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Kinktober 「10:06」 — k.woosung

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➮ werewolf!Woosung × fem!Reader wc: 5.4k summary: All you wanted was a quiet, relaxing night to yourself after a tough week at work. One night to relax and unwind. With your clothes in the wash, you decide to borrow one of your roommate’s shirts. Something he notices when you walk back into the living room while he’s taking a break from gaming. genres/themes/au: angst/fluff/smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: pee, food consumption, alcohol, physical violence (as a joke); sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! taglist for kinktober is CLOSED. Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: this is my first time writing for Woosung so pls be nice! He’s been plaguing my thoughts a lot outside of this special and originally, this was supposed to be Tao but because of his impending nuptials and the announcement of his relationship, I’m respecting that and decided to make this my introduction to writing for the Rose, by request of my best friend! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), knotting, creampie, unprotected sex (use condoms), use of pet names (hers: baby, darling, etc.; his: daddy), oral (f receiving), mild praise (f receiving), and that should be all but let me know if I missed any! kinks: Knotting + creampie dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Is that my shirt? ❜❜

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To say you had a shit day was an understatement.

First, your alarm went off late, then you burnt your toast while getting ready to leave the apartment, so you decided to stop by a coffee shop and get a muffin with your coffee but the line was so long so by the time you finally got to the office, you were late and while your boss was kind, you felt extremely bad and it set the mood for your entire day.

You were swamped with work, meetings one right after another. Your lunch in the breakroom fridge got thrown away by mistake so you decided to get something from the vending machines just to get you through the rest of the day but the machine ate your first bill and by the time you returned to your desk, you were drained and not ready to face the rest of your shift.

But face it you did, sitting through boring end of quarter meetings, watching slideshows about growth projections and even a couple meetings that could have been emails instead. By the time the end of the day rolled around, you were ready to go home and relax, ready to enjoy the weekend.

The trip home wasn’t any better than the trip to work. You missed your train as it was 15 minutes early and left before you got there, so you had to wait at the station for another 20 minutes for another train which also did not arrive at the correct time. So instead, you went back up to the street to see if the bus was any better. While waiting at the stop, someone’s dog tried to use your leg as a fire hydrant but managed to only get your shoe.

So now your foot was covered in piss, you were stuck in the city for almost an hour after work. By the time you arrived at your building, you discovered the elevator was down and you had no choice but to climb the stairs. To the fifth floor.

When you finally reached your front door, you were hot, sweaty, your foot was covered in dog piss, you were late, and all you wanted was to shower and then curl up in bed with a bottle of wine and cry for the rest of the night.

You pushed open the door after unlocking it, slamming it shut before kicking off your soiled shoe, cursing as you grabbed a paper towel, removed your stocking and grabbed the shoe to toss in the trash bin. The urine had soaked into it for over an hour and there was unfortunately no saving it, nor your stocking.

You kicked off your other shoe, adding it and your stocking to the trash and headed for your room, passing by your roommate’s shut door. You could vaguely hear soft music coming from behind the door as you passed and wished you had the tenacity and motivation to do what he did for work.

You knew being a full time content creator was not the easiest job in the world but Woosung made it seem easy. He was a largely popular twitch streamer with a large following and he managed to land several sponsorships and brand deals.

He paid his fair share of the rent, utilities, and groceries and you had no complaints. He was a generally quiet, clean, and courteous roommate and did his fair share of the chores. He was great company when you did spend time together and he was also a really great listener.

Not even the fact that he was a werewolf could put a damper on how much you loved sharing a space with him.

As you entered your room, you noticed your hamper and cursed under your breath. You still had a mountain of laundry to do. As you walked over and lifted the lid, you noticed it was empty. Shutting the lid, you saw a yellow post-it note sitting on the top of the lid.

I didn’t have enough laundry for a load so I added mine to yours.

Hope you don’t mind (:

~ your cool roommate

The corners of your eyes burned as you read the note over and over. The gesture meant more than you could say and as you walked out of your room and over to the small closet where the washer and dryer sat, you saw your clothes spinning with his, suds swirling around. ‘He must have just started the load before I got home,’ you told yourself.

You opened the dryer, hoping some of your clothes might be in here but it was only his. Cursing softly, you grabbed one of the tee shirts, a cream colored one with the picture of a Joshua tree with gray rocks in the background. It was one he’d gotten during one of his visits to the California national park.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to borrow his shirts when your clothes were in the wash as you often forgot to do your laundry in intervals so you always had clean clothes. You pulled the shirt out and shut the dryer, returning to your room to shower and change.

When you exited your room, wearing the shirt and a pair of loose shorts, you headed to the kitchen to make yourself some comfort ramen before drowning in a bottle of your favorite wine. You set up the pot with water and set it to boil, adding the noodles and soup base.

Once it was done, you sat at the kitchen island, eating the meal until it was all gone. It wasn’t the healthiest but sometimes you wanted something that tasted good, not necessarily something that was good for you. As you were washing the pot, you heard the soft click of a door and footsteps padding down the hall towards the kitchen.

“Hey,” your roommate said. You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled. “Hey, Woo,” you said, turning back to finish washing the pot as he moved to open the fridge, rummaging around until he grabbed a can of cola and shut it.

You heard the snap of the metal as he popped the tab and the first sip. You could feel his eyes on you but kept to your task, rinsing the pot and setting it aside to dry before rinsing down the sink basin. Woosung said nothing as he drank from the can, standing in the kitchen and watching you rinse the sink and wipe the counter. He finished the small can, tossing it in the recycle as you set aside the dish gloves and turned to face him.

His eyes immediately went to your torso, noticing the shirt.

A look came over him as his eyes narrowed. “Is that my shirt?” he asked suddenly. You nodded, stomach sinking as you suddenly wondered if you crossed a line by wearing it. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I should have asked,” you continued. “I just didn’t have any clean shirts.”

Woosung blinked rapidly as he stared before tearing his gaze away. “It’s fine,” he said in a tense voice. “I need to go do something,” he added in an undertone before heading back in the direction of his room, leaving you staring after him, confusion written on your expression.

Shutting the door with a soft click, Woosung let out a groan, walking over to and throwing himself face down on his bed. The sight of you in his shirt had awakened something in him and he needed to leave the room before he crossed any lines. He’d been struggling with these thoughts since well before today.

Most of the time, he was able to mask them, push them down, but for some reason, now of all times, he just couldn’t do it. He’d been on the verge of pouncing on you from the moment you walked into the room he happened to be occupying at the time for the last couple weeks.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, stewing in thoughts of you in his clothes, thoughts of you not in his clothes, thoughts of you not in any clothes when there was a soft knock at the door. He lifted his head, turning to face the door, uncertain if he heard correctly but when he heard another knock, he knew he wasn’t imagining things.

He got up with a groan, walking over to unlock and turned the knob, pulling the door open. He regretted it instantly, finding you standing on the other side, still in his shirt and those tiny shorts. He held his breath as you stood there, looking up at him with those curious eyes of yours. The same eyes he envisioned himself looking into as he fu—

“Did I upset you?” you asked, drawing him from his thoughts. Woosung sighed, giving you a tired smile. “No,” he said, leaning against the door frame. “I’m not upset, darlin’,” he answered. “I’ve just been out of it lately.” Your brows furrowed together in worry.

