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jungkxook · 3 years

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—dirty talk. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

⟶ genre: fwb!wooyoung / innocent!reader + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 8,957

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: so maybe asking your best friend for help with sex is wrong for a number of reasons, but you swear you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less.

⟶ warnings: brief accidental sexting?, the ‘oh no! accidentally sent nudes to the wrong person who also has sexual tension with you!’ trope but we cut it quick bc these two are idiots, masturbation, sex toys (just a vibrator), oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, doggy style, breast play/fondling, spit play, praise kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, protected sex, aftercare!!

⟶ note: this is part two to body talk but this can be read on it’s own without really reading the first part!!! also tagging @ddaechwita bc she constantly encourages my wooyoung simping and let me ramble to her about this fic hehe also there will most definitely be a part three to this!!

⟶ part three can be read here!

It’s a little known fact that you will do anything for Wooyoung.

He’s your best friend, and so it’s always been that way. The only one to make him laugh when he’s stressed, the only one to calm his nerves when he’s mad, the only one to see him cry, far from prying eyes and behind closed doors, when he’s upset. When you were kids, and he fell down from his bike and broke his leg, you spent the entire summer with him on the sidelines, stowed away in his house binge-watching every and any movie, while his friends ran off to play. When you were a junior in high school, you snuck him out of detention and whisked him away to a party in the next city over.

Wherever he went, or wanted to go, you would be dragged along, and you had no qualms about it. Wooyoung, for all intents and purposes, somehow managed to make it all look so easy, with the world in the palm of his hand, and you would do anything to witness it all.

Which is why, one day, when you were twelve, you had told yourself in an innocent yet heartfelt manner that Wooyoung was a boy you could only ever dream of having as your husband and, given the chance, you would marry him in a heartbeat. It was a silly little joke at the time, one that both yours and Wooyoung’s parents liked to indulge in from time to time, constantly supporting the idea of the two of you getting married one day. But then Wooyoung started liking girls other than you. Then, college happened. Then, Yeonjun happened.

Now, you swear Yeonjun’s your dream man. Jinsol thinks you’re just being a simp, and maybe you are.

But your first date with Yeonjun went better than you ever could have imagined. After months of fantasizing what it would be like to be with him ━ daydreaming in your classes as you gaze at him, thinking of him at any and all hours of the day, giggling over late night texts he sends your way ━ what more could you want?

He’s charming in all the right ways, chivalrous and attentive, pulling out all the stops to impress you, as if you needed any more impressing. Complimenting the pretty floral dress you put on for him, holding open doors, pulling out your chair at the restaurant, insisting to pay for dinner even when you haughtily protest because it’s the 21st century and you should split the bill. He listens when you talk, and listens some more when you gush about a favourite hobby, all bright-eyed and smiles. He’s funny, and sweet, not overbearing in any way ━ a satisfying contrast and triumph after trying to sort through the rest of your college male population for a date.

You could almost swear Yeonjun’s your dream man.

Besides, any doubts you could have about him would be squashed by the second date, and surely by the third, right?

Wrong.

Because, for some reason, your third date with Yeonjun leaves you feeling as indecisive as the first, despite having a good time, which is a bad omen you can’t quite seem to wrap your head around.

“I don’t know. He just hasn’t made any moves,” You sigh now to your roommate and friend. Jinsol sits across from you at her vanity where she had been in the process of writing an essay before you interrupted her by storming into her room and sprawling out on her bed.

“Nothing?” Fortunately, Jinsol seems more invested in your love life (or lack thereof) than her essay.

“I mean, he kissed me on the cheek on our first date, and he held my hand on the second date, but other than that… It feels like we’re going nowhere,” You muse. “Is it always like that? Is he even into me or is he just pitying me at this point?”

Jinsol, on the other hand, seems to have it all sorted out. She’s reading you like a psychologist, tapping her pen against her pursed lips. “So, let me get this straight: you like Yeonjun, but you’re ready to give up because he’s not railing you at this very moment.”

“What? No!” You sputter for air, but a small piece of you timidly wonders if maybe she’s right. “That’s not it at all. I just… I love being with him, and I love how nice he treats me. But… is it wrong to kind of wish for things to be moving a little bit faster?”

“Hmm,” Jinsol hums. “Maybe you just need to spice it up a bit.”

“How do I do that?”

“Well… Maybe Yeonjun doesn’t want to make the next big move because he’s scared how you’ll react,” Jinsol says. “So, take the lead. Send him nudes or something.”

She says it as if it were easy, but you have no idea how to remind her that up until three weeks ago, you were still a virgin. You flop back onto her bed with a hefty sigh. “You’re no help.”

“It doesn’t have to be full nudity,” she insists. “Men are so simple. Just, like, send him a pic of your sideboob and I’m sure he’ll bust a nut. Or some cute lingerie.”

“Whatever. I’ll figure it out.”

Jinsol snorts in response. Instead of urging you on to sexually exploit yourself, she chooses to ask, “How does Wooyoung feel about all this?”

“Wooyoung?”

“Yeah. You did sleep with him.” Okay, so maybe Jinsol doesn’t need reminding that you asked your best friend to take your virginity and he had so readily accepted the offer because what else are friends for? You’re still not so sure why you decided to tell her the truth, but you’re certain she would have read it on your face in an instant, so there wasn’t really a point to lying to her. “I’m sure he has something to say. How exactly do you propose you move on together as friends when you’ve had him between your legs?”

“It was just a one time thing,” You insist. “He knows that.”

“Are you sure?”

You’re not so sure if you even know or want it to be more. You hate it when it feels like she’s right. Except you swear she’s not. The tiny voice in the back of your head that objects to Jinsol’s inquiries and Yeonjun’s presence is shaped in the form of Wooyoung, but you know it doesn’t mean anything.

While you and Wooyoung have moved on from that night as well as a pair of friends can ━ diving immediately back into your innocent and chaste friendship almost as soon as the day after your night with him ━ you’re scared to wonder distantly if he’s thought of the night at all since then. Aside from gifting you a hot pink vibrator as a joke (practice makes perfect, he had said) a few days after which you’ve since stowed away deep in the confinements of your closet, he hasn’t exactly spoken about the moment shared between you two ━ and you’re not quite sure if you want him to or not.

As if on cue, your phone dings with a message that lights up the screen. You read it swiftly:

From: wooyo❤️ Sent: 1:25p.m.

yours on friday? feeling like ramen and bingeing harry potter

And how could you say no to him? Because above everything else ━ Yeonjun, Jinsol, and your own worries aside ━ you’re scared to wonder distantly that while you like to insist Yeonjun’s this charming boy of your dreams, Yeonjun’s not Wooyoung.

When Jinsol said to take nudes for Yeonjun, you didn’t think you would take her this seriously. Yet, here you are.

To be fair, you figured you’d start off easy and small and take her advice on sending him something in a pretty piece of lingerie. What could possibly go wrong with that? Which is why that leaves you here, the same night as your discussion with Jinsol, standing in front of your vanity mirror in nothing but your underwear. It’s the sexiest piece you could find in your closet without going to spend dozens of dollars on a fancier set. A black see-through lace bra, and similar matching panties.

You take about a hundred pictures, fussing over angles and lighting (and then think, fuck it, and take a few topless ones, before you remind yourself that you have no idea what you’re doing and to reel back on your excitement) until you settle on one mirror picture in which your face is covered by your phone and only your torso can be seen. At the very least, Jinsol’s out of town, having left early for the weekend to be with her family, leaving you to your own devices, and the thought of doing something so out of your comfort zone thrills you to no end, outweighing any thought of possible drastic outcomes.

So, you spend another eternity debating over whether or not you should actually send it until you ultimately cave in. Opening up your phone, you click on Yeonjun’s messages and quickly send the picture.

Then, as if plagued, you toss your phone away from you and try to calm your nerves. Until, not even five minutes later, your phone lights up with an incoming message:

From: wooyo❤️ Sent: 10:25 p.m.

well, shit

is it my lucky day?

You spend less than a second trying to foolishly decipher his cryptic text before you unlock your phone and reality slaps you in the face.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this isn’t good.

This is far from good.

You sent it to Wooyoung.

So, maybe in your anxious haste, you mistakenly tapped on Wooyoung’s messages instead of Yeonjun’s, and maybe now you’re starting to realize why you were ever nervous in the first place to send nudes because it’s a such a stupid idea. How are you ever supposed to live this down? At the very least, it’s not as if he hasn’t already seen you in far less clothing, but that does little in calming you when you consider the fact that Wooyoung hasn’t mentioned the night he took your virginity, and so neither have you.

It doesn’t stop you from panicking though. You urgently fumble to call him, heart racing as you lift your phone to your ear. He answers the call just as quickly as he had replied to your picture, but doesn’t stand a chance in even speaking first when you frantically start spewing excuses.

“Oh my god, Wooyoung, I’m so sorry. I was just messing around and━”

“It’s okay.” You hear him laugh on the other end, and it helps calm your shrilly beating heart, only just. “If it means anything, it was pretty hot.”

