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hoshifighting · 3 months ago

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jealous!wonwoo

— synopsis: wonwoo brings you to his friend's birthday party to finally introduce you to his friends for the first time. however, your kindness is having an unexpected effect on him.

— WARNINGS: smut, jealousy, possessiveness, slut shamming, penetrative sex, rough sex, creampie, mentions of blood, cum, a lot of dirty talk, dom!wonwoo, jealous!wonwoo, kind!reader.

it's changkyun's birthday, and you stand in the midst of it all, your fingers tracing the rim of a cold drink, feeling a little out of place but excited nonetheless. it's your first time meeting wonwoo's friends, and he's been talking about them for weeks, making you feel like you've already known them forever. he was thrilled to finally introduce you, the person who’s captured his heart, to the people closest to him.

wonwoo’s been glued to your side all night, smiling proudly as he watches you effortlessly charm everyone around. he loves how gentle you are, how kind, and he was confident you'd get along with everyone. that’s why he fell for you—because you make things easy, even the hard stuff. but now, as he stands talking to jihoon, something feels off. he can’t quite pinpoint when it started, but a weird knot's been forming in his stomach.

“so, y/n,” changkyun grins, rolling up his sleeve to show off a fresh tattoo on his forearm. “what do you think? it's still healing, but i think it turned out pretty dope.”

you lean in closer, eyes widening in appreciation. “oh wow, that's amazing! i've been thinking about getting one for ages but never had the guts to go through with it. you must have a high pain tolerance,” you laugh, lightly brushing his arm with your fingers.

wonwoo’s eyes flicker over to you, catching that moment. something about the way you’re leaning into changkyun’s space, the genuine interest in your voice—it rubs him the wrong way.

he tries to focus on jihoon’s story about a songwriting mishap, but all he hears is the distant hum of voices. he can't help but feel a pang of something—jealousy? possessiveness?—as he watches you interact so easily with his friends, especially changkyun.

“yeah, it hurt like hell, but it was worth it,” changkyun chuckles, glancing over at you. “maybe you should get one too, then we could be tattoo buddies. what do you say?”

you laugh, a warm sound that feels like home to wonwoo, but now it’s mixed with an unfamiliar sensation. “maybe i will,” you say playfully.

wonwoo feels a strange twist in his chest, like something fragile and delicate is being tugged at. he knows you’re just being your usual sweet self, but seeing you get along so well with changkyun, someone he’s always been close to, brings out a protective side he didn't know he had. he doesn’t like this feeling—this weird, prickly sensation crawling up his spine. it’s not like him to feel insecure, especially around his friends.

he tries to shake it off, but it's like an itch he can't scratch. “hey, y/n,” he calls out, trying to keep his tone light, “come over here for a sec. i wanna introduce you to jihoon properly.”

you turn towards wonwoo, catching a glimpse of the slight tension in his eyes. you can sense something’s off, but you don't want to make a scene, especially not tonight.

you nod and give changkyun a quick smile. “sure, be right back,” you say, walking over to wonwoo and jihoon.

“everything okay?” you ask quietly, searching his face for a clue.

wonwoo smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. “yeah, just wanted to make sure you were having fun. it’s a lot, meeting everyone at once.”

it doesn't take much for wonwoo to feel uncomfortable again. even as you chat with jihoon, he can't help but feel a flicker of unease. jihoon's quiet personality, paired with your genuine curiosity, makes wonwoo's insides twist.

he knows you're just being gentle, like always, but that's the thing—everyone likes it. not just him. and that thought gnaws at him, despite knowing it's irrational.

he tries to brush it off, but the more he watches, the tighter the knot in his chest becomes. the final straw comes when jihoon leans in closer, discussing something that makes you laugh, your eyes crinkling at the corners. without thinking, wonwoo excuses himself and heads straight for you, an unfamiliar urgency in his step.

“hey, can we talk for a sec?” his voice is calm, but there's an edge to it you can't quite place.

you glance at him, noting the tension in his posture. “sure,” you reply, excusing yourself from jihoon with a polite smile. wonwoo leads you to a quiet corner of the room, away from the prying eyes of his friends.

“what’s up?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light, but the atmosphere feels heavy.

“let's go home,” he says, avoiding your gaze. the abruptness of his request catches you off guard.

“home? already?” you echo, genuinely surprised. “but it's still early, and we haven't even had cake yet.”

wonwoo shrugs, his expression unreadable. “i just... i think we've been here long enough.”

you can sense something's off, but he's not giving anything away. it feels strange, leaving the party so soon, especially when everyone seemed to be having a good time.

and while he tries to mask it, you can read him like a book. deep down, you know he's somehow mad.

the car ride home is silent, tension thick in the air. you try to ask him what's bothering him, but he brushes it off, offering vague reassurances that everything's fine. it's frustrating, his refusal to communicate, and you decide to push him—just to see how far he'll go, denying what's clearly eating at him.

once you both arrive home, you kick off your shoes and head straight for the bedroom, ignoring his attempts to engage in conversation. his eyes follow you, growing more intense with every step you take away from him.

the silent treatment is intended, a way to force him to confront whatever he's hiding. wonwoo stands in the doorway, watching as you busy yourself with trivial tasks—checking your phone, removing your jewelry. the longer you ignore him, the more palpable his anger becomes.

“y/n, can we talk?” his voice is low, barely containing his frustration.

you continue to avoid his gaze, feigning interest in your phone. “about what?” you ask, your tone almost dismissive.

that’s all it takes.

something in wonwoo snaps, the last remnants of his patience fraying. in two quick strides, he's in front of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. the sudden movement startles you, and you drop your phone, eyes widening in surprise. his grip is firm, not painful, but enough to let you know he's serious.

“stop it,” he growls, his voice laced with an unfamiliar edge. “stop pretending like you don't know what's going on.”

you blink up at him, “i don't know what you're talking about,” you say, but the slight quiver in your voice betrays you.

wonwoo's eyes darken, a dangerous glint flashing in them. “don't play dumb, y/n. you've been doing this all night—flirting with my friends, acting like it's nothing.”

your breath catches in your throat, caught off guard by his accusation. “i wasn't flirting,” you protest, but the words feel weak, even to you.

“oh, please,” he scoffs, his grip tightening slightly. “don't give me that innocent act. you know exactly what you were doing, batting those pretty eyes, laughing at their jokes. you loved the attention, didn't you?”

you feel a flush of anger rise in your chest, but before you can retort, he pulls you even closer, his breath hot against your ear. “you're such a fucking slut,” he whispers, the words dripping with venom. “enjoying every second of it, making me look like a fool.”

his jealousy, his possessiveness, it's intoxicating in a way you can't quite understand. and he knows it too, sees the way your breath hitches, the way your body reacts to his words.

“is this what you wanted?” he hisses, his hand slipping under your shirt, fingers digging into your waist. “to push me until i snapped? well, congratulations, baby, you got your wish.”

before you can respond, his mouth is on yours, rough and demanding. it's not a kiss; it's a claiming, a punishment. he kisses you like he wants to devour you, like he's angry with himself for wanting you this much. you kiss him back with equal fervor, matching his aggression with your own, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. he groans, the sound vibrating against your mouth, and you feel a surge of satisfaction.

with a growl, he pushes you against the wall, hands roaming over your body with a frantic urgency. he tugs at your clothes, tearing them off in his haste, not caring if he rips fabric or skin. there's no time for tenderness, no room for gentle caresses.

as his fingers slip beneath your shirt, they pause, feeling the delicate texture of lace and satin. his breath hitches when he discovers the coquette lingerie you’re wearing, complete with tiny bows adorning the bra and panties. you can almost hear his thoughts—did you wear this just to tease him?

he yanks down the waistband of your panties, revealing more bows trailing down the sides.

the sight of you, so perfectly dressed to seduce, makes him want to tear everything off and claim you right there and then.

he grabs your hips, his grip firm and commanding, and without another word, he pushes you harder against the wall, positioning himself behind you. the soft, feminine bows are the last thing on his mind as he enters you without warning, rough and rigid.

you cry out, the sensation heightened by the feeling of the lingerie still partially clinging to your body. the combination of pain making your knees to buckle, and he doesn't give you time to adjust.

“you think this is funny?” he hisses in your ear, his voice dangerous. “teasing me like this, showing off like some kind of slut?”

he doesn't give you time to adjust, thrusting into you with a punishing rhythm, his hands digging into your flesh. “this is what you wanted, right?” he grits out, his voice a harsh whisper in your ear. “to be fucked like the slut you are?”

you moan, the sound echoing in the room. he pulls your hair, forcing your head back as he pounds into you, each thrust harder than the last. it's brutal, almost savage, and yet you can't get enough. you revel in the way he takes you, the way he owns you, body and soul.

“god, you're so fucking tight,” he groans. “so wet for me, like you were just waiting for this.”

you bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, but he notices. he always does. with a snarl, he reaches around and grabs your chin, forcing you to face him. “don't hold back, i want to hear you. i want everyone to know how much you love this.”

you can't hold back anymore. the intensity of his thrusts, the harshness of his words, it's all too much. you cry out, your voice raw and desperate, echoing off the walls.

“w-woo,” you sob, your voice shaky and breathless.

every thrust feels like it's tearing you apart, and the sensation of his big cock stretching you is overwhelming. he growls at the sound of his name, making you feel like you're teetering on the edge of something explosive.

wonwoo’s hand slides down your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your underbelly with a teasing slowness that contrasts with the brutal pace of his hips. he knows exactly what he's doing, savoring every second of your desperate whimpers.

his hand dips lower, and when he finds your clit, he circles it with rough, intentional movements that make your whole body jolt. the pleasure is electric, a stark contrast to the roughness of his thrusts, and it sends you spiraling.

“getting fucked like a little slut, all dressed up in this cute lingerie just for me.”

you can only moan in response, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form coherent words. his fingers work your clit with a ruthless accuracy, driving you closer and closer to the edge. every flick of his wrist sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and you can feel the tight coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter.

“such a greedy little thing,” he continues, his voice a low, rumbling purr. “clenching around my cock like you want me to fill you up, huh? you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?”

his cock feels impossibly big, almost splitting you in half, and you can’t help the way your body responds, muscles clenching and pulling him deeper. it’s too much, and yet not enough, every thrust bringing you closer to the brink of thoughtlessness.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice strained with effort. “gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

the knot in your belly twists tighter, the pressure building to a fever pitch. the world narrows down to the feeling of him inside you, his hands on your body, his voice in your ear. you know you're about to fall, your orgasm so close you can almost taste it.

“please, please,” you babble, your voice a desperate plea. “i’m so close, wonwoo, please—”

his hand speeds up on your clit, his fingers pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. it sends a shudder through you, and with a final, brutal thrust, he pushes you over the edge.

your orgasm knocks you down, your entire body convulsing with the force of it. your walls clench around his cock, almost pulling him over the edge with you, and he lets out a low, guttural moan.

the world blurs as the tides of your orgasm continue to wash over you, your body trembling with aftershocks. you can feel him throbbing inside you, his cock twitching as he chases his own release. the sensation is almost too much, and yet you crave it, needing to feel him come undone inside you.

“cum for me,” you whisper, “please, wonwoo, i need it—”

with a strangled groan, he thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he finally lets go. you feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his release filling you up.

you can feel yourself dripping as he pulls out, the sensation of his cum mingling with your own. your pussy feels almost numb, a lingering ache from the vigor of it all. your legs are trembling, barely able to hold you up as you try to steady yourself against the wall. your breaths come in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a soft hiccup that you can’t seem to control.

“hey,” he murmurs, his voice softening as he gently turns you to face him. “are you alright?”

you nod, though the effort it takes to stay upright makes your knees wobble.

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close and guiding you to the bed. as you sink down onto the mattress, the world seems to tilt slightly, your body still recovering from the overwhelming sensations. wonwoo sits beside you, his hand stroking your back in soothing circles.

“i’m sorry,” he says quietly, his tone filled with genuine remorse. “i didn’t mean to be so rough.”

you manage a small smile, leaning into his touch. “it’s okay.”

he nods, his eyes still searching yours for any signs of discomfort. “just... let me take care of you now,” he says, his voice tender. “lie back.”

“woo…”

“hm?”

“i'm yours.”

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kooqitas · 10 days ago

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have you ever tried this one? - svt hiphop unit fav positions 🔞

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scoups: all fours/dog style

cheol loves to fuck you anyway, but when you put your face in the pillow and stick your ass up as much as you can he fucks you like an animal, spanks your ass calling you a whore, pushes your head even further against the pillow, suffocating you there, and then pulls your hair hard. he likes to see you grabbing the sheets while you moan his name, he likes to bring his mouth close to your ear just to whisper that he's going to make you leak his cum.

wonwoo: sideways

they say that to fuck sideways you need to have a big dick, and well... wonwoo has that, he loves to fuck you sideways, feel your whole ass glued to him while he thrusts you faster and harder, he always alternates what to do with his hands, sometimes he plays with your nipple, sometimes he touches your clit, sometimes he chokes you and sometimes he puts some fingers in your mouth for you to choke, and every time you cum screaming his name, cum hard while he calls you a 'dumb bitch'.

vernon: ride

hansol is always in control of the situation, except when you're on top of him, the man seems to lose all and any sense when you ride him, he never knows whether to grab you and encourage you to go faster and harder or just let you have fun on his cock, fuck, he cums so fast in this position that it's pathetic, but damn, he can't resist seeing your tits bouncing in front of him while you moan like a slut, and you also cum embarrassingly fast, feeling how completely desperate vernon is with your pussy

mingyu: standing

mingyu doesn't go to the gym for nothing, damn what he likes to do most is to hold you in his arms while he fucks you, without the support of the wall, without the support of a table, chair, or anything, he likes to see you completely held by him, the way his arms move along with his big dick to go deeper and deeper, you always see stars when this happens, mingyu using all his strength just to eat you, making a point of saying all the time how much he's opening you, how deep he's going, that he's going to destroy your pussy, damn, mingyu is insane...