“Anything I can do to help?” you asked and he cursed you internally for being so helpful. There were a great many things you could do to help him but he pushed those thoughts from his mind. He didn’t want to push things into awkward territory because he knew once that line was crossed, there was no going back.

“Nah,” he answered finally. “Just something I have to handle on my own,” he added with a reassuring smile. Your eyes narrowed slightly before widening. “Oh!” you said, suddenly looking very embarrassed as you looked around. “S-sorry!” you squeaked. It took Woosung all but two seconds to figure out he had given you the wrong impression.

“Oh, oh my god no! Not that!” he said quickly, waving his hands. You looked back at him, noticing the pink tinge of his cheeks. As he let out an awkward laugh, running his fingers through his hair, you were suddenly overwhelmed with an unexplainable attraction to him. It wasn’t like he was never attractive before but you’d always firmly seen him as your roommate and now?

Something was different.

Woosung noticed the shift in your demeanor, hell he could smell the difference. He didn’t even need body language. He wasn’t a stranger to the stench of arousal; in fact, it was a smell he knew all too well. He’d just never smelt it like this coming off of you.

It took every ounce of willpower he had to not jump you right then and there. He needed to get out of this situation before he did something he would regret. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can help you with?” you asked, taking a step forward. Woosung’s breath caught in his throat.

“I-I’m sure,” he answered, chuckling nervously. He didn’t miss the way your expression fell as you took a step back. “Well, if you insist,” you said softly. As you started to turn away, Woosung felt like he could breathe but suddenly you turned back to look at him. “Thanks by the way.”

He tilted his head curiously. “For what?”

“For doing my laundry,” you replied. “I know it’s not a big deal but today has been… an ordeal,” you said with a sigh. Woosung could hear the exhaustion in your voice. It wasn’t a physical exhaustion, it was a mental one. It was the tone he would normally hear before offering to listen to you because he actually cared about you. He didn’t like it when you were upset.

He liked it better when you were smiling and laughing at his dumb jokes.

“Oh no,” he said with a slight smirk. “What happened?” You looked up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears and his smile fell immediately. “I had a really shitty day,” you replied, holding back a sob. He couldn’t bring himself to turn you away now, not when he could see that you were on the verge of tears. . He always provided you a shoulder to cry on and he wasn’t about to deny you that.

Opening his bedroom door more, he stepped back. “C’mere,” he said, holding out a hand for you. Hesitantly, you took it and allowed him to guide you into his room as he shut the door behind you. He guided you over to the bed, sitting you down before grabbing his desk chair and rolling it over to sit in front of you.

“Talk,” he said simply as he sat down. You looked up at him before bursting into tears, relaying the events of the day to him from waking up late all the way to missing the train. Woosung listened without complaint, as he always did. At some point he took your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back with his thumb.

“And when I was waiting for the bus, someone’s fucking dog peed on my shoe and ruined it!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Woosung’s brow furrowed. “You mean the owner let their dog piss on you? What the actual fuck?” he snapped.

“Where did this happen?” he asked. “What did the dog look like?”

You look up at him, your sobs subsiding for a moment. “What? Wh-why?”

“Cause I’m gonna go case the area and beat the shit out of the owner for letting their dog pee on someone. Who the fuck does that?” A look of confusion crossed your face before you let out a laugh. Woosung’s expression softened immediately, reaching up to wipe a tear away.

“Gotcha,” he said with a smile, his voice softer. “I am serious though,” he added.

“I will go jump the owner, if you want me to.”

You shook your head, bringing your hands up to wipe your face. Woosung got up, grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and handed them to you. Thanking him, you used them to wipe your face and nose while he sat back down in his chair.

“You wanna order takeout and watch Gilmore Girls again? From the beginning?” he asked. You shook your head. “No,” you replied, looking up to meet his gaze. “But thank you. I think I’ll just go lay down and wallow in my misery for the night.” Woosung chuckled as you got up, moving to grab all your used tissues. Woosung rolled over to his desk, grabbing the waste bin, and rolled back.

You tossed the tissues in and thanked him again.

He got up after placing the bin back and walked you to the door.

“Maybe I’ll get on tinder,” you said suddenly. Woosung wrinkled his nose. “Why the fuck would you do that?” he asked as he leaned against the doorframe while you stood in the hallway. “I think I just need someone to fuck the sadness out of me,” you replied, your tone light and joking but Woosung felt a shift in the atmosphere.

“Ah well, goodnight,” you said, starting to turn away. Unable to control his movements, Woosung stepped forward, hand closing around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. You turned to look down at his hand around your wrist before looking up to meet his gaze. “What’re you—?”

“Don’t,” he said suddenly. You stared back at him, confusion invading your senses. “Don’t what?” you asked curiously. “Don’t go on tinder to find someone to fuck you,” he answered quickly. A little too quickly. “Woosung,” you started. “I was just kiddi—”

“Let me do it.”

‘Well that was unexpected.’

You stared back at him, eyes wide, brows raised as he held your gaze. As you studied his face, you could tell there wasn’t even an ounce of humor in his expression. He was being serious. “Wait,” you said softly. “You’re being serious?” you asked. Woosung nodded, again much too quickly. He was eager.

“Yes,” he answered. “Don’t bring some stranger into our home. If you want someone to fuck the sadness out of you, let me do it.”

You stared at him incredulously, a thousand reasons why this was a bad idea invading your mind, mostly about him being your roommate and potentially ruining the dynamic and making things extremely awkward. If you turned him down now, it would definitely make things awkward but if you accepted, wouldn’t that also make things awkward?

“But we’re roommates,” you said softly as he gently tugged you closer, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “So?” he asked softly as he pulled you into him. “It’s not uncommon for roommates to eventually hookup,” he added. “But what if this makes things weird between us?” you whispered as his hand moved up to cup your chin, tilting your head back.

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” he replied. “Not if we don’t make it weird.”

You stared up at him as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “Think about it,” he added. “You know me. We’ve lived together for how long? Three years at least? You trust me, right?” he asked. You nodded slowly, lips parting slightly.

Testing the waters, Woosung gently pushed his thumb between your parted lips, letting out a sigh as he felt your tongue meet his thumb as the pad pressed into your mouth. “Will you let me?” he asked softly, his free hand coming up to the back of your neck. You looked up at him, saliva pooling in your mouth as the pad of his thumb pressed down on your tongue.

“How about it, darlin’?” he asked. “Will you let me fuck the sadness out of you?”

An intense need washed over you and without thinking, you nodded as he retracted his thumb from your mouth. “I need to hear you say it, Y/N,” he said, taking your face in his hands. “Yes,” you croaked out. “Please, Woosung.”

“Please fuck the sadness out of me.”

Woosung pulled you into a kiss, lips crashing against yours roughly. Your hands settled on his chest as he backed into the room, pulling you with him until he could kick the door shut with his foot. His hands slid down your neck and shoulders to your sides until they found purchase on your hips, turning your back towards his bed as he guided you towards it.

You stopped when the back of your legs bumped the edge of the mattress but still Woosung didn’t break the kiss. He’d been thinking of this moment for longer than he’d like to admit and now he finally had you ready and willing in his grasp. He finally broke the kiss, lips trailing down the side of your neck as you tilted your head, giving him more access.

