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AGORA HILLS.

SYNOPSIS : as the best detective of your city, you take your job very seriously. but how seriously will you take your job when the man of your dreams' husband dies suddenly?

PAIRING : malewife! psh x detective! male! reader

GENRE : 90s, elle singapore black sequin dress seonghwa, thriller, sexy, angst to fluff, murder mystery, possessive/ obsessive love, wine<3

WARNINGS : seonghwa referred to as 'wife' and 'ms' and 'mrs', a lot of manhandling, ass grabbing, idk, slut, sexy, anal, suggestive, huge dick, tattoos, praising, romantic talk, teeth-rotting smut, you will kill yourself, you will cry, blood n shit n deaths obviously, lmao i hope u die after this

WORD COUNT : 8.6k

INSPO : agora hills & this tweet

LORRY'S NOTE : HAPPY BIRTHDAY @asherthehimbo!!!!! I LOVE U SO MUCH BBG HAVE A GOOD BIRTHDAY ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

you've only met seonghwa twice. once at a party held by your coworker's friend, kim theodore. and the second time when theodore died tragically.

theodore was, a... special man. he had been indebt to you since he had been tangled in some drug allegations. of course, being the best detective in the city, you helped him out.

and now, you were on the way to his mansion on agora hills, which is one of the most expensive places one can afford.

you let out a loud yawn as you rang the doorbell. the door opens after a second and you see theodore.

"oh my friend!" he tries to go in for a hug, but you backed away from him awkwardly. theodore lets out a light-hearted laugh before standing aside so you could walk in.

upon entering the beautiful mansion of a millionaire, you take in the sight in front of you; a large chandelier just above your head, beautiful marble staircase to the second floor,

which you assumed is where the master's bedroom is.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

suddenly the women at the party surrounds you, making you yelp in surprise.

"oh my, detective!"

"you look so handsome today!"

"when will i become your wife?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa watched in the distance as you tried pushing them away, very much annoyed. he chuckles.

"m/n!" one of the ladies called for you, and suddenly you frown, "please ladies, only refer to me as detective. i don't think we're close enough to be on first name basis." you adjusted your collar.

you turn your head when you heard your name being said from across the hall, "m/n, come meet my wife!" you nod before jogging to where he, and another male, dressed in a beautiful black sequin dress was.

the man looked absolutely divine, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Hold my hand You can hit while they watch, boy

theodore noticed and chuckled, "i see you like my wife, eh?" he nudges you, "have fun chattin'!" he waves goodbye before going back to his large groups of friends.

you stood awkwardly next to the slightly shorter male as you found your arm tattoo of a snake way more interesting than the mansion you were currently in.

the head of the snake starts at the back of your middle finger as the tail runs spirals around it, going upwards and disappearing underneath your dress shirt,

which seonghwa had been staring at the whole time.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

seonghwa swirls the wine in his glass, "kim seonghwa isn't a really catchy name, is it?"

you perked up, "it's not?" he smiles gently,

"my real name is park seonghwa, i think that sounds way better."

you thought about it for a few seconds before nodding in agreement, "yeah, i think so too."

he reaches out his hand out as you shook his, "nice to meet you, detective-"

"m/n." you cut him off.

"huh?"

"call me m/n."

seonghwa smirks, "but i don't think we're close enough for first name basis, isn't that right?" he taunted.

you leaned in, towering over the man as he gulped in anticipation, "oh, i think we're way past that."

seonghwa bit his lip when he felt your hot breath on his face, he doesn't let go of your hand and brushes his thumb against your tattoo, sending shivers down your spine.

"now that i think about it, l/n seonghwa is even better than park seonghwa, don't you think so?"

your breath hitched as you choked on the wine you were currently taking a sip of, you coughed loudly as some wine spilled from the corner of your mouth and onto the floor.

seonghwa covers his mouth with his hand, "oh detective, look at the mess you made! are you a child?" he joked.

you blushed a bit in embarrassment as you place the glass down,

"oh would you look at that," seonghwa's finger brushes at the corner of your lips, wiping off the spilled wine.

"you've made a big mess, detective." you watch as seonghwa stares at you seductively, all while sucking the wine off his finger, licking it clean.

you felt your blood starting to run downwards to your little guy as you looked away and coughed.

you pulled out a handkerchief from your breast pocket and took his hand in yours before wiping his finger, all without a word.

seonghwa bit his lip at the gentle gesture, never had a man made me feel like this before, not even theodore.

not letting go of his hand, you glance backwards to see theodore drowned in the many noblewomen that surrounded him, disgusting pig.

turning back to the male, you smirked and intertwined your fingers with his.

That's true that I like PDA, take it to a seedy place

suddenly, you pull seonghwa towards you and he yelps quietly before bumping into your chest. you hold his waist as your hot breath fanned against his ear, making his knees buckle.

"mrs. kim, please don't forget you are a married woman." seonghwa hasn't felt like this since he first met theodore, and that was decades ago. you whistled as you looked the male up and down, "that dress looks exquisite on you, by the way."

seonghwa smiled shyly, "ah, thank you detective. i must say you don't look that bad yourself." you smirk, "i would want my future wife to have that pretty dress." seonghwa runs a hand through his slicked-back hair and tutted, "oh that's unfortunate," your eyebrow lifted as he continued, "because this dress is a custom made by a friend." theodore could be heard from the living area announcing for a group picture.

the two stare for a few seconds as you added, "my point still stands." seonghwa bit his lip at your words, god, i might cum right now... you slowly detangled your fingers from his and walked towards the large group, smiling gently at the women that waved to you.

seonghwa naturally went into the middle as theodore stood at his left and you on seonghwa's right. you became increasingly annoyed at the fact theodore made no move to hold his wife, even swatting seonghwa's hand away when he had tried to hold the other's hand.

you sighed before quietly placing your hand on seonghwa's hip, as to comfort him of the lost attention of his husband. however, seonghwa smirks as he moves your hand lower, all the way to his plush ass.

Who that man with the big strong hands On her ass in the club with the paps?" Baby, that's you

you physically stiffen as you didn't know what to do or how to react. seonghwa only leaned closer to your ear, "you can squeeze if you want, detective. i worked hard for this body."

god, it's getting hot- why's it so hot? was it always this hot in here? god, why am i burning up?

suddenly, seonghwa lets out a quiet moan when he felt your large hand mold at his ass, squeezing his thighs together. "oh goodness, detective..." you leaned down to his ear, "didn't i tell you to call me by my name?" seonghwa yelps when you shove him onto the wooden coffee table. the other guests gasp and back away when you pull up the dress, revealing a pretty lacy thong.

Hope you can handlе the heat,

you smirk when you see the tips of seonghwa's ears turn bright red, "look at you, pretty." you pull the thong as it snaps back into seonghwa's ass, making him moan wantonly. soon, you pull out your hard cock from your pants and push it inside him one go.

seonghwa came on the spot, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth when he felt your cock drag against his walls, the feeling of it piercing through his tummy becoming his newest desire. you paused for a few seconds to let the man adjust before you held onto his waist and slammed your hips forward.

seonghwa's legs trembled as he tried to bite back his moans. you lean forward and held onto his jaw before fucking him roughly, "ah! oh my- eugh! detective...!" you groan into seonghwa's ear, "why the fuck are you hiding your moans? isn't this what you wanted? for me to fuck you in this room full of your friends,"

Get used to my fans lookin' at you

you turn seonghwa's head as you two stare directly into theodore's eyes, "and your lovely husband that will never be able to satisfy you after i do." seonghwa grips onto the corners of the table as precum dripped from his hard cock, which had been rubbing uncomfortably against the table. "yes- ah! f-fuck me in front of all my f- fuck... friends- mm!"

"oh- oh yeah..! r-right there, detective!" seonghwa turned his head and held onto your cheek, "w-who knew you were s...so ugh- big!" seonghwa pulls you in for a kiss as your tongues danced and teeth clashed, not a care in the world. seonghwa felt his orgasm coming up when your hands began pinching at his perking nipples over the dress, tears were coming out of seonghwa's eyes as his eyes rolled back.

he had never felt more pleasured and embarrassed...

is exactly what seonghwa wanted to happen.

I love you, I wanna big chill

you awkwardly pulled your hand away from his ass when the photos were done, quickly excusing yourself as you walked towards a very busy theodore with lots of women surrounding him,

"yes, i have to go back to the office pretty soon. i apologise for leaving so early on..." theodore laughs and pats your back, "ahaha! don't you worry about it, m/n! i know a great detective needs to always be on duty!" you nod and was about to leave until theodore speaks again, "seonghwa! please escort m/n out, i'm busy!"

you watched seonghwa jogs towards the door where you were and opened it for you, "thank you for coming, detective- ah no, m/n." you smile and nod your head towards him as you walked down the steps, "ah, right! your handkerchief!" you turn your heel, "you can keep it. i don't think it will mean much to a noblewoman of your class, though."

Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand

seonghwa holds the handkerchief tightly against his chest, feeling his heart beat against his ribcage and his cheeks heat up. "you have no idea how much it means to me..." you go back up the steps upon hearing his words and take his hand before kissing the back of it, "until next time, mrs. kim, or should i say mrs. l/n..."

Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand

that day you left seonghwa with a raging boner. you had stole his heart and he promised himself he would see you again, he just had to figure out how. you also grew infatuated with him just after this one meeting and you couldn't stop thinking about seonghwa, he was like a virus invading your mind.

Baby, can you call me back?

you thought you had long forgotten about those feelings of infatuation towards the man. but as you stand in front of the mansion just a year after, you're surprised to feel your heartbeat quicken and cheeks heat up a bit.

I miss you

you take a deep breath as you hold your hand against the door, what will i do when i see you again? what do you look like now? do you still like me too? your eyes widen as you slap yourself across the face suddenly. no, you shouldn't be thinking these types of things. his husband just died and you are on duty now.

you bit your lip, but doesn't that mean you had a chance to make him yours?