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mnzminakm · 2 years ago

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OH MYYYYY😩😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

I’ve been giggling for the past 5 minutes,, This one is REALLY GOOD💜💜

I can not wait for more content💜💜

the minnie update makes me fall for mingyu more cause it actually sounds like something he would do irl ahhh could we get a wonwoo simp version too? 🥺

thank youuuu for the request, I hope you like this :)

masterlist

whenever they show up together (which is... kinda like... all the time)

[i wish i was kidding, but istg]

[i'm not kidding]

[these two are EVERYWHERE together]

Hoshi was moving the camera around, showing the viewers a few parts of the makeup trailer while describing what could be seen. His ears perked up when there was suddenly a familiar high-pitched laugh in the background, getting closer to the room he was in. He directed the camera to the entrance, showing the first person that joined him, his fellow '96 Liner,

"Wonwoo's here," he commented, followed by a quick, "Oh, and Minnie too, I thought I heard your voice."

The girl glanced at the performance team leader with wide eyes, looking like a dear caught in headlights before she quickly covered it with a big grin.

[girlie looking a little sus]

She made her way to the empty spot next to Hoshi, sitting down on the rather uncomfortable couch.

"I'll be filming Wonwoo as he changes into his outfit today," he continued entertaining the viewers, getting interrupted by a chuckle from the female member. "What?" He wondered.

"I don't know how appropriate that is for the Seventeen youtube channel,"

[very appropriate, don't worry minnie]

[very appropriate, i promise you]

The camera was on her, filming her side profile while she kept her eyes straight ahead.

[i love how it's apparently not appropriate for us, but she can't take her eyes off him]

"But the viewer ratings would go up for sure," she added,

[SEE]

[she understands us]

making the tiger laugh out loud, whereas the other '96 Liner turned his head to her, smiling in amusement,

"What the hell are you talking about?"

[don't act so coy wonwoo]

"Oh, tell me I'm wrong. Carats have been waiting for this day,"

[YES]

[YES WE HAVE, PLEASE MINNIE]

Minnie teased him, a shy grin playing on her lips,

[BROOOOOO]

[so she's that type of girlfriend]

"Right?" She sent a quick look into the lens before directing her attention to Hoshi, who nodded in agreement.

The three continued staying in the trailer, talking for a few more minutes when Wonwoo took a bag of chips off the table and threw himself onto the seating era, munching on the snack. He offered the bag to the girl, who declined, but Hoshi gladly took it out of the '96 Liner's grasp as he was called to change his outfit.

The camera was filming close shots of the leader's face when a hand suddenly covered his eyes.

"Why are you covering my eyes?" He chuckled at the girl's sudden action.

"Wonwoo's changing," she answered in the most normal possible tone, making Hoshi only chuckle again.

[gatekeeping her boyfriend, #girlboss]

"Then I should be the one covering your eyes idiot," he reached forward with his hand but only managed to brush over her nose and lips as she squirmed away with a giggle.

[she's so cute, pls help me]

Dokyeom, Seungkwan, and Mingyu were dancing in the middle of the practice room, the camera filming every second of what was happening, when, in the back, Minnie had come through the door and Wonwoo with his hands on her shoulders, right behind her.

[ZAZHIAFHHUISFBNAIHFIN]

[if anyone can explain to me why I'm literally going feral over a little touch, pls let me know]

The girl stopped in her tracks, making the rapper come to a halt as well as they both eyed the scene in front of them. Minnie scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. She sighed, shook her head with a smile, and stepped inside, turning around right away to interlock her arm with Wonwoo's as they continued making their way further into the room.

[eye emoji]

On the set of his music video for 'Spider', Hoshi kept his gaze on the monitor, rewatching what they had just shot when two people, in thick jackets and masks, started approaching him from behind. With slow and quiet steps they got closer until they stopped right behind him, only to reach out, place their hands on his torso and basically scare the crap out of that man. He jumped up and immediately turned around, the camera showing the two intruders - Wonwoo and Minnie.

[they're literally everywhere together]

"Woah," Hoshi exclaimed with a big smile, his hand still over his heart, "You scared me, for real." The three laughed together, and the '96 Liner went in to hug the couple, "I didn't know you guys were coming."

"I forced Wonwoo to come with me," Minnie explained, getting a chuckle from the two men.

[OF COURSE, SHE DID]

[dominant minnie, we love it]

The rapper was quick to defend himself, "I wanted to come along. On free will."

[hm, sure wonwoo]

[he doesn't want to admit that minnie's the dom in the relationship]

[it's okay]

As Hoshi had to go back to filming, the cameraman asked the couple to say a few words.

"I'm really excited for my leader's solo song. I wanted to come and see what he planned since he had put a lot of hard work into this. He's even getting half naked for Carats," Minnie chuckled, turning to the side to get another glimpse of the scene they were about to shoot.

Wonwoo scrunched his eyebrows, "Your leader?" To which Minnie nodded, and he smiled, "S.Coups is not gonna like that." But she just shrugged with a laugh,

[i would pay to see how scoups reacted to this fr]

"I'm loyal to Hoshi. Once S.Coups does something like this, I'll be loyal to him."

Before she could say another thing, a hand suddenly covered her eyes, making her giggle,

"What?" Her hands came up to push Wonwoo's down, but it didn't even budge.

"Hoshi's half-naked right now," the '96 Liner answered her, smiling along to the sound of her laughter.

[LIKE GIRLFRIEND, LIKE BOYFRIEND]

[PLEASE, I WANT THIS]

The next clip showed the short moment when Minnie and Wonwoo visited Minghao on the set of his 'Side by Side' music video. Standing next to each other, the girl, once again, had her arm interlocked with his as they waved to the other '97 Liner who was sitting on the couch that was part of the scene he was filming.

"We're here!" They shouted together, their eyes showing how bright their smiles underneath the masks were.

[of course, you are]

[like i said, they're everywhere together]

THE ENTIRE FREAKING EGO EPISODE

[too much cute shit happened while they were trapped in that house]

[but here are some of my personal favourites]

As Wonwoo walked towards the door to their right, ready to open it with the key the couple had just acquired, Minnie was hot on his step, her gaze switching behind her every now and then.

[she literally almost never left his side during this entire episode]

"Shouldn't we open the other door as well?" She wondered, her voice quiet, not wanting to trigger any more jump scares even though she knew they would come sooner or later.

The rapper's head snapped towards her, "Hm?" He hummed, "That door?" And nodded towards the mentioned door on the other side of the room. The girl motioned 'yes' with her head before Wonwoo managed to open the lock and get rid of the chain around the door handle. Minnie squirmed at the sight of the creepy-looking room ahead of them as her hands immediately found their way to wrap around his bicep.

[HER HANDS]

[i want to touch his arm like that too pleeeaaasee]

"I think we should really maybe look into the other room first," she repeated her words, tugging on his arm gently, making the man chuckle.

[we saw that wonwoo]

"You just want to drag out going further," to which she nodded with a straight facial expression.

[STOP]

[THEY'RE SO CUTE]

Wonwoo agreed and took both of them to the other side of the room, opening the entrance to take a step inside. The girl behind him quickly shook her head,

"Nevermind," and backed off, "You've got to be kidding me. Why would they do something like this?"

The '96 Liner chuckled, "You like horror movies, don't you?"

"Yeah, but this is a little too real. Horror movies aren't real," she defended herself, taking a few steps back and waited for him to join her again.

"Some horror movies are real," he commented, earning him a gentle nudge out of annoyance,

"Why did you have to say that now?"

[we need more of this teasing omg]

He passed her, walking towards the opened door, wanting to continue their journey further into the building. Minnie's eyes were fixed on the dark room to her left, and, for some reason, her feet dragged her closer towards it. She dared to take another closer look inside, a chill shooting through her body as she analysed the weirdly placed body and the strings attached to it. Turning her head, she was about to open her mouth but noticed how much further away Wonwoo already was and was quick to jog towards him before he could disappear out of her sight.

"Hey, wait up for me," she whined out loud, getting him to stop in his tracks and wait for her to catch up with him.

[dude stopped, IMMEDIATELY]

[he ain't leaving his girlie behind]

"Should we go downstairs?" Wonwoo asked, even though it was more of a rhetorical question as they knew they didn't have much of a choice.

Minnie found the gaze of her boyfriend, immediately shaking her head as their eyes locked.

"You can stay behind me," he offered her,

[GENTLEMANY WOO]

[the way he said it]

taking the first step down that would lead them into the dark. Without waiting for an answer, he continued going down the set of stairs, feeling her presence close behind him the entire time and the gentle brush of her fingertips against his hand, knowing she wanted nothing more but to hold onto it tightly, so he engulfed hers in his.

[THE EDITORS DIDN'T EVEN CARE TO CUT THIS OUT]

[WE'RE GETTING ALL THE LITTLE INTERACTIONS AND TOUCHES, AAAAAAH]

The couple was exploring the floor and had reached the dark room with a couch in the middle of it and lockers lined up against the wall.

"This is the one without a padlock," Minnie pointed at it as hesitant steps took her inside, "That's the one we're not supposed to open..." she made sure to keep a good distance between her and the cupboard. Her eyes didn't leave Wonwoo's form as he got closer to the lockers. "And we have to find out how to open the other one."

The rapper grabbed the lock to inspect it before dropping it and moving to the right locker, knocking on it for some reason, making the girl jump and rush over to him, pushing his arm down,

"Why the hell would you do this?!" She quietly shouted at him, scared of the consequences his actions might have.

[i get you, babes]

[i would've punched him so hard, ngl]

Wonwoo shrugged, "It said not to open it. That doesn't mean we can't knock on it."

Minnie's facial expression read nothing but confusion, "What kind of logic is that?"

[nah bc fr]

He continued nudging into the locky harshly, the sound of metal echoing through the room, making the '97 Liner shiver as she continued to slap his arm away, "Wonwoo!"

[i can't tell if he really was curious or just wanted to tease her but I'm putting money on the latter]

"I think someone's inside," his comment didn't do anything to soothe her, "But they're probably not gonna jump out."

Something inside her told her to try and glance through the little slits at the top of the locker, and for some reason, she decided to listen to that voice and stood up on her tippy toes, trying to sneakily look inside. As expected, she couldn't see anything - which she definitely was glad for.

"Not unless we open it, but don't provoke it. Who knows. So stop." She warned him one more time, and with a sigh, she took a few steps back, just in case, continuing to eye the locker suspiciously.

The two had gone back into the room that held different files and documents about certain 'patients'. They were looking through each one of them, with Wonwoo reading some out loud.

Minnie chuckled to herself, but it caught the rapper's attention, making him hum and raise his eyebrows. She shook her head, "I don't understand any of this"

[i didn't even understand anything with the subtitles, babes, so don't worry]

Her comment made him smile as well.

[he isn't even hiding his amusement, it's so cute, i can't]

Minnie did understand it a little bit, but some of the vocabulary that was used in the files was medical stuff she never had anything to do with. They shared a moment of silence before the oldest took the word,

"You can go and look for more clues if you want to," he suggested, immediately noticing the perplexed expression the girl sent him.

"Are you being funny now? You want me to go around here on my own?"

[straight up, kick him for that idea bc wtf wonwoo]

She pointed behind her, taking a quick glance as well, coming to sight with the dark once again and the weird lighting that lit up the room slightly.

Wonwoo shrugged, "Maybe you'll find something else."

With a sigh, she found herself defeated and decided to step over her shadow, reminding herself that she usually was someone that enjoyed adrenaline and watching horror movies. This was unlike her, but for some reason, the situation was more uncomfortable for her than she had imagined it would be. She passed the mannequin in the chair and was back in the hallway they had reached after walking down the stairs. She also didn't even look into the room with the locker,

"Nope, not going in there,"

[SAME GIRL]

she whispered to herself, taking a few steps further before she was about to round the corner when she came to sight with total darkness ahead of her. "Not going there either,"

[i'm so sorry, but i literally laughed so hard]

she shook her head, jumping back.

Once she wanted to get back to Wonwoo, the glass door seemed to be another thing she was interested in as it possibly could hold a clue to their further steps. She didn't get too close, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw something in the mirror, making her jolt as she dared to take a peak. Minnie jumped and whimpered out loud as it was clear to see what she could see through the mirror.

"Oppa...," she raised her voice slightly,

[LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS]

-clip gets repeated-

[we all know, minnie doesn't just call anyone that]

[so how tf, could they have kept this in]

[SHE BASICALLY JUST OUTED THEM]

-clip gets repeated again-

[BRO, LITERALLY CAUGHT IN 4K, WTFFFFF]

hoping the man in the other room could hear her. She backed off quickly before her steps turned into a jog, running back to where the '96 Liner was still going through the documents. "Wonwoo!"

[the way she changed to calling out his name so fast]

[doesn't matter minnie babes, we get it]

"What?" He reacted quickly, raising his head to watch the girl heading toward him. "What is it?" He asked again, surprised by the rush she seemed to be in.