“Wooyoung,” You whine miserably, hiding your face in the palm of your hand as if he can even see. You dread when your heart flutters in your chest at his words.

“You’re the one who sent it to me,” he quips smugly.

“It was an accident. It wasn’t meant to go to you.”

“Oh.” A beat of silence surpasses as he pauses to register this. “It wasn’t? Who was it for then?”

“I━” You stammer hotly. It’s not as if you’re lying to him, but yet your face warms with a certain type of timidness that you can’t deny. “Well, Jinsol said she thinks I should make the next move with Yeonjun because he hasn’t and━”

“So you went out and bought that for Yeonjun?”

“I’ve had it for a while.”

“You don’t just buy sexy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it,” Wooyoung points out, matter-of-fact. “How long were you planning to lose your virginity, exactly?”

You roll your eyes as you settle back onto your bed. “I bought it because it made me feel sexy.”

Wooyoung lets out a small breathless chuckle. “Well, it’s definitely working.”

God, you hate this. Every certain thing he says drives you insane, like now. Does he even realize? Do you? You try to find excuses for the way your heart skips a beat every time, but lately it feels as if you’re grasping at straws.

“Wooyoung,” You whine softly. “Don’t say that kind of stuff.”

“Why not?” You can hear the grin in his voice, and the tantalizing tone of his words. “I can stop if you want me to.”

“No.” You say this a little too quickly, and you hope he doesn’t notice. “No, I don’t want you to.”

Oh. If you were next to him, Wooyoung would certainly be a lost cause, gnawing on his lower lip. He’s fortunate at the very least either way you wouldn’t be able to tell the way your words shoot a nerve right down to his dick. So, tauntingly, he tries again. “Anyway, can’t believe you were keeping something like that a secret from me. You should’ve worn it that night.”

Frazzled, you find yourself probing him onward with a dazed, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not, and are left even more so confused by his next brazen statement. “Would’ve had sex with you in that instead. Then maybe you could have sent a picture of that to Yeonjun.”

You hate how his words have such an effect on you, but it’s a thought you now can’t not imagine. Sprawled out beneath him in the same pretty piece, just for him, as he drives you to euphoria and back. Almost instinctively, your thighs press together, and you scoff out a small, weak, “You’re so dumb.”

But you’ve never spoken so casually yet so crudely with Wooyoung, and the thought alone is enough to drive you insane. You crave to hear more from him, unabashed excitement coursing through your veins like electricity. So, gathering your wits, you smile a little to yourself. “No, you know what? I think I’ll just settle on one of the topless ones to send to Yeonjun.”

“T-Topless?” Wooyoung sputters. “So you took full nudes?”

“Maybe I did.”

“You’re driving me crazy, do you know that?”

He hears you let out an airy and dismissive giggle, and though you choose not to answer, he wonders if you believe him. Elsewhere, you wonder if he means it. Instead, after a short pensive pause, you muster the courage to ask, “Have you… Have you thought about it at all? You know…?”

“That night?” Wooyoung asks. He’s quiet for a long while, and you start to think you’ve asked something detrimental before he finally responds. “Hmm… Not really. Sometimes.”

That’s certainly not what you were expecting. But does it even matter?

If you consider the thought, what were you even expecting to hear from him? It had been your suggestion in the first place after all, and an offer that he had graciously taken you upon for the sake of “helping” you. There was never supposed to be any obligations or consequences or any other sort of outcomes for that night. Everything he’s said since then has just been a way to play with you, and certainly now. There’s no reason for him to think about that night in any other implication, other than for what it was. Just sex, albeit with your best friend. And maybe that’s all you’ll ever be to him.

It shouldn’t matter anyway. At the very least, you have Yeonjun.

So then why doesn’t that make you feel any better?

You hate this.

You can’t seem to think straight, your mind a constant whirlwind of thoughts springing from Wooyoung to Yeonjun and back again. A never ending ceaselessly worrying cycle of the two boys, with every thought ending right back on Wooyoung. Friday arrives fast, and while you’re certain the entire population of your school have ventured off in search of whatever wild ensuing frat party is being held that night for a reason to get drunk, you’re left home alone. Jinsol is still gone, away in her hometown, leaving you here, sprawled out on your bed in your room by yourself, wallowing in your own thoughts.

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about your conversation with Wooyoung from the night before from the accidental almost-nude situation. But, moreover, while you’ve tried not to dwell too long on the night Wooyoung took your virginity almost three weeks ago, it still seems to find a way to worm itself into your mind; and, meanwhile, it seems as if it has left Wooyoung’s mind altogether ━ or, rather, isn’t on his mind in the way you would like. But your own feelings for him are a scrambled mess, because you swear you don’t have feelings for him.

Still, as far as you’re concerned, that whole moment could have very well been just a wild figment of your imagination. But it’s not. It’s very much real. You remember it well, in the haunting ghost of his touch on you. The shape of his lips as they mark your body all over; the way it felt when he had his head between your legs, the way it felt when he was in you. There was no forgetting the lingering touches he left on you in his wake. You’ve certainly never felt that way before, coming undone at his every advances.

You’ve thought about it in detail, and in less detail, in your dreams and awake, over the past few weeks, but each time you’ve shushed it away like the dirty little secret it is.

God, you really, really, really hate this.

But not as much as you hate Wooyoung for making you feel this way, and it isn’t even his fault. Not even you know why you’re starting to lose your cool, but you’ll be damned if you ever tell him.

You miss that night. You miss his warmth. You miss the euphoria and pleasure. (Maybe you just miss him).

Maybe that’s what you need. A way to release all your tension, and reminiscence in that fading pleasure a little longer. You’re starting to realize that maybe you simply just have needs that aren’t being met.

Fuck it, you think.

Still sprawled on your bed, your hand moves to dip between your thighs shyly, slipping below the waistband of your leggings. You know the way, have touched yourself before in the past, but it’s not something you usually try, if only because it never quite feels right, never quite drives you to euphoria. Still, you touch yourself now over your panties and are startled at the sudden pooling wetness that’s already there. Wasting no time, you try rubbing your fingers at your clit in small, quick circles, desperately trying to feel something, but it’s all wrong. You can’t seem to focus.

You can sense your mind start to wander towards Wooyoung, but you hastily try to imagine Yeonjun instead. Yeonjun touching you where you want, kissing you where you want. You try again, dipping your fingers past the material of your panties, but it isn’t the same. Something’s missing. Maybe you’re just trying too hard.

The little black box is still stashed away in your closet, harbouring the god awful hot pink vibrator Wooyoung had bought you. Would it be so wrong to try? If you even know how to use it. But Wooyoung had said it would be helpful for practice, and that you don’t have to be good at getting off as long as it makes you feel good.

So, you stagger off your bed and dig around through your closet for the box, pulling the toy out from within. Then, you strip yourself from your leggings, and settle back onto your bed. The bullet vibrator clicks on with a buzzing hum, and you try again. You press it lightly to your clit, then a bit harder as the pressure starts to build, the vibrations sending chills up your body. It makes your hips buck forward almost instantly, and a sudden cry slips past your lips. You spread your thighs a little wider, running the toy along your folds, teasing it at your entrance. What did Wooyoung say? Imagine every little thing you want to have happen to you, and do it.

You can’t help yourself. Your mind starts to wander to Wooyoung even before you can stop it.

The night comes flooding back to you. You think of what it felt like to kiss Wooyoung, the taste and feeling of his lips; the way it felt when he had his head burrowed in your leaking cunt, all wet and messy as he had you coming on his tongue. The feeling of his fingers stretching you open, and then his dick. The way he fit so snugly inside you, filling you to the brim, pounding into you so hard, you could barely form a coherent thought. How soft and careful he was at the same time, despite trying not to get so carried away himself. You picture his face, the way it had been so contorted with pleasure because of you and the way you were making him feel, dark hooded eyes and praises meant only for you.

“W-Wooyoung━” His name tumbles from your lips in a needy whimper. There’s a small thought in the back of your head that warns you to stop, but how can you when it feels so good? To imagine him, here with you.

You push the vibrator past your slick folds with ease. Thrusting it into yourself, you let your other hand come up to rub at your clit, and the added sensation has your head spinning, your hips bucking forward, and teeth gnawing on your lower lip. You’re already so wet, the vibrator glides into you so smoothly, your walls sucking it in. You can feel yourself clench at the thought of Wooyoung’s dick replacing your efforts, and another whine in the shape of his name sounds from you when━

“Y/N?”

Oh, crap.

You nearly jump from the bed when you hear Wooyoung’s all too familiar voice, dragging you harshly back down to reality. Fleetingly, you think this is just a terrible nightmare, but then you see Wooyoung standing by your door, wide-eyed and mouth agape. As you come to your senses, you somehow manage to turn the vibrator off, fling it to the side, and toss your bed sheets over your exposed lower half. This is it, you think miserably to yourself, this is where you die from crippling embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Wooyoung!” You exclaim, mortified, your face burning intensely. How the hell do you recover from this? “What are you doing here? How’d you even get in?”