It's so lonely in my mansion

shaking your head to rid of those thoughts, you finally knocked on the door and in that moment the door opened, you thought you would've collapsed if not for your hand on the side or the doorframe.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

"mrs. kim." seonghwa rubbed his eyes and sniffled softly,

"ah, detective you are right on time." seonghwa walked in as you followed, closing the door behind you.

you took a seat on the dining table as seonghwa poured you a cup of tea, "and also, it's ms. park now, oh theodore..."

Whether they like or not (Not)

you fiddled with the handle of the cup as seonghwa sat opposite of you, "let's begin, shall we?" seonghwa nodded sadly.

I wanna show you off (Off)

"where were you at 3:30pm when theodore was murdered?" seonghwa sniffled, "i was at the market since i left at 3pm."

you bit your lip, "what about the maid and butler?" seonghwa brushed his hair back, and you almost didn't catch what he said next as you watched him, like a hungry predator ready to feast on its prey.

"the butler had a day off yesterday and the maid- um, i don't think i remember..." you nodded and jotted down the things he said,

"i'm sorry detective, i've just been crying the whole night so my memory's a bit foggy..."

I wanna show you off (Off)

you paused your writing on your notepad and glanced at his eyes for a second, "is something on my face, detective?"

you smile gently, "no," yes, lies.

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

"i'm very sorry for your loss." you watch seonghwa frown, "excuse me for a moment." he disappears into the kitchen.

you sat idly as you take out your walkie-talkie, "wooyoung."

you could hear some crackling sounds from the other line before a muffled voice responded, "m/n! yes, i'm here! is there something you need?" you nodded, "i need you to go over the alibis for mrs. kim's maid and butler. i want it done by the end of the week."

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

you heard wooyoung tut, "yeesh, dude."

"wooyoung." you said in a warning tone.

you heard wooyoung groan before answering, "fine, i'll have it done by then. wooyoung, out!"

I wanna show you off (Off)

you put the walkie-talkie away and jotted a few more things in your notepad, you look up to the clock.

it's been a few minutes now, what's taking him so long?

"mrs- ms. park?" you got up and went into the kitchen where he had disappeared and you were shocked to see him gulping down an entire bottle of wine.

Hold my hand

to say you were shocked was an understatement as walked quickly towards him, seonghwa doesn't notice your presence until you snatch the bottle away from him.

You can hit while they watch, boy

"eugh- give it...!" seonghwa made grabby-hands as you held the bottle above his head,

Ah, sorry, I was takin' a sip of my root beer

"no." seonghwa didn't know if it was the alcohol or you but he felt his face grow hotter by the second.

'Cause love is pain, but I need this shit (Yeah)

his forehead creases, "why the hell not!?"

you frown and hold onto both of his wrists with one hand and pushed him backwards. seonghwa's back hit the wall as tears started forming in his eyes,

Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (Yeah)

"let. go." you pause for a moment, "i won't." you said slowly.

"god, get off me!" is what seonghwa said, but he prayed that you never let him go.

"no, you can't drink your sorrow away, i won't let you."

Boy, you're the one, you're the only man

seonghwa glares, "your job is to find the killer of my dead husband, isn't that right?" you loosened your grip on his wrist for a second,

"stop drinking." he smirks, "make me."

With you, I ain't holding shit back

suddenly, your walkie-talkie beeped, "uh, m/n? we have a problem here..."

you let go of seonghwa's arm, "yes, i'll be there in twenty minutes."

turning back to seonghwa, he gripped onto the sink as his head was dipped downwards so that you couldn't see him face. "i'll be back next week, okay?"

When I need my space, you give that

"okay..." you could hear your heart break with each step you took towards the door. no, go back to him!

but all you did was continue walking.

upon hearing the front door shut, seonghwa swiped the wine bottle away as it hit the ground, smashing into pieces. he watched the red liquid flow out, forming a big puddle. he collapses to the ground and screams out in pain.

They all wanna know how you get to me

how could i let you go again?

why didn't i stop you?

seonghwa smashes his fist against the broken glass shards as tears flowed from his glossy eyes, "why, why, why, why!"

Cause this type of love's the epitome

he watches with blurry eyes as his own blood mixes with the wine, both reds close to each other in colour. "why do you always slip away from my fingers..." he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket, "oh my love, i hope this will all be worth it..."

"it's obviously the maid!"

you wince as your partner, wooyoung, screams into your left ear.

"no it's not!" san, your other partner, screams in your right ear. you only covered your ears as you watched the security footage again.

"you guys need to stop bothering m/n all the time..." yeosang sweatdrops as he watches san and wooyoung fight while you sat between them.

"are you stupid, san?"

san gasped, "what, me?"

"yes, you!"

you rolled your eyes as wooyoung continued, "it's clearly the maid! she said she left at 3pm but never mentioned about coming back to the mansion. like, whatttt?"

that's true, it's kinda suspicious but it can't based off my superstition. witnessing murder can cause changes in memory, behaviour, sleep, and body function, affecting the immune system as well as the heart.

it can also lead to cognitive effects, such as brain fog. so it's no secret that seonghwa and the maid could've forgotten some things as they are the first to find theodore's body.

jongho giggles from the reception, "i still wonder why yunho sandwiched m/n's desk between wooyoung and san."

yeosang nods, "they literally resemble cat and dog."

wooyoung huffs and folds his arms across his chest, "the maid was so damn nervous and she didn't even know what she was telling me when i asked where she was that day. it's as if she's admitting to being the killer!"

san rolls his eyes, "what about the stupid butler? are you gonna believe him about being off-duty just cause he said so?"

wooyoung stomps his feet, "i'm gonna believe him if his alibi is sustainable unlike the maid's!"

san's forehead creases, "why are you so determined to prove that it's the maid?"

wooyoung rolls his eyes, "cause she's acting weird! unless she was like, i don't know, bribed or something i won't believe she's innocent!"

wooyoung continues, "and besides, why would she keep her mouth shut if she was actually being bribed? we can help her and shit, stupid."

san stands up abruptly, "don't call me stupid, stupid!"

"no you're stupid!"

"you look stupid!"

"what did you say!?"

"did you not hear me?"

your brows furrow as you mindlessly replayed the video again, deep in thought.

"why do you keep replaying that part?" mingi, who was walking by, presses his cheek against yours as wooyoung and san immediately shuts up and joins in.

mingi makes an 'o' with his lips, "that's mrs. kim, right?"

san shakes his head, "it's ms. park now apparently."

mingi gasps, "he's the one that died?"

wooyoung hit his head, "it's been circulating all around the precinct, are you dumb?"

Baby, you're literally capping to me right now

you roll your eyes and shush the guys as the video played once again. in the video was a person dressed in full black outfit from head to toe, and they had just walked out of the gate. the person clearly resembles seonghwa, but for some reason you got the thought that that wasn't the case.

as if he read your mind, wooyoung spoke, "it's clearly ms. park! why would it be anyone else?"

his brows creased, "literally look at his clothes! do you think the maid or butler could wear expensive shit like that?"

san nods, "even we can't afford those."

you flick his forehead, "it's not about money, jesus you guys..."

you had to pause for a moment to ask yourself; why do i know it isn't seonghwa? he clearly stated that he left the mansion at 3pm.

Like why are you capping me?

your eyes trail to the bottom of the screen where the time of the video is,

see? 3pm exactly.

you skip the video to a part where part of the face is revealed; the nose.

your eyes widen, "that's not seonghwa." you stated simply.

mingi scratched his head, "what... how can you tell?"

wooyoung snorted, "how are you a lieutenant?"

san giggled in agreement, "i think he cheated in the exam..."

"yah!" the two ran away as mingi chased them.

you whisper to yourself as you point at the nose with your pen, "see? seonghwa's nose is long and slender... but this one, it's... how should i put it?"

you bit the pen, "it's just not him."

You just cap so hard, it's— I don't know what to do

"the ink is gonna spill in your mouth if you bite any harder."

you blink back and look up to yeosang who was filling a small paper cup with coffee, "you want one?"

you sighed and nodded, "yes, thank you yeo."

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

he places the cup on your desk and smiles, "anytime."

you sip the hot coffee,

why would seonghwa lie to me? did he...

your eyes widen, "no!" you slam the cup onto the desk, scaring half of the people in the precinct as the hot coffee splashed onto your hand,

Whether they like or not (Not)

"ah!" you yelped in pain as you fell backwards.

jongho jumped out of his seat and rushed to your side, "jesus m/n! what's up with you today?"

you hold your burning hand as you whine in pain, "i also wanna know..."

jongho is clearly confused but he brushes if off and sighs, "don't work too hard. you know what happens when you do like most of the time, right?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

yeah, i need to chill out.

as the next day rolled by, you sat idly at your desk the entire time. pen in your mouth as you bit at the rear, forehead creasing as you mentally pieced the evidences and alibis together. you sighed and leaned back into your chair,

god, this is too complicated.

"biting your pen again, i see?" you throw your head backwards to see yeosang carrying a stack of documents.

you whistled, "where you going with all that stuff?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

yeosang sighed, "yunho said he needed me to get these all sent to hq." you hummed as he looked past you to the many pieces of notes and files scattered on your desk, "still working on kim?"

you look back and sighed, "yeah, i don't know why it gets more complicated as i dig further."

"give me a second." yeosang retreats to his own desk and places down the documents before returning and picking up the files of seonghwa and the maid, "i see why it's hard for you m/n."

you perk up, "what, why is that?"

you move to the side as yeosang drags his own chair over and sits down after placing the files down. he points at the pictures,

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

"i mean, look at their faces."

you follow his finger, "they look practically like twins to me. if you looked at them from any other angle than the front, you'll surely never tell them apart." your eyes widen, "wait, that's right!"

you quickly click on the security footage of gates again, "i've only ever been able to tell the two apart is because seonghwa always wears nice and luxurious clothes, whereas the maid is the complete opposite."

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

you turn to see yeosang's smug grin and bounced off your seat, "i have to go." quickly grabbing your coat before jogging to the lift hearing yeosang's diminishing 'you're welcome's. you cursed silently as the lift never came, deciding to run down a few flights of stairs.

of course, why haven't i noticed?