She ushered for him to come closer, "Come, come." Leaning forward to get a hold of his hand to make him follow her back to the glass door, they at first thought might be an exit.

[he gets dragged like that by mingyu AND by minnie]

[such cuties]

"What did you find?" Wonwoo wondered, but the girl didn't answer him until they came to a halt.

She pointed straight ahead, slightly out of breath, "Look at the mirror."

Minnie received a perplexed look in return, "What?"

She shook her head, "Just look." Without asking another question, Wonwoo got closer to the mirror, looking at him first before directing his gaze around, trying to see what his girlfriend was talking about.

"Is there something I'm supposed to see?" He asked her.

"Yes!" She walked up to stand next to him, glancing at the mirror in the same angel as before, only to be disappointed by what she saw - nothing. "Huh?" In confusion, she walked past Wonwoo to get closer to the door, leaning in slightly, trying to tilt her head to be able to see to the side. "What the heck..." Minnie mumbled.

"What?" The rapper joined her, staring out into the darkness, wondering what she had seen before.

"I swear to God...," she turned back around towards him, "There was something- someone."

[first wonwoo during that tag episode, now her...]

[#soulmateshit seeing ghosts hahahah]

wonwoo's birthday vlive 2021

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Wonwoo! Happy Birthday to you!" At the sound of Minnie's singing echoing through the room, Wonwoo looked up, finding her standing by the door, a small cupcake in her hands.

[I HOPE Y'ALL ARE SEEING THIS]

[LOOK AT THOSE STARS IN HIS EYES]

[LITERALLY HEART SHAPED, CONVINCE ME OF STH ELSE]

Before he could say anything, Dokyeom's head appeared in the doorway,

"Happy Birthday, hyung!" He quickly shouted, disappearing again, leaving the couple and a few of their staff members alone in the room.

Wonwoo chuckled, thanking DK before smiling at the female member, "What are you doing here?" His eyes didn't leave her form as she put the cupcake down on the table in front of him, still staying behind the camera though. "I already blew out candles," he commented at the burning candle on the dessert.

[he didn't stop smiling the entire time]

[I'm not even lying]

Minnie shrugged with a grin, "Doesn't mean you can't do it again."

He grinned, "Everyone," directing his gaze towards the camera, "Minnie's now here too," and read some comments at the same time, "They want to see you." He looked up at the girl, who was quick to make her way around the table and sit down next to him on the couch after he had scooted over.

"Hi, guys," she greeted the fans watching the Vlive with a bright smile.

[i need someone that looks at me the way he looks at her, i can't do this anymore]

She pointed at the candle, making Wonwoo hum in question. "You have to blow it out."

Minnie picked it up with two hands and held it up higher, giving Carats a view of the dessert. "I made it," she smiled proudly, making Wonwoo laugh out loud,

"You bought this."

"How would you know?" The girl raised her eyebrows at him in a teasing manner. He copied her facial expression,

[THIS]

making both of them chuckle as they shared a short second of silence, just looking into each other's eyes.

"Because you said you had to leave for a second, and suddenly you're back with this."

"I had to leave because of a call," she joked, trying to talk herself out of it quickly, but Wonwoo only laughed at her.

"Sure."

[AND THE BICKERING CONTINUES]

Before he was able to say anything more, Minnie spoke up impatiently, "Just make a wish and blow the candle out."

"Can you sing happy birthday in french for me?" He grinned cheekily at her facial expression.

"In french? Why?"

[OUR DUDE HAS A THING FOR FRENCH, *insert wolve whistle]

"I like it," he shrugged, but the girl shook her head with a nervous chuckle,

"Later. Maybe.“

[WHAT DO YOU MEAN, LATER?!]

[y'all should've seen in the comments after that omg]

-inserts some of them-

"they're probably talking about french kissing bc wtf was that look"

"are they trying to be subtle about this?"

"ALRIGHT, YOU CAN STOP NOW, we know we're single, thx"

"ehm... do y'all wanna get room maybe?"

"I really wanna see what their excuse for this little moment will be"

"I just got here but what the hell am I interrupting"

"You're gonna get your present later," Minnie told him after he had given her a bite of his birthday cake.

Wonwoo looked at her in confusion at first, "But you already gave me a present," which turned into an amused smile when she glanced at him perplexed. Within a short moment, the light in her brain switched on, and she stared at him wide-eyed, sending him a message with her eyes, shouting 'shut the fuck up' in her head.

[WHAT'S THAT LOOK?!]

She tried to cover it up quickly,

"No...," hiding her mouth behind her hand for a second, "I meant a different present." But her cheeks ratted her out.

[EHM... WHAT. IS. GOING. ON.]

[THIS SEEMED A LITTLE TOO TMI]

[I'M NOT IMAGINING ANYTHING, RIGHT?!]

The '96 Liner laughed, "Alright," changing the subject back to the cake, but not before she punched him softly in the shoulder.

[I... I have no words.]

bittersweet behind

Wonwoo, Mingyu, Minnie, and S.Coups were standing in a corner on the set of the Bittersweet music video, munching on some snacks their leader had brought.

"He's the leader of our hip-hop team," the '96 Liner told the camera.

"And we're the members," the younger rapper added.

"And Minnie is our new member," Wonwoo ended their explanation,

[the way he includes her is so cute]

making the girl, who was snuggled into the leader's side, chuckle.

"I'm the hip-hop team's official fourth member," she smiled, making her boyfriend copy her expression.

[first of all: WHIPPED]

[second: vernon is shaking]

Minnie was giving a brief explanation of some of the scenes they had shot on their first day when she felt two hands on her shoulders. In the next moment, Minghao, who had come to visit, was standing next to her, with his arm around her shoulder as he eyed her down.

"Wasn't Wonwoo wearing that jacket before?" He wondered.

[HA, CALLED OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA]

The female member nodded, getting a hold of the collar to pull it tighter around her frame, "But I was cold, so he gave it to me."

[brb, just gonna go take a quick bath with my toaster]

Her fellow '97 Liner smiled, "Gentleman," nodding along with her as she chuckled, "very good."

[HE KNOWS]

[HE FUCKING KNOWS]

They were about to shoot the next scene, therefor Wonwoo was already sitting by the bar, waiting for the filming to start. Minnie hadn't shown up yet, but, speaking of the devil, she had just come in and taken her place behind the bar.

"Oooh, pretty girl," Wonwoo whistled,

[WONWOO?!]

[i literally hardly ever see him that expressive wtf]

making the female turn around and stare at him in shock, hoping the makeup was covering the blush that she felt coming to her cheeks.

[babes, you're cheeks are brighter than rudolph's nose]

She quickly looked around and found a piece of cloth to throw at him

Minnie laughed, "You just sounded like one of those guys in movies and tries to woo the bartender in a really gross way."

"Did you just call me gross?" The rapper chuckled, putting the cloth to the side.

[PLEASE HADBAJHDUIAFILFIFHU]

"I called what you said gross," she defended herself,

[you enjoyed it, don't even try to deny it]

sending him a bright grin before they had to start filming and acting seriously.

Hoshi had come to visit the trio on set, and the camera found all four of them outside, lost in a conversation.

"Watching them shoot in person," the performance team leader explained, "gets me really excited. I kept watching through the monitor and wow..." He stopped for a second, letting his last words linger in the air as the trio continued to look at him in anticipation. "Now with the last scene I watched, I noticed how good Minnie and Wonwoo look together on camera," he suddenly mentioned, making the trio chuckle.

[why are the members so straight forward hahahaha]

[i mean... i'm definitely NOT complaining]

Minnie, who was standing next to Wonwoo, her arms wrapped around his right arm, leaned into his shoulder, trying to hide her smile.

[this is minnie privilege]

[she's constantly hanging on his arm]

[i get it though, i literally wouldn't let go of those arms either]

"Thank you, Hoshi," she smiled at him.

For their special performance video for Bittersweet, Mingyu, Wonwoo, and Minnie were dressed up in nicer clothing, with the guys in dress pants and button-ups and the girl in a skirt and pretty top. To accentuate her legs, the stylist gave her some knee-high boots that made it harder for her to walk. Her waddles made Minnie giggle as she made her way towards the other two members that had already taken place in front of the bar set.

[she looks so cute, but i feel so sorry for her having to walk in these]

Once she came to view, Mingyu started laughing as well and tapped Wonwoo's legs before motioning for him to turn around and look at the female dancer.

"Are you okay?" Wonwoo wondered, getting up to offer his arm to help her walk.

Minnie nodded, "Yeah," and chuckled to herself, "The shoes are just really hard to walk in."

"Why are you wearing them then?" Her fellow '97 Liner wanted to know, moving to the side slightly as the director asked for the girl to be in the middle of both men.

The female grinned, "Because they look good."

[HAHAHAHA SAME]

Her comment made Wonwoo shake his head.

[he's so done with her hahahah]

While Mingyu got called out to get his makeup touched up, the older rapper and Minnie got instructions for the shooting of the video,

"And I was thinking that we could put Minnie up here," pointing to the bar, "So you'd sit on the counter."

"With that skirt?" Wonwoo immediately asked, making the girl smile,

[OH OH OH]

[wonwoo going into his protective boyfriend mode]

"You can't see anything," she assured him and agreed to get up on the counter. A staff member offered to get them a stool, but the '96 Liner stopped him. In the next moment, he had his hands on Minnie's hips, and she had hers on his shoulders, as they nodded to each other before she bent her knees slightly, ready to jump, and he raised her up to put her down onto the counter.

[*clearing my throat* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

[WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUUCKK]

The rapper continued to stand in front of her while she tried to pull her skirt down as good as possible and crossed her legs to sit more elegantly.

[literally perfect bf material]

[it's giving timothee chalamet and saoirse ronan and I AM LOVING THIS]

Once she was done, Wonwoo stepped aside and took a seat on the stool to her left.

honestly, just them talking is so cute

Minnie saw Mingyu and Wonwoo in front of the cameraman for their Inside Seventeen episode and decided to sneak up on them, stopping a few centimetres behind them.

"Mingyu promised to buy us something delicious," the '96 Liner explained to the camera, getting a glimpse of the female member out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and motioned for her to come closer, taking a small step to the side, so she would fit in between them.

"What do you want to eat?" Mingyu asked him, realising Minnie was next to him after the words had left his lips.

Wonwoo directed his attention to the girl, brushing a hand over her head, "What do you want?"

[help, i just threw myself down the stairs]

She looked up at him, "I get to decide?" Making him nod, and the younger rapper agreed,

"Anything you want."

[not wonnie, BUT MY GOD MINGYU]

[i'd give him head right then and there ngl]

She sent a proud grin to the camera.

[SHE KNOWS SHE HAS BOTH OF THEM WRAPPED AROUND HER FINGER, YESSS]

"Today, we're wearing our outfits from the music video," Minnie explained to the camera while the staff and members were getting ready for the pre-recording behind her. "I really like this comeback and the style of-" her talk was interrupted when suddenly a blanket was thrown over her upper body. Turning to the side, Wonwoo was standing next to her with a grin on his lips.

"What was that for?" She grabbed the piece of fabric and was about to remove it, but his hands were quick and pulled it up higher again, tightening it around her chest,

[ eyes ]

"You must be cold." His comment was directed towards the rather small vest she was wearing.

[part 2 of wonwoo in his protective boyfriend mode]

[GOOD EXCUSE WONWOO]

Minnie didn't get the hint right away, so she just shook her head and tried to get rid of the blanket one more time,

"No, not really. I'm good." But again, his hands came up to hold it tightly in place, this time, not letting go as he held onto it,

[he really isn't letting go, I CAN'T]

"I'm sure you're really cold. It's okay, I'll hold it for you." They shared a second in silence, with their eyes interlocked, and finally, Minnie got it, making her laugh out loud as she tried to get his hands off the fabric. With no luck though since the rapper was by far stronger than her, so she just gave in with a sigh. With a nod, she turned to the camera again,

"I hope you enjoy it, Carats."

[oh, we're enjoying everything here very much, don't worry minnie]

The cameraman suddenly filmed a new figure coming to the Hip Hop unit's photo shoot for Esquire. It was quickly revealed to be Minnie as she took off her mask and greeted the camera,

"Hello," she smiled, "How are you?"

[cuutiiee]

Before she could say anything more, Vernon's voice was heard from behind the camera, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to support you. Only you," she grinned and waddled her way forward, closer to him to engulf him in a hug. The '98 Liner stared at the camera perplexed as he made his body completely stiff, not giving into the show of affection.

[no wonnie moment, BUT I LOVE THEM]

[they're literally siblings and i love this duo so much]

"Wonwoo!"

[younger brother quickly getting the boyfriend]

He suddenly called out, making the girl raised her head at the mention of her partner's name. She peaked past the younger member and found the rapper coming closer to the duo, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion,

"What are you doing here?" The repetition of Vernon's question made the two younger members chuckle.

[why are vernon and wonwoo sometimes the same person?]

"Can I not just show up to support you guys?" Minnie whined, glancing at both men, who kept a straight face.

[FR, SUPPORTIVE GIRLFRIEND]

Wonwoo kept on nagging her, "Support us during a photo shoot?" To which she nodded her head proudly.

"You might need it, who knows."

[damn]

The '96 Liner chuckled and took a step closer, so they'd be in a smaller frame together, "What are you really doing here?" Lost in their conversation, they didn't realise that Vernon had left them alone.

Minnie sighed, "I left my keys at home," stretching her hand out, palm up. Wonwoo looked down, looked back up at her, only to look down again and slap his hand on hers, giving her a low-five.