“I━ Uh…” Wooyoung blinks, trying to recollect himself. “Thought we agreed it was movie night tonight? And you weren’t answering your texts or the door, but then I remembered you gave me a spare key because that one time you locked yourself out when Jinsol was out of town━” He says this briskly, sweeping over the obvious fact to instead gawk at you some more. “Er… I’m sorry. Were you just━?”

“No!” You cry out, as if you haven’t been so obviously caught in the act. You dread to know how long he’s been watching, let alone if he’s heard you moan his name. You toss one of your pillows at his head in defense but he dodges it swiftly, grabbing onto it instead.

He bursts out into amused laughter. “Glad to know you were putting my gift to use.”

“Wooyoung, we are not discussing this right now. Can you just━ Oh god, this is so awkward. Can you just go?”

“You want me to leave?” Wooyoung blinks. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re so stubborn,” You quip, exasperated. “Then can you give me a minute? I’m trying not to pass away here from embarrassment.”

He clearly can tell you’re nervous, staring anywhere but at him. Your frazzled expression and tight grip on the bed sheets is evidence enough for him. Still, he lingers, gnawing on his lower lip as he eyes you closely.

“Don’t be. That was fucking hot.” He takes a cautious step into the room. “Besides, masturbation is a healthy, normal part of life. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Yeah, you begrudge, but maybe thinking of your best friend while you do it isn’t so normal. “Wooyoung.”

“I could help you,” he suggests quickly. Then, fearing he’s been a little too bold, he adds, “If you wanted me to.”

“Y-You… what?”

“It just looked like you were struggling a bit,” he points out. “I could help. Think of it as… Friends helping friends. Like we agreed on before.”

“Shut up.” The room feels as if it starts to spin.

The faintest of taunting smirks tugs at his lips. “Then I guess I’ll just leave you to it.”

You think he’s bluffing, and you certainly don’t think you’ll take him up on his offer, until you watch him turn slowly on his heel to walk back out of your room. It’s only then that your weak-willed self finally caves. “Wait! Woo━”

He pauses at once, spinning back around to face you. The tantalizing grin is still plastered on his face.

“Don’t go,” You plead finally. You aren’t quite sure what possesses you to be so honest to him but, then again, it is Wooyoung. He knows you better than you know yourself. “It’s just so… It’s so frustrating!”

“What is?”

“This!” You moan miserably. “It doesn’t feel right. I don’t get how you guys are able to jerk off, like, every hour.”

Wooyoung bites at his lip to hide his amused smile as he finally steps further into your room. “You’re thinking too much about it. Just focus on the pleasure. Try again.”

“Right now?” You stammer.

But Wooyoung doesn’t answer, instead looking expectantly on. So, you shyly grab the vibrator again and peel back the duvet covering your exposed legs. He watches as you turn the toy back on, knees buckled together and hiding most of the show. His attentive eyes never leave you though, and you try to keep your gaze locked on him until you’re pressing the toy against your clit and your lashes droop at the feeling. It’s oddly electrifying to have him watch you so closely as you try to get off before him, but then you want more, and beckon for him in a small whine.

“Poor thing,” he tuts. He clambers onto your bed, and wedges your knees apart at once so that you’re on full display for him, glistening cunt and all. Wooyoung figures if he stays still any longer, he might just bust a nut without even being in you and hastens to comply. “I’ll stop teasing you. Let me help.”

“Please,” You choke out.

So, his hand lightly brushes yours away from the toy as he takes control of it. He focuses it on your clit first, pressing the vibrating tip of it firmly against the sensitive nub, causing your hips to twitch beneath him. You marvel at how the feeling of the toy is similar to before, but somehow his actions seem to make it entirely different in a good way. Rubbing it in small circles against you, you simper with delight and reach out eagerly to pull him down to you to catch your lips on his. He welcomes it entirely, smiling into the kiss as he glides the vibrator down to your folds, teasing your entrance which is already slick with arousal.

He feels your mouth pop open against his at the feeling, and he chuckles to himself. He nips at your lower lip, suckling at it. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” You moan. “Wooyoung.”

“Bet it doesn’t feel as good as my hands,” he muses thoughtfully. He moves to kiss at the underside of your jaw as he runs the vibrator back up to your clit, then down again. “Or my mouth. Does it?”

“N-No,” You admit sheepishly, in a breathy groan.

“What about my dick?” he continues insouciantly. “Must really miss it if you’re so desperate to get off with this toy.”

As he presses the vibrator a little more firmly against your clit, you whine in response. “Fuck, Woo…”

“Want more?” He kisses at your throat now, nipping at the delicate skin. “I can make you feel so good, I promise. You know I can.”

“Please, Woo.”

You hasten to catch his lips on yours and, a moment of clarity dawning on him, you can hear him murmur gently against your mouth, “Tell me if you want to stop.”

You can only manage to nod in response, hands fisting in his hair. But it’s the small reassuring tone in his voice that sends your heart into a flutter, even amongst all the building pleasure. You watch as he pulls apart from you to settle himself between your thighs, shifting your legs further apart. As he presses the vibrating toy against your folds again, he sticks out his tongue to tease the hard muscle against your clit. He busies himself by sucking and lapping at the sensitive bud, slowly edging the toy past your folds, with just the tip’s end gyrating against you.

“F-Fuck, Wooyoung,” You whine, a broken yet delighted noise.

Wooyoung marvels momentarily at how sexy you sound, revels in how much he missed hearing you sound like this ━ and all because of him ━ and hastens to hear more. He works the toy further into you, thrusting it into you in a way that has your hips squirming; elsewhere, his mouth continues to work against you, lewd wet noises from his tongue and lips as he sucks against your clit sending you spiralling. All he can imagine is what it felt like to have his dick burrowed in your cunt, making you come around him and turning you into a pitiful mess. He glances up at you now and watches as you twist and turn, hands fisting at the sheets beneath you. Your brows crease together, and your pretty mouth open in a glorious moan.

“Fuck, fuck━” You cry out. “Wooyoung, I’m gonna━ Gonna come. Don’t stop, please━”

But your voice splinters off once more as you simper. The crescendoing build up of the toy’s vibrations, mixed with Wooyoung working it into you steadily, and his tongue against you, sends you teetering over the edge. He can feel you clench around the toy, his ministrations slowing as your pussy sucks it inward, and the sticky wetness pooling around your walls and the toy intensifies.

“God, you’re fucking dripping,” he moans mostly to himself, as your head still seems to be in the clouds, so preoccupied by the way he’s making you feel. He twists the toy further into you to help you ride out your high, enjoying the way you moan out his name again and desperately try to grind against the toy, rubbing against his knuckles. “You’re so sexy like this. So needy for me.”

As you start to cringe from the oversensitivity, panting a wearied breath of air, Wooyoung pulls the toy away from you and turns it off, tossing it to the side. He can’t help but snicker amusedly at how blissfully exhausted you already look, and though he wants nothing more than to fuck himself into you, he refrains, favouring the idea of making sure you’re still enjoying yourself above anything else. Half an hour ago on the way to your apartment, Wooyoung couldn’t have even guessed he’d be in this same position with you again and, truthfully, wasn’t trying to push his luck anymore than what it was already gracing him with. Instead, he clambers back up your figure, pressing a delicate kiss to the underside of your jaw. His thumb rubs soft circles against your hip. “You good?”

“Amazing,” You giggle dreamily.

“Ouch,” he quips tauntingly. “Don’t think I got that response when it was my dick instead of that toy.”

He feels your fingers jab at his sides if only because you both know he’s teasing. If he thinks back to that night, everything about it was near perfect. Your reaction afterward at least seemed to make him think so anyway.

“You’re so stupid,” You retort now, and it makes him grin.

“What got you feeling so frustrated anyway?” he tuts jokingly. It’s getting harder to focus as he keeps kissing down your jaw to your neck and back up again. Your neck cranes to allow him access, and he nibbles lightly at your throat. “Yeonjun?”

“We’re not discussing that.”

“And why not?”

Because you’ve completely forgotten about Yeonjun at this point, only being reminded of the boy once Wooyoung mentioned him. To ignore this shameless thought, you gnaw at your lip as you gaze up at Wooyoung. You murmur a little softly and a little dazedly, “Because you talk too much, Wooyoung━”

He feigns mock hurt as he gasps at you, though you both know you’re not necessarily wrong. “I do not━”

You continue on as if you hadn’t heard him, “━And because I think I owe you a favour.”

“You━ Huh?”

That definitely shuts him up, and he’s only left to continue gawking at you some more as you grasp at his face to pull him down for an eager kiss. Your hips jut upward to meet his, pressing against the growing hardness that is his dick.

“I want you in my mouth, Wooyoung.”

“Oh, fuck━” Wooyoung swears he nearly comes then and there. In fact, he’s left so stunned by your sudden boldness that he can’t help but continue to gawk even as you push him over until he’s splayed out beneath you and you’re straddling his hips. He can’t deny how devastatingly attractive it is to see you take charge, though he has to remind himself you’ve never done much sexually aside from the last time you slept with him. He stops you briefly, propping himself up on his elbows. “Wait, wait━ Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” You beg. “Just tell me what to do.”