Goosebumps erupted over your skin as his hand moved down, smoothing over the curve of your ass and grabbing a handful of it, pulling your hips against his. “Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?” he whispered in your ear. You shook your head as you felt his tongue against your skin.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you borrowed one of my shirts,” he admitted. “Seeing you in my clothes makes me want to rip them off, pin you down, and fuck you until you can’t walk.” You let out a groan as his teeth sank into your skin. “Fuck, make that sound again, baby,” he groaned.

You let out another moan as he grinded against you, his half hard cock pressing into you. “Come here,” he said, sliding his hands down to the back of your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you with a surprising amount of strength that probably had a lot more to do with his werewolf nature than with the amount of time he spent in the gym.

He climbed into the bed, walking on his knees until he was able to drop you in the center of the mattress, leaning over you. His lips met yours again in a passionate kiss as his hands moved down to your waist, dipping under his shirt. His fingers left fire in their wake as his hands moved up to cup your chest under the shirt.

“No bra?” he groaned against your mouth. “God, you drive me fucking crazy.” Your back arched off the sheets as he grinded against your clothed pussy. “Woosung,” you groaned, hips rolling to match his movements. “Yeah, babe?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin.

“I need you,” you answered breathlessly, fingers dragging through his dark locks. You heard him chuckle softly. “You have me, baby. I’m not going anywhere until I’ve made you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,” he murmured. He pushed the shirt you wore up above your breast, thumbs brushing over your nipples as he kissed along your jaw.

Quickly, he pulled back, helping you pull the shirt off and tossing it aside. His eyes roamed your body, drinking in every detail. You started to feel hyper aware of every mark, and scar and attempted to cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Don’t even think about hiding from me,” he said as his hands slid down your arms. Your lips parted in a sigh as he cupped your chest again, gently kneading your breasts. “God,” he groaned as he watched your body react to his touches. “You have the perfect tits.”

Your cheeks burned. “Woosung,” you whined. “What?” he asked, picking up your tone of embarrassment. “It’s true, baby. The things I want to do to these,” he added, squeezing them once more before his hands slid down to your shorts. “But this ain’t about me,” he continued.

“This is about you.”

His fingers tucked under the waistband of your shorts and panties, wasting no time as he pulled them both down your thighs and discarded them somewhere in the room, telling himself that he’d clean up later. He sat back on his heels, spreading your thighs and getting an eyeful of your wet pussy.

You watched as he licked his lips, the urge to close your legs crossing your mind but even if you had tried, he wouldn’t have let you as he held them open with a strong grip. “Remember what I said earlier?” he asked, not looking up from your cunt.

“‘I’m not going anywhere until I’ve made you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,’” he repeated. You nodded as his hands skimmed along the inside of your thighs. “Which do you want first?” You stared back at him as his words sank in. You had no idea where you wanted him to start. Your eyes watched as his tongue peeked out, wetting his lips.

“Tongue,” you said instantly. A smirk spread across his face as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. You didn’t get the chance to appreciate his body as he leaned over, kissing down the valley between your breasts, his kisses moving down your stomach until he drew level with your mound.

He laid down, getting comfortable as he spread your thighs. He glanced up once, meeting your eyes and giving you a smirk before he looked back down.

The first lick against your clit was slow, deliberate as he dragged his tongue up, making you moan loudly. He groaned against you, enjoying the taste on his tongue. “You taste so good,” he mumbled, pulling back briefly before going back in, tongue gliding over your clit in slow drags.

Your fingers curled into the sheets as your back arched off the bed. “F-fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned. Woosung took that personally, wrapping his arms around your thighs and holding you down as his mouth moved over your pussy, tongue dragging over wherever it could reach. From your clit to your entrance but he focused most of his attention on your clit, licking and suckling on the senstive nub until your thighs were shaking.

“M’close!” you gasped, tension building in the pit of your stomach until it snapped and you came with a moan of his name. Woosung pulled back, wiping his mouth and chin quickly before kissing his way up your body until his lips found yours, tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers traced around your entrance, sliding into you quickly.

He barely gave you time to recover as he started pumping them in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace, curling them against your walls and making you moan against his mouth. He set a steady pace, alternating between pumping his fingers and curling them, enjoying the way your body responded to both motions.

“Come on, baby,” he groaned, moving his fingers faster. “Cum for me again. I know you can give me another one.” You let out a whimper as your orgasm approached quickly. “That’s it, baby girl, let go,” he cooed, smiling against your lips as you came again, walls fluttering around his fingers as he helped you ride it out. “Good girl,” he whispered between kisses. “You’re doing so well for me.”

You whined as pulled his fingers from you, eyes fluttering open as he removed his shorts and underwear. “Fuck,” he swore. “Let me get a condom.” He started to get up but you grabbed his arm. “Don’t,” you said breathlessly. “I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

Woosung stared at you, eyes wide. “Are you sure?” he asked. He was perfectly fine with foregoing condoms if it’s what you wanted but he wanted you to be absolutely sure. You nodded, tugging him back towards you. “Yes,” you said, nodding eagerly. “Just fuck me, please.”

Woosung slotted himself between your thighs, lips meeting yours as he kissed you slowly. “Are you absolutely sure, baby?” he whispered, pressing short kisses against your lips and cheeks. You nodded once more. “Yes, I’m sure. Please, daddy.”

Woosung’s eyes popped open as the name slipped out and he pulled back to look at you, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across his face. “Daddy, huh?” he whispered, chuckling when you whined in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you whined but he shook his head, kissing your cheeks again. “S’okay, baby. If you wanna call me daddy, I don’t mind.”

You felt the head of his cock sliding between your folds, pressing against your swollen clit. “I’m still gonna fuck the sadness out of you so it doesn’t matter what you call me.”

Before you could respond, he started to push into you, cock sliding into your hole slowly, stretching you as he gave you inch by inch until his shaft was buried fully inside you. He let out a strained groan as your walls enveloped him, his hips stilling as he let both of you adjust slowly.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, resting his forehead against yours. “Feels so fucking good, baby.” You whined in response, wiggling your hips and silently begging him to move. He didn’t need you to tell him again as he pulled back, sliding out of you before snapping his hips into you, sheathing his cock in one thrust and making you moan loudly.

“M’gonna fuck the sadness out of you,” he said in a low, deep voice. “But I need to know how hard you want it.” You grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling your legs closer and letting him sink deeper. “Hard,” you said softly as he pulled back to look at you. “If you’re going to fuck the sadness out of me,” you started, staring into his eyes.

“You’re gonna need to do it hard and fast. Make me forget everything bad that’s happened today.”

Woosung let out a chuckle, nodded. “You got it, baby girl.”

He immediately set a fast, hard pace, thrusting into you with deep, powerful strokes that had you choking on your moans as the sound of skin echoed around his room. Your cheeks burned as you heard the wet sound of his cock entering your cunt repeatedly but you couldn’t be bothered to say anything about it when the base of his cock pressed against your lips.

You hadn’t gotten a good look at it but you knew as a werewolf, he had some parts that weren’t entirely human. You sort of wish you’d gotten a look at his cock but you could feel the difference. With each thrust, the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your hole. You wondered if he was going to try and fit it inside you but that was something for future you to worry about.