[BRO, WONWOO]

"Too bad," he shrugged, making the girl look at him with an open mouth,

[he's so funny when he doesn't even try to be]

"What do you mean 'too bad'? I'm asking you very kindly to give me your keys," his hand came up to tap her chin at her cute antics, but she squirmed away with a smile the second he touched her,

[STOP, WHAT WAS THAT]

[DID YOU GUYS SEE THIS?!]

[PLEASE, HE'S SO IN LOVE]

"So I can go home."

A voice coming through the speakers, telling the members of the hip hop unit to get back in front of the camera, interrupted the couple.

Wonwoo grinned, "Oh, I have to go back," and turned his back to Minnie, but not before getting a hold of her hand and shaking it to comfort her. The female dancer kept her gaze on his silhouette as he walked away from her.

[minnie, hello?]

[her eyes are GLUED on him, jeez]

She took a deep breath, "You know," she started, slowly turning towards the camera, "Carats always ask what it's like to live with the members. This is what it's like. It's great." And sent the viewers a bright, sarcastic grin.

[oh stop it, you love it]

[and you love him]

wonwoo loves dino a lot, but minnie loves him more

The members were taking a break from filming their music video to 'Rock With You' with everyone sitting at different places on the set. Minnie was between Dino and Wonwoo, her head on Wonwoo's shoulder as she joined him in watching what he was doing on his phone.

[i for real could do another video of just them in the background of videos]

[there's so much content]

[LOOK AT THEM]

[such cuties]

Next to the couple, Joshua was taking pictures of the maknae, just like he asked him to. As he went through the pictures, commenting on some of them, the '95 Liner asked him,

"You can feel my effort, right? And my love." To which the rapper's ear perked up,

"No one loves Dino as much as I do." To which the youngest laughed.

The girl raised her head from its position and opened her mouth,

"I love him more." Making Dino laugh even more.

[and the married couple's fight begins]

"No, I do," Wonwoo argued back. Minnie distanced herself from him, scooting closer to the maknae to rest her head on his shoulder,

"Nope, I love him the most," slinging her arms around his torso to give him a tight hug.

[SHE REALLY LOVES DINO SO MUCH]

[petition: wonnie as dino's parents]

WHENEVER WONWOO DOES THIS

The female member was sitting on the floor after their long practice for their Golden Disc Award performance. The camera was filming her for their Inside Seventeen episode, making her look up once she noticed, sending a cute wave and blowing a kiss towards it.

[why am i blushing?]

She jolted when someone suddenly grabbed her head and started shaking it, making her chuckle - she knew immediately who it was.

[NO]

[NO, SHUT UP]

[THERE ARE SO MANY MOMENTS, BUT THIS ONE TAKES THE FIRST PLACE]

[HE'S SO AFFECTIONATE]

Her suspicion was confirmed once Wonwoo sat down next to her, placing the energy drink he was drinking on the floor.

The cameraman was still in the same place, and Minnie smiled, pointing at it, "The camera is jealous now." The rapper knew he was talking to her. "Because you did that to me but not to it."

[thank you minnie bc i genuinely was jealous]

The corners of his lips curled as he reached forward, pretending to get a hold of the lens and started shaking it the same way he would always do.

The members were standing on the side of the practice room, watching Vernon's dance break and rewarded him with a round of applause as soon as he was done. They got up from the floor and were making their way back into the middle. Wonwoo stopped in front of the cameraman, reaching out with his hands to grab the lens, shaking it in his usual style. Since Minnie was right behind him, she stopped with a smile, which was revealed once he freed the camera from his hold again and stepped aside.

[sigh...]

[it's either him looking at her with heart eyes or she's doing it]

[can't they please just look at each other?!]

He caught the girl's glance from the corner of his eye and turned towards her, leaving the couple to smile at each other.

[THANK YOU]

Just a second later, Wonwoo had his hands on Minnie's head, doing the same thing he just did to the camera, making her laugh out loud.

[anybody wanna go jump into the river... from the bridge... with my car...]

Her hands came up to grasp his, trying to push them away while her giggles filled their ears.

[and that was my last straw, thank you very much]

minnie’s live 220901

minnie in gose

more content of

A/N: thank you to everyone who has been adding things to my Google form (still open for a possible part 2) that I was able to include here :)

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sweetiesicheng · 4 months ago

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wonwoo - all-nighter

word count : 532

happy happy birthday to wonu >.<

as you go through some flashcards, you feel someone tap the top of your head. you turn your head around and see your boyfriend standing behind you. you put the flash cards down and take your earbuds out. "what are you doing here?" you whisper.

"you didn't answer my texts, so i came to check up on you," wonwoo answers. "it's almost three," he mentions.

"i'm already set on staying up, so don't try to take me back to my dorm," you say to him.

wonwoo sighs and walks away to pull up a nearby chair. you resume studying while wonwoo sits down next to you. he takes his tablet out of his backpack and starts working on something, most likely something for one of his projects.

after you finish going through your flashcards, you go through a few sections of your notes. you peek at the time, realizing how committed you are to pulling an all-nighter. then, you look over at wonwoo, who is editing photos and watching an episode of a show via spilt screen.

wonwoo glances up and notices you looking at him. "yes?"

"just wanted to see what you're up to," you reply.

"i have photos to submit for class," he mentions while starting to work again. "i know i'm your handsome boyfriend but get back to studying," he says to you.

"i can't help it. you're a distraction," you say to him. he smiles and reaches forward to kiss your cheek. you face forward again and start studying again, pulling out more notecards and writing new flashcards to help you study later.

—

after awhile, you manage to finish studying all of the material you had planned on looking over. the wooden chair is not helping your body, so you stretch your arms and sigh in relief. you look out of a window and notice that the sky had brightened up a bit, but it was still before sunrise.

you look over at wonwoo, who is still on his tablet. you peek over and see him no longer working on editing but just watching a show. wonwoo notices you and pushes you away, trying to get you to study again. you lean towards him again, but he pushes you away again.

"i'm done studying," you mention.

he takes one of his earbuds out, "do you want to head home?" he asks.

"at this point, we might as well get breakfast at the dining hall," you reply.

"it's too early still. let's go to your dorm, and i'll cook breakfast for us. you should get some sleep," he says to you.

"but you haven't slept yet either. you need to sleep," you say to him.

"i don't have class today. that's why i came to the library to find you in the first place," he explains. "come on, let's go."

you two pack up and leave the library. the dining hall isn't too far away, and you see a few runners going through their routes around campus as you walk together.

"hey," you call out to wonwoo, "thanks for keeping me company."

wonwoo smiles, "no problem. glad i could be with you," he says and kisses your cheek.

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babyleostuff · 9 months ago

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PHOTOGRAPH | JEON WONWOO

based on "photograph" by Ed Sheeran

SYNOPSIS | Wonwoo knew dating as an idol would be almost impossible, yet he was ready to take the risk. Unfortunately, you were the definition of "right person, wrong time". PAIRING | idol!wonwoo x fem!reader GENRE | angst WORD COUNT| 2.8k

natalia's note | this is wonwoo's pov from this fic, though it can be read as a stand alone

Wonwoo never cared about relationships - he thought goodmorning texts were overrated, planning dates seemed too tiresome, and he didn’t see the appeal of letting someone else wear his hoodies and sweaters. Besides, he was too busy with work and it was hard to focus on anything else than the neverending schedules. He couldn’t remember the last time he got more than five hours of sleep.

At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

Dating in the industry was hell on earth, he knew that. Wonwoo had witnessed careers end and lifes get destroyed just because people fell in love. So, he made a promise to himself that that would never happen to him - he wouldn’t allow himself to fall for anyone, and spare himself the trouble of a broken heart and a ruined career. He didn’t care that he had no one to cuddle at night, no one to hug, no one to kiss, no one to call during tour.

And then you came, and changed his entire world. You became his everything, his little ray of sunshine - you were the first person he looked for in the crowd during their concerts, the first person he ran to on the backstage, the first person he called after they won an award. For the first time in his life he felt complete.

“I’m sorry. It wouldn’t have worked out either way.”

He didn't even want to imagine the look on your face when he said it. Through the fucking phone.

Wonwoo was on the verge of throwing up, but he knew that if he didn’t end it now, he’d never do it. He spent the last week crying before falling asleep from exhaustion in the night, and quickly wiping the tears that rolled down his cheeks during the day - he knew what he had to do, or both of your lives would get destroyed, and that’s something he’d never be able to live with.

“Wonwoo, can I talk to you?” He didn’t know what to expect when their manager approached him in the middle of their rehearsal, but he definitely didn’t expect to hear that he had to break up with you, or his work and your safety would be on the line.

Wonwoo pulled the phone back from his ear, and with a shaky finger pressed the red button.

That would be the last time he’d ever talk to you.

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still

Wonwoo didn’t bother with picking up his suitcase from the trunk, he knew Mingyu would pick it up for him. It generally seemed that he couldn’t be bothered with anything other than drinking himself into oblivion and crying until he passed out from exhaustion ever since he broke up with you. All of that just so he'd try to erase every possible memory he had of you together.

With heavy shoulders, and a headache, Wonwoo shut the door to his room behind him, enveloping himself in the darkness. Usually, you’d already be there, dressed in one of his hoodies, lying on his side of the bed because you fell asleep while waiting for him. He’d tuck you in, making sure you were warm and comfortable, before he’d take a quick shower and unpack some of his stuff, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it in the morning.

The absence of you in his bed didn't hurt as much as what he saw on his bookshelves and desk, though - countless photos of you from trips, nights spent together in your apartment, photos from parties with the guys and their girlfriends, and pictures he took especially with you in mind.

His favourite one had to be the one from Japan, when you and the rest of the seventeen girlfriends flew out to Tokyo and surprised them after they won the daesang. You were all huddled on the floor of the hotel room, trying to fit in the picture, as all of you had your arms wrapped around each other, smiles on your faces. Wonwoo could practically hear your laughter, as DK almost knocked the table down, because Seungkwan pushed him to be sure he’d be in the frame.

“Move your ass, I want to be in the picture!” Seungwan yelled, digging his elbow into Seokmin's stomach.

“You are, you idiot. Can’t you see that half of your face is in the frame? Stop hitting me!” DK yelled back, pushing Seungwan in return.

Neither of you knew what was ahead of you at the time, and Wonwoo couldn’t stand the look of love in your eyes, he couldn’t stand the way he was shamelessly staring at you with nothing but adoration, like none of the other twenty people in the picture existed.

“Fuck!” Wonwoo yelled, slamming the photo against the floor, breaking the glass.

“Wonwoo, are you okay?” Mingyu knocked on his door a second later, making him wonder how long his friend had been standing there. “Just leave me alone,” Wonwoo said, his voice breaking, as the first tears started falling. He was surprised he was still able to cry, considering how much he was doing that for the past few days.

“Leave me… alone.”

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone

“I miss you.”

Wonwoo couldn’t see your face, but he knew you were pouting. He giggled to himself, and nuzzled his face further into the pillow like a lovesick teenager, smashing his glasses against his face in the process.

“I miss you too, baby,” he said, picking up his phone from the bed, as if it would make him feel any closer to you. “But I’ll be home in a week.” A week too long.

He could hear you sigh angrily, as you started your usual rant about why overseas schedules shouldn’t be longer than five days, giving him a recap of the list you have written down in your notes app. “You can laugh as much as you want, Jeon Wonwoo, but I’m suffering here.”

There was nothing else for him but to laugh at your sulking tone, he loved how you didn’t have any limits when it came to him and dissing his schedules. “Do you have the book I gave you before I left?” Wonwoo asked, and immediately heard some shuffling, as if you were getting up from the bed.

“Of course, but I’m not in the mood for reading,” you sighed. To be honest, you were rarely in the mood for reading - you preferred being read to. Specifically by Wonwoo. Definitely not because you were addicted to his deep and velvety voice, at least that's what you were telling him.

Wonwoo knew better.

“Go get it and open it,” Wonwoo said with a soft smile on his lips, laughing when he heard your annoyed groan.

He waited patiently for you to find the book and discover a photo booth picture you thought you had lost a while ago. You took it on one of your first dates, and Wonwoo knew how much you loved that photo, so he was over the moon when he found it laying under the bookshelf when he was cleaning your room.

“How? What? Wonwoo?” you gasped, and he couldn’t help but laugh at your surprised reaction.

“I found it some time ago, but forgot to tell you.”

He heard you sigh quietly, and from what he could judge it wasn’t a happy sigh. “Now I feel even more alone.”

“Baby,” Wonwoo murmured, his tone matching your sad one. “We only have a week left, you won’t even notice when I’ll be back.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

And if you hurt me That's okay, baby, only words bleed Inside these pages, you just hold me And I won't ever let you go

“You said you’d be home!”

This wasn’t how the evening was supposed to go, not at all. You had been planning this date for a while now - it wasn’t anything big, just a homemade dinner and a movie, but any moment spent together was special for you, so it didn’t really matter what you did. And what could be better than to prepare a nice meal together and then eat it cuddled under fluffy blankets, while watching a bad movie you could both make fun of.

If only Wonwoo’s practice didn’t run late.

“I’m sorry, but I told you my phone ran out of battery," he said, pointing at his dead phone helplessly. “And we really were busy, baby. You know how the comeback season is,” he sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends.

“I know, but if you really cared about me you’d make sure to at least text me. I was waiting for four hours Wonwoo, it’s literally 1 am!” You said, your tone getting angrier and angrier.