I wanna show you off (Off)

huffing, a few beads of sweat forms at your forehead as you reach the ground floor and quickly run into your car. starting it, you drove off. with one hand, you took out your phone and dialled a number.

seonghwa hummed a soft tune as he was doing some knitting in the living room. suddenly, the phone rang and he placed his tools onto the soft couch and jogged to pick up the phone at the desk,

I wanna show you off (Off)

"this is ms. park seonghwa of-" "seonghwa!"

he felt a blush creep towards his face upon hearing the tired and breathless voice of the detective.

I wanna show you

"ah, detective! is something the matter? why are you calling me at," he glanced at the clock on the wall, "almost seven thirty in the evening?" he leaned onto the desk as he twirled the wire between his finger,

Hold my hand

the all too familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach upon hearing your soothing voice call his name. "apologies, seonghwa. i'm actually on my way to your residence as of now-"

"what, now!?" seonghwa coughed,

You can hit while they watch, boy

"s-sorry, i was just surprised. may i ask why?"

"i just need to confirm a few things regarding the murder case since i'm near to completing it." seonghwa bit his lip, "how far are you?"

So, 9:30? I'll see you there

"ten minutes away, i'll be there shortly." seonghwa looked down at his current attire,

you couldn't see him like this. no way.

No, you hang up, you hang up

"i see. take your time detective, i'll be waiting..." placing the phone down softly, seonghwa rushed upstairs into his bedroom and almost demolished his closet finding the perfect outfit for the occasion.

"is something the matter, ma'am?" seonghwa popped his head out of the closet to see his maid, standing at the doorway.

Somethin' different about you

"ah! right, i totally forgot." the maid watched in confusion as seonghwa dug through his drawers and pulled out an envelope.

"here, this is for the extra work you did for me. thank you, by the way." the maid smiles and takes the envelope with both hands, bowing slightly. "no, i should thank you for providing me such a nice residence."

seonghwa smiles, "the detective will be here shortly, you should leave before anything happens." the maid nods, "take care of yourself, ma'am." "you know i will."

the maid bows once more before jogging to her room and begins packing her things.

Love it when he hit and smack too

finally, seonghwa picks the perfect dress and smirks at the thought of his own image in the dress, but his confident smile drops upon seeing his figure in the mirror.

seonghwa noticed his tummy poking from the skin-tight dress. he gulped and turned to his side, the lump being fairly noticeable. he swore he could still hear theodore's nagging at the back of his heda.

look at yourself, do you think you look good?

nobody would want to have sex with somebody of your shape.

what happened to you? you used to look good.

i suppose you've gotten too comfortable since i had money, huh?

seonghwa blinked back tears as the doorbell rang through the mansion. he sniffled as he reassured himself,

there's no theodore anymore.

he's not here to belittle you.

it's your world now, whatever you want.

i shouldn't be nervous.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

he looked at his reflection in the mirror again, this time his eyes dark and lidded, my dear detective is the one that should be nervous.

upon hearing the bell ring again, he rushed downstairs. waving goodbye to the maid who was leaving through the backdoor, seonghwa brushed his dress and took a deep breath before opening the door. the sight of your crumpled dress shirt and messy hair made his knees weak.

"please, come in detective." you nodded before walking inside. "should we have a drink before we start?"

you perked up, "a drink? is it a special occasion?"

seonghwa giggled, "yes, we are about to crack the case! it most definitely is a special occasion." you smiled gently as you sat at the couch, "how about we go upstairs?"

That's true that I like PDA, take it to a seedy place

you felt your throat go dry as you swallowed, "up...stairs?" seonghwa leaned down as he toyed with the collar of your shirt, eyes never leaving yours.

"yes, it's more comfortable," you shivered upon feeling his cold fingers brush against your neck, "and i can feel all the tiredness emitting from you. i must say you work diligently, detective."

you could feel seonghwa's hot breath fanning your face, "y-yeah, that's why they call me the best." seonghwa smirked as he pulled away and slowly walked towards the stairs with you following.

Suck a little dick in the bathroom

upon reaching the bedroom, you're surprised when you saw a filled wine glass with another empty one at its side. "ah! please don't mind that detective, i've been drinking recently."

you slowly nod, "right." seonghwa sits at the side of his bed before patting the spot next to him, "let's sit here."

Front-seat chillin' with the window down

you were surprised to say the least. you'd always fantasize about this, but now that it were actuall happening to you, you felt yourself almost shy away at the offer.

wait, no. stay focused, m/n. this is not the time for all those dirty thought.

you nodded before taking a seat next to seonghwa, bed dipping at the weight of both of you.

I be ten toеs down on the dash, gettin' fast food

seonghwa turned to the bedside table where a bottle of wine and an empty glass stood, "let me pour you a drink, detective. it's been so lonely in this mansion since the tragic untimely passing of my dear theodore."

Hope you can handlе the heat,

you hummed as you watched the dark red liquid fall into the glass smoothly.

seonghwa passed you the glass as he stood up to get his own, "so, how is the investigation going?" you shrug, "we all think it's the maid."

seonghwa blinks in surprise, "the maid?"

put your name in the streets

"yeah, i mean she's the only one whose alibi is incomplete and she was acting so weird during the interrogation." you take a large gulp as he sighed.

your brows furrowed at the bitter taste on your tongue, isn't sauternes supposed to be sweet?

Get used to my fans lookin' at you

seonghwa smiles apologetically, "oh detective, i thought you were smarter than that."

"wha-" suddenly your head began to spin as your grip on the glass loosened. "detective?" you look over to seonghwa as your vision blurred, "uh-"

Fuck what they heard,

then, you fell backwards onto the mattress, red wine spilling all over your white blouse. "goodness!"

you groan as you tried to move, however proving to be futile as your limbs stayed dead still on the bed.

I don't fuck with them birds

"what's... what's hap-" your eyes widen as you look towards seonghwa, who you could see is smirking slightly.

"the wine,"

you breathed, "you drugged it." he giggled and turned towards you,

I'm a mean kitty,

"i knew you were clever detective." you eyes darted around his face in confusion, "but how? you had wine too-"

seonghwa smiles upon your realisation, "you... had your drink prepared." you groaned and stared up at the ceiling,

don't get stabbed with the rat tooth

"damn it! how did i miss that?" seonghwa stroked your arm as you shivered,

"it's absolutely alright, detective. not everyone can catch every single detail, not even you." you look into his eyes, expression unchanging.

Boys be mad that I don't fuck incels

"you think i don't know it's you, right?"

seonghwa perked up, "you know?"

Girls hate too, gun to their pigtail

you smirked, "of course i know. only the best detective in the city can figure that out." seonghwa bit his lip as he straddles you,

"you got some wine on you detective." ignoring you, he plucks a tissue from the box on the bedside table, "here, let me get it for you..."

I love you, I wanna big chill

you were surprised when he leaned down and licked a swipe from your collar to your jawline, making you groaned suddenly.

"god, you taste divine..." he went down once again and sucked at your adam's apple, licking and sucking as if it were his last meal.

Boy, don't trip, I'll split a big bill

you bit back moans as you gripped the sheets beneath you. he leaned higher into your ear and whispered,

Take you 'round the world,

"so what if i killed him? even for a smart man such as yourself, you won't be able to get physical evidence anyways."

they don't have to understand

pulling away, seonghwa's grin didn't falter even under your lustful gaze. "you knew theodore's lazy and never bothered to fix the old security cameras, that's why it only captures one-fourth of the full picture."

Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand

seonghwa bit his lip excitedly as your smirk grew, "you used that as an advantage and dressed the maid in your clothes knowing people would mistake her for you as you two are similar in appearances."

seonghwa hummed as he began unbuttoning your blouse slowly, eyes never leaving yours. "you stayed back while she left at 3pm and killed theodore.

Baby, can you call me back?

afterwards, you left through the back and the person that came back at 4pm was indeed you. you purposely left out bits in her alibi so we'd blame her and forget about how you could've been a suspect too."

seonghwa clapped as you finished your speech, "100%, brilliant!" he clasped his hands together as he stares lovingly, "oh detective, do you even know why i killed theodore?"

I miss you

you shrugged, "probably cause he's a bad husband and doesn't give you love?" he hummed, "partly, but not exactly."

as he finishes unbuttoning the last button of your blouse, you shivered at the cold air hitting your chest as he admired your abdomen. it looks exactly like how i had imagined it.

It's so lonely in my mansion

"i did it because of you."

you blinked in surprise, "...me?"

seonghwa brushed a few strands of loose hair back, "yes, you! because i love you. ever since that day we met, i've never been able to stop thinking abut you."

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

seonghwa smiled apologetically, "i missed you so dearly that i found out it was the only way to see you again. plus i'd have gotten rid of the obstacle that separated us."

you tilt your head slightly, "but how are you sure i feel the same way?"

Whether they like or not (Not)

seonghwa chuckled, "i can tell since the drug had worn off a few minutes ago, yet you didn't move." your eyes widen as he teased,

I wanna show you off (Off)

"i wonder why?" you gulp as you feel seonghwa place his hands on top of yours before guiding them to his hips.

seonghwa slowly grinds into you as you let out a shaky breath. "what do you think your doing?" he bites his lip upon feeling your erection pressing against his own.

I wanna show you off (Off)

"i'm doing what we've both wanted for so, so long." he leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, one that is slow and sensual; what the both had longed for.

I wanna show you

you prodded yourself up with your elbows as your blouse slid off your shoulders, seonghwa felt heat rise to his cheeks when your grip on his hips tightened possessively. he pulled away breathing heavily,

"oh love, you have no idea how much i needed that."

Hold my hand

you stare into his eyes, taking everything in and not even blinking once. seonghwa squirms in his position on your lap as you let your hands slid up his dress, lifting the fabric higher.

you broke eye contact to look him up and down, breath getting heavier by the second. you saw in the corner of your eyes when seonghwa swallowed dryly.

you cooed and softly rubbed his thighs, "what's wrong, sweets?"

seonghwa avoided your worried gaze as he looks down at his hands, "i know the dress doesn't fit me like it used to..."

he tried sucking his stomach in, but the rolls only became more prominent, seonghwa bit his lip in embarrassment.