Wooyoung bites at his lip as you reach out greedily to tug at the top of his pants, unzipping them enough to pull his dick from the tight confinements. He hisses delightfully as you grasp him at the base of his cock, palm warm around him. He hates how easily susceptible to you he is, practically melting in your hands. Elsewhere, you feel your heart in the center of your throat, adrenaline and excitement spurring you onward. He’s thicker in your hands than from what you remember, one bulging vein lining the side, and tip all angry red and glistening. The same familiar thought threatens to resurface in your mind, begging to ask you “is this what best friends do?” but you shoo it away as fast as it appears.

“Ah━ A little firmer. Y-Yeah, like that.” His lip stays wedged between his teeth as he instructs you, head threatening to fall back as you do as you’re told. You grip him a little tighter, pumping him at a steady pace that makes the room spin. “Fuck━ Fuck, you can━”

But his words splinter off when you run the palm of your hand over the tip of his cock, a throaty moan ripping from him that excites you even further. To have him so easily controlled beneath you and at your every touch sends you into a frenzy that wants you to please him more, let him fuck your throat raw. You descend onto him at once, licking up his length to the tip of his dick before wrapping your mouth around him.

“Oh, shit,” he groans, hips bucking up into your mouth. “Fuck, yes. That feels so fucking good.”

“Let me give you more, Wooyoung, please,” You rasp against him. “Anything. Just tell me what feels good.”

“Just━” He nearly chokes when you let your tongue lav at his tip. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop?”

You nod around his dick, wide eyes gazing up at him so prettily. He’s genuinely surprised he hasn’t come down your throat yet, but behind every lustful wish of his, is the apprehension to take care of you firstly. Just because you had sex with him once doesn’t mean you’re suddenly comfortable with everything.

“O-Okay,” he says with much difficulty. “Okay. Can you see how much you can hold in your mouth for me, baby?”

You do as you’re told, sinking down onto his length. You go only so far as your mouth allows until it feels as if he’s hitting the back of your throat, and involuntarily gag around him. A wave of embarrassment washes over you until you notice him shudder, whimpering aloud.

Your mouth pops off of him at once. “Fuck, Wooyoung.”

“Shit,” he winces through a pant. “Too much?”

“No, that was so hot. I need you to do that again.”

He’s pleasantly surprised to hear you moan your words softly, maybe a little sheepishly. His eyes shimmer darkly, watching you so intently through his lashes as you sink down on him again. His hand almost instantly flies out to encompass the back of your head, steadying both of yourselves. He helps guide you the rest of the way, grunting. You don’t take him as far as last time, though where your mouth can’t reach, your hand takes over, pumping leisurely at the base of his throbbing cock.

“Hollow out your cheeks a bit,” he says. “And━ A-And you can switch it up. Use your tongue instead of your hand sometimes. Ah━ Ah, fuck, yes. So good━”

You swallow around him out of instinct, and he nearly comes undone then and there. Another deep moan tumbles from him, his hand gripping tighter at your hair.

“Fuuuck,” he groans. “Do that again, please.”

So, you do, gulping around him. Then, you run your tongue over the glistening tip of his dick while your hand follows suit, spreading his leaking precum and your saliva around his length. You find a steady rhythm, switching between your mouth and your hand, jerking him off in just a way that results in a wet mess, lewd squelches of your tongue and mouth around him filling his ears. Drool starts to pool out of the corners of your mouth, both it and his cum shining along your chin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so good,” he cries. “You like it, huh? Having my cock stuffed in your mouth?”

You moan languidly around him, nodding in response. It’s filthy and foul how quick you are to please him, so invested in seeing him come. The thrill of controlling him beneath you almost sends you over the edge. His hips buck up into your mouth, desperately trying to fuck himself into you, but he relents, only letting you give what you can take.

“You look so fucking pretty like this, sucking me off,” he whines. “Ah━ So fucking good.”

Another moan sounds from him as you take him as far as you can one more time, letting him hit the back of your throat. It seems to be the final straw for him, teetering close to his approach.

“Gonna come,” he rasps. “Fuck━ Wait, you don’t have to━”

He comes in your mouth and down your throat with one final moan as you swallow around him, and you do your best ━ of course you do ━ taking all of his cum and devouring it in one gulp that leaves him breathless. He had tried to warn you against it, but you had so readily welcomed it, and he’s still trying to recover from the aftermath of how sexy it was to witness even long after he’s finished painting your mouth in milky white. Some of it spills out of the corner of your mouth, saliva and cum dribbling down your chin but you lick it away at once as your head pops off of him.

“Kinda like having you like this,” You giggle mostly to yourself. “A complete mess.”

Wooyoung struggles to catch his breath as you clamber back up to him. “You didn’t have to swallow.”

“Rather you come down my throat than on my bed sheets,” You quip. “Besides, I kinda liked it.”

Your answer simultaneously seems to make him want to laugh and moan. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll bust a nut again.”

“Charming,” You grin. “And tempting. I mean, we aren’t done now, are we?”

Wooyoung quirks a brow, a mischievous look dazzling his eyes. “Not unless you are. Still doing fine?”

You hum in reassurance, busying yourself by kissing up his throat. “Want more. Want you in me, Wooyoung.”

“Fuck, yes, please.”

Exhilaration fills him to the brim as he flips you both over so you’re on your back. He can’t help but lean down to kiss you for a messy, heated kiss as you both sloppily try to help the other out of your clothes. When you’re both stripped bare, Wooyoung leans back on his knees and reaches for his wallet, procuring a condom from inside. He tears the wrapper off and slides the rubber along his glistening length, then pauses.

“Don’t have any lube, do you?” he asks. “I don’t want it to feel uncomfortable for you.”

“No,” You shake your head. Then, suddenly, an idea pops into your mind. “Spit on me.”

Wooyoung gawks at you. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re gonna actually kill me.”

Your airy snickers sound like music to his ears, but it fades out into a shallow moan as he runs his thumb up your folds to your clit. He leans over you, purses his lips, and spits directly onto your pussy, then again, using his thumb to run it along your already shimmering cunt. You whimper at the feeling, thighs instinctively spreading wider for him. Then, he positions his cock at your entrance, teasing the tip of it against your hole before slowly pushing into you with ease. Lube or spit, Wooyoung realizes you probably don’t even need either considering how wet you are. He hisses at the feeling, your warm walls sucking him in.

“W-Wooyoung,” You rasp, nails clawing at his back. “Fuck, Wooyoung.”

God, you’ve missed this. So has Wooyoung. The feeling of his dick buried in your walls is something neither of you can never get used to, yet it feels so right. As if you were made for him. As if you were his.

He sinks into you balls deep, stilling just for a moment to let you adjust to his size. He rubs comforting circles against your hips as he kisses you slowly. “Good? Comfortable?”

“More than,” You sigh. He thrusts into you carefully, adopting a relaxed pace. “Shit, Woo. Want you to wreck me so badly. Please━”

Wooyoung surely likes the sound of that. He nibbles at your ear lobe, murmuring, “Can we try something? Can you get on your knees for me? Turn around.”

He pulls out of you just briskly enough to help you to your knees. Then, he gets behind you.

“Arch your back a bit more for me.”

You do as you’re told, jutting your ass out just right for him to guide his cock back into you, one hand planted firmly on the small of your back. He pushes all the way into you, and you swear you can feel him in the base of your stomach. A wanton moan falls from you as he settles you back onto his knees, pressing your back to his chest.

“It feels better like this,” he murmurs. “Deeper.”

“Fuck, yes,” You gasp out. “Feels so good…”

But you can’t speak, head falling back against his shoulder. Instead, he takes the liberty of fucking himself up into you delicately. His hands roam the front of your body, grasping at your breasts which bounce with each thrust, fingers tweaking at your perked nipples. Somehow, this position is even more intimate, his body so close to yours, and his cock shoved so far into your throbbing walls.

He kisses at the underside of your jaw, one hand dipping between your thighs to rub at your clit, while the other continues to fondle your breast, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. He can feel you quiver at his every touch, thighs shaking beneath you. Your walls clench so tightly around him with each gyrating thrust.

“You like that, don’t you?” he hums into your ear. “I can tell. You’re squeezing so tight around me. Poor, needy baby.”

Your mouth flies open in a moan, and your hand flies out to grip at his wrist as if to anchor his fingers to your clit. Elsewhere, his hand from your breast drops to hook his arm around your waist. He pushes you slightly forward, though keeps his chest pressed taut against your back, if only to have more space to thrust himself into you. His pace quickens, hips snapping up into yours.

“You can’t even talk,” he tuts. “Like my dick that much? Wanted me to fuck you that badly, huh? Shit, can’t wait to make you come again. Wanna feel you cream all over my cock.”

“Oh my god, Wooyoung,” You gasp out, collapsing forward at once.

Your hands flail out to prop yourself up, but Wooyoung’s pace never stutters. His hips pound against your ass now, quick enough for his dick to hit a certain spot in you again and again until you’re crumbling apart. You come without warning, a sudden gush of wetness drenching his cock as he plunges himself into you, his hand never once leaving it’s spot from between your legs. A wearied mantra of his name tears from you, so hot and broken. “Oh god, Wooyoung━”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “Ah━ Yes, just like that. Fuck, need to face you. You’re always so pretty when you’re fucked out.”