Wonwoo understood why you were angry, he wasn't surprised, but he thought that maybe you would be a little more understanding. On the other hand, he knew how much you were looking forward to this date, he was waiting for it himself, and the fact that he didn't even text you certainly didn't make the situation better.

“Sweetheart, please,” he tried reaching for your hand, but the second his fingers touched yours you pulled away.

“You're a bad boyfriend Wonwoo, you ditched me like I was nothing.”

Your voice was full of venom and Wonwoo couldn't help the slight pain he felt in his chest. Your words when you were angry always hurt him like hell, but he didn't expect to hear something like that. He knew you didn't mean it, of course you didn't - you were angry, tired, hungry, and Wonwoo knew it was pointless to blame you for your words. He loved you too much to do it.

But before he could say anything, he felt your arms around his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Wonwoo. I didn’t mean it, I’m so stupid,” you mumbled into his neck. “I love you, I’m sorry,” you kept repeating.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he ran his hand over your arm, cradling the back of your head with the other. “We both messed up a bit, but it’s okay, baby.”

“I'm just afraid that one day I'll say something stupid enough to make you leave me,” you whispered, as if you were afraid that if you said it a little louder, your words would become true.

"Just hold me, baby, and I promise I'll never let you go."

Now Wonwoo would give anything to hear even the worst insults about him from you. He tilted the glass to his mouth, which turned out to be empty - just like the whiskey bottle he had taken from Mingyu, not that the younger minded. Or maybe he did, but Wonwoo didn't care much. He snorted and put the empty glass on the night table, from which he took a photo framed in a black frame instead.

Your faces were covered with a white face masks and your heads were adorned with pink cat headbands, and even though you were definitely too close to the camera, to the point where the photo was blurry and unclear, Wonwoo could still see your wide smile perfectly.

It was from the date Wonwoo surprised you with a few days after your failed one. It was one of the best nights of his life.

Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

“You know my ex boyfriend got me this, right?” You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him sceptically.

“Baby, you were sixteen then,” Wonwoo flicked your nose. "I will not be jealous of your great love at the age of sixteen."

You muttered something under your breath, frowning at him adorably. “If you want, I can buy you a new one,” he said, pointing to your necklace.

“No,” you muttered, not looking at him. Cute. "I like it."

"Exactly, so stop whining and let me put the picture in," he couldn't help but smile as he looked at the photo of himself in your necklace, resting right above your heart.

“You picked out the worst picture of me there is, I hate you,” you groaned, hitting your head against his chest.

“Well, I love it, and that’s what matters. Now,” Wonwoo grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. "I’ll always be with you."

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost back on Sixth street Hearing you whisper through the phone "Wait for me to come home"

Wonwoo looked around his bedroom with droopy eyes (was it from crying, alcohol or tiredness he didn't know), which less than three weeks ago was full of life - full of you.

The knowledge that he would never see you again weighed on him like a stone on his heart, but even so - Wonwoo didn’t want to forget you, no matter how much it hurt. He wasn't even sure he could even if he wanted to, you were present in every corner of this room - your pillow still smelled of your perfume, there were your skincare products on his desk, which you never kept in the bathroom for some reason, and your sweater was still lying on the back of the chair in the corner because you were too lazy to put it in the wardrobe.

Wonwoo grabbed his phone with a trembling hand, its screen lighting up and displaying a wallpaper with a photo of you that he took right before he left for the tour. You were in bed, your hair messy and dishevelled, your eyes still closed and your lips in a sweet pout - you didn't even know he took the photo, but Wonwoo couldn't help himself.

"Won, you said you'd wake me up," you mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow and duvet that covered almost your entire head.

“But you're not sleeping,” he said quietly with a smile, brushing strands of hair from your face.

You murmured something, pulling the covers over your head. Wonwoo couldn't help but laugh at your silly antics - he loved how clingy you got whenever he had to leave early in the mornings, you were like a cuddly teddy bear that wanted all the hugs in the world. “You know what I mean. I wanted to help you get ready to leave,” you complained from under the covers.

"I love you, baby, and I love it when you help me, but right now I'd much rather have you get some sleep."

“But I'm going to miss you,” you groaned, poking your head out from under the covers.

“It's only a week and a half,” he said and kissed your forehead gently.

Unconsciously, Wonwoo raised his fingers to his lips. Was that really your last kiss?

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, running a hand over his face. There was one more thing he had left of you - your voicemails. With a shaky finger he pressed on the last voicemail you sent him, a day before he broke up with you. The second he heard your voice it was like he magically sobered up - his mind was clear as day, and it immediately took him back in time to when the only thing he looked forward to was coming home to you.

"Hi baby, I know you’re sleeping already, but I just wanted to record a little message, so you have something nice to wake up to. These first few days apart are so hard, I really miss you, especially at night. I got so used to our little bedtime routine that the house feels so quiet and empty without you, like something is missing, you know? You’re going to call me a hypocrite, but you know what else I’m missing right now? The light from your computer when you game late at night and I can’t sleep because of it. Or how I have to beg for you to come to bed for at least two hours, before you finally do. (laugh). I really do miss your bed hair, though. Now with them being so long too, you look so cute. (laugh)."

"But you know, last night, and don’t make fun of me, but I had to put on your hoodie to sleep because I missed your smell, I thought about the first time you left for tour since we got together. I remember how you walked me home after our date because it was late, and you were so adorably awkward. You still are. Anyways, we stood under that lamppost right by my house, and we were talking for a bit, and I remember how sad I was that you had to leave. I know you were too but didn’t want to show it, my strong baby. And then you kissed me. (pause) I will always remember how you kissed me under that lamppost. And how you said “wait for me to come home”. "

"I’ll always wait for you, Wonwoo. No matter what."

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yaeverse · 5 months ago

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Dinner Date | j.ww

pairing: class president! wonwoo x playgirl!reader

summary: going on a date with your class president who actually have had a secret crush on you for a while

warnings: slight nsfw, fluff, a few wet kisses

a/n: helloo nyxies, i'm still new to writing so deepest apologies if there some grammatical errors found in my fanfic. anyways, enjoyyy

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You could say you were hell ass surprised when he asked you out to dinner after winning the school art competition. Your class president, Jeon Wonwoo, also known as the campus heartthrob had a secret crush on you for sometime now. The man was undeniably handsome, hot, smart and basically a walking wet dream that had every girl or boy drooling over him

Walking and pacing around your room, figuring out on what to wear, making sure to not look like you're whoring yourself on your first date with Wonwoo, your mind brings you back to the moment he asked you out.

(flashback)

"y/n, will you go on a date with me..?" he asks as he looks at you with a stoic face. Wonwoo actually had this all planned in his head but things didn't really go as well as he thought it would, "I'll pick you up later at seven.." he continues, leaving no space for rejection.

(end of flashback)

"Dammit, Jeon Wonwoo.. you got me nervous over a date.." you sigh, deciding on wearing a turtleneck croptop partnered with a skirt. Yeah, you've had your past relationships and flings, but oh damn, did Wonwoo got you this nervous.

Hearing your phone ring, you immediately sat up answering the call.

"Hey.." you said,

"I'm outside.." he says in a husky voice, sending shivers down your spine,

"Alright, I'm heading out.."

This was absolutely the very first moment of you being nervous of stepping out your apartment. I mean, we are talking of Jeon Wonwoo, who wouldn't be nervous.

Stepping out your door, your eyes meet Wonwoo's gaze as he stands awestruck at your beauty.

"You look.." he stutters, "beautiful, y/n.."

"oh hey, we're twinning!" you smile excitingly at the adorable coincident

He stares at you, his heart fluttering at the sight of your smile. You had quite a reputation around campus, 'Playgirl Y/N', but couldn't care less. He just saw you for who you are.

The drive was comfortably quiet. Exchanging a few glances and questions to lift the awkward tension.

"so, congrats on winning earlier.." he says, glancing in your direction,

"thanks" you smiled back, "i never thought i'd win, i messed up a few paints due to nervousness.."

"what are you talking about?" he lightly chuckles, turning the steering wheel as he talks with you, "yours was the best one there, so of course you'd win.."

You can't help but smile at his words. "thank you, wonwoo.."

After a few minutes drive, you two finally arrive.

"We're here" he says, stepping out of the driver's seat to open your door

You can't help but your eyes widen and mouth drop in agape at how beautiful, and to say expensive the place looks. He really went all out for a first date, and you think you don't deserve this kind of treatment.

"Let's go..?" he asks, guiding you by your waist, "don't be nervous, y/n, be yourself.."

"Y-you didn't really have to do all this..." you look up to meet his gaze

"Well, I wanted to"

Dinner was mostly filled with a few exchanged talks and warm conversations. Getting to know each other, and finding a few interesting facts that none of the two of you thought to be possibly real.

Spending time and getting to know him made you realize that he is everything you could ask for a guy. After having failed relationships, and jumping from one guy to another, you finally conclude that Jeon Wonwoo is YOUR TYPE OF MAN. You now can see why almost everyone in campus say the he's the perfect ideal boyfriend a girl can ever ask. He's a complete gentleman, smart, handsome, hot, a walking wet dream, like everything. You just know that after this date, you will never be the same. You could already feel the effects this guy has over you.

"Did you enjoy the dinner, y/n?" he asks,

"Of course, I did," you smile, as you took out your wallet "Oh- I can pay the dinner-"

"You're not paying dinner, princess," he chuckled, gently pushing your hand back to yourself, "I already payed anyways.."

"Y-you're too much, won.." you smile warmly at him,

"Nothing's too much, y/n," he smiles back, "You ready to go home..?"

You nod and as a gentleman he is, he escorts you outside, holding your waist. The warmth of his palm on your waist was enough to send butterflies bursting to your stomach, making your heartbeat crazy.

"So, uh, this is goodnight i guess.." he mumbles as he walks you to your door, "good night, y/n..."

"wait-" you pause, realizing what you just said

"yes..?" he immediately looked back, giving you all his attention

he walks closer to you, leaning in as he sees your eyes laid on his lips, making him chuckle.

"my eyes are up here, princess.." he smirked, "may i..?"

No words came out but you just nodded. He slowly leans in. Your heart beats in anticipation as you close your eyes, ready to feel his lips on yours.

But, oh damn, was he soft like feather.

You tensed up feeling his lips on yours. 'Get a grip, y/n, it's not like it's your first time kissing someone' you mentally scold yourself. You then feel his hand settle on your waist as the other settles behind your neck, pulling you closer to him.

You two pause for a moment to catch your breaths as he rested his forehead on yours. You smiled, and you know he's smiling as well. He then leans in again with more affection.

"Mmhh.." you hear him moan to the kiss as he swiftly licks your lower lip, begging to get in. With pleasure, you open your lips partly and he slide his tongue in immediately.

You two get lost in the moment, feeling waves of pleasure and adrenaline rush through every inch of your body at the sensation of his tongue dancing with yours. His hand grip your neck a bit tighter as he pulls you closer to give him more access inside your mouth as he makes out with you.

The kiss slowly calms down as you two pull back, gasping for air, foreheads resting against each other.

"We're going for a second date then..?" he asks with a light chuckle, his thumb caressing your waist,

"You're a good kisser, by the way.." you laugh, "And yes, a second date would be fucking great.."

He pecks your lips as he replies, "Next time, you'll receive more than a kiss, princess.."

Your face becomes a blushing mess as he smirked at your reaction

"W-Wonwoo...!" you whine playfully as you hit his chest,

"God, I'll make you scream my name next time.." he smirked, chuckling in a low tone,

"See you around, princess..." he greets you goodbye as he drives his car away

You just know that there'll be no more next guy after Wonwoo.

And you just know that in the next date, you'll end up being unable to walk

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seventeenreasonswhy · 1 month ago

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Super Shy ~ A JWW School-Life Romance Pt. 3

Star Athlete!Wonwoo x Shy Wallflower!Reader

Jeon Wonwoo... THE Jeon Wonwoo is... paying attention to you!?

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Read Part 1 + Part 2

Series content: fluff, first crush plot line, school-life anime vibes, slow burn/yearning, some light angst, classmates to friends to lovers, fem reader, reader is ~*super shy*~ and has low self-esteem, reader is kind of bullied (?), sweetie pie Wonwoo, appearances by Choi Hansol and more!, all characters are in high school so no explicit content (but probably kissing eventually).

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Author’s note: Thank you to everyone who has read, reblogged, and liked this little series so far! This part reveals more about Y/N’s interests and talents, which she’s afraid to share because she is insecure! But not for long with sweet Jeon Wonwoo around. Also she has a fictional younger sister named Daehee (not after anyone in particular, I just like that name). 😉 These two are so innocent and cute, I’m having such fun writing them! Enjoy!!

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“Whoa you’re going all out on that, Y/N—”

Your younger sister, Daehee, had come down for breakfast with her bangs still in curlers, wearing her school uniform shirt over her Hello Kitty pajama pants. She was watching you as you concentrated on preparing various dishes at the stove. A thin omelet, grilled shishito peppers, vegetable tempura; it was pretty simple stuff, but you’d developed an urge to create aesthetically pleasing lunches these days.

You couldn’t really explain it, although somewhere in your heart you knew it probably had something to do with Jeon Wonwoo.

For the past week, Jean Wonwoo had been spending lunch on the roof alone with you.

The two of you barely exchanged words, really. Your longest conversation probably lasted only a few minutes. But not for Wonwoo’s lack of trying! You still wondered why he was spending his lunchtime up there at all—even more so why would he keep trying to strike up conversations with you? You guessed he really was just that nice. But every time you were around him you couldn’t help clamming up somehow.