You can hit while they watch, boy

seonghwa had forgotten about himself as he was so focused on you, that's one of the reasons he liked you so much. you made him forget all about his flaws and imperfections.

your eyes widen at this newfound behaviour in seonghwa. never in your life had you imagined seonghwa to be so, so... insecure. in your eyes, he was this confident man with a rich husband and everything he ever wanted. however, it made you fall deeper in love with him. you adored that he was willing to show this new side to you.

you cupped his cheeks and tilted his head upwards to look at you, "hey... i think you look absolutely stunning today,"

Ah, sorry, I was takin' a sip of my root beer

you whispered before pressing your foreheads together as you sighed deeply, "you have no idea how badly i wanted to see you in that dress again..."

"really...?" seonghwa said, in uncertainty from his tone.

'Cause love is pain,

you didn't reply, only pulling him impossibly closer to you as you captured his lips again. seonghwa whined in response,

softly yanking at the hairs on your nape as your other hand went higher and higher into his dress.

but I need this shit (Yeah)

you could tell he was getting flustered from how hot his skin was getting. you let your tongues wander and fuse as you felt a string wrap around his hip, you smirked into the kiss and pulled away suddenly, leaving seonghwa panting and wanting for more.

We fuck too good when the bean kicks in

"wearing a thong? gosh, ms. park. and here i thought you were a woman of great dignity." seonghwa moaned quietly as you snapped the string of the thong, hitting against his skin.

Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (Yeah)

seonghwa grinds further, "how can i keep my legs closed when the man of my dreams is right here? of course i need to impress."

you felt your breath caught in your throat when seonghwa lifted his dress, revealing the white lacy thong that covered right over the mound of his erection,

Don't give a fuck where the penis been (Uh)

a wet splotch in the middle as his cock twitched. seonghwa watched as your eyes became more lidded, trailing up his body as if he were your feast.

you bit your lip upon seeing the small pudge of fat that spilled over the thong, "wow," you muttered breathlessly.

Boy, you're the one,

your mind went blank as you dipped your head down and nuzzled against the warm fat, squishing the meat at his hips.

seonghwa shrieks in horror as he tangled his fingers in your hair, a futile attempt to pull a man twice his size off of him.

you're the only man

"s-stop! get off me," seonghwa cried as his face flushed red, never had theodore done such things to him. it made butterflies flutter in the pit of his stomach.

Me and you on my OnlyFans

you pressed a few wet kisses against the plush flesh of his belly as seonghwa softly laid onto the bed. you pulled away and grinned at the man below you,

Holy cow,

"so pretty..." you kissed his inner thigh as seonghwa whined.

you're the Holy Trin'

"i want you now... please," seonghwa laid his arms next to his head, silently begging you to take his clothes off.

Hold me down when a hole need dick

you smirked, "yes, your highness."

seonghwa inhaled sharply as your slender fingers softly slid against his skin, moving upwards painfully slow as the fabric followed.

Be my security, it's your therapy

seonghwa whined, "come on, hurry!"

you only halted your movements and cooed at the male, "i don't want this pretty dress to tear, though." you teased. seonghwa thrashed in your hold as tears formed in the corners of his eyes,

With you, I ain't holding shit back

"please! we can get a new one-" you cut him off with a wet kiss as he tangled his hands in your hair once again. you groan into the kiss when his fingers yank at your scalp a little.

When I need my space, you give that

"but you said it's a custom made, remember?" you whispered against his lips. the littlest details you remembered about seonghwa made his stomach churn, unlike that damned theodore.

When he broke my heart, you fixed that

seonghwa stares at the string of saliva connected at yours and his bottom lip before looking back up at you, blushing as he realised you'd been staring at him the entire time.

With a long walk on the beach

"you still remembered?" he whispered softly.

you smirk as you brush his hair back, leaving butterfly kisses on the shell of his earlobes, making him shiver. "of course i remember,"

you gently knead his waist, "how can i forget?"

Love it when they honk-honk on the street (Beep)

you let your lips hover against his, but made no move to connect them together. you could hear seonghwa's uneven breath, making you chuckle softly.

"i remember everything," you kiss up his neck, "and i mean everything, about you."

When they see us zoom by in the Jeep (Yeah)

seonghwa whines before pulling your neck towards him suddenly. he pouts, "if you don't take off this damn dress now, i won't let you fuck me." you smirk and card your fingers through his slick-back hair,

We a whole damn joint, we a energy

"don't be so impatient, princess." seonghwa glares warningly as you chuckle softly, "alright, alright. i hope you're ready for what's next."

seonghwa couldn't even process anything as the dress was slipped off his body in one fast move, he shivered as the cold air hit his body.

Baby, we could just ride on our enemies

pushing him back onto the bed, you let your finger hover over his hole as seonghwa's cock twitched in his thong, calling for you. you leaned into his ear, "are you ready?"

They all wanna know how you get to me

seonghwa whined and pouted, "can't you just put it in now? i can't wait any longer for you, my love..." you couldn't resist his glossy puppy eyes and gave in, sighing.

however, seonghwa regretted his decision immediately upon seeing your huge cock spring out of your pants, hard with precum leaking at the tip. he shivered, "uh- i think i want to prepare first..."

Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines

you hold his chin with your thumb and index finger and tilt his head up, "backing down now? hm, i don't think so." letting go of your chin, you lined yourself up before gripping his hips roughly.

"ah- no! it-it'll rip...!" tears formed at the corner of seonghwa's eyes as you pushed in quickly, stretching him out in one go. seonghwa moaned whorishly when your tip hit his prostate with the first thrust, proving how big you really are.

'Cause this type of love's the epitome, said

seonghwa gripped the sheets beneath him as he arched his back, "ah! oh-oh my god... it- nghh- it's too much, m/n..."

Baby, you're literally capping to me right now

there was an animalistic glint in your eyes upon hearing your name roll out of his mouth, "say it again," you said simply.

"h-huh?" it was hard for seonghwa to focus on your words when your huge cock was damn near to poking through his stomach, the full feeling in his stomach made him dizzy.

Like why are you capping me?

"say my name again." you growled into his ear, seonghwa felt himself physically and mentally melt. you groaned lowly upon the warm feeling of seonghwa clenching onto you.

"m-m/n, fuck me!" he cried.

You just cap so hard, it's— I don't know what to do

you moaned when you heard your name again. your grip on his hips was so hard, seonghwa swore it'd bruise. suddenly, you pulled out and thrust back in quickly.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

seonghwa screamed as he yanked at your hair, making you groan. his toes curled and thighs trembled, "oh! ngh, yeah- right there!"

Whether they like or not (Not)

seonghwa shivered when you buried your face into his neck, hot breath tickling his neck.

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa loved this. he smirked at the knowledge that none of his friends that fantasised about you would ever have you like he did, they would pay millions and even consider leaving their own husbands to be beneath you.

I wanna show you off (Off)

but here seonghwa was, making love to the very same man most of his female friends hoped to have. the thought alone made him feel all giddy, how you chose him over any of those women.

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

seonghwa was suddenly brought back to reality when you sucked at him neck, making him squirm. "mm,,, n-not there, ah!" seonghwa felt you smirk into his neck as he continued his harsh thrusts.

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

tears rolled down seonghwa's cheek as he came untouched with you following soon after. you panted heavily as you looked down to admire your artwork, "i wish i could frame this exact moment, love."

seonghwa smirked, "that's not possible, but i hope you engrave this into your mind." you stroke his cheek, "you know i will."

I wanna show you off (Off)

you pulled out and watched your hot cum drip from his hole and onto the sheets, dampening it. you bit your lip as your cock became hard again just at the thought of breeding your beloved.

seonghwa gasped as you rubbed your erection against his entrance again, "w-what! again?" you nodded shamelessly and only nuzzled into his stomach, "but we just did it-"

seonghwa was cut off when you pushed yourself in again. he whimpered, still not getting used to your size. this time, seonghwa clung onto your back as you thrusted upwards. even though your thrusts were slow, each thrust hit against his prostate, making seonghwa's eyes roll back.

I wanna show you off (Off)

he cried as you sucked more hickies on his neck, his nails leaving angry red lines down your back as you only shivered. "ah... i'm gonna fill you up,"

seonghwa's eyes widen as he stares into your lust-filled ones, "i'm gonna make you carry my babies..." seonghwa moaned at the thought, overstimulated cock leaking obscene amounts of precum.

"that way, you'll be mine forever." seonghwa's vision began blurring as he muttered your name over and over, not even comprehending his or your words.

I wanna show you (Off)

"forever, forever, forever..." you mumbled again and again with each harsh thrust you sent. seonghwa whimpered as he closed his eyes, sounds of skin clapping and bed creaking filled the room.

anyone who passed by the room would know what was going on inside instantly, that's how loud and unholy the sounds were. but it turned seonghwa on to no end.

you smirked, "pretty baby..."

Yeah, yeah

leaning down, you suckle on seonghwa's nipple suddenly, making his body jolt. "h-hey! ah- not there, d- ngh! don't..." seonghwa's back arched as you bit down onto his chest, the pleasure of your thrusts and the pain of your teeth clashing together.

I wanna show you off (Off)

pulling away, you smile at your teeth mark you left around his nipple. you tutted, "i can't leave the other one unattended, right?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa gulped as you attached yourself to his other nipple, pulling it with your teeth. seonghwa cried and whimpered as he sunk his head back onto the soft pillow below his head, hands gripping your arms as he twitched and trembled.

I wanna show you (Yeah)

seonghwa felt your cock twitch and thrusts grow sloppy as you slowly reached your orgasm, him following.

a few more thrusts was all it took before you released your second load into seonghwa. he responded by moaning and arching his back, mesmerised by the warm feeling invading his stomach as he came in long, white ropes.