“F-hng-fuck,” you moaned. “So fucking big.” Woosung let out a groan, cock twitching inside you. “You like it baby?” he whispered in your ear. “Like how my big cock feels inside you? Like how it stretches your tight little cunt?” You nodded, whimpers leaving your lips as you could feel the knot pressing against your hole even more, a slight stinging as it tried to enter you.

“M’gonna fuck you full,” he growled, thrusts increasing in pace and power as he tried to push the knot into you. “M’gonna fill this little pussy and knot you.” You gasped out as he slammed into you, the knot pushing halfway into you and making you cry out.

“I can’t, daddy! S’too big!” you whimpered. Woosung pulled back, resuming his thrusts. “You can take it, baby girl. I know you can,” he murmured. “Come on, baby. Show me how well you take it.”

He slammed into you again and you cried out as the knot pushed inside you, stretching your cunt as the pain stung, a burning settling in your pussy as he pushed all the way in until your cunt wrapped around the base of the knot, firmly locking him in place as he came, your cunt clenching around his cock.

The feeling of his seed spilling into you had you cumming in time, walls fluttering around his cock, knot and all. As the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over you, Woosung coaxed you through it, gently thrusting while buried deep inside you. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Taking all of it. I bet you feel so full,” he continued. “How does it feel, baby?”

Truthfully, the sting of taking the knot had subsided the moment you came and he was right, you felt extremely full of not only his cock but all of the cum he just dumped into you. As your cunt continued to contract around him, lodging the knot inside your walls, you could feel the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“So full,” you moaned. Woosung let out a chuckle as he rested his weight on top of you, getting comfortable. “How long do we have to stay like this?” you asked, curiosity taking over. “Mmm,” Woosung hummed as he thought for a moment. “Maybe like an hour?” he said, not entirely certain. “That was a pretty large load,” he added. “The knot takes some time to go down after it starts swelling.”

“It is pretty large,” you noted in a low tone. Woosung let out a laugh. “Oh baby, this is what it’s normally like. It’s just now starting to swell.” Your eyes snapped open as you met his gaze. “What?” you asked incredulously. As you spoke, you could feel his cock start to throb. “There it goes,” he said and you moaned, feeling the knot start to throb as well, slowly, it started to swell, your cunt stretching around it.

“Oh fuck me,” you groaned as Woosung pushed his cock further, making sure the knot was full enclosed in your walls. “It’s okay,” he reassured you. “We’re gonna be like this for a while,” he added as he peppered your face in kisses, making you giggle.

“Did it work?” he asked suddenly, pulling back to look at you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him. “Did what work?” A smile spread across his face. “Did I fuck the sadness out of you?”

You laughed loudly, ending in a moan as the knot swelled even more. “Yeah,” you answered with a nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth briefly. “Yeah, it worked. I don’t even remember why I was sad.” Woosung’s smile grew, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “Good,” he muttered.

“Just let me know the next time you’re sad and I’ll fuck it out of you again.” You giggled as he kissed your face more. “How about you just fuck me whenever?” you asked. Woosung stared down at you, his smile turning into a smirk. “Yeah?” he asked. “Got a taste for the knot and now you want it all the time?” You rolled your eyes, a smirk tugging at your own lips. “Isn’t that what they say?”

“Get knotted one time and you’ll never want another cock?”

Woosung burst into laughter. “That’s not a thing but sure,” he replied. “Once you get the knot, you’ll never swap.”

“Or something like that.”

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Day 2: Woosung 🎄 Orgasm Denial

Kinkmas 2023

Woosung chuckled against the skin of your neck, and you knew it was because of a funny line from the movie you had playing in the background, but you were too caught up in the pleasure his fingers were giving you to hear it.

You stretched and sighed contently, glancing over to the TV, but again couldn't concentrate when his fingers curled just right inside of you. Your eyes rolled back and head pressed into the pillow, and a blissful moan fell from your lips.

"Fuck, don't stop, baby," you pleaded, grabbing onto his arm in am attempt to hold it in place. You knew how he was; he loved to pull away at the last second. You loved it too, in hindsight. Denying you your orgasm and drawing things out heightened the pleasure even more, and you loved being at his mercy like that. But in the moment, when all your body's craving is that release, you felt like none of that matters.

Woosung propped himself on his elbow, laying next to you, and letting his thumb roll heavenly circles around your clit, making you squirm. "You don't want me to stop?" He asked teasingly, and you knew deep down that your answer wouldn't change anything.

You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut, your breathing heavy as your orgasm approached. "No, don't, don't stop, I-I, I wanna cum...I want it..." you babbled, trailing off. Woosung's fingers pumped in and out of you, pistoning expertly, his palm smacking your clit with each second.

"See, you say that...but I just don't believe you." You heard the smirk in his voice and bit your lip. That authoritative tone hit you and you felt like you've jumped forward in time, your climax suddenly right there. You shuddered and whined, feeling like you're right on the edge, and then suddenly it all stopped.

Your whine got even louder, your pussy clenching around nothing, and your legs tried to snap shut. If they did, that tiny bit of friction alone would have sent you over the edge, but Woosung knows this and knocked your knees apart before they touch.

"Mm-mm, not yet."

You let out a shaky breath and your gaze locked with his, yours surely filled with pathetic desperation. "That's a good girl." Your hips rolled in search of friction, and you felt yourself tumbling back down the hill, your climax falling back out of reach. You pouted at him, but he just looked amused. "You like it, don't you, babe?"

His smile was infectious and you couldn't help the smile that crept its way onto your face in turn. And he was right, you did like it. You still got to feel so much pleasure, and he knew exactly what he was doing and when to stop to leave you wanting more.

"Don't worry, I'll make you cum..." Woosung leaned in to kiss you hard, taking your breath away, his palm rubbing over your pussy gently. "...eventually," he mischievously tacked on at the end.

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atinystraynstay · 9 months ago

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Do you have any hard thoughts for Woosung? Idk if you know him but if you do I really want to know what you think..

omfg yes I know Woosung! I actually was able to see The Rose in October 🖤 if you ever get a chance to see them live, 11/10 you must go

ok let's dive in!

first things first, the man is very talented with his hands. One of his favorite things to do is come home and finger you. He loves the feeling of how warm and wet you get for him. He would start slow, maybe two fingers. He might add in a third if you ask nicely. But I think he just knows where to apply pressure, the right moment to curl his fingers that gets you curling your toes and rolling your head back.

You cannot convince me this man isn't a dom. He loves it when you're a good girl/boy for him but in the sense of asking him for oral, to finger you, have sex, etc. He loves it when you say "please" because he likes feeling like he's needed. So, when you ask him sweetly, he'll reward you.

I don't think sex with Woosung is vanilla. If anything, it's more sensual because he likes making you feel on top of the world so he is open to experimenting and trying new things. But he also knows when to channel that more romantic side to make sure you feel loved before he rearranges your guts. As a dom, he takes responsibility for creating the perfect atmosphere to allow you to trust him.

I do think he leans into spanking, bondage, and hair-pulling as ways to assert his dominance. When he gets rough, it's either after a bad rehearsal or if you've asked. He's never one to just jump into being rough so he probably needs to be prompted into letting out that more wild side.