“Are you in any clubs, Y/N?” he’d asked you the other day, between bites of his kimbap.

“Uh, no...” you answered quietly, your nerves frazzled from your total lack of conversational skills.

“None of them appeal to you?”

“Uh, not really that...” you didn’t know how to answer him. You’d ended up just looking at him blankly, like a fool. However, nothing in his facial expression or his tone made you feel like you had to necessarily come up with an answer... But his gaze was intent, and you found it hard to hold onto for more than about three seconds.

“What do you do for fun? To relax?” he followed up breezily, “You’re the class mystery.”

“Um,” the odd self-consciousness you felt at being called ‘the class mystery’ aside, you couldn’t really think of anything to say to him.

Actually, there was one thing that came to mind... but it wasn’t something you’d ever shared with anyone. Your one ‘hobby.’ Though to you it felt more like... squeezing a stress ball. It was what you did when you needed to turn your brain off.

He wants to know what I do to relax?

You couldn’t say what compelled you, but you pulled out your phone and found the photo album you had saved of your miniature paintings.

You worked with acrylic paint on very small canvasses, using very fine, small brushes to create miniature floral designs, portraits, landscapes... Your style was incredibly detailed. You had hundreds of tiny canvasses in little boxes and frames all over your room. You took pictures of most of these tiny paintings when you finished. You had even recorded a couple of time-lapse videos, showing you creating them in fast motion. You’d never felt compelled to create a social media account to display or monetize them, though. You painted because it was what you had done since you were a preteen—the careful, methodical process of dabbing tiny paintbrushes into your carefully mixed colors, getting the tone and shading of a poppy flower’s petal on a tiny scale just right... For you, creating these paintings was like a meditative practice.

By some stroke of inspiration—or insanity—you handed your phone to Wonwoo. His face became visibly more curious as he took your phone carefully in his hands.

“Wowwww,” Wonwoo said, holding the screen closer to his face. He seemed absorbed in your phone—you even caught him zoom in on a few pictures. You could tell he was looking carefully through the album.

“You’re crazy talented!” he said after a while. He sounded genuinely impressed.

“No, haha,” you somehow laughed, coughed, and gasped at the same time, your heart accelerating out of embarrassment from his compliment.

“No, seriously—Y/N, these are really incredible!” he said. “They’re so detailed, and they’re so small! How do you even do that!?” His eyes were glued to your phone screen. A part of you was screaming inside, why on earth you would show these to him!? and urging you to snatch your phone right out of his hand, throw it over the side of the building even. You couldn’t believe that Wonwoo was seeing this, this... habit. And YOU had been the one to show him, of all things!

“I wouldn’t say they’re ‘incredible,’” you said, filling up with more and more anxiety over coming off as bragging or crossing some social boundary that you shouldn’t have crossed.

Wonwoo finally looked up from the screen, looking directly at you instead. You still couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, but you felt his eyes on you. After a long pause, you dared to glance up at him...

But he quickly looked away from you.

Ugh, I’m probably making him feel like he has to be super nice or something...

“Oh, whoa—a time-lapse?” He said, quickly recovering from the somewhat awkward moment when your eyes had met. But his stumbling across the most recent time-lapse video that you’d made prompted you to snap out of your reverie and bolt to grab your phone out of Wonwoo’s hands.

“Ah, don’t watch that!” you lunged for your phone, but Wonwoo reflexively pulled his hand away, surprised by your reaction but still effortlessly dodging your attempt. He smirked down at you, and your heart almost stopped.

“Why not?” he said, and the deep resonance of his voice made you realize how close your bodies were—you were practically sprawled over him after reaching for your phone, his face just inches from yours...

Your whole body seemed to flush a deep shade of red before you catapulted backward away from him. You could have sworn that you saw that Wonwoo smiling to himself, but you were so flustered and anxious about the way you’d completely invaded his personal space that you couldn’t think straight.

“I won’t watch it,” he said light-heartedly, smiling at you as he tossed your phone back to you. “But you are super talented, Y/N. Painting is such a unique skill, too.”

And just like that, he went back to eating his kimbap like nothing had happened. His relaxed, friendly tone mercifully neutralized the atmosphere, but you just stood there clutching your phone to your chest.

“It’s not that I’m embarrassed,” you started, even though you couldn’t look Wonwoo in the eye, “It’s just—I’ve never shared these paintings with anyone except my family...” Your heart kind of ached for some reason as you said this to Wonwoo, who just continued to look at you in silence. What on earth had compelled you to share that with him?

Agh, say something! You willed for this pause in conversation pass, but it didn’t seem to be budging.

“Thank you for showing me,” Wonwoo said at last. His low, gentle voice seemed to shoot directly into your bloodstream, flushing you an even deeper shade of red than you thought was humanly possible. You looked at him briefly, and something about the way he was looking back at you...

The moment had played over and over again like a movie in your head for the past few days. The directness of his gaze. The rich, sincere quality of his voice. The way he’d smiled to himself... you couldn’t stop thinking of that particular lunch hour.

Standing at the kitchen counter, Daehee watched you dip veggies in tempura batter and toss them in the pot of hot oil on the stove. You let your mind run through the questions it had been asking all week: why was he spending time with you like this? Did he lose a bet? Is there some kind of hidden camera prank you should be wary of? More than that, why was he being so nice?

“Hellooo, earth to Y/N! I said you’re really going to town on your lunches these days,” Daehee tried again to get a rise out of you.

“Oh,” you said, taking the last piece of tempura squash out of the oil. “I just like experimenting.” You weren’t lying, exactly—you did like exploring all kinds of different food and dishes. Cooking was fun to you, different from the calm of painting.

You would be lying if you said that an added bonus wasn’t Wonwoo noticing and complimenting your work.

You liked it when he praised you. It felt like he meant it.

No one could be that good at faking sincerity, could they?

You couldn’t help but hear that small voice in the back of your head, doubting Wonwoo’s intentions.

But he hadn’t done anything other than come up to the roof during lunch this week, mostly just eating in silence with you—the two of you simply looking out at the sky...

But after you had shown him your paintings...

Maybe it was since then that you had started to put more effort into your lunches.

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yuzukult · 2 years ago

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crush (m) | masterlist

title: crush pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader/oc (ft. seokmin) genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, mechanic!wonwoo, racecar driver!dk, racecar driver!wonwoo, strangers to lovers wc: pending summary: warnings: eventual smut, profanity, mentions of sex in some chapters

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | ongoing

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shiicheol · 5 months ago

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silent converstions ~ 2

‣ pairing: jeon wonwoo x oc

‣ summary: Maxine found comfort in regularly sending messages to the number of her deceased ex, seeing no harm in it—until she received a response from a persistent stranger named Wonwoo. What are the chances of forming a connection with this unexpected stranger? How will their story unfold?

‣ genre: strangers to lovers. angst.

‣ chapters:

one

‣ disclaimer: The ideas and personalities depicted in this Alternate Universe (AU) do not reflect the actual views or characteristics of the artists. Their names are used purely as placeholders. Please remember that these stories are fictional and do not represent reality. Thank you!

NOTE: Text messages are in italics, while non-italicized text represents thoughts and narration

Wonwoo's POV

Texting Stranger

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for being a bother. I'm sorry because you have to put up with a stranger persistent enough to message a person who is no longer here.

What life do you live that makes it feel like you should apologize for grieving?

Texting Stranger

Please, don't respond anymore. You will never hear from me again. Thank you for your time.

There's so much I want to say but in respect to you, I will hold back.

No messages from you? I said to myself, as I observed the lockscreen of my device.

I'll assume that you're in the process of moving on. I hope you're doing well wherever and whoever you may be.

However, as if one cue, the name of the Unknown sender had flashed on my screen again.

Texting Stranger

Hi, love. I told myself that I'll stop messaging you but here I am with a bottle of alcohol and a million emotions running through my heart.

I remember you used to commend me for having exceptionally good typing skills despite being drunk. It once used to be a memory I hold dear to my heart but now the thought of it wrecks me in unimaginable ways.

I was fine. I've been fine. Or maybe I thought I was.

How can I ever be fine, right? How is it possible for me to move on? You've managed to move on but why can't I do the same?

Fuck.

I'm rambling again, aren't I? I remember every time I would be in talkative mode, you would interrupt me and it would lead to an argument. Believe it or not, I miss it so much.

Please, love, stop me from rambling again. I promise I won't get mad at you. Just, please.

I don't know you personally but why do I feel your pain?

Texting Stranger

Can I call? Please?

Her message had been surprising, yet my response was beyond me. The next thing I knew, I was waiting for the call, not hesitating to click the answer button, as if the panic i had felt previously had been abandoned.

As soon as I picked up the phone, a sense of regret flashed through me as I was met with mere silence at the end of the line.

I thought that maybe she had fallen asleep.

Seconds passed.

Minutes passed.

Nothing.

I released a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding upon realizing the possibility of her being in a drunken state.

"Hmmm," I heard a soft groan from my device just as I was about to click the end button.

I looked at it with wide eyes, waiting for her to speak again.

"Love... I miss you, love," the voice slurred out.

"P-please, come back," said the soft voice again.

I couldn't seem to do anything but listen.

That was until I heard a whimper.

"Shhhhh," I tried soothing her.

What could I do, right? What can I say?

For a time, it became a cycle. She would repeat words such as "Love." "I miss you." "Please, come back." Then I would try to calm her down.

Until she asked a question that caught me off guard.

"C-can you please sing me a song like before?" She said with a voice that showed zero signs of sobriety.

Me? Sing? That was something kept private between me and the confines of my own space.

"Please."

But declining would be too selfish when I know the state she was already in.

I sigh.

With no second thought, I started humming a lullaby.

"I can't hear you." she slurred.

With another sigh, I made my voice louder but not too much for it to disturb next-door neighbors.

Just when I was about to finish singing the 3rd song, I heard silent snores from the other end of the line.

I released another breath of relief I realize I was holding.

I looked at the clock and it read, 4:30 am.

We've been on call for 2 hours.

I considered ending the call but it didn't feel right. I thought of staying the entire time but it didn't feel right either.

So after much contemplation, I decided to wait 20 minutes before hanging up.

That way, I'll know that she's in the middle of her deep sleep.

As I waited for time to pass by, I wondered why I was doing this in the first place.

I'm not one to do favors for others.

I'm not one to do phone calls late at night.

I'm not one to sing a song.

I'm not one to empathize.

But why?

I would say out of pity but is it really?

If it was simply out of pity, I would feel nothing but sorry for her.

So, why?

Why do I care so much?

Why do I feel the need to be there for her?

Why do I want her to feel happy?

Why does it hurt when I hear her cry even though I don't know who she is?

Why?

Why do I see myself in her?

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lilithaban · 2 years ago

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Dominance

pairings: jeon wonwoo x female reader

— filo setting

🖋️: smut, bf au!

warning: 🔞 mature content, liquor, cigarettes, female dom, profanities, unprotected sex, language

— dni minors!

posted: january 27, 2023

happy reading!

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“What about the gin bulag or alfonso?” suhestyon mo habang si Wonwoo naman ay naglalaro ng genshin impact sakanyang phone.

“Balak mo ba akong lasingin, baby?” sagot nito habang nakatuon ang atensyon sa kanyang nilalaro.

“Hmm nagrereklamo ka? sabi mo magsuggest ako ng alak!”

My boyfriend put down his phone on the side table and turned his gaze to me. “Yes, pero hindi ko naman sinabing hard. Kaya mag beer na lang kaya tayo?” sagot nito atsaka lumapit sakin

Nagkibit balikat lamang ako at agad na tinignan ang refrigerator para icheck kung may red horse o kahit anong beer. “Hmm”

“Baby we only have red horse here, is that ok with you?”

“Hmm yes. Come here let’s get it done”

—

It’s past 3 am and both of you are still alive and already drank one case of red horse and smoke 4 sticks of cigarettes. Nasa veranda niyobg napagpasyahan na mag-inom.

“Are you tired baby? can you still drink?”

I shrugged. “No, but let's settle with one case na lang. And let’s just enjoy the view for now.”

Lumapit ka kay Wonwoo para umupo sa kandungan niya atsaka siya niyakap. Habang nakayakap ka sakanya naramadaman mo na lang ang marahan niyang paghimas sa buhok pababa sa bewang mo.

“Hmm that feels so nice,”

Narinig ko naman ang mahina niyang pagtawa. Patuloy lang siya sa pagsuklay sa mahabang buhok. “You smell so nice, Y/n. I can’t smell the scent of beer and cigarette on you. Hmm”

“Uh huh, Woo can you tie my hair?” I said and give him my ponytail.

Dahan-dahan niya munang sinuklay ang aking buhok atsaka ito itinali. Pagtapos nun ay wala ni isang nagsalita sainyo bagkus tanging simoy lang ng hangin ang tangung naririnig.

Sa ilang minuto niyong pagyayakapan may kung anong kilit kang naramdaman sa kaibuturan mo.

Oh fuck

Napamura ka sayong isipan because something inside you ignites.

Fucking hell...

Kumalas ka pagkakayakap kay Wonu atsaka hinawakan ang magkabilang pisngi nito. Marahan mong hinimas ang pisngi ng nobyo mo at tinitigan ito diretso sa mata.

“Hmm?”

Fuck, here comes his lazy stares. I can already feel my wetness down there! Of course his lazy eyes is one of your weakness because he really really hot when he does that.