Yeah, yeah

you thrust a few more times as you came down from your high before pulling out. seonghwa whimpered at the sudden empty feeling, feeling your cum slowly flow out of his hole.

I wanna show you off (Off)

you collapse next to seonghwa, wrapping him in the thick blanket before spooning the male. "do you wanna clean up?" you ask.

seonghwa shook his head and nuzzled into your neck, "stay for the night, please." you grinned and kissed the top of his head, "what kind of person would i be if i left?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

you two laid in silence for a few minutes before you spoke up, "marry me." seonghwa's eyes widen as he sat up immediately, hair a mess as his cheeks flush red.

"a-are you serious?" you chuckled and cupped his cheeks, "yes, i am." seonghwa bit his lip worriedly, "b-but what about theodore, what do i do? what do you do? what-"

I wanna show you

you cut off his rambling by kissing him lovingly. the kiss filled with nothing but pure love and yearning for the other, "i'll take care of it, so don't worry your pretty little head about it."

you intertwine your hands with seonghwa's when he sniffled, pressing your foreheads together.

Hold my hand

"i love you, park seonghwa." he nodded as his bottom lip trembled,

"or should i say, l/n seonghwa?"

You can hit while they watch, boy

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❤️--Heart.m4a (𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪)

Word count: 8.4k+ Rating: !Mature (it's 18+ so please MDNI) Pairings: Wooyoung x f!character a/n: Part 2 of Heart.m4a. I finally posted this after many “inchidents” that lead to writers block. I’m also kind of nervous about posting this You can also find it here and tags are present there

Synopsis: How does one try to undo the situation they got themselves into? By "beating them"

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"Are you sure this is the right place?" "According to the directions Yeosang gave me, yeah. Unlike you, I can read directions." "Haha, very fun—"

San bumped into Wooyoung , who had suddenly stopped. Irritated, San was about to ask what the deal was, until he followed Wooyoung ’s gaze. There, on the horizon, stood Yeosang’s villa—a sprawling estate that looked straight out of a movie or one of those glossy travel magazines people flip through at the grocery store. Breathtaking wasn’t even the word for it.

San and Wooyoung had met Yeosang in college. While San shared most of his classes with Yeosang, it was Wooyoung who ended up growing closer to him. Yeosang had never talked much about his background, at least not until that one night when the three of them were drinking together and it slipped out. Yeosang’s family wasn’t just rich—they were old money rich. The kind of wealth that stretched back generations. Apparently, Yeosang’s dad had been pissed when he didn’t choose an Ivy League school, but Yeosang had wanted something different—a more "normal" university experience. To avoid any assumptions, he decided to keep his family background a secret.

It was Yeosang’s idea for them to spend part of the summer at his father’s villa. He explained that the place was barely used, with only a maid coming by once a week to maintain it in case his dad ever decided to escape the city life—which, according to Yeosang, had only happened a handful of times. San and Wooyoung had agreed to the plan, but it wasn’t meant to last all summer. They would hang out there for a bit, then head back to spend time with their families before returning to college life.

The villa was nestled in a cul-de-sac surrounded by smaller houses, but Yeosang’s father’s estate was easily the largest of the bunch. It looked as if he were the king of the cul-de-sac. The two-story property had a private garage, five bedrooms, and seven bathrooms—though only two were available. One room had been turned into the maid’s quarters, another was Yeosang’s father’s bedroom, and a third had become a glorified storage space due to ongoing renovations. The remaining two rooms were Yeosang’s and the guest room, which conveniently had two beds—clearly, the maid had known there would be guests.

The maid had left the door unlocked, knowing Yeosang would be staying, but when San and Wooyoung arrived, they were the ones marveling at the villa’s opulence. The open-concept design flowed seamlessly from one large lounging area to another, and the kitchen was spacious and fully functional, with wide windows offering views of the beach.

Wooyoung was eager to explore, but something caught his eye through the window. There she was— her.

➽───𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔪────❥

San was talking to Wooyoung about their summer plans but Wooyoung wasn't listening. His gaze was focused on the person outside-- her. She stood at the beach, fidgeting with the back zipper of her wetsuit, her sun kissed skin slowly getting exposed. Her hair was damp from the salt water so it would get stuck on her neck, Wooyoung also noticed a surfboard planted next to hers and she was greeting an older man also with a surf board in hand. She suddenly turns to the side where Wooyoung was, as if she sensed that someone was looking at her, her expression went from nonchalant to confused-- it was like she wasn't expecting anyone to be watching, not from what it should have been an empty villa.

"Are you listening to me man?" San asked since he noticed that Wooyoung wasn't listening. "Ah--?" It was the only reply Wooyoung could offer, San was a bit annoyed when he nudged over to see what was Wooyoung even looking at when San noticed that the view was empty "What were you even looking at?" San asked but Wooyoung couldn't answer, she probably left.

Yeosang showed up later with car keys and some paperwork, clearly still a little annoyed after another lecture from his dad about “spending the summer wisely.” He suggested heading to the marketplace for food since the villa's kitchen was up and running, something that excited Wooyoung , who had been eager to cook.

Just as they started talking, a figure passed by their open living space.

"Kang Yeosang? Is that you?" A woman’s voice rang out, surprising Wooyoung and San. Yeosang turned, momentarily confused, before recognition hit him.

"It is you! I remember when you were this tall!" she said, gesturing the height of a child. Yeosang, unfazed, walked over and playfully karate-chopped her on the head. "Yeah, and you were just as small. I also remember you crying when the ice cream man didn’t stop here," Yeosang shot back.

Wooyoung glanced at San, both equally baffled by the sudden appearance and playful banter. Who is this? they both wondered silently.

"Why do you sound like that?" Yeosang asked, still annoyed but amused. "Let me live my Malèna fantasy!" she shot back, grinning widely. Yeosang just shook his head and turned to Wooyoung and San. "She’s a childhood friend," he explained, "and no, she’s not married." He turned back to her, rolling his eyes. "And you can’t live your Malèna fantasy because you’re not old enough!"

She laughed, clearly enjoying getting under his skin.

She then introduced herself to Wooyoung and San, explaining that she was studying for an MBA and "lived" next door—though technically, her dad got them stuck in a timeshare deal. "That’s how I met Yeosang and his family. Been neighbors ever since."

Before heading back to her villa, she tossed them an easy invitation. "If you ever want to hang out, just knock."

As she left, Wooyoung just stared at her figure slowly getting farther away from him and now that there's a possible link, he wanted to know more about her, sure it wasn't like love at first sight but his curiosity peaked.

➽───𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔲𝔰────❥

At first, Wooyoung couldn’t sleep. The room he shared with San was stifling, and the heat was unbearable. He slipped out quietly, hoping to catch the cool morning breeze. As he wandered toward the beach, he saw her again—just like the first time. She was talking with the older man who he now know is her surf instructor. Not wanting to seem like a creep, he ducked behind a thick palm tree, hoping she wouldn’t catch him watching, especially after her open invitation to hang out.

The second time, he finally worked up the courage to approach. This time, she wasn’t surfing; she was sitting on a large towel, her surfboard beside her, gazing out at the ocean.

“Are you just going to stand there, or do you want to sit down?” she called out without even turning around. Caught off guard, Wooyoung kicked off his running shoes, and walked through the cold sand towards her. He noticed she wasn't wearing her wet suit, she was wearing a black two-piece swimsuit, a large cardigan draped over her shoulders.

“Good morning,” he said, unsure how to begin now that he was next to her. She finally turned her head to look at him, smiling slightly. “Do you always run in the mornings, or is this new?”

“Sort of,” Wooyoung replied, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m used to waking up early because of college. Trying to stick with the routine.”

“Ah,” she nodded, leaning back on her arms, letting the breeze sweep through her hair. “You and Yeosang go to college together, right? I remember hearing his dad was furious because he wanted Yeosang to go Ivy League. What do you do in college?”

And that’s how it began—a series of quiet rendezvous in the early morning hours, where they would sit together watching the sunrise, talking about everything from school to life’s random details. Some mornings, they sat in comfortable silence, other times they shared stories about their college lives and ambitions. When they didn’t meet at the beach, their conversations continued by the pool that the cul-de-sac shared. She would lounge on a chair, wrapped in her cardigan, while Wooyoung floated lazily in the water nearby, drawn to her warmth and the easy flow of their chats.

Their growing closeness didn’t go unnoticed by San, who had begun to watch from a distance, curiosity and perhaps something deeper pulling him toward her as well.

๋࣭ 𖤐 ‧₊💿˚ ⋅

“I’m going to tell you something—consider it a 'Lore Dump.'” She chuckled, leaning back on her hands as the first hints of sunlight painted the horizon. It was another one of those early morning chats, where Wooyoung sneaked out to the beach to meet her. She didn’t have her surfboard with her today, just hanging around, watching the waves like her instructor had told her.

“Lore Dump?” Wooyoung echoed, grinning at the odd phrasing. “Okay, now you’ve got me curious.”

She flashed him a teasing smile, looking out at the water. “Yeah when... I was in high school, I had this massive crush on a guy—a surfer. I spent half my time daydreaming about standing next to him, either as a friendly rival or maybe, someday, as more. I even begged my dad for a surfboard after graduation, thinking if I got good enough, he might notice me. So, every weekend, I’d come down to the beach, watching surfers wax their boards, getting ready... but, before I knew it, high school was over, and I never had my chance.”

“That’s rough,” Wooyoung replied, more invested than he expected to be. He’d heard enough romantic flops in his life to sympathize. “Did you ever find out what happened to him?”

She shook her head. "Nope. Life moved on and when I finally got my hands on a board, it wasn't that I lost interest but it wasn't my priority at the time”

As she spoke, Wooyoung couldn’t help but feel a flutter of flattery at her trust, but a nagging doubt crept in. Why was she sharing this with him? Was he just a sounding board for her past crush? He bit his lip, shifting slightly as he tried to keep his tone light. “Still, at least you got something out of it. You seem like you’re pretty into surfing now.”