Hasty hands fumble to pull himself out of you and turn you around, yet somehow he still manages to remain heedful and gentle as he spreads you out before him on your back. He wedges himself between your thighs again, sinking into your sopping and wrecked cunt. And he’s right ━ you’ve never looked so sexy. All hooded, exhausted eyes gazing up at him, brows pinched together, mouth popped open in a delicate ‘O’.

When he hears you gasp sharply from the sensitivity of your past two orgasms, he slows his ministrations to distract you with a kiss. “Enough? We can stop.”

“No,” You whine tiredly, clinging to him desperately. “Not yet. Want you to come. Please, please, Wooyoung. Use me. Wanna feel it.”

He moans into your mouth. He can’t resist his urges, nor your own sweet yet vulgar desire. He’s sluggish as he thrusts into you now, nearing his own end. It’s only when he feels you come again from the overstimulation ━ pussy clenching so taut around him, he can barely move ━ that he feels his release.

He spills into the condom with one final thrust into you, a delirious cry of your name ripping from his throat. “Ah━ Ah━ Fuck, Y/N. So good, so fucking good.”

Finally, he crumples against you sheepishly, burrowing his face in your collarbones, and suddenly the room falls silent. He listens as your heart mellows from a shrill thud, though feels you still quivering from your orgasms even long after. He wonders if you’ve begun to nod off before he pulls out of you, ripping the soiled condom from his softening dick, until he sees you softly gazing at him.

“You look so tired,” he says, penitently. He presses an all too tender kiss to your sweaty temple. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Wooyoung, I’m fine,” You promise in a snicker, though your heart swells twice the size in your chest as his sudden careful switch in demeanour.

“Here, come with me.”

He whisks you up and away from the bed to your bathroom, where he sits you on the toilet as he runs a bath for you, just like he had the first night he slept with you. He waits until it gets warm and soapy, lavender notes wafting around the room from the bath bomb he had nicked from Jinsol’s side of the cabinet. Then, he helps you into the porcelain tub. He’s stopped by you when you tug at his hand lightly, asking innocently, “Join me?”

And he can’t possibly say no. So, he settles into the water with you, wedging you between his thighs as you rest your back against his chest. It’s comforting to be like this after such an intense night, the warm water and his presence soothing your aching body. As usual, away from the bed where everything had happened, you feel as if you and Wooyoung have returned to nothing but an innocent pair of friends ━ but, deep down, you know that’s not the case. Maybe it’s in the way your heart warms and flutters with his every touch even now, his arms wrapped around your middle.

He hears you whisper at some point, “Thanks, Youngie.”

“For the sex or the bath?”

“Both,” You laugh. “Everything. I needed it.”

He bites at his lip as if to hide the foolish smile threatening to spread across his face, but you aren’t even looking at him right now. Instead, you’re resting your head against his shoulder, staring at the way your fingers play with his own in a gesture not quite a hand-hold but makes Wooyoung’s head spin in a good way nevertheless.

“We can…” he trails off. “We can make this a regular thing. If you want.”

“You would want that?” Your eyes light up as you crane your neck to look at him.

“Just for practice, of course.”

“Right. Of course.”

“I mean, friends helping friends is a completely natural thing to do, right?”

“Yeah, totally.”

There’s a beat of silence as you stare at once another, before you each dissolve into a fit of laughter that almost seems self-aware but is really just fueled by the growing exhaustion from the night. Still, Wooyoung’s proposition hangs heavy in the air, exciting you to no end. Was it so wrong to feel that way about your best friend? Maybe so.

“Now, about those nudes…” Wooyoung’s abrupt mention of the nudes you had taken for Yeonjun causes you to groan aloud.

“Ugh, so stupid. I know,” You roll your eyes. “I already deleted them.”

“Damn.” You’re startled to hear Wooyoung sound genuinely upset. Though it’s not for long and, instead, replacing it, is a playful grin. “Guess I can settle for the real thing though.”

He reaches down to grasp at the underside of one of your breasts, and you gasp. Your fingers prod at his sides, though you’re far from offended. “Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung snickers, but your voice fades out into a delighted hum as his head dips lower so that he can kiss his way down from your collarbones to your chest.

“Can we still watch a movie tonight?” he asks pensively, and a little too chastely, considering the way he continues to kiss at your chest.

Still, the question makes you smile wide. “Only if you make me ramen.”

“Deal.”

Wooyoung mirrors your smile, so wide and pure that you almost forget all about the night. It’s easy anyways, if only because Wooyoung has a way with his words and actions, grounding you back to reality with every joke and every delicate touch.

Because that’s what friends do, after all ━ ramen and sex aside.

But maybe, just maybe, you want something more.

Wooyoung’s only just returned to his apartment from a full day of classes, craving nothing but to crawl back to his room to sleep the rest of the evening away until you eventually call him to wake him up like you typically do, when he gets a series of sudden texts from you in a row. He sees the messages first, the chat bubble with your display name and the silliest picture of you he could find as your display icon:

thanks for the other night woo

thought you might like these xoxo

It seems to take an eternity for his phone to unlock and for the messages to load properly, until he finally sees it. Two pictures, one right after the other, both of you which you had taken in a mirror. The first one is similar to the one you had accidentally sent him instead of Yeonjun that one night, clad in a similar black lace bra, sheer enough that he can see every shape and curve and detail of your breasts. The other picture is you, completely topless.

He nearly chokes.

Then, he decides any prospective nap he had thought he was going to take that evening pales in comparison to what he wants to do now. Jerking off to your picture doesn’t sound so bad, nor does calling you to hear your voice on the other end.

He’s fortunate when you pick up on the second ring.

“You’re lucky I didn’t open those texts while I was in class.”

“Why?” He can hear the smirk in your voice. “So you wouldn’t risk popping a boner in front of everyone? For someone who has so much experience, you sure love my boobs a lot.”

Wooyoung can’t help but roll his eyes, though it’s not his fault. He has urges too ━ some of which aren’t being met right now. “What are you doing right now?”

“Walking back to my dorm. Yeonjun asked if we should meet for coffee but━”

“Great. Don’t go home just yet,” he says. “I need you at mine, now.”

You cackle on the other end. “For another practice session or just so you can get me to suck you off again?”

“Yeah, both. Either one,” he says urgently. “Unless…”

“Say no more,” You interrupt him, making him grin from ear-to-ear. “I’ll be there in ten.”

And Wooyoung thinks, yeah, he can get used to this. If you’re his before Yeonjun can get you, or his in any way, then he can definitely get used to it.

(Though maybe not for very long.)

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readerinsertfanfiction · 4 years

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Hehe we talked about it 2 seconds ago and here i am😂😂can ya pretty please write an wardrobe hc for ikesen plz (whick ever of the sweet bois u want) of how they would react to MC who loves wearing gym/exercise clothes ie i only wear tights, sports bra and crop tops like they are sooo comfortable ❤🔥🥰 thanx love ❤🌻

😂 asdfghjkl. Ded. Okay, okay let’s get down to this.

Context: I joked around that I would give out headcanons for those who want if they give me a description of their wardrobe.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Characters: I’m aiming for the whole cast and I did it! Yes!

Oda Nobunaga

His first reaction is curiosity. What is this style? What are these clothes you wear and what are they made from? He wouldn’t mind that it is so revealing, scandalising so, in fact he would probably enjoy it and make an indecent joke or two.

If you’re intimate with him he will make sure that you only wear those clothes in private, when it is only you and him. He doesn’t need you to scandalise the rest of his men, but he definitely doesn’t want them to see your skin as much as he does.

I can see him jokingly pull out a fundoshi (Japanese traditional underwear) to compare to your clothes and then laugh about it very loudly.

Will definitely make the above joke when you first meet and he summons you to the war meeting in your usual clothes. It will be humiliating, but then he will offer you some era-appropriate clothes.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Scandalised. He will screech like a victorian governess about the inappropriateness of your clothes. Immediately throws his coat over you.

Will always be nagging at you to wear something more appropriate, or to think of your position. “You’re dragging the name of Lord Nobunaga down!” -- though he means well and actually is looking out for you, but do please, argue with him, don’t have him talk to you like that.

After a while he will just carry an extra cloak with him to throw over you. “Hideyoshi, aren’t you warm with that second coat?” “Yes, yes, I am, but I got to protect the dignity of my lord!”

Again, I wish to press the fact that he is more worried about your well-being than Nobunaga’s name, he just says it is for the sake of his lord’s reputation, because that honestly is easier to argue about for him.

Ieyasu Tokugawa

What is this? Why is he always turning around and heading for the other way? Is he avoiding you? What? Ieyasu Tokugawa will not deal with the extra skin.

Will probably also throw an extra blanket or cloak over you. “You look cold, you should wear more clothes.”

He really can’t be honest about it, but the extra skin, the form-fitting clothes, they are the reason why he can’t look you in the eye. There is so little left to the imagination and he is still a man and oh gosh, he is blushing.