Tinitigan mo pa rin siya at para kang aatakihin sa puso dahil sa kagwapuhan nito. His lazy stares, glasses on, and him on black shirt is like killing you.

“Ang pogi pogi talaga ng boyfriend ko,” ngiting sabi mo at hinalikan nang paulit-ulit ang mapulang labi nito.

Hahalikan mo na ulit sana siya nang hinuli niya ang batok mo. Nakatitig lang siya sayo na parang may masama kang ginawa sakanya. Napalunok ka na lang nang makita mong kinagat nito ang kanyang labi.

“You're triggered something, are you aware of that?” madiing sabi nito habang hawak nito ang batok mo at mariing nakatitig sayo.

Ngumiti ka lamang ng nakakaloka. Pinatong mo ang dalawang kamay mo sakanyang balikat at binigyan mo siya ng napaka tamis mong ngiti.

Na hinding-hindi matatanggihan ng isang Jeon Wonwoo.

“Hmm really? I mean what do you mean by that? masama na bang halikan boyfriend ko?” sinadya mong ngumuso at hawakan ang mapulang labi nito gamit ang iyong hintuturo.

Now you can clearly see your boyfriend's raging eyes. Despite of his stares you slowly grind on his lap feeling his clothed dick. Patuloy ka lang sa paggiling sa kandungang ng boyfriend mo habang siya'y halos lapain ka na ng mga titig nito.

Ngumiti ka ng nakakaloka nang maramdaman mong unti-unting bumaba ang kamay nito sa suso mo.

“Hmmm” mahina kang umungol nang lamasin nang marahan ang iyong suso. Dahil sa ginawang pag lamas ni Wonwoo ay tumayo ka atsaka unti-unting tinanggal ang damit pang itaas mo. Leaving your red wine lacey bra.

Kitang-kita mo ang panggigil ng mga titig ni Wonwoo kaya nung hahawakan ka na niya agad mong hinawakan ang dalawang kamay nito upang pigilan sa balak nito.

“Not so fast baby,”

Binitawan mo ang mga kamay nito atsaka lumayo nang kaunti.

Mas lalo pang dumilim ang mga titig ni Wonwoo nang mabagal kang sumayaw sa harap nito. Tumalikod ka at gumiling sa harap nito.

“Fuck y/n” nagsunod-sunod na ang mura nito dahil sa sekswal mong pagsayaw.

Dahil sa matinding panggigigil ni Wonu ay hinuli nito ang kamay mo atsaka hinila ka pabalik sa kandungan nito.

“Tangina y/n ayokong minumura kita pero dahil sa ginagawa mo sinasagad mo ako.” bakas ang inis at matinding pagpigil sa pagkakasabi nito

Mahina kang natawa at hindi mo na hinintay na magsalita pa ang iyong nobyo at hinalikan ito ng malalim.

Inayos mo ang pagkakaupo mo sa kandungan ng nobyo mo habang nagpapalitan kayo ng mapupusok na halik. Kinagat mo ang ibabang labi ni Wonu nang bigla niyang lamasin ang suso mo na kanina pa namumula.

Habang nagpapalitan kayo ng mapupusok na halik ay siyang pagbaba ng kaliwang kamay ni Wonu papuntang mamasa-masa mong puke.

Marahan niya itong hinimas kahit na may suot ka pang skirt at panty. Kaya naman tumigil ka sa paghalik at tinitigan ang kamay niyang inaasar ka.

“Tangina ka ipasok mo na” naiinis mong sabi at gumiling habang hinihimas nito ang naglalawa mong puke. Para kang mababaliw sa sensasyong nararamdaman mo mula sa paggiling ag paghimas ng talentadong mga daliri ni Wonwoo.

“Chill the fuck down woman, kakantutin din kita.”

You rolled your eyes because your temper cannot take it anymore so you quickly stood up then dragged the fuck down Wonwoo on your living room.

Nang makarating kayo roon ay agad mong tinulak pa-upo sa couch atsaka dali-daling hinubad ang natitira mo pang saplot. Kaya naman mas lalong nakaramdam ng libog ang nobyo mong kating-kati na wasakin ka.

Mabilis kang kumandong sakanya. “No more foreplay lover boy” you smriked and slowly grind your wetness on his hard fuck dick.

“But I wanna eat you before that,” taas kilay na sinabi ng nobyo mo habang nakatitig sa hubad mong katawan.

You crossed your arm, “No. Let me dominate you this time,”

You can already feel his dick twitching so you hurriedly insert his fat ass dick on your hole.

“Fuck, ang sikip mo pa rin talaga kahit kailan” narinig mong mura ni Wonu habang naga-adjust ka pa sa laki nito. Kahit na ilang beses na may nangyari sayo ng nobyo mo still nahihirapan ka pa rin dahil sa laki ng tite nito.

Nang makapag adjust ka sa laki nito ay unti-unting bumibilis ang pagtaas baba mo sakanya. Hindi mo na alam kung saan ibabaling ang iyong ulo dahil sa sobrang sarap ng sensasyon na hatid sayo ng bawat pagsalpok ng puke mo sa malaki at matabang ari nito.

“Fuck, fuck yes! oh my god,”

Nagsunod-sunod na ang malulutong monng pagmumura at ungol. Kaya naman hinalikan ka ng nobyo mo at sumasabay na rin sa ritmong ginagawa mo.

“Putangina, y/n” rinig mong mura nito at ang sunod-sunod nitong ungol na lalong nagpalibog sayo.

Nagpatuloy lamang ang pag sasalpukan ng puke mo at ang ari ni Wonwoo nang makaramdaman ka na malapit ka nang labasan.

“Oh god, baby I’m coming” hirap na hirap mong sinabi

Naka awang na ang mga labi niyo at mga matang tumitirik dahil sa hatid na sarap ng ginagawa niyo. Parang mas lalo kang mababaliw at lalabasan dahil sa bawat pagsalpukan ng mga ari niyo ay ang siyang pag lamas ni Wonwoo sa suso mo.

“Hmm fuck i’m coming”

At kaunting ulos pa ay sabay kayong nilabasan ng nobyo mo. Ramdam mong punong-puno ng tamad ang puke mo.

Napayakap ka na lang sakanya dahil sa pagod. Parehas hinahabol ang hininga. Nakapatong ka pa rin sakanya at nasa loob pa rin ng puke mo ang ari nito kaya ramdam mo pa rin ang paninigas nito. Kaya mabilis kang hiniga nito sa couch.

“Baby, I think I'm gonna fuck you till the sun shines.”

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itssunshinetoday · 5 months ago

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𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

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hoshifighting · 23 days ago

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wonwoo!best friend's brother

— your best friend's older brother, the guy who dropped out of university a long time ago but still shows up once in a while at your and your best friend's dorm. the thing is, she's in a tutoring class right now, leaving you and him alone after all these years of having a huge crush on him.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, making out, almost getting caught, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, spiting.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

you hear the door click as you wipe down the last bit of the counter, the smell of cleaning products lingering in the air. wonwoo’s here again—because of course, he is. once a year, like clockwork, he pulls up outside your dorm building, car keys in hand, sipping some energy drink like he’s the busiest man alive, even though he’s been out of university for, what? two years now? maybe more. it’s almost funny, how he thinks showing up in his beat-up car, leaning against the doorframe, makes him look cool.

your best friend’s not even here. she’s in some tutoring session because she "really needs to pass this bio class." but, of course, she told you, warned you, that wonwoo might drop by.

“hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe like some kind of model, downing a sip from the can like it's giving him more life than it should.

“she’s not here,” you say, wiping your hands on your shorts. you’re pretending like you’re not even thinking about the way they’re barely covering anything right now. it’s just cleaning clothes, but you catch his eyes flick down for half a second, and your heart skips a beat.

“oh? what, she ditch me or something?” he teases, eyes sparkling with that casual cockiness he always carries around.

you laugh, shaking your head. “nah, she’s at a tutoring session. bio, i think? she’s stressing hard. she said she’d be back in a couple hours, so you can wait if you want... or leave. i won’t stop you.”

“tutoring? she actually studying? i thought she gave that up ages ago,” he snickers, leaning against the couch, tapping his foot like he’s been there forever. “reminds me of my sister, always freaking out about school... only she actually tries.”

you snort, rolling your eyes. “yeah, well, not everyone’s like you, mister ‘dropped out but still thinks he runs the place.’”

“i’m just here for the vibes,” he shrugs, eyes settling on you for a little too long, way too comfortable. way too focused. “plus, i wouldn’t call it ‘dropping out’... i just, y’know, found my path elsewhere.”

you shake your head, pretending not to care. but fuck, that grin? dangerous. absolutely dangerous. the guy is too good-looking for his own good, and the fact that he’s here, all casual like he’s just dropping by, is making your heart race in a way you’re desperately trying to ignore. and those eyes—yeah, you can feel him looking at you.

you turn, grabbing a water from the fridge to cool down because jesus, he’s looking right through you. you twist the cap and take a long gulp, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks, trying to play it cool.

“you good?” his voice cuts through the silence. casual, like it’s no big deal.

you choke a little on the water and turn around, trying not to look flustered. “yeah, yeah. why wouldn’t i be?”

he raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “dunno, just... you’re kinda tense. cleaning stress?”

you laugh it off, but the sound’s more nervous than you want it to be. “something like that.”

fuck, why is this so hard?

he takes another sip of his red bull, his eyes flicking over your legs again, slower this time. it’s like he knows exactly what he’s doing, and you’re just... standing there, pretending you don’t feel it, but inside, you’re absolutely losing your mind. freaking out.

“you always this... jumpy around me?” he asks, smirking like he already knows the answer.

“shut up,” you toss a dish towel at him, more as a distraction for you than him, but he catches it easily, his grin widening.

“what, can’t take a little teasing? you’ve been dodging my questions all day.”

all day? he’s been here for twenty minutes. still, your stomach flips at the way he’s just standing there, so confident, so sure. it’s unfair how hot he is when he’s like this, leaning against the counter, arms crossed like he’s just waiting for you to crack.

“i’m not dodging anything,” you lie, crossing your arms, even though you know your face is giving you away. “you’re just being annoying.”

“am i?” he steps closer, his voice dropping slightly. “or am i just... distracting you?”

“wonwoo,” you start, your heart’s pounding, your skin tingling. “don’t.”

“don’t what?” he’s closer now, and fuck, he’s standing way too close, his breath brushing your cheek as he leans in. “i’m just talking, y/n.”

just talking, but the way his eyes drop to your lips says otherwise, and you’re not sure how much longer you can pretend this isn’t happening.

you’ve never been this close to him before, and it’s making your pulse race, your head spin. his hand hovers near your hip, like he’s waiting for permission, waiting for you to crack. it’s not fair how good he smells.

“you used to play dolls with my sister, you know,” he mutters, his lips brushing your ear. “now look at you.”

his fingers graze your waist, light at first, but the way his eyes lock on yours? there’s no going back. you shiver, heat pooling in your gut, and his hand slips lower, gripping the curve of your ass like it belongs to him. he laughs softly when you gasp, his other hand trailing up your side, fingers brushing the thin fabric of your top.

“wonwoo, you can’t just—” your words cut off as he cups your tit, thumb running over your nipple through your shirt, the sensation making your knees go weak. it’s so subtle, but you feel everything—his breath on your neck, the rough texture of his palm, the way his body presses against yours like he can’t stand the distance anymore.

“what? can’t just what?” his voice is low, mocking, as he leans down, his lips inches from yours. “you’ve been staring at me like that for years, y/n. you think i didn’t notice?”

your brain short-circuits as he presses his mouth to yours, starting slow, teasing, like he’s waiting for you to snap. and when you kiss him back—hard, desperate, craving more—he groans against your lips, his tongue immediately slipping past them. he sucks on your tongue like he’s savoring the taste, his hand squeezing your ass, pulling you closer as you try to remember how to breathe. it’s wet, sloppy, and so fucking messy, the sound of your lips meeting, tongues sliding against each other, filling the small kitchen.

you moan into his mouth, gripping his shirt, trying to keep up with the way he devours you, his other hand now fully under your shirt, palming your bare tit. it’s so much—too much, and you arch into his touch, losing yourself in the heat of it all.

and then you hear it.

keys, fumbling at the front door. shit.

you push him away so fast he stumbles back, eyes wide, lips shiny and swollen from your kiss. his fingers are still brushing his bottom lip, eyes flicking to the door in disbelief as the knob turns.

“fuck,” you whisper, trying to catch your breath, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, but you can’t stop shaking. you dart back to the sink, pretending to scrub some nonexistent spot, heart racing a mile a minute.

the door flies open, and your best friend bursts in, barely even noticing the two of you. “i forgot this fucking book,” she mutters, rummaging through her stuff on the couch. her back is to you both, and wonwoo’s standing there, hands in his pockets, trying his best to look casual.

he smirks at you, and you glare back, your mind racing, heart pounding. does she know? she can’t know.

“you two good?” she asks, barely glancing your way as she grabs her stuff. “i’ll be back in like, fifteen minutes. sorry. tutor’s gonna kill me if i don’t bring this. see you in a sec.” and just like that, she’s gone again, the door slamming shut behind her.

the second the door clicks, wonwoo bursts out laughing, dragging a hand through his hair, and your face is burning.

“did you just shove me away?” he teases, stepping closer again, his hands now resting on the counter behind you, trapping you. “scared of getting caught, huh?”

you shove at his chest, but you’re laughing too. “you’re insane. she could’ve seen us, you idiot.”