I am now hot and sweaty so thank you 🫠

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ilwonuu · 8 months ago

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would you write for woosung? I need this man's hard thoughts so, so bad

of course i will omg sorry this is so late:( i saw the rose on tour last year,,,best concert of my life. they’re so pretty?? ok anyways im rambling i love the rose!!! i hope u enjoy<3

pairing- established relationship, dom!woosung x sub!reader

warnings- mentions of sex,, mdni!! lmk what else???

a/n- this is so late oh my god,,, im so sorry anon!!! i had this sitting in my drafts but it’s finally getting posted!!!

woosung who would love to tease you while you’re out. he loves to grab your thigh and touch you and ways he knew would make you needy.

woosung who loves to make out with you. he’s actually addicted to your lips. he will take any opportunity to kiss you.

woosung who loves when you ride him. he loves the way you fall apart on top of him. he loves that he can see your chest. he loves being so intimate with you. its 100% his favorite.

woosung who loves to have you on your knees for him. he loves the way you look up at him through your eyelashes. “use that pretty mouth?”

woosung who loves to have morning sex with you. waking up to feeling the warmth of you is his favorite. he is will never get enough of having you under him.

woosung who loves when you try to dom him. he let’s you have your fun for a little. but he won’t let you fully dom him. he loves to the let you dom him and immediately switch it on you. you always ending up under him.

woosung who loves to smack your ass when you pass. he loves how flustered you get. him sliding in a flirty remark. “what? how can i resist an ass like that?” you always rolling your eyes at him.

woosung who is so in love with worshipping you during sex. whispering praises and compliments when you’re under him.

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yeonjunniespoutylips · 1 year ago

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I feel like this is how Sammy from The rose f*cks...

I'm literally watering at the sight 🫠😵‍💫

Warning! Nsfw link ahead!

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kpopjust4u · 2 years ago

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Kinkmas - Day 24 (Final): Degradation W/ Woosung

Post Date: 24th December 2022 Content: Smut - The Rose Woosung x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Degradation/ HardDom!Woosung/ Sir!Woosung/ BratSub!Reader/ Fem!Reader/ Reader has a vulva / Nicknames - Sl*t & wh*re/ Punishment

Summary: Claiming to have been so good all year to the Santa at your mall, Woosung makes it evident that it’s all a facade.

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"All you've done all day is be a brat, princess," Woosung hisses in your ear followed by a slap across your ass cheek, marking it bright red as the sting lingers for a little bit, making you cry out loud.

What he means by that is that he really didn't approve of the outfit you were wearing whilst you went out for a bit of last-minute shopping.

Of course, you just had to wear a shirt that revealed a bit too much of your cleavage. Now and again adjusting just to get Woosung's attention - in the process, attention from onlookers, most with their jaws to the floor at the sight of you.

It was intentional, of course. You felt like trying to tease him whilst you were out. Well. You were being a bit of a brat. You couldn't help yourself.

That's not the only thing that's got him all worked up, but the fact you queued to go see "Santa", just to sit on his lap and batter your eyelashes at him. Taking longer than you should've, the queue of kids behind you start to get a bit impatient.

Woosung was unimpressed when you continue to batter your eyelashes at Santa, putting on a baby girl voice and starting to twirl your hair. Almost flustering the guy posing as Santa, blushing behind the fake beard.

"Santa, I've been such~ a good girl this year," You flirt with him, looking back at Woosung and noticing how red his face was getting and how irritated and pushed past his limits.

Good girl? You've got that wrong completely.

"I didn't do anything wrong, Sir," You whimper, a smirk creeping into your face.

You knew what you did. But playing innocent was the option you continue to choose despite acting the exact opposite.

"You know exactly what you did, you're a slut," He bites, growling deeply with his cheek pressed against yours.

He's got you locked underneath him. Pinned to the bed with his hands wrapped around your wrists above your head and you don't think that there could be anything hotter than seeing him like this.

There was something in the way that he got so wound up, set perfectly into the trap that you put down, that makes you so incredibly happy and horny. Purposely testing his patience just for your own gain and you could never regret it.

The doe eyes come out to play and you aren't backing down from feigning innocence, fluttering your eyelashes at him now. It obviously does something to him by the way he sighs and looks down, seemingly in defeat.

That "defeat" disappears and when he looks back up, there's nothing but lustful hunger in his eyes, dark with just the strong burning desire to ruin you until every bone and joint aches.

"Then why were you being such a whore and flirting with Santa, huh? Claiming to be a good girl... A good girl my ass," His grip tightens around your wrists and he nips at your bottom lip, making you wince at the feeling.

Trying to keep your innocent afloat, you pout at him, lip sticking out as you try to get out of his restraints.

“No point in trying, you’re just going to have to wait for me to punish you for being such a flirtacious whore,” His words play with both your mind and your core, making you choke on thin air.

Trying to give a little bit of trust in you, he removes his grip from around one of your wrists, cupping your cheek to give you what was barely classed as a kiss.

This is your punishment for behaving so badly.

Your punishment was to barely get touched by him, just to push you over the edge because you've tested him all day. Returning the favour in some kinda way.

There isn't anything you love more than to test him, but what you love more is how he reacts and how you get punished despite your whole body breaking apart and aching to be touched properly, to get the full satisfaction.

You love it when he breaks you, and he knows how to. A little too well.

With your hand free, you tangle your fingers in his hair, attempting to pull him in closer for a kiss. However, he dodges your lips completely and with a huge grin on his face, "Now, now. You're the one that's being naughty. You may be on Santa's good list but you aren't on mine".

With the hand that lets go of your wrist, he teases it down your sides, pulling at your underwear as he brushes over your cunt, making you whimper.

"Tell me how naughty you've been today, go on," He falsely coos at you, mocking you. His hand hovers over your core as you buck your hips upwards into his hands for some friction.

Though you may love getting punished, this was the punishment that gets to you the most. It's your own fault, you should've behaved better.

Shaking your head profusely, you try and string along the faux innocence for as long as you could but desperation to be touched takes over your mind.

"I haven't... Been... Naugt-" You try to get out in one coherent sentence, noticing his hand getting closer but retracting away from your core. But instead grabbing your thigh tightly.

"Are you sure? I think you may need to remember that you put yourself out there for everyone in town today. Everyone in town saw you being a little slut on Santa's lap whilst flirting with him," Woosung bites lowly, cooing at first but that swiftly changes.

Now you're at your breaking point, his words teasing the patience you had to keep the facade up.

It's evident it wasn't going to be for long when the palm of his hand pressed against your core, palm against your clit whilst his fingers rested against your entrance.

Then it goes, the facade, the lot of it. You're begging for him to touch you, telling him that you're the biggest whore in town. Just to be fucked like one.

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summxi · 1 year ago

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THE ROSE reaction to you asking them out

Woosung: He might flash his charming smile and respond with a playful remark, keeping the mood light. "Well, someone's brave! Let me think about it, okay?"

Dojoon: Being the romantic of the group, he might appreciate the gesture and respond in a poetic or sweet manner. "Wow, that's unexpected! Let me take you on a date filled with music and laughter."

Hajoon: Known for his laid-back and friendly demeanor, he might respond casually. "Sure, why not? Let's grab a coffee and chat."

Jaehyeong: With his calm and easygoing nature, he might respond with a warm smile. "I appreciate the offer. How about we spend some time together and get to know each other better?"

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miyx-amour · 6 months ago

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What do you think obsessive dommy Woosung w a fem y/n would be like?