“Well—” she shrugged, glancing at him sideways. “I feel like I came too far to just drop it. Now I just want to get better at the basics, hence why I'm trying to make my money worth on that overpriced board,” she added, laughing at her own joke. “Also, it's the reason I try to come here as much as I can. According to some magazine, this is one of the best surfing spots.”

Wooyoung felt a mix of relief and uncertainty as she continued. Her honesty was refreshing, but it made him question their connection. Was she telling him all this because she was interested in someone else? “You’re telling me about all this backstory and this guy that you liked. You moved on, it seems, but why are you sharing this? Is it because... you’re seeing someone by any chance or— and you want to tell me about it?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Oh no, I’m very single. Not looking for anything serious... more like swiping through a dating app when I’m bored.” His heart raced at her words, and before he could think better of it, she added, “Why are you asking? By any chance, did you want to ask me out?” Her tone was cheeky, as if she had caught him, and she looked at him like he was caught off guard by what she said. “Oh no, well—” he stammered, but she pressed on, “Because I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

That threw him off. His pulse quickened, a mix of excitement and confusion swirling inside him. “Wait, really?

“Yeah, really,” she smiled at Wooyoung . “Why not? I like you and I like hanging out with you”

Afterward, the day passed by in a blur. Wooyoung couldn’t stop replaying what she told him—it was basically a green light, an invitation to ask her out. But now, everything felt tainted. Twisted by that damn audio clip. Her laughter, her smile—every sweet memory they had shared was suddenly warped, overlaid with the sounds of her and San together. Wooyoung 's mind wouldn’t stop. How did San end up with her? What did it mean? Was it something she planned? Or was it really just an accident, like San said?

"One thing led to another."

➽─𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬─𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔞─❥

It was 2 a.m. when Wooyoung woke up, drenched in cold sweat. The room was dark, the faint glow of a streetlight spilling through the window. He blinked, trying to ground himself. Beside him, in his usual spot, San slept soundly—just like in their dorm back at university. For a split second, Wooyoung wanted to smother him with a pillow, end the confusion and anger in one irrational moment. But he knew San wasn’t the root of the problem—just a participant in this twisted game Wooyoung had allowed to happen.

If only he hadn't given San feedback from the first audio clip. If only he had stopped him from sending it in the first place. This whole situation wouldn’t have twisted into this mess. If only he’d set boundaries; it only added to his confusion.

Moving quietly, Wooyoung slipped out of the room, careful not to wake San. The villa was still, the aftermath of that night’s gathering strewn around him—empty pizza boxes, scattered beer bottles. They’d all had fun without him—San, Yeosang, and her. The thought made his chest tighten. He wasn’t just upset that San had disregarded his feelings; it was the casual way he moved on, as if Wooyoung ’s world hadn’t been shaken to its core.

He stepped outside for fresh air, the cool night breeze hitting his face as he stood in the stillness of the cul-de-sac. Most people in the area were asleep, except for some teenagers hanging out down the street, but Wooyoung didn’t want to pour his heart out to them. Leaning against the railing, he stared at the horizon, wondering how he could fix a situation that felt irreparably broken—more importantly, how he could "win" against San.

To his right, a faint light glowed inside her villa. She was still awake—strange; normally, she’d be asleep, resting before an early morning surfing session. Was she up because of what she did with San? The thought gnawed at him. For a moment, he considered heading back inside to weather his thoughts alone, but her voice echoed in his mind: “You can always knock if you want to hang out.” It had been a lighthearted offer, but now it felt like an irresistible invitation.

Before he realized it, his feet carried him to her sliding door, his hand raised to knock. She couldn’t see him; the blinds shielded her from view, but he peered through a small gap. There she was, lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone. She didn’t seem to have company—just sleepless. But what if she didn’t want to see him? His mind flashed back to the audio—the sounds, the jealousy, the unanswered questions. But then he remembered the warmth of her smile from days before, cutting through the storm in his head. That’s who she was to him before all this. That’s who she still could be.

Finally, he knocked.

➽────𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖊────❥

There was a brief pause before she peeked through the blinds, her expression curious but not startled. When she realized it was Wooyoung standing outside, her face lit up with a smile—one that looked like she had just received a pleasant surprise. “Ah! Wooyoung , this is unusual. What are you doing out here?” she asked, her tone genuine. As her eyes scanned him, she noticed the way he fidgeted with his hands, as if he had come this far but wasn’t sure what to do next. She slid the door open wider. “Do you... want to come in?”

Wooyoung nodded, stepping inside as she added with a playful tone, “Come on in. A woman’s bedroom isn’t some mythical place.”

He stood still, taking in the surroundings, realizing something was off. This isn't her room. She was sleeping in her parents' bedroom—the décor gave it away. The muted colors, the large bed that seemed to fit two people, maybe even a child—it felt like an older couple’s space, not hers. She returned with two beers in hand. “Want a beer?” she offered, but Wooyoung shook his head.

“Oh right, you weren’t feeling well today,” she said, placing the beers on the nightstand.

“What? Oh—uh, yeah, I guess,” Wooyoung stammered, caught off guard by her assumption. Sick? He wondered where that came from—then it clicked. Must’ve been something San said earlier. “San told me you weren’t feeling well,” she explained, sitting on the edge of the bed. “And Yeosang thought you might’ve gotten food poisoning from whatever you guys ate in town.” She spoke casually, but Wooyoung could hear the underlying excuse—what San must’ve told her to explain why she hadn’t seen him all day. She doesn’t know about the fight, he realized, the tension creeping back in.

“So... what brings you here?” she asked, her tone teasing again. “I mean- I don’t mind either way. I can’t sleep, and I’d rather it be you than someone else.”

Someone else? The question lingered in his mind, along with the flicker of jealousy. Was she talking about San? Another guy? He didn’t want to follow those thoughts. “I couldn’t sleep either,” Wooyoung said, shifting his weight awkwardly. “Slept too long earlier, so now I’m wide awake. But... I was wondering if I could—” He paused, stumbling over the words. Can I sleep with you? No, that sounded wrong, like a kid asking to sleep in their parents’ bed after a nightmare. Or worse, like he was asking to have sex with her, which definitely wasn’t what he meant.

“Can I stay here for the night?” he finally asked, relieved to find the right words. She nodded, her kindness on full display once again. “Yeah, sure. Get comfortable. There's a shower on the right, and you can check the drawers if you need something to wear.” She pointed to the large dresser, clearly belonging to her parents. The thought of wearing her father’s underwear felt weird, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

He ended up accepting the offer of a shower, hoping it might help him feel more grounded. Although his body relaxed, his mind was still running circles with the events of earlier in the day. After drying off quickly, he slipped into the clothes she had helped him find in the drawers. They weren’t ideal, but this was better than not doing anything, being alone in the dark inside Yeosang's villa. When he returned to the bedroom, he noticed she had settled into bed, casually scrolling through her phone. It struck him as odd—normally, when he saw her, she was either reading a book or writing in her downtime. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with being on her phone, but to Wooyoung , it felt like she was trying to distract herself, something a book or pen couldn’t quite do tonight.

"Anything interesting?" Wooyoung asked, his voice soft but curious.

She jumped slightly, startled by his presence, before quickly placing her phone down on the bedside table. "Oh, nothing really," she shrugged, sitting up straighter against the bed frame. "Just catching up on some family drama. I haven’t been on social media in a while."

She patted the empty side of the bed, inviting him to sit beside her. He hesitated for only a moment before joining her, the bed dipping slightly under his weight.

"I asked Yeosang earlier what you guys were up to in town. I don’t get to go as often as I’d like, with the bus being so slow out here. Spending money on Ubers feels like a waste," she said with a small, almost apologetic smile. "We went to check out some stuff at the marketplace, as well as restaurants that are only open in the day—you would have liked it. There were a lot of seafood joints," Wooyoung explained, leaning back, feeling the comfort of being in her presence.

She tilted her head, curiosity flickering across her face. "Seafood? Do you think that’s what made you sick? San said you were feeling pretty rough." He confirmed, trying his best to stick to the story San had told her about why Wooyoung wasn’t with him and Yeosang. "Maybe, it could have been something else." he replied. Wooyoung really wanted to steer things in a different direction in this conversation, away from the unwelcome reminders of San it's already hard enough that she's calling his name but every time she mentions San, Wooyoung starts to think of the mess they created and how she unfortunately got involved and the excuse he had to pull for everything to run normal.

"Hey," Wooyoung said, a hint of a smile creeping into his face. "I just noticed—did you… do something different to your hair? It looks really nice."

She paused, surprised, before her smile returned, brighter than before. “This? Yeah, I just wanted to try something new. I thought I’d finally do something different with it,” she replied, running her fingers through her soft strands, showcasing it to Wooyoung . “Definitely worked,” Wooyoung said, genuinely impressed. “It suits you. Makes you look… I don’t know, lighter, in a good way.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, her lips quirking up. “Lighter? What’s that supposed to mean?” she teased.

He chuckled, shaking his head as if searching for the right words. “I mean… you always look great, but now, there’s something else. Like, you’re more… I don’t know, you seem more confident, like you’re owning it. It’s really nice to see.” Her heart fluttered at his words, warmth blooming in her chest. She felt the sincerity in his voice, and for a moment, she was caught off guard. He was looking at her differently, not just as a friend or someone to joke around with—but really seeing her. It made her stomach flip, and she found herself holding his gaze longer than usual.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice softer now.

Wooyoung 's eyes lingered on hers, the moment stretching out between them. He tilted his head slightly, his voice lowering. “You know… I’ve always noticed things like that about you. I just never really said it out loud.” She blinked, caught off guard again. “What do you mean?” He shrugged, his expression a bit more serious now. “I guess I’ve just never wanted to make it weird, but you’ve always had this way about you. Like the way you laugh, or the way you look when you’re focused on something. I don’t know why I never said anything before.”

➽────𝔩𝔲𝔵𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔞────❥

The air in the room shifted subtly. His words weren’t just about her hair anymore. They were about her, about the way he saw her—not just as a friend but as someone more. Her pulse quickened, and she felt warmth creeping up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. She realized then that they were alone, sitting there together in the quiet room, his eyes locked on hers in a way that made her heart race.