“what, and ruin the fun?” he grins, biting his bottom lip, and your stomach flips at the sight. “you should’ve just let her. i think she’d approve.”

you roll your eyes, but before you can say anything else, his mouth is on yours again—rougher this time, more desperate. it’s like he’s making up for lost time, kissing you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted, hands roaming over your body like he’s been dying to touch you. you’re pressed back against the counter, trapped between him and the hard surface, and it feels so fucking good.

“wonwoo, the couch,” you murmur between kisses, pushing at his chest just enough to make him move. he gets the hint, pulling you toward the couch, his hand never leaving your waist, never giving you a chance to breathe.

the second your back hits the cushions, he’s on you again, kissing you so hard it leaves you dizzy, his hands wandering everywhere—your thighs, your waist, your tits. he’s fucking everywhere, and you can’t think, can’t breathe, all you can feel is him, everywhere.

his fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts, teasing the edge, but you grab his wrist, pulling him back. “not yet,” you whisper, eyes locked on his. “let me…”

you trail off, sliding off the couch, sinking to your knees between his legs. wonwoo’s eyes widen, the teasing smirk on his face replaced with pure shock. “wait—”

“shh,” you murmur, already tugging at his belt, pulling his jeans down just enough to free him. your mouth waters at the sight of him, long, hard and already dripping. you can’t help but smirk up at him before leaning in, taking him into your mouth in all in once, in the most greedy way.

wonwoo groans, his head falling back against the couch, his fingers threading through your hair as you start to move. you take him like your favorite popsicle, hollowing your cheeks, loving the way his hips buck up into your mouth, the way he can’t control the sounds he’s making.

he pants, his voice strained, and it only spurs you on, sucking harder, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him all the way down again. the sound of your mouth, wet and sloppy, fills the room, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

he tightens his grip in your hair, guiding you as he thrusts into your mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as he moans your name again, louder this time. you can feel him getting close, his thrusts making you gag slighty, his hips jerking up more urgently.

“fuck, i’m—” he chokes out, but before he can finish, his hips stutter, and he comes with a loud groan, spilling into your mouth. you swallow every drop, not slowing down until he’s completely spent.

you pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at him.

his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you back on his lap. “c’mere,” he mutters. and before you know it, his lips are on yours again, urgent, like he needs to taste you all over again. the mix of your spit and his cum lingers, and when his tongue swipes along the side of your mouth, to catch more of the taste of him.

his hands slide down to your shorts, fingers curling around the waistband like they’ve been itching to take them off from the second he walked in. you flinch when he pulls them off, showing your panties. his fingers brush against it, and then pulling to the side, and you’re already losing it, but then he spits.

right on your pussy.

you tense when two fingers slide inside you rough, curling just the way you like—coincidentally. you clench around him, moaning, but it’s not enough. you need more, and he knows it.

“so fucking wet for me,” he groans, his other hand pushing your legs open wider. “you’ve wanted this for how long, huh? wanted me to fuck you like this?”

you can’t even answer, your brain is mush, overwhelmed by the way his fingers pump in and out of you, quick and dirty, making you arch into his touch. and then—without warning—he pulls his fingers out and lines himself up, slipping inside you so easily, you gasp.

he’s still sensitive, you can tell by the way his breath catches, how his hips jerk forward a little too fast, but the way his dick stretches you out? it’s perfect. too perfect. your eyes roll back, a shaky moan leaving your lips as he starts thrusting, slow at first, like he’s trying to control himself, but that doesn’t last long.

you’re in his lap, legs spread, every little reaction of his face right there in front of you—the way his eyes squeeze shut, his mouth falling open, all the little groans and curses spilling from him as he fucks into you. it’s like he can’t hold back anymore, can’t resist, but still needs to fuck you, to please you.

he lays you, grabs your knees, pulls them up to your chest, bending you in half so he can get even deeper. the angle’s brutal, his cock hitting that sweet spot with every rough thrust, and the room’s filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his low grunts, your breathless moans.

you’re a wreck under him, fingers clutching at the couch cushions, barely able to keep up with the way he’s pounding into you. his thrusts are rough, fast, almost desperate, like he’s chasing something he can’t quite reach, and every time he slams into you, your whole body shakes.

“wonwoo—fuck, i’m—” you try to warn him, but the words don’t come out right. everything’s too much—the way his hands hold you down, the way he’s fucking you so deep, the pressure building low in your belly until you’re falling apart. you clench around him, your orgasm ripping through you hard, your back arching off the couch as you moan his name.

he watches you, watching that smile on your face, that one that you have when you win a prize, how satisfied you look by being fucked—especially by him, how your eyes roll in ecstasy, nd how you spasm around his cock. is enough for him.

and then it’s over. you’re both panting, bodies spent. he pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling empty. you’re barely conscious as he reaches over, grabbing the nearest blanket and draping it over you, his touch surprisingly gentle for how hard he just fucked you.

“don’t move,” he mutters, smirking at you as he gets up, still zipping up his jeans. “you look good like this.”

you’re too tired to respond, sinking deeper into the couch, eyes half-closed. the door opens again—shit—and your best friend barges in, completely unaware of what just happened.

“ugh finally,” she mutters, tossing it onto the table. “you two good?”

he just grins, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb as he leans against the counter, casual as hell. “just keeping y/n company, we were waiting for you” he says, winking at you when your best friend isn’t looking.

you’re still sprawled out on the couch, barely able to move, trying to act normal, like you weren’t just fucked within an inch of your life, like you weren't just fucked with jeon wonwoo. your best friend glances between the two of you, raising an eyebrow, but she doesn’t seem to notice the way you’re completely knocked out.

“whatever,” she mutters, grabbing her stuff. “i’m going to take a bath.”

the door of the bathroom slams shut, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. wonwoo walks back over to you, chuckling softly as he sits down beside you, leaning in to kiss your forehead, the teasing smirk never leaving his face.

“you should’ve seen your face when she walked in,” he murmurs, his voice low. “but don’t worry. you looked so innocent.”

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kooqitas · 5 months ago

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#pairing: friends-dad!wonwoo x reader.

#genre: smut | #w.c: ~1500

#synopsis: it was just a ride offered by your friend's dad, what could go wrong?

#warnings: semi-public sex (car), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, agegap, spit, humiliation, overstimulation. WITHOUT DADDY KINK, THE NAME WAS JUST A JOKE!

#notes: not proofread, english isn’t my first language! ★ m.list | inbox

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the moment wonwoo's car turned down the street, you regretted accepting that ride.

wonwoo is your friend's father, she's not your best friend, but you've known each other for a few months, you used to go to parties together, and this was the first time you went to her house. she always said that her father wasn't old, but wonwoo is like 15 years older than you? god, how young did he become a father? whatever, you know a hot man when you see one, and of course wonwoo is really hot.

because of the heavy rain, it was impossible to order an uber to your house, so wonwoo offered you a ride since his daughter was going to her boyfriend's house. at first you rejected it, you said you would find a way, but your friend insisted so much that it seemed rude to reject jeon's ride.

as soon as the rain stopped, wonwoo took the car out, you got in the vehicle, buckled your seat belt and regretted it instantly.

wonwoo was stupidly hot and watching him drive was driving you crazy, he smelled so good and his lips were so inviting that you didn't even realize when you started having impure thoughts about the man next to you. your friend's father.

your brain betrayed you, and you started thinking about the thick fingers that were on the steering wheel inside you, slowly opening you up to prepare for his cock. what would wonwoo's cock be like? following the logic of the proportions of his body he would probably be hot... and thick… oh, god!

"what are you thinking?" he asked you.

“w-what?”

“you are cute.” he laughed.

“oh, shut up, i’m not cute, cute is for child, i’m not a child.” you grumbled.

he laughed again, biting his own lips.

“yes, i know very well that you are not a child.”

you gasped. was wonwoo flirting with you? what the hell. no, that’s impossible, you are crazy. definitely crazy.

“but you know... you can call me 'daddy' if you want too”

“mrs. jeon” your voice was a little shaky.

“no, sweetheart, just wonwoo. unless it's a kink for you…”

“wha- what are you d-”

wonwoo stopped the car, and only then did you realize that he wasn't even following the gps location, you were on a dark street, completely deserted, the raindrops were still falling lightly outside the car, so wonwoo faced you, firmly, making your body shake.

“i'm not gonna do anything you don't want, honey. but don't act like you're not a dirty girl who stared at me lustfully in my own house, don't pretend like you didn't look at my fingers on the steering wheel like you didn't imagine them inside you.” wonwoo said in a scoundrel tone, making you cringe, you no longer knew if it was from humiliation or lust.

“i’m-”

“you? what do you want, baby? will you deny your own desire? or are you gonna assume that you want my cock opening up that pussy, hm?”

“wonwoo…”

“what, kitten? do you want be treated with care? or i can just use you however i want? mistreat you completely, use you for my pleasure?”

wonwoo's right hand rested on your thigh, looking at you before leaving an unchaste caress there, he laughed when you surrendered, opening your legs in anticipation of him raising his hand a little further, his warm finger in contact with your skin the cold air conditioning makes you horny.

wonwoo took off his seat belt, and slapped his thigh twice, you immediately sat there, without any kind of questioning, he laughed, the mocking laugh making you feel a little humiliated.

"don't you think you're the worst kind of whore? fucking your friend's father? you're so disgusting."

the way he spoke gave you a feeling of heat that you had never felt before, unconsciously you began to roll slowly on his lap. god, fuck any moral ethics, wonwoo was fucking hot and your cunt was starting to get wet.

“that is? does this excite you? knowing that your friend's father is gonna fuck you, will treat you like the disgusting whore you are?”

“y-yes” you moaned.

wonwoo laughed in contempt, clenching your jaw and finally kissing you, his tongue tasted like beer and even though you weren't the biggest fan of the drink you loved it, wonwoo was dominant, he led the kiss the way he wanted, sucking your tongue leaving not so light bites on your lips and it was driving you crazy.

you felt when his firm hands lowered the thin strap of your shirt, exposing your nipples and then he lightly brushed his index finger there, making you tremble in anticipation.

wonwoo continued devouring you with his mouth, the man seemed ready to destroy you with a kiss and if he continued at that pace he would easily succeed, the hot tongue curling with more and more desire in his and the kiss smacks becoming more and more wet in your mouth, his fingers making sloppy movements on your needy nipples.

you felt a hand move down from your nipple to your baggy shorts, and then a finger brushed against your panties, making you moan loudly.

“needy whore!” wonwoo laughed.

wonwoo started kissing and biting your neck, the bites hurt like hell, it would clearly leave a mark, but you were loving it, and the moans and gasps you made made it evident.

"are you gonna tell my daughter who marked that neck? are you gonna tell her that you are a desperate whore who gave your pussy to her father in the car?"

“wonwoo…”

wonwoo placed two fingers inside you, making you scream from the shock of the long fingers entering your cunt, he had no difficulty placing his fingers there, easily reaching your g-spot while still marking your neck voraciously.

"dumb bitch, do anything for cock!"

he added another finger, your eyes rolling back, your body was sweating even with the air conditioning in the car, you didn't care about anything anymore, you just wanted wonwoo inside you. he tore your shorts and laid the seat back a little further, kissing your mouth again.

“i'm gonna to fill this pussy up, you'll go home dripping with my cum like a good toy!”

wonwoo removed his fingers from inside you, putting them in his mouth and sucking out every drop of your liquid, and then removed his belt, lowering his pants and underwear right after.

his purple cock made you salivate, at the same time it scared you, you didn't imagine it would be so fat, it terrified you and made you even more horny, every inch of you would receive wonwoo's dick, he would open you up like no one had ever done before .

"you're gonna take my dick like a good slut, aren't you? i'm gonna be able to spread you wide open and you're gonna thank me, right?"

you nodded, and in the next second, wonwoo was entering you.

at first he was gentle, rubbing sloppy circles on your clit until you got used to his size, but a few minutes later wonwoo was thrusting into you like crazy and moaning like an animal.

"i knew that whore's pussy was gonna open wide for my cock!”

he said as he mistreated your pussy with strong thrusts, you didn't think about anything else, you didn't think about the fact that he was your friend's father, you didn't think about the fact that you were on a deserted street, you couldn't think about anything other than how good it was the feeling of having wonwoo hitting your uterus hard.

he grabbed your waist and made you bounce on him, his firm hand pushing you up and down on his fat cock while your belly tingled.

"god, i’m gonna-"

"cum on my dick, whore, cum because i’m gonna cum inside you, i’m gonna fill that pussy with my sperm."

wonwoo laughed in a machiavellian way, and then spat in your mouth, forcing two fingers down your throat, you accepted them, sucked as if it were wonwoo's own cock while facing him, feeling the lust growing in your belly growing more and more.

when he wiped his fingers of saliva on your hardened nipple, you came, screaming so loud that, even though you were on the deserted street, you were still afraid that other people would hear.

when your body started to shake, wonwoo seemed more motivated to destroy you, and continued thrusting against your pussy.

"my freaky bitch only stops when i decide it's over?" he questions seeing that you just accepted his rough pace. "i like it! my daughter has the best friend in the world!"

wonwoo thrust you a few more times, until he came apart inside you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back, your insides becoming completely sticky with your friend's father's sperm.

you still moved, sensitive from the orgasm, but still rubbing against the cock that wasn't completely softened, you wanted more, he wanted more.

fuck any morals, you needed to enjoy the rest of the night together...

and it was with this in mind that wonwoo searched on the gps where the nearest motel was.

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