards the path, watching the boys disappear into the dark before she turned to face the beast. It turned to her, no longer snarling as it bent down, in a sort of diminutive pose. Ok-hee smiled, reaching up to caress the creature’s cheek. “So you found your true form,” she said smiling at it.

Wonpil looked down at Ok-hee before looking down at himself. He was no longer a house cat but a true werecat. He didn’t know what triggered it, but he knew now that if he needed to, he could protect himself and those he cared about. The sound of birds in the distance signaled that the night had ended. Wonpil shifted slowly back as the sky began to lighten.

Ok-hee pulled off her shawl and handed it to Wonpil who took it with a whisper of thanks. He tied it around his waist and the pair looked at each other before a crashing sound caught their attention. They both turned to see Yeeun making her way through the wreckage and looked up at them.

“Did I miss all the action?” she called. Wonpil let out a laugh and shook his head as he and Ok-hee walked back towards the cottage to fill Yeeun in on what went down. “I can’t believe I missed seeing that!” Yeeun said as she Wonpil walked her to the door. She turned to Ok-hee and pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you for taking care of my brother,” she said, smiling. Ok-hee returned the smile. “Of course,” she replied. Yeeun turned to Wonpil and pulled him into a hug. “Now that the cat’s out of the bag,” she said and Wonpil groaned, rolling his eyes at the pun. “Don’t be a stranger,” Yeeun added, softly punching her little brother’s shoulder. Wonpil smiled and nodded. “I won’t, but please don’t tell mom and dad.”

Yeeun laughed. “Yeah, no. You can have that conversation with them,” she said as she stepped outside into the woods. She waved as she walked away, heading down the path. Wonpil turned to Ok-hee. “What will you do now?” he asked. Ok-hee shrugged. “Move,” she said simply. “It’s all I can do now,” she added. Wonpil nodded. “Where will you go?” he asked.

“The mountains,” Ok-hee replied, waving her hand and immediately her things began to pack themselves. “I have a cabin up there,” she added. Wonpil followed her as she continued to pack up her things. “What about us?” he asked. Ok-hee froze before turning slowly towards him. “What about us?” she repeated. Wonpil shifted nervously. “What if I came with you?” he asked.

Ok-hee stared at him incredulously. “You’d do that?” she asked. Wonpil nodded. “Of course,” he said. “That’s what you do when you love someone,” he admitted. Ok-hee crossed the room, throwing herself into Wonpil’s arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. Wonpil caught her and hugged her tightly.

“I’d love it if you came with me,” she whispered into his neck. “Then I’m coming with you,” Wonpil replied.

ONE YEAR LATER

Wonpil reached the steps leading up to the cabin and kicked his boots against the steps to loosen the snow that collected in the treads of his snow boots. He glanced out over the frozen mountain lake, smiling up at the sun that beamed down, offering a small amount of warmth. Once at the door, he unlocked and opened it, stepping inside and taking his hat off. He kicked off his boots and continued further into the cabin to set the bags of groceries he’d gotten from town.

After putting them away, he removed his coat and scarf, tucking it with his gloves in the pockets of his coat before hanging it up in the hall closet. He shut the door and heard soft singing coming from upstairs. He slowly made his way up the steps and into the large room across from the landing where the door was wide open.

Peering in, he saw Ok-hee sitting in a rocking chair, rocking softly as she sang a lullaby, holding a bundle of blankets in her arms. Wonpil walked into the room and quietly over to where she sat. Ok-hee smiled up at him as he reached her and then looked back down at the baby in her arms. “Has she eaten?” he asked softly as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. Ok-hee nodded, still singing.

“Have you eaten?” he asked, looking at the smiling mother. She nodded again. “Yes,” she replied. “But i wouldn’t say no to some hot chocolate,” she added. Wonpil smiled and kissed her forehead. “One hot chocolate, coming right up,” he said before making his way downstairs.

While he heated up the milk on the stove, he stared out into the woods on the backside of their property where he saw several deer trudging through the snow. He heard a door shut softly and the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. He added the chocolate to the milk to melt it as it heated up.

Ok-hee entered the kitchen and looked around. “Where are the groceries?” she asked. Wonpil glanced at her, a smile on his face. “I already put them away,” he said. Ok-hee playfully glared at him. “We’re supposed to put them away together,” she reminded him as she walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Wonpil smiled as he continued to make hot chocolate.

A few minutes later, the two of them sat on the covered deck, looking out over the frozen lake, sipping on their hot chocolates from mugs, a large blanket sitting on their laps. Ok-hee nestled into Wonpil’s side, letting out a sigh of content. “I love this,” Wonpil whispered, taking another sip. “I love you,” Ok-hee said as she looked up at him and smiled. Wonpil kissed her cheek.

“I love you, too.”

[ateease]

[9:42pm] "I-if you keep going so quick I'm gonna cum!" Wonpil's voice was high pitched as he spoke, his hands tangled in the sheets as you pushed inside of him deeper. "That's the point, baby boy." You told him, wrapping your hand around his cock, "I want you cum. I want you to make a mess for me." He whimpered as you started to stroke him in rhythm with your thrusts. His thighs shook against your hips as you fucked him, his mouth open as moan after pretty moan fell from it. He came with a loud cry, his body arching as ropes of his release spilled over your hand and his stomach. You kept your pace, milking his orgasm until he was shaking and panting for you to stop. You pulled out of him slowly, smiling at the little sounds he made. "You are so cute when you cum." You tell him, leaning down to kiss his cheek, "I wanna make you do it over and over again."

kinktober, day 17 - anal sex.