Please don’t confront him about the fact that he is trying to avoid you. He will make up some sharp excuse and say something he regrets in regards to your clothes and oh, the shame.

Mitsuhide Akechi

Well, this is interesting. Are fabrics expensive from where you come from? Is that why you wear so little? Another result of poverty, or some outrageous sense of fashion that he isn’t aware of yet?

Would see the practicality in the form-fitting tights. They do help with movement, but still, are they also supposed for seduction? Definitely an effective distraction mechanism.

Will make little jokes about how you are probably wearing kid-sized clothing, because that top really should be covering more than just your chest.

Yes, he will tickle you. Your waist will be the main target, because if you are going to reveal that so easily he is going to take advantage of that. I hope you aren’t ticklish.

Masamune Date

It is canon that he (dis)likes our modern undergarments, I think? So, modern gym wear? Count him a fan.

Plenty to see, just enough covered for him to still enjoy. It is bold, it is flashy, it is just his style.

If you ask him he will probably try a crop top or the tights. He will have to say he prefers the crop top, they are nice and flowy. Perfect for a hot day of training, or when in the kitchen. The tights he isn’t a fan of, they feel like they are pressing the blood circulation out of his legs.

Probably the most enthusiastic of the bunch to see and learn more about modern clothes and especially exercise (read: gym) clothes. Your world sounds fascinating and very practical!

Mitsunari Ishida

I can actually see him being blissfully unaware of the extra skin and the form-fitting clothes. He won’t realise it until it is pointed out and even then he won’t see anything wrong with it.

“If you’re comfortable you should wear them!” he will say. “You always look good to me!” he will compliment.

Honestly will be the nicest about it from the bunch. This man is a god-given gift, an angel who fell down to the earth and forgot his wings.

When the weather gets chillier he will worry about you, however. “Ah, are you sure you don’t want anything warmer and more comfortable?” he will ask, but he won’t force you into anything if you tell him no.

Ranmaru Mori

Everyone’s little brother will be a little confused over your dress. What did you call it now? A crop-top?

I feel that, if you have him wear your clothes he will rock them, and even enjoy them. It is like having a little sibling that you can dress up and the likes.

“What? Why are you calling me cute! You are the cute one!” he exclaims, though he does enjoy the attention given, and the colours that crop-tops come in. The tights can stay away, though.

Will be a little bit conscious of your somewhat revealing wardrobe, but will try not to act scandalised about it. He tries to respect you for your choices, even if he worries for your safety and the eyes of the rest of the men.

Yukimura Sanada

He will blush. A lot. And act very scandalised. Mostly because he has no idea how to react to your wardrobe, but also because he can’t get his mind out of the gutter.

“I’m a man too, you know!” he will warn you. Cue confused expression, because what does he mean with that? Gosh, Yuki, no, it isn’t because you’re not considered a man, doof. #misunderstanding.

Will hide you in his sleeves when given the chance. Kimonos have wide sleeves and that means fabric that can cover you up. He will probably not think of carrying an extra cloak with him, because it is Yuki.

“Is this your secret to seducing the Oda-forces!” he will accuse you. Goodbye witchcraft, it is definitely the clothes that are to blame.

Shingen Takeda

“Is this how the gods above dress?” he jokes, appreciating the fashion and how it accentuates your figure.

Though, he will joke around that he will die of blood loss before his illness because of you.

“It is just me, or is it rather hot in here?” he jokes, stripping off his own top.

This man will appreciate it and try to match himself to it as well. It will be a show for sure.

Kenshin Uesugi

Will start out with his usual misogynistic remarks. “Trying to seduce my men, wench?” he says with enough malice.

Though, when he warms up to you he will mind your dress in a whole other way. “If you aren’t careful I will have to hide you,” he warns.

You will see that cage a lot faster than you did before and it is your wardrobe that is to blame. Not that he will let you out if you start dressing more era-appropriately.

Does not enjoy how other people are staring at you for your dress. Will threaten anyone who stares for too long, man and woman alike.

Sasuke Sarutobi

He is used to it, honestly. 21st century man from Japan. He probably has walked through Akihabara (the anime-district in Tokyo) more than once as well. He has seen his fair share of fashion and you are honestly tame.

However, since this is the sengoku era in which they aren’t very friendly towards strangers and basic human rights don’t exist yet he will worry. He will worry himself senseless and follow you around in the shadows.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dress yourself according to the era?” Sasuke tries to reason with you, but after a while he will just relent himself to it.

Will come up with something creative to meet your wishes and wants and that of the Sengoku era standards. There is a hidden fashion designer sheltered within this man.

Yoshimoto Imagawa

Not going to lie, but I feel he will find offense in your wardrobe. He strikes me as rather traditional.

Thinks it is rather classless, though he appreciates the colours. Otherwise he will mourn the loss of the fine sensibilities and elegance that comes with the traditional kimono.

“Must you reveal so much of yourself?” he questions, wondering what the aesthetics are like in your world. Though in time he will come to appreciate it, even if he doesn’t entirely understand.

Will ask you a bunch of questions on why you prefer this. Is it for flowiness and comfort? What about the yukata, have you tried that? Lighter fabrics? Will marvel a bit over the fabrics of your clothes, but also mourn the loss of quality that usually comes with mass-produced clothes.

Kennyo

Frowns at the clothes, wonders why, but keeps his opinions to himself, otherwise. You are your own person and he respects that.

Will make a comment on how men are beasts and beasts can’t be trusted, but otherwise will fight anyone tooth and nail if they dare to harm you, because just because you are dressed weirdly does not mean that they have any right to touch you!

Does marvel at the ease of your clothes and their efficiency. The warrior monks should honestly start to consider employing those tights of yours, because they are definitely a lot better than whatever they are using now and a lot easier to wear.

Will scowl at crop-tops however, because, no. Those are just useless pieces of fabrics that are better off used as napkins. Are you sure you didn’t accidentally run out of fabric when making these?

Motonari Mouri

The one who will mind it the least from all. It will remind him of the belly dancers in the middle-east - arabic countries.

Will definitely ask you if you could perform a dance for him. Feel free to feel offended and to call out this offense, because he does deserve a good wipe-off.

Will be the one supplying you with more short tops, though you can bet that they are more revealing that crop-tops. “What, I thought you liked them short and baring?” he questions, not understanding the difference.

From what I can see from his character design his pants are what comes closest to what your tights are. He will definitely be pulling at the fabric and wonder how it is so stretchy and comfortable and light. He will definitely need to loot a bunch for himself from wherever you got yours.

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happypuppys-archive · 3 years

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OMGGGG YOU’RE BACK KING MWAH MWAH MWAH ILY HIIII (/p) OKAY SO MY QUESTION IS: what’s your fav song?? atm or all-time doesnt matter. or who’s your fav music artist??? i’m curious and people’s music taste is very interesting. have a wonderful day <3

HEHE I AM !!!! ILYT :DD

hmmmm okay so i def do not know for all time (tho spotify says 21st century vampire KHDJSBDB) but i think rn it’s the eulogy of you and me by lil huddy bc it genuienly makes me feel rlly happy !!!!!

n hmm fav music artist???? i don’t have just ONE i have many so uh. a list: waterparks, wilbur, glass animals, 5 seconds of summer, halsey, harry styles, role model, josh a, arctic monkeys, the neighbourhood, and wallows :] (special mentions to fall out boy, chase atlantic, brockhampton, kevin abstract, taylor swift, joji, idkhow, childish gambino, and troye sivan)

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stepbystefh · 3 years

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Knetz srsly?

Okay i’m sooo bothered about these knetz nowadays. Those issues about historical dramas being cancelled by knetz is something i’m raging about (not to mention also the bullying scandals/issues involved by actors which some of them are not proven) They brought up and made the new historical kdrama “Joseon Exorcist” to cancel after 2 eps with the huge amount of production they have invested to it because of the reason “it’s implicating their history and culture, doing it dirty and sorts of reason” SRSLY? y’all ever read that it’s “FICTIONAL” to begin with. What’s wrong with these people??? Okay, first. i’m an international fan of kdrama, kpop and anything in seoul because ever since i’m in grade 6, it became my dream (i’m in college now, where does the time go by?). I started stanning 2nd gen kpop idols and got addicted to numerous korean dramas with different genres and stuffs. I mean at some point in my life, I thought everything in SEOUL is PERFECT. I even dreamt of living there, living your dreams is what they say. But as I grow up with it, from being naive and blinded by these “perfect” things about SEOUL, I started to be aware of it’s imperfections. REALITY hits us. there is no perfect in this world, there is no living thing and such are perfect, it always have flaws. (but yeah, i’m not going to mention all of that stuffs I learned rn)

back to the issue; These knetz nowadays are attacking historical dramas because of the reason that it made “a distortion in Korean history, as well as its problematic depictions of several major Korean historical figures” BUT IT’S FICTIONAL. FICTIONAL. I understand that Koreans value their rich history and culture with it, but come on why y’all have no common sense that it’s fictional?? do i need to define fictional? it’s not real. it’s just a mere depiction of imagination, invented, fake. what are these dudes mad about? clearly, it’s not going to distort real history if it’s fictional in the first place right? it’s just common sense. I’m so mad because even Mr. Queen (my faves huhu) was being dragged about this. The show had ended months ago yet they’re trying to point it out again, even bragging about the actors. oh god. LET THE ACTORS REST FOR CHRIST’S SAKE. And y’all just pointing out these certain dramas where there are tons of historical dramas out there have been produced through the years yet it’s successful. remember LOVE IN THE MOONLIGHT? or MOON EMBRACING THE SUN? and others. These are fictional to start with, or y’all being biased because of the actors who portrayed it favors you? disgusting.