HELLO WHY AM I ONLY SEEING THIS NOW IM CRYING

okay first things first he will do anything to play with your pussy everyday all day…after seeing his guitar solo in alive live let me tell you those fingers do NOT disappoint.

soft dom but TRUST he can be MEANNNN when he’s jelly 🙏 he does not give a flying fuck if you have an important meeting the next day. you WILL NOT be able to walk 😃

lemme tell you he doesn’t not fuck around with that big dick he got and needs to have it shoved up your pussy or down your throat at all times. definitely a qualifier for my strange addiction minus the strange part.

also OBSESSED with your ass and will touch it 24/7 365 no matter where you are or what you’re doing. oh and buttplug is a MUST!!! he just loves seeing a heart in your asshole when he fucks you in doggy.

overall woosung just loves fucking you 💗💗💗

#🎸 - miyx-amour #the rose hard hours #the rose hard thoughts #woosung hard hours #woosung hard thoughts #the rose smut #woosung smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #the rose x reader #woosung x reader

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daegudrama · 7 months ago

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Title: Go Your Own Way

Pairing: Namjoon/Woosung

Summary: Namjoon and Woosung come to a hard decision after weeks of arguing when faced with the reality of Namjoon leaving the region for college. In true fashion of their dysfunctional relationship they have one last moment of fun before calling it quits.

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As soon as the door shuts, Woosung presses Namjoon against the door. Their lips meet in fierce passion and Woosung is clawing at the buttons of his boyfriend’s shirt desperate to expose his toned muscles. Namjoon threads his fingers through Woosung’s long hair pulling just hard enough to sting. Their tongues push into each other's mouths playing together just as eagerly as all the times before. A rush of pleasure lights a fire in Namjoon’s chest and he pulls Woosung even closer until it's hard to tell where one man ends and the other begins.

Woosung successfully opens Namjoon’s shirt and breaks away from their kiss to attach his lips to the other man’s pec. His lips trail down Namjoon’s body stopping only when the other man’s jeans impede his progress. Woosung deftly unbuttons Namjoon’s pants and pushes them, and the underwear beneath, down just far enough to gain access to a large hard cock.

Namjoon watches unmoving as Woosung’s tongue snakes out of his mouth to swirl around his blushed tip. He doesn’t tease long, forming a tight ring with lips as his head sinks down. Namjoon’s head falls back resting against the door. His boyfriend grips his thighs to steady himself as he works his mouth up and down Namjoon’s arousal. Heat rises to Namjoon’s stomach bursting like fireworks when Woosung lifts a hand to play with balls. The taller man grips Woosung’s shaggy locks earning a groan that sends a vibration down his cock.

Low moans pass Namjoon’s lips as he keeps his fingers threaded through Woosung’s hair. He is resisting the urge to fuck himself into the other man’s throat. Maybe he deserves it after the things he’s been saying to Namjoon lately. He tries to focus on the pleasure Woosung’s soft lips are bringing him but he can’t. Even after days of not touching each other like this he is still distracted.

There’s a reason he asked Woosung to come here and it wasn’t to get his dick sucked. Namjoon pulls Woosung off of his length with a tug of his hair. Woosung looks up from his position on his knees with a confused look on his face, like there is no possible timeline where Namjoon wouldn’t love to be having his dick sucked by him. Under normal circumstances that might be the case, but not right now.

The taller man leads them away from the front door, after abandoning his pants on the floor, and continues towards the bedroom. Woosung preemptively removes his shirt and jeans leaving him in just his white boxers.

Namjoon stops once they reach the bedroom, turning away to roughly run his fingers through his hair. He lets out a frustrated sigh as he sits on the end of the bed, covering himself with the end of his blanket.

“We have to talk about this.”

Woosung’s heart drops into his stomach not wanting to have this conversation for the hundredth time this summer. Namjoon is leaving tomorrow so Woosung guesses he should’ve expected he would bring this up again. Woosung knows Namjoon doesn’t want to leave any confusion on where they stand even if it's not easy to talk about.

“No we don’t. I think you’ve made your decision very clear.” Woosung says taking a seat next to Namjoon on the bed. He is squirming uncomfortably in his seat desperate for any kind of friction against the obvious bulge in his underwear he can’t hide. “I want you to stay and you want to go to Paldea University far away from me.”

“You know that’s not why I’m leaving.” Namjoon sighs heavily, looking into the eyes of the man he loves, wondering where things went wrong. Surely, he did something wrong if Woosung doesn’t think their love is strong enough to handle long distance. “I don’t deserve to be treated like I don’t care about you. If you are so sure this isn’t going to end well, why don’t we end it here?”

Woosung takes Namjoon’s face between his hands, holding tightly like he might slip away at any second. The taller man closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tries to get his emotions under control. How easy would it be to cave to Woosung’s will and do whatever he wants? Namjoon can’t let that happen. He can’t let a man get in the way of his education and dreams, even if it hurts. He can get over a man but he can never get over losing his best opportunity to make something of himself.

“Because I love you.” Woosung says firmly.

In that moment Namjoon lets his heart win, surging forward to kiss him. The taste of regret, unkept promises, and confused feelings coating his tongue. Woosung holds him close, swinging his leg over Namjoon’s thighs to straddle him. Namjoon holds his waist, fingers digging into his skin as he guides Woosung’s hips to grind against his crotch. Woosung can feel Namjoon’s cock getting harder as his ass rubs against Namjoon.

Woosung breaks away from the kiss, giving attention to the wide expanse of Namjoon’s exposed chest. While Woosung is sucking a mark into Namjoon’s left pec just above his nipple Namjoon finally speaks up.

“We’re breaking up after this.” His voice is low and final.

Woosung pretends this doesn’t shatter his heart, knowing from the tone there’s no sense in arguing. Namjoon has made his decision. The man he loves most in this world values leaving the region for a potentially better school over his boyfriend. Over the man who has helped him through the hell the last year has brought to his life. Having him one last time is better than wishing for closure for the rest of forever, right?

“This better be the best sex we’ve ever had.”

Their lips meet again before Namjoon can answer. No softness is felt as Woosung hopelessly tries to remind the other man why they shouldn’t end this. Namjoon’s hands slide inside the waistband on Woosung’s underwear to grasp his ass. He pulls the round cheeks apart, slotting his cock over the fabric of the underwear.

The fingers of Woosung’s left hand graze Namjoon’s nipple, stirring heat in the other man’s stomach once again. Namjoon breaks away from their kiss trailing his plush lips along Woosung’s shoulder. Gently he presses a kiss against the rose tattooed just to the right of Woosung’s collarbone.

Namjoon lifts his soon to be ex boyfriend and scoots up the bed so they can be in a more comfortable position. Woosung resumes his place on Namjoon’s lap after removing his boxers. Namjoon reaches into the bedside table retrieving a bottle of lube and coating his fingers in the substance.

The taller man’s finger circles Woosung’s entrance while his other arm wraps tightly around his boyfriend’s waist. Woosung buries his face into Namjoon’s shoulder, kissing and sucking at the smooth skin.

When Namjoon continues to play with the surrounding area, without dipping inside, Woosung begins to whine. Namjoon has always liked hearing him beg, but today he caves easily feeling that they are already going through too much.