Her fingers froze mid-stroke through her hair as the realization sank in. The casual space that once existed between them seemed to have vanished. She tried to look away, suddenly flustered, her hands rising instinctively to cover her face, an involuntary gesture to hide the embarrassment burning in her cheeks. What’s happening to me? she thought, her mind racing as unfamiliar emotions swirled inside her. This wasn’t like her at all—normally, she could joke back easily, throw playful remarks without a second thought. But now, every teasing comment from him felt charged, heavier with meaning. And for the first time in a long while, she didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, don't hide” Wooyoung teased, his voice soft but laced with amusement. He leaned in a little closer, trying to get a better look at her, but she turned her face further away. Intrigued, Wooyoung decided to push himself a little further He shifted slightly, gently climbing over her, positioning himself just above her, his hands braced on either side of her. “Come on,” he grinned, his voice lowering into something softer, more intimate. “Let me see you.”

Her breath hitched as he carefully pulled her hands away from her face. When he finally got a full view of her, he froze. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, her breath coming in soft, uneven waves. In the dim light, her wide, startled eyes caught his, and all that usual confidence she exuded was completely gone. Vulnerability shone through, a side of her he’d never seen before. His heartbeat quickened as he realized just how close they were. He could feel the warmth of her skin under his fingertips, her pulse racing beneath the surface.

Was this the way she looked at San? The thought gnawed at him, vivid and relentless, just like earlier when the audio clip had first burrowed into his mind. He couldn’t shake it. His imagination ran wild, replaying the sounds, the moments he hadn’t seen but could now vividly picture. What was her expression like? What did they do together? Was it the same as now, or was this different?

"Damn it--" Wooyoung needed to shake off those thoughts. They were stupid. They made him want to pull out, apologize to her and leave. Then she squeezed his hand, a quiet sign to let him know that it's ok. He starts to realize that maybe this moment was his-- and his alone. He needed to believe it. He wanted to make a move but hesitates for a brief moment, eyes flicking between her lips and her gaze, searching for any sign of doubt. There was none. She looked nervous, yes, but there was no hesitation nor resistance. It was all the confirmation he needed. Slowly Wooyoung moved closer, his breath mingling with her as their lips grazed and finally closing the distance in a soft, tentative kiss.

For a split second, time seemed to pause, the world around them fading into nothing but the feeling of her beneath him, the warmth of her lips against his. When he pulled back, he could sense that she was calming down, her breaths evening out. But for Wooyoung , that first kiss wasn’t enough—he went back for a second kiss, deeper this time. His hands moved from gently holding her hands to cupping her cheeks, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, climbing up to get them tangled around his hair, pulling him closer, as if she was just as eager to bridge the gap between them.

When they pulled back again, silence settled between them. No words, just the soft, mingling sounds of their breaths filling the space. Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on hers—she looked so different beneath him, vulnerable yet captivating in a way that made his chest tighten. Her fingers brushed a strand of hair away from his face, giving her a better look at him. She smiled softly, a look of quiet satisfaction, like she had finally gotten something she had been longing for.

Her hands wandered to his lips, and he kissed them gently before moving them aside, guiding her arms around his shoulders. Their lips met again, softly at first, but it quickly deepened, a kiss filled with need and tenderness. As his lips traveled from her mouth to the curve of her neck, the need for more surged in him. Without hesitation, he reached for the hem of her shirt, slipping it over her head in one smooth motion, revealing the soft skin of her chest. She shivered slightly as the cool air kissed her bare skin, her breath catching in her throat. His lips followed the path down her neck, leaving a trail of heat as he kissed lower, over her collarbone and further still. She let out a soft whimper as his mouth neared her breasts, her body arching instinctively into him.

Wooyoung paused for just a moment, his breath warm against her skin before his lips pressed against her breast, his tongue grazing the sensitive peak. Her soft gasp in response urged him on, and he felt a surge of satisfaction knowing he was the one drawing those sounds from her. His hand came up to cup her other breast, his thumb circling over the hardened nipple as his lips continued to tease her. Every brush of his lips, every flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure through her, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning louder.

He began to realize that the sounds that were out of her were different from the ones in the audio file. The sounds felt more genuine, like she's feeling pleasure, genuine pleasure from his actions. All of those thoughts of doubt and jealousy were fading away- because he realized that this moment was theirs- no one else will experience it

"Wooyoung ..." she whispered his name, and he paused to look up at her. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him intently as he leaned closer. Their lips met again, the kiss no longer soft or tentative but urgent, driven by the raw need they both felt. Their tongues brushed against each other, exploring, tasting, as the kiss deepened with every passing second. When she pulled back, a thin trail of saliva connected them—a testament to the intensity between them. She didn’t stop there. Her lips continued their journey, leaving a trail of kisses from his cheek to his jaw, down to his defined neck. A soft moan escaped him as her mouth found his Adam’s apple.

And then came her question, spoken so softly it almost disappeared between them. "Do you want me?" she whispered against his skin, the vulnerability in her voice stark against the intensity of the moment. Her words hung in the air, not just a question of lust, but of something deeper.

Wooyoung froze for a heartbeat, the weight of the moment sinking in. They were treading on the edge of something that had been building for so long—hidden beneath friendship and the fear of losing it all. He had always wanted her—more than he ever admitted, even to himself. And now, there was no turning back; the line had been crossed, leaving nothing but raw desire between them. Without a word, he grabbed her hand, guiding it down, letting her feel the answer for herself. The instant her hand made contact with his bulge, Wooyoung flinched, a sharp breath escaping him. His eyes darkened with unrestrained need. "I’ve been wanting you so bad," he murmured, his voice low and strained. "It’s been driving me crazy."

Her hand stilled for a moment, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric of his pants. Driving him crazy, huh... she thought, feeling a surge of flattery at his words. Then, she began to move again, her hand sliding over his bulge, stroking him through his pants in slow, deliberate motions. Up and down, almost like she was pumping him, she could feel how hard he was beneath her palm. A sharp moan escaped Wooyoung , the friction of the fabric adding a raw sensitivity to her touch. Her pulse quickened, the realization of how much she was affecting him turning her on even more. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to suppress the growing heat between her legs, but it was impossible to ignore the growing need she felt both physically and mentally.

And then, as if unable to hold back any longer, his hand slipped inside her shorts, fingers brushing against the heat between her legs. She gasped, the sudden contact sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Even through the thin layer of her underwear, his touch was electrifying, teasing her with just enough pressure to make her ache for more. Their moans mingled together, the world outside fading away until it felt like it was just the two of them, lost in the intensity of the moment.

"You're already so wet for me," Wooyoung whispered, his voice low and thick with desire. "Is this all from kissing, or have you been wanting me like this all along?"

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, and she stopped touching him, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her body. His hand moved with purpose now, slipping past the waistband of her underwear, and her breath caught in her throat. His fingers explored her slick folds, and she could feel how deliberate his touch had become, now that he knew how much she wanted him.

"I can feel how much you want this," he whispered against her neck, his lips brushing her skin, sending another wave of heat straight to her core. "You're so turned on… all from just my touch." Her hips bucked against his hand instinctively, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the sensations overwhelmed her. The pleasure was almost unbearable, building with every brush of his fingers. He groaned low in his throat, feeling her body respond so eagerly to him.

"Tell me," he urged, his voice a low growl now. "Tell me how bad you need me."

"Wai--" A moan escaped from her lips, it was raw and lewd, sending a wave of arousal through Wooyoung . He deep down enjoyed this, those sounds weren't coming from a computer or an audio file, or accidentally overhearing San sleeping with someone else. These sounds were created because of him. He removed his hand from her cunt, his fingers glistening with her arousal, the pure physical reminder of her desire for him. "Hm?" He hummed at her while waiting for her response, she was starting to breathe heavily. "I-- I need you, I want you so bad." there was an urgency in her tone like she didn't want him to stop touching her and then she finally said it "Fuck- Fuck me"

A surge of adrenaline shot through him. He never expected her to say it. Wooyoung wanted this—no, he needed this. Without hesitation, he yanked off his shirt, her hands immediately reaching out to feel the heat of his bare skin. Her fingers traced over his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Desperate to feel him closer, she pressed her body against him, her touch igniting the fire between them. She lifted her hips, helping him remove her shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving her completely exposed beneath him.

He paused, hovering over her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her—her body laid bare, vulnerable and beautiful, hands clinging to his arms as her breathing quickened. In that still moment, all the fantasies he had buried for the sake of their friendship came rushing back. He thought of how he had imagined taking her in the villa, pushing her into the mattress, making her feel every inch of him, hard and relentless. Or fucking her in the ocean, where the waves would crash around them. Even in Yeosang's car, tight and confined, her moans barely stifled as they tried to keep quiet in case someone came too close.

But in this exact moment, Wooyoung thought to himself that this is actually happening, they're both alone, in her villa in the middle of the night, it wasn't another fantasy he buried and used for self pleasure in the heat of the night, no it was real, and it all felt too fucking good.

Without breaking eye contact, Wooyoung lowered himself toward her needy cunt, kissing her thighs as he went, soothing and teasing her at the same time. He parted her legs more, his fingers tracing her slick arousal, pride swelling inside him that she was this responsive from his touch alone. He wanted to make her cum with his mouth. The first lick made her gasp loudly, her hips bucking toward the sensation. With a firm grip on her thighs, he kept her in place, his tongue working with purpose, flicking and sucking on her clit before dipping lower to taste her more deeply.

Her moans grew louder, her body shaking uncontrollably as her hands searched for something to hold on to. She gripped the sheets, but when he hit a particular spot, her fingers flew into his hair, tugging him closer. He loved that—her need for him. He paused briefly to catch his breath, the lower half of his face glistening before he dove back in. "Fuck—wait, Wooyoung ..." she whispered, her voice trembling as her body tensed, so close to release. That gave him the idea to slide his fingers inside her, curling them just right, making her lose her breath and see stars. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with need. His fingers pumped inside her as his mouth returned to her clit. "Cum for me."