tbh, they don’t even realize the other side of it, like the positive side. These korean dramas in historical genres are soo helpful for them in the first place. Why? because it gives opportunity for this rich history and culture of Koreans to be showcased in kdramas. How it showcased the historical styles, manners, places, language and others. Not all countries can do that, you know. To be able to still manifest their own history especially in 21st century. And I envy that because they have the chance to do it, you have the high technology, the materials, places, budget and etc. for you to be able to show the world how rich history you had in your country. And for us, as international fans, we deeply appreciated that even if most of it are FICTIONAL, still we appreciate how well done they manifest their history with it, to be able to reenact something in the past, by acting their manners, wearing the traditional clothing, the breathtaking places or traditional houses that have been preserved. I mean to be able to showcase that in the world, is SOMETHING. And through korean dramas, we experienced that. Even though how far we are, and all over the world, by watching historical kdramas it made us experience like we were there in their culture. no matter how fictional it is, HISTORICAL KDRAMAS ARE ART. oh gosh, it’s way too long now. sorry. supposedly i’m going to write this in my twitter acc but unfortunately, it had security issues which i can’t open it today. (idk when it will comeback) that’s why i’m sooo frustrated rn i miss my twitter ;-;

p.s i’m new to tumblr, i knew this for a long time but i just tried it today srsly tep :’) THANK YOU FOR READING HOPE Y’ALL UNDERSTAND ME AT SOME POINT HEHE ANNYEONG~

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jungshookgakookies · 6 years

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BTS Cypher Pt 2: Triptych

Album: Skool Luv Affair

Writers: Supreme Boi, Rap Monster, Suga, J-Hope

Producer: Supreme Boi

[J-Hope] 누구 때문에? 제이홉 때문에 nugu ttaemune? jeihop ttaemune Because of who? Because of J-Hope

누구 때문에? 랩몬 때문에 nugu ttaemune? raemmon ttaemune Because of who? Because of Rap Mon

다시 누구 때문에? 슈가 때문에 dasi nugu ttaemune? syuga ttaemune Again, because of who? Because of SUGA

모든 스타일과 흐름은 다 방탄 때문에 modeun seutailgwa heureumeun da bangtan ttaemune All of the style and flow is because of Bang Tan

21세기 한류를 이끌 애들의 또 시작된 놀이 21segi hallyureul ikkeul aedeurui tto sijakdoen nori The kids who will lead the 21st century Hallyu has started to play

우린 일곱 마리 늑대 urin ilgop mari neukdae We’re seven wolves

함성이란 양들을 몰이 hamseongiran yangdeureul mori gathering the lambs with a trap

지금부터 보이는 고장 난 랩들 견인 jigeumbuteo boineun gojang nan raepdeul gyeonin We pull through all the broken rap from now on

해가지 우린 계속 진격, 비트 위의 거인 haegaji urin gyesok jingyeok, biteu wiui geoin We keep driving forward, giants on the beats

방탄 싸이퍼 right here, 싸이코 right here bangtan ssaipeo right here, ssaiko right here Bang Tan cypher right here, psycho right here

링에 누가 있건 우린 다 이겨 ringe nuga itgeon urin da igyeo Whoever’s in the ring, we’ll win

rap fighter right here

난 hi여 넌 bye여 불난 타이어 우린 달려 nan hiyeo neon byeyeo bullan taieo urin dallyeo I’ll say hi, you’ll say bye, a burnt tire, we’re different

Fire, hot choir, 대중가요 잡을 싸이여 Fire, hot choir, daejunggayo jabeul ssaiyeo Fire, hot choir, captivating K-Pop like PSY

내 랩 거대한 떡대 니 귀에다가 대놓고 nae raep geodaehan tteokdae ni gwiedaga daenoko My rap is huge, I’ll say right in your ear

Fuck that 역대로 격해진 우리만의 폭행 Fuck that yeokdaero gyeokhaejin urimanui pokhaeng Fuck that, our riots got successively stronger

긴 말 필요 없이 랩으로 설명해 gin mal pillyo eobsi raebeuro seolmyeonghae Don’t need long explanations, just explain with a rap

BTS, follow the leader 지금부터 go해 BTS, follow the leader jigeumbuteo gohae BTS, follow the leader, let’s go now

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[Rap Monster] 난 랩 와이퍼, 완전 싸이코 nan raep waipeo, wanjeon ssaiko I’m a rap wiper, a complete psycho

내가 다이서라면 임마 난 다이스 다 있어 naega daiseoramyeon imma nan daiseu da isseo if I’m a dicer then I have all the dice

싸이퍼, 니가 nice면 임마 난 nicer ssaipeo, niga nicemyeon imma nan nicer Cypher, if you’re nice, I’m nicer

니가 프라이드면 niga peuraideumyeon If you’re Pride

임마 난 크라이슬러 that mean imma priceless imma nan keuraiseulleo that mean imma priceless then I’m a Chrysler that means imma priceless

니들이 뭔데 내 랩에 니들의 nideuri mwonde nae raebe nideurui Who are you to judge my rap?

식견으로 점수를 매겨, rapper? sikgyeoneuro jeomsureul maegyeo, rapper? Rapper? I’m a Whitebeard

여긴 원피스 yeogin wonpiseu This is One Piece

난 흰수염 너넨 그냥 긴수염 nan huinsuyeom neonen geunyang ginsuyeom you just have long beards

한 마디로 메기여 fuck that han madiro megiyeo fuck that like catfish fuck that

히히하하 뛰뛰빵빵 시속 300 나가 hihihaha ttwittwippangppang sisok 300 naga Hehe haha, honk honk, 300 per hour

절차탁마의 절차 밟았으 jeolchatangmaui jeolcha barbasseu I’m going through the process of working hard

안 가리고 싹다 잡아 툼스톤 an garigo ssakda jaba tumseuton I won’t discriminate but catch them all tombstone

knock knock knock out Fire in the hole beat bing bing pow pow

넌 울며 찾아가지 니네 아빠 neon ulmyeo chajagaji nine appa you’ll cry and look for your dad

시시각각 랩 민짜들의 목을 죄여오는 sisigakgak raep minjjadeurui mogeul joeyeooneun My voice constricts the voices of the plain rappers

내 voice, PC방 마감 nae voice, PCbang magam at all times, like the PC cafe closing

여긴 왕국, 나는 킹 너는 덤 yeogin wangguk, naneun king neoneun deom This is a kingdom, I’m a king, you’re dumb

짝 씹어 삼켜 넌 버블껌 jjak ssibeo samkyeo neon beobeulkkeom I’m chew you and swallow, you’re bubblegum

뛰는 놈 위에 나는 놈 위에 타는 놈 ttwineun nom wie naneun nom wie taneun nom On top of the running man is the flying man, on top of the flying man is the one who rides on him

그게 나야 beat 비보다 나쁜 놈 geuge naya beat biboda nappeun nom That’s me, beat, a badder guy than Rain

난 걸레처럼 널기만 해 갖고 논 다음 nan geollecheoreom neolgiman hae gatgo non daeum Like rags, I just hang it up, after I play with it

니 고막을 찢어 단번에 boom boom boom ni gomageul jjijeo danbeone boom boom boom I rip up your eardrums, boom boom boom

이건 내 새벽의 저주, 악몽, 폭행 igeon nae saebyeogui jeoju, angmong, pokhaeng This is the curse of my dawn, a nightmare, a riot

연쇄살인, 강도, doom doom doom yeonswaesarin, gangdo, doom doom doom serial murder, theft, doom doom doom

넌 친구 없는 카톡, 볼 일 없어 neon chingu eomneun katok, bol il eobseo You’re like a Katalk with no friends, no reason to look

벌써 지렸니? 미안 화장실 없어 beolsseo jiryeonni? mian hwajangsil eobseo did you already wet your pants? Sorry, there’s no bathroom

내가 지금 명령해 mic 놓고 일어서 naega jigeum myeongnyeonghae mic noko ireoseo I’m commanding you, let go of the mic and get up

넌 그냥 천 해 neon geunyang cheon hae Just do the “chun”

왜냐하면 넌 실 없어 waenyahamyeon neon sil eobseo because you have no “shil”

난 널 밀쳐내 니가 너무 싫어서 nan neol milchyeonae niga neomu sirheoseo I’ll push you out because I really don’t like you

나는 바느질 좀 잘해, 실 천해 naneun baneujil jom jalhae, sil cheonhae I’m good at sewing, putting it into practice