He puts him out of his misery, slipping one long finger into Woosungs’s perfect ass. A sharp gasp sounds near Namjoon’s ear and he smirks. A single finger inside Woosung to the knuckle still bringing such an outward reaction drives Namjoon crazy. Does Woosung know no one else will be able to make him feel this way? Does he know how hard it will be to find someone who is willing to take the time to learn what he likes?

Namjoon lazily pushes his finger in and out slowly curling in just the right spot to make Woosung abandon all other activities and dig his nails into the other man’s shoulder blades. This only encourages the slow motion of Namjoon’s fingers. Something about the sharp feeling of Woosung’s nails digging into his shoulders makes him even harder. It doesn’t take long for pleas to fill his ears. Patience is not one of Woosung’s virtues.

A soft squeak leaves Woosung’s mouth when he feels another finger stretching his hole, preparing it for his soon to be ex boyfriend’s larger than average cock. Namjoon picks up the pace ever so slightly, earning a slew of pretty sounds. He’ll miss hearing how he can make Woosung feel, but this man doesn’t trust Namjoon.

Woosung begins pushing back against Namjoon’s fingers, needing for the other man’s fingers to touch even deeper. Namjoon tightens the arm wrapped around Woosung’s waist holding him in place so he can’t move as easily. He gives him what he wants driving his fingers in and out quicker and deeper than before.

“Please fuck me.” Woosung whines gripping the hair on the back of Namjoon’s head. “I need you.”

Namjoon slides his fingers out of Woosung and moves to coat his cock with lube.

“Not enough to put a little work in.” Namjoon mutters, lining his tip up with Woosung’s waiting hole. He pushes the tip in before the other man can get a word out. Woosung can’t form a coherent sentence like this. “I wasn’t going to find someone better at school, but I can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t believe in our relationship.”

Not wanting to hear more bullshit excuses from Woosung’s pretty lips Namjoon pushes the other man further down his cock. A sound somewhere between a gasp and moan fills Namjoon’s ears when he bottoms out. Even once he’s settled with the feeling of Namjoon’s length Woosung doesn’t fight back with words. Instead he steadies himself, taking a deep breath before using Namjoon’s shoulders as leverage to bounce himself.

A low groan gets caught in Namjoon’s throat as he places his hands on Woosung’s hips. He doesn’t attempt to guide him, favoring watching how Woosung fucks himself. Namjoon lets himself feel his pleasure to the greatest capacity knowing this very well could be the last time they are together in this way.

He swears having his dick enveloped in Woosung’s perfect ass gets better every time. It makes him want to flip his boyfriend over and pound him into the mattress. That is something that needs to be worked up to. He should try to savor the moment while he can.

Watching his cock disappear into Woosung sends hot fits of passion through Namjoon’s stomach. They lock eyes with tension thick in the air. Woosung’s hands snake up to Namjoon’s neck where he applies slight pressure. The response is immediate. Namjoon thrusts upward meeting Woosung’s movements as a string of curses falls from his lips. The taller man pulls Woosung completely off of him and flips him on his back before he can even whine about the loss of contact.

Woosung spreads his legs showing Namjoon every inch of his sweet cock. Before driving himself back inside the other man Namjoon leans forward to kiss Woosung’s cock. His tongue flicks over the leaking tip tasting for a moment. Woosung squirms obviously wanting more of Namjoon’s cock.

Instead of giving his soon to be ex boyfriend what he wants Namjoon takes the man’s cock into his mouth. With his right hand he used his fingers to drive Woosung crazy. Namjoon chuckles at the way the other man’s hips twitch, sending his cock further into Namjoon’s mouth. Woosung is so easy to unravel.

Caving cheeks suctioning around Woosung’s cock brings him closer and closer to the edge. Taking his length all the way to the back of his throat is second nature at this point. He gladly does it to please Woosung.

Namjoon doesn’t ignore the telltale signs and continues to suck him off and finger him in tandem until Woosung is seconds away from cumming down the other man’s throat. Woosung’s back arches off the bed in pure ecstasy. Namjoon curls his fingers inside the man and it sends Woosung over the edge. The salty flavor coats his tongue as he swallows every drop until Woosung is begging for him to stop.

His mouth pops off Woosung’s cock and he removes his fingers only to replace them with his cock. Namjoon dips down to kiss the other man sharing the taste of Woosung’s cum. Namjoon thrusts hard and fast causing the other man to pull away from the kiss.

Woosung fills the air with melodic moans and grips Namjoon’s bulging biceps. Namjoon shows no mercy pounding his fat cock into Woosung’s tight hole that feels as if it was made to be fucked by him. Namjoon reaches between them wrapping his long fingers around Woosung’s cock stroking erratically as he focuses more attention to the rock of his hips.

Namjoon leaves his shoulder in the perfect position for Woosung to sink his teeth into. The taller man whimpers, pleasure blooming through his body and slams his cock harder into the other’s ass in retaliation. Exactly what Woosung wanted.

Namjoon is relentless, letting all his emotions pound into the man he once loved. Leaving all his feelings for Woosung in this moment. Overwhelmed with pleasure Namjoon finishes inside of Woosung with a low moan. He pulls out shuffling away from Woosung and falling back onto the bed.

“Clean yourself up, then leave.” Namjoon says knowing if he doesn’t say something now he might fall back.

Maybe it’s a little rude, but it is the only way he won’t make any further mistakes. Namjoon deserves a fresh start with no more wondering or worrying. If this were another time in their life maybe things could be different, but it isn’t.

“Thank you for loving me.” Woosung says shuffling off Namjoon’s bed towards the bathroom.

It’s the last thing Woosung says before he leaves.

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key201303 · 9 months ago

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What do you think of dom Woosung edging a fem reader-

This is actually a good question 🤭

I definitely believe he would be so into it, like he can get really sassy and I can’t help seeing him getting some attitude when he’s giving his SO some pleasure 🫣🤭 and I also believe he would be so into it because he just wants the pleasure to last forever and that would definitely lead him to enjoy edging when he has to dom in the relationship 😵‍💫 tho I think he would also be into being sub from time to time not because he enjoys it but more because he’s lazy 🤣

Thank you for sending the ask 🥹 it’s been so long since the last time I answered this kind of asks and I’ve missed it so feel free to send in more messages 🥹🖤

#I’m looking forward to have time to do a proper session of answering asks #missed this so much 🥹#key answers 🌸#sweet anon 🌼#kpop #kpop smut #the rose #the rose smut #the rose woosung #the rose woosung smut #woosung #woosung smut #kim woosung #kim woosung smut

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kwanisms · 2 months ago

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sleekervae · 1 year ago

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Under the Blooming Moon | Woosung x Reader

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A/N: Something a little different, but since listening to The Rose and Woosung's solo work, I've had this scenario kicking around in my head for a while. Had to get this one out of my system and omg I think this is the longest thing I've ever written on this platform 🥲

Summary: Every year the blood moon rises, potential mates gather with their wolf pack for The Union. A carnal game of cat-and-mouse parlays into the wolves finding and claiming their mate for life, and Woosung already has his heart and claws sunk onto his omega best friend...

Warnings: light violence, blood (biting, scratching), some allusions to sexual harassment, werewolf smut

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It was that time of year again. The air had picked up a particular sharp chill as it blew through the trees of Namhae Pyeonbaek forest, branches bustling and scattering loose raindrops across the thick thrush. The rains had fortunately lifted hours ago, setting the stage for what was sure to be a messy and chaotic night.