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as her orgasm hit, powerful and overwhelming, like a wave pulling her under. Wooyoung felt her walls clenching around his fingers, her entire body trembling as the pleasure washed over her in waves, leaving her breathless and spent. While processing that she just came and her senses were coming back- she heard a familiar sound of rustling fabric, she opened her eyes to see Wooyoung removing his pants. She noticed his cock, it was hard and already slick with pre-cum. He moved back up to her, his skin warm as he kissed her deeply, tender at first before it turned hungry again. Even as she tasted herself on his lips, it didn’t matter. She needed him. Not just his fingers or his mouth anymore, but all of him.

Her hand slipped down, brushing against his cock, feeling the heat of him. He was already so slick, the thought of him inside her made her breath hitch. She guided him to her entrance, but before he could enter, he broke the kiss, his lips grazing her ear. His voice was low and thick, a rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You want me to fuck you, yeah?" he whispered, his tongue flicking over her ear as she rubbed him against her, coating him in her slick arousal. She nodded desperately, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mhm—yeah."

"You want me to fill you up, make you mine, take you so deep you'll feel it for days?" he growled between soft moans, his breath hot against her ear as he nibbled the sensitive skin. The combination of his dirty talk and the attention on her weak spot made her let out a soft, helpless moan, unable to respond with words.

She wondered where all this bravado came from—it was hot, this intense side of him she had never seen before. He was the same guy who had been shy to talk to her on the beach, the one who was always kind, a good listener, someone she found endlessly interesting. And now here he was, his feelings laid bare, showing them in a way that overwhelmed her—in the best way.

Her thoughts snapped back to the present when she felt the tip of his cock pressing into her entrance. The initial stretch made her gasp, and she heard him hiss, his hips pulling back before pushing forward again. "You’re so tight," he whispered through gritted teeth. When he was fully inside her, he paused, the warmth of her body wrapped around him, almost too much to handle. He needed the moment to steady himself, and she needed it too—to adjust to the sensation of him filling her. Gently, he hooked her legs around his waist, leaning in until their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling.

"I got you," Wooyoung murmured, his voice a comforting rasp. He started to move slowly, testing her reactions to the friction. "Just feel me."

Wooyoung began slow, his hips rolling in a way to allow both of them to savor their initial connection. He kept his forehead pressed up against hers while their breathy gasps were synchronized. "You feel so good around me... So warm and perfect" he whispered tenderly, his lips brushing up against hers. His movements felt like he was memorizing every second of being inside of her

Her hands, clutched around his back, fingers curling into his skin as she noticed that he was changing his rhythm to something more steady. She wanted more and her moans would reflect that, they became more urgent and her body moved in synch with his. He quickened his pace when he noticed her wanting more, grabbing her wrists from his back and placing her arms above her head and he looked down into her, his gaze was intense. "You like that?" he said in a rough tone. "You want me to go harder?"

Her response was that of a whimper, she wasn't thinking anymore, no words were coming out, all she could hear was the sound of skin slapping against skin and Wooyoung 's breathy noises as he moved in a harder pace. He squeezed her wrists which caused her heart to skip a beat "You like it rough, don’t you?" he whispered hotly against her ear. "I can feel how bad you want it." With every hard thrust, her body came undone, her moans becoming louder as his pace grew relentless. Her legs quivered around his waist, her body teetering on the edge of control.

But it still wasn’t enough. Wooyoung pulled back, slipping out just enough to reposition her. “Turn around for me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. She caught a glimpse of him stroking himself as he waited, and without hesitation, she flipped onto her stomach. His hands gripped her waist, lifting her hips up in anticipation. The moment he lined himself up, he slammed into her with a deep, hard thrust, filling her completely. The sudden sensation tore a cry from her lips, her fingers clutching the sheets as the overwhelming fullness consumed her.

"You're mine" he growled, his voice was getting deeper, rough with need. He gripped onto her hips tightly, pulling her back onto him with each forceful thrust. He wasn't gentle anymore, his pace was fast, relentless, the sounds of his body slamming against hers were growing louder with each second. Her arms trembled, barely able to support her weight, until she collapsed forward, her face pressing into the mattress, moaning uncontrollably as he claimed her. Wooyoung 's hands slid from her hips to her breasts, squeezing them from behind as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You'll always be mine," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. Each word sent a wave of heat coursing through her, her body responding with desperate moans. She was completely his in that moment, consumed by the power of his touch.

The new angle sent waves of pleasure through her body, the roughness only intensifying those sensations. Her moans began to turn into cries of ecstasy, her body shaking more and more with every thrust. "Fuck—your pussy feels so good," he grunted, his voice strained. The possessiveness in him surged, his hips moving faster, harder, as he claimed her with every thrust. Her walls clenched around him, her body giving in to the intensity of the moment, and she could feel herself approaching that edge again, faster this time. The way he filled her, the way he growled her name, it was all too much, and she felt herself teetering on the brink of another orgasm.

His grip on her hips tightened as he sensed her walls beginning to pulse around him, his own release building. “That’s it, baby… cum for me again,” he commanded, his voice breathless but filled with raw desire. “I want to feel you— every fucking part of you.”

Her body trembled, a few more thrusts and she would experience that high again. She felt his movements becoming more erratic, more primal, and she knew he was almost there too. But before he could finish, before he could truly claim her, she felt an overwhelming need to confirm what they both already knew.

"...yours," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies slamming together. She could barely speak, but she forced herself to, her desperation to connect with him overtaking everything else. "I'm—I'm yours." Her voice was shaky, but the conviction behind her words was unmistakable. “I’m yours… all yours.”

Hearing her say it broke the last of his restraint. A deep growl rumbled from his chest, and he gripped her tighter, pulling her back hard against him. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough, a plea hidden beneath the command. He needed to hear it, to know she was his.

“I’m yours!” she cried out, her voice desperate and filled with emotion. “I’m all yours—fucking yours!” Those words were all it took before her second and final climax hit, it was more intense than the first one, she felt like her heart literally stopped. Her cries of ecstacy echoing through the room. "I'm gonna-- fuck I'm gonna cum inside you-- your pussy will be ruined by me" He grabbed her arms from behind, finally sealing his claim on her. With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, his entire body tensing as his release washed over him. A guttural groan escaped him as he came, filling her completely. The final act of claiming her, coupled with hearing her confirm she was his, made the release that much more intense.

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The waves of their shared release faded, they both remained still, bodies pressed together, her trembling subsiding but still noticeable in the silence that followed. Wooyoung felt the rapid rise and fall of her breath, her soft whimper breaking through the haze of their shared ecstasy. His own chest was heaving as he caught his breath, but he stayed where he was, letting the moment settle around them.

Gently, he shifted his grip from her hips, his touch softening as his fingers traced soothing patterns on her skin. "Shhh, I’ve got you," he whispered, his voice low and tender, almost like a lullaby against her ear. He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses along her spine, up to her shoulder, taking his time, showing her that he wasn’t rushing away from this moment.

He felt her body trembling, a soft whimper escaping her again. "You did so well," he murmured, his lips grazing the back of her neck as he slowly eased out of her. The sensation made her gasp softly, her body still sensitive from their connection. He gathered her into his arms, pulling her close, turning her around to face him. His hand brushed over her cheek, wiping away a strand of hair that clung to her damp skin. "Are you okay?" he asked, his forehead resting gently against hers, his voice filled with concern and care.

"I'm..." She tried to speak, but her vocal cords refused to cooperate. Her voice was hoarse, each word catching painfully in her throat, even coughing hurt. Wooyoung noticed immediately, his expression shifting to concern. Without a word, he slipped out of bed, making his way to the kitchen. When he opened the fridge, he remembered the beers she had brought earlier, but decided water would be better for this moment. Returning to the bedroom, Wooyoung sat beside her and took a swig of water, his eyes soft with quiet determination. Then he leaned in, pressing his lips tenderly to hers, transferring the cool liquid. The water flowed gently from his mouth to hers, soothing her parched throat. The sensation was intimate, a different kind of closeness between them, and she could feel his care in every small movement.

"Better?" he asked softly, pulling back, his lips glistening with some water that escaped. She nodded, feeling the burn in her throat easing. He set the glass down on his side of the bed before reaching out, his arms wrapping around her and gently drawing her into his chest. This was the Wooyoung she knew so well, the one who made her feel safest—his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek, its soft rhythm calming her. She let her eyes flutter closed, her body still trembling slightly, but slowly settling under his protective embrace.

"I'll take care of you," he whispered, his voice a quiet promise. She felt the brush of his lips against her forehead as he reached down to pull the blanket from the foot of the bed, draping it over their tangled bodies. His warmth surrounded her, and she relaxed completely, letting his steady breathing and the comforting weight of the blanket lull her toward sleep.

Before she drifted off, she thought about how much had changed between them, the intense passion they shared tonight, but also this—this gentle, quiet connection. It made her feel whole. "Thank you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, but she knew he'd heard.

➽───𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔞────❥

In her sleep, she dreamt about San, but it wasn’t exactly a dream—it felt more like a flashback. The memory was about when she had sex with him, and she started to wonder if maybe Wooyoung became so rough and dominant because San had told him about it. It would explain why someone usually so gentle had acted that way.

She remembered being at the pool, sitting on the edge with her feet dangling in the water. San had lifted her there, spreading her legs while he knelt between them. Slowly, he untied the strings of her swimsuit, exposing her completely beneath him. His eyes had darkened with desire, and without a word, he leaned in toward her cunt, his mouth exploring her with precision. The sensation of his tongue flicking, pressing, and sucking drove her crazy, each movement more deliberate than the last.

But then he said something that left her stunned. “You have no idea how much power you have.” ๋࣭ 𖤐 ‧₊💿˚ ⋅

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #wooyoung fanfic #fuck- I got shy posting this here #but it's my first time trying to write... something spicy #HAHA #I wanna cry OTL

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