나 지금 으르렁대, 너 좀 위험해 na jigeum eureureongdae, neo jom wiheomhae I’m growling right now, you’re in a bit of danger

넌 그냥 연 해 말했잖아 실 없어 neon geunyang yeon hae malhaetjanha sil eobseo Just do the “yeon,” like I said, you have no “shil”

하늘로 올라가 올라가 찢어져, fuck it haneullo ollaga ollaga jjijeojyeo, fuck it Rise and rise to the sky but get ripped, fuck it

주석, 난 널 잊었어 juseok, nan neol ijeosseo I’ve forgotten you

나의 목소리, 나의 헤게모니 naui moksori, naui hegemoni My voice, my hegemony

일부터 십까지 싹 다 내가 키웠어 ilbuteo sipkkaji ssak da naega kiwosseo I made it from one to ten

나 온 세상을 내 혀 위에 올려다 놓지 na on sesangeul nae hyeo wie ollyeoda nochi I put the whole world on my tongue

큰 데서 놀아, I ain’t spittin low shit keun deseo nora, I ain’t spittin low shit I play with big boys, I ain’t spittin low shit

On the CD, 아님 TV, you can see me On the CD, anim TV, you can see me On the CD or the TV, you can see me

envy me, it’s a pity, gee gee Bitch Imma monster I rap with a prospect yeah I rap with a mindset I’m a suspect Sucka where yo rhymes at where you lines at? I’m da king, I’m the god so where ma emperors at? I parachute on my Neverland, Imma Peter Pan, so this will never end You know when I ride on my G5 you sit first class and satisfy and I keep giggling Keep gigglin, keep jigglin

bring yo fucking mic beat 한판 붙어볼래? bring yo fucking mic beat beat hanpan buteobollae? bring yo fucking mic beat wanna have a go?

자부심과 이상한 신념뿐인 jabusimgwa isanghan sinnyeomppunin Hyungs who are sick with pride and

신병 걸린 형들은 8마디면 헤벌레 sinbyeong geollin hyeongdeureun 8madimyeon hebeolle strange beliefs get lost after 8 measures

늙은 애벌레, 더 더 더 더러 이 neulgeun aebeolle, deo deo deo deoreo i You old caterpillars

beat 줄게 한 번 해봐 버 버 버러 beat julge han beon haebwa beo beo beoreo I’ll give you this beat, give it a try

지들아 랩이나 좀 잘하고 떠들어 jideura raebina jom jalhago tteodeureo Hey, start talking when you can start rapping

니넨 랩 못하게 해야 돼, 법으로 ninen raep motage haeya dwae, beobeuro There should be a law restricting you from rapping

[J-Hope] 누구 때문에? 제이홉 때문에 nugu ttaemune? jeihop ttaemune Because of who? Because of J-Hope

누구 때문에? 랩몬 때문에 nugu ttaemune? raemmon ttaemune Because of who? Because of Rap Mon

다시 누구 때문에 슈가 때문에 dasi nugu ttaemune syuga ttaemune Again, because of who? Because of SUGA

우리 셋이 모여서 uri sesi moyeoseo Us three gather together and

새 시대를 외쳐 sae sidaereul oechyeo shout out a new generation

제이홉 때문에 jeihop ttaemune Because of J-Hope

누구 때문에? 랩몬 때문에 nugu ttaemune? raemmon ttaemune Because of who? Because of Rap Mon

다시 누구 때문에 슈가 때문에 dasi nugu ttaemune syuga ttaemune Again, because of who? Because of SUGA

이 beat 위에 다음 타자가 랩을 해 i beat wie daeum tajaga raebeul hae The next batter will rap on top of this beat

[SUGA] 내 도메인 dopeman.com 마이크로 여럿 혼냈지 nae domein dopeman.com maikeuro yeoreot honnaetji My domain is dopeman.com, scolded many with a mic

언행은 족쇄 같어 eonhaengeun jokswae gateo Speech and action are like shackles

내 죄명은 혀로 폭행 nae joemyeongeun hyeoro pokhaeng my crime is assault with my tongue

신앙심이 가득한 덕에 sinangsimi gadeukhan deoge You’re so bad ever since you were born

넌 태생부터 겁나 모태 neon taesaengbuteo geomna motae If you’re gonna whine about this beat, just leave

이 비트 위에서 엄살 부리면 넌 그냥 조퇴해 i biteu wieseo eomsal burimyeon neon geunyang jotoehae Look at the arrogance of the hip-hop con artists

힙합 꼰대들 목에 힘들어 간 것 좀 보세 hiphap kkondaedeul moge himdeureo gan geot jom bose When you were playing underground

니가 지하에서 놀 때 BTS 지상에서 노네 niga jihaeseo nol ttae BTS jisangeseo none BTS was playing at ground level

밤새 잠 퍼질러 잔 너에 비해 bamsae jam peojilleo jan neoe bihae Compared to you who sleeps all night

I’m workaholic shopaholic

니 fen 보다 많은 pen 과소비 ni fen boda manheun pen gwasobi Overspending on my pens that are more in number than

하며 all in 차면 goal in hamyeo all in chamyeon goal in your fans, if I go all in and shoot, it’s a goal in

goal in I’m ballin 니 랩 들으면 토 쏠림 goal in I’m ballin ni raep deureumyeon to ssollim Goal in, I’m ballin, when I hear your rap I’m about to throw up

니 여친도 홀리는 내 목소린 좀 꼴림 ni yeochindo hollineun nae moksorin jom kkollim My voice even bewitches your girlfriend

작업실 내 놀이터고 파트너는 펜 종이 jageopsil nae noriteogo pateuneoneun pen jongi The studio is my playground

호위가 권리인 줄 아는 howiga gwolliin jul aneun my partner is a pen and paper

너흰 속히 마이크를 내려 놓길 neohuin sokhi maikeureul naeryeo nokil You think being escorted makes you powerful

내가 해라면 너는 달 naega haeramyeon neoneun dal I hope you put down your mic

내가 뜰 때면 지니까 naega tteul ttaemyeon jinikka If I’m the sun, you’re the moon because when I rise, you go down

힙합 진품명품 새끼들아 hiphap jinpummyeongpum saekkideura All you hip-hip designer brand bastards

거품 위에서 내려와 geopum wieseo naeryeowa come down from the foamy bubbles

야 이 개구쟁이들아 개구진 ya i gaegujaengideura gaegujin Hey you brats, your crappy rap

니 랩은 그냥 신세 타령 ni raebeun geunyang sinse taryeong is a burden to others

니가 기다려온 시간 쉬다 niga gidaryeoon sigan swida Take a break and wait

오렴 PM니가 가라 하와이PM 집에 가렴 oryeom PMniga gara hawaiPM jibe garyeom just go to Hawaii, go home

내가 어디까지 가나 봐라 naega eodikkaji gana bwara See how far I go, all the rotten roots will be replaced

썩은 뿌릴 싹 다 갈아 sseogeun ppuril ssak da gara Everyone, let’s play a game

엎어 모두 한판 예상하지 못한 파란 eopeo modu hanpan yesanghaji motan paran without efforts, you’ll just be grieving

노력 없이 한탄만 해대며 막상 noryeok eobsi hantanman haedaemyeo maksang You think you can do music?

꼴에 음악 한답시고 놀 때 알바 자리나 kkore eumak handapsigo nol ttae alba jarina Just go look for a part-time job

더 알아봐라 너의 짧고 가느다란 deo arabwara neoui jjarpgo ganeudaran Although your short and thin career

커리어로는 하나 마나 겠지만 꼭 살아남아 keorieoroneun hana mana getjiman kkok saranama will get you nowhere I hope you survive

꾸준히 쭉 썩어 아마 니들 꼬리표는 아마 kkujunhi jjuk sseogeo ama nideul kkoripyoneun ama keep rotting away, that’s your label

추어 같은 인생 너희 랩은 아나바다 chueo gateun insaeng neohui raebeun anabada Your life is like a mudfish, your rap is recycled

아껴 쓰고 나눠 쓴 flow를 akkyeo sseugo nanwo sseun flowreul You save up and divide up the flow

받아쓰고 또 그걸 다시 쓰는 너 badasseugo tto geugeol dasi sseuneun neo write it up and use it again

hey beat 쪽 팔린 줄 알어 hey beat jjok pallin jul areo Hey beat, know that you’re embarrassing

너 24마디에 너는 자리 펴고 앓아 누워 neo 24madie neoneun jari pyeogo arha nuwo just with 24 measures, you lay down sick

니 덩치에 비해 랩은 가냘퍼 ni deongchie bihae raebeun ganyalpeo Compared to your size, your rap is so thin

니 부모처럼 널 볼 때 마다 맘 아퍼 ni bumocheoreom neol bol ttae mada mam apeo Like your parents, my heart hurts every time I see you

난 니 음악의 커리어 동맥에 마침표를 그 nan ni eumagui keorieo dongmaege machimpyoreul geueo I’ll put a period at the artery of your music career

#bts #cypher #bts cypher pt 2 #triptych #suga #rm #jhope #skool luv affair #lyrics

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