The moon hung high over the tree canopies, deep ruby in colour, with beams of sinister red light slicing through breaks in the leaves to provide only small semblances of light, all of which were drowned out by the roaring bonfire in the middle of the forest. What was just a typical spacial phenomenon to the lay eye represented a far more lecherous promise.

Far off from any trails or where humans dared to lurk, the wolf pack had gathered for their annual Union ritual. They were all relatively young, equal parts eager and anxious with a libidinous, insatiable appetite for tonight's activities. While the ritual sounded dastardly and vile at first, at the end of the day it was a massive cat-and-mouse game, a competition for beta wolves to find and capture their perfect life mate.

And Woosung had already his eye on his potential prize.

While the other beta wolves engaged in lively banter and indulged in drinks, he chose a more reserved and introverted approach, leaning against the weathered trunk of a thousand-year-old pine, sipping cautiously from his plastic cup. His intense gaze remained fixed on Iseul, undeterred by her unawareness as she conversed with her friends. Her soft bangs and long, dark locks swayed in harmony with the gentle breeze, occasionally brushing against her exposed skin, causing him to detect a subtle shiver running down her spine due to her lack of a coat. However, Woosung was well aware that Iseul had knowingly embarked on this evening's adventure, and if their plans unfolded as intended, a jacket would be the least of her concerns.

From his earliest memories, Woosung harbored a deep desire for Iseul. Their mothers had been best friends, and they had envisioned their pups sharing the same bond. Time proved them right. Raised side by side, they navigated the challenges of being hybrids in a world often unforgiving to their kind. In the face of adversity, Woosung and Iseul clung to each other, learning to rely on one another. This dependence evolved into a lifelong friendship. It was only when Woosung encountered his first heat cycle that he confronted a truth far more profound: his longing for Iseul extended beyond the boundaries of friendship. She was the one he wanted, fully and without consequence. However he was a little awkward back then, and the idea of confessing his feelings to Iseul was just as daunting as the notion of being scalped for a hat.

But he wasn't a teenager in his first awakening anymore. He had grown up, worked on his self confidence and -- of course -- his body. Obviously, there was nothing he could do about his height, he felt he was finally up to the challenge to pick and claim Iseul.

If she would have him, though. There was indeed the possibility that she would shut him down about as gently as a... well... a wolf.

Many betas pursued mates by resorting to quite vile and degrading methods, but Woosung and his friends weren't about that. They remained steadfast in their conviction, undeterred by the ridicule they sometimes faced from larger betas. For Woosung, the idea of a mate was intrinsically tied to mutual desire and respect. He wanted her to be as willing and eager to be with him as he was with her.

"Woosung? Earth to Woosung!" a pale hand waved in front of his face, breaking him out of his trance and his focus landed on one of his best friends, Dojoon. The happy-go-lucky beta chuckled at his shaggy-haired friend, "Where'd you go? I was talking to you,"

Woosung cocked a brow, "Where did I go? I've been here the whole time," he sassed back.

"You know what I mean," Dojoon rolled his eyes, "You're staring at Iseul again, aren't you?"

"I am not," Woosung replied sharply.

"Oh-ho-ho, yes he is," their other friends, Hajoon and Jaehyeong suddenly appeared at Woosung's other side, "He's been staring at her like Jaehyeong stares at ramyun,"

He glowered at the younger betas, "Aren't you guys supposed to be stalking potential mates instead of me?"

"Don't say it like that," Dojoon grimaced, "It makes us sound like animals,"

Jaehyeong cocked a brow, bumping Hajoon with his elbow, "Who wants to tell him?"

"You know what I mean, smart-ass," Dojoon scolded back, "Why are you even here? I thought you and Ji-Woon were already a thing?"

"We are, technically," the youngest beta shrugged back, "But she wanted to do this so we can make it 'official', or some shit,"

"Aw, adorable," Woosung smirked, "You better hope Muscle-Brain-McGee over there doesn't claim her, first," he nodded in the direction of the betas gathered closer to the fire, where a handful of them surrounded the pack's beloved figure, Yung. Yung was in the midst of shotgunning a beer can, encouraged by the echoing chants of his friends. With a mighty gesture, he tossed the empty can into the grass, then raised his fists triumphantly into the air, proudly displaying his array of bulging muscles through his snug t-shirt, captivating the attention of everyone around.

Hajoon rolled his eyes, "What a show dog," he muttered. Woosung couldn't agree more, the view of Iseul in the warm glow of the fire much more interesting to him, anyhow.

However, he was surprised when he shifted his gaze and discovered that she was already watching him, suppressing a mischievous smile. The shock nearly caused Woosung to fumble with his drink, but he managed to maintain his composure and playfully winked in her direction. Iseul chuckled softly and discreetly waved back in response.

Dojoon chuckled beside him, slinging an arm around his shoulders, "God, you are so obvious,"

"Oh, leave him alone, Dojoon," Jaehyeong scolded.

"And who are you to scold your alpha?"

"Well, for one: he's taller than you," Hajoon decided, "And he's the only one out of us who's actually got a mate,"

"Can't argue there," Woosung snickered.

On the other side of the bonfire, Iseul only swiveled her head when she caught wind of the boisterous revelry. She couldn't help but see Yung and his friends' juvenile behavior, and despite Yung's chiseled physique and k-drama good looks, she found his personality less than appealing. Naturally, she scanned the sea of radiant faces until her eyes locked onto Woosung, who met her gaze just moments later. Her heart skipped a beat when he winked at her, his charming, boyish grin quickly replaced with an expression of distaste as his friends took the piss out of him.

Woosung had been her most trusted confidant, privy to secrets about her that not even her closest girlfriends knew. She had observed his transformation from a slightly awkward, endearingly nerdy teenager into a sharp and agile young beta. He stood out in their pack as one of the few wolves who treasured her intellect, determination, and confidence over her physical attributes. Even during the times when she felt like the least among the female pups, as they underwent their awakenings and developed in ways she hadn't, he never failed to make her feel beautiful. Her fondness for him had gradually evolved into a subtle crush, particularly when she witnessed his prowess during pack hunts. It wasn't just about his physical appeal; she loved him regardless of his shaggy wolf's cut or sharp cheekbones. Not that she'd dare admit it, but he was the only one she ever thought of when she experienced her heat cycles.

If anyone was going to claim her tonight, she secretly hoped it would be Woosung.

"Iseul, stop staring," her friend, Duri, poked her shoulder, "You're being obvious,"

"What?" Iseul whipped around.

"Yeah," her other friend, Chae-Won, nodded, "Don't pay those mutts any mind,"

"I wasn't, believe me," she assured them.

"Good. Here's to hoping they won't pick up our scent," Chae-Won sighed, grimacing at the thought of Yung or one of his friends forcing her down, "I'll castrate one of them if I have to,"

"Ji-Woon's already covered," Duri smirked at their friend, "Jae had her scent pegged loooong ago,"

Ji-Woon gawked at her, scolding her with a whisper, "You didn't tell anybody, right?"

"That you two are already fucking? No, your secret's still safe with us," Iseul chuckled.

"Good," Ji-Woon huffed, "If the alphas were to find out --"

"They'd give you a stern talking to about breaking ritual and that would be it!" Duri assured her.

Chae-Won chuckled with amusement, "I bet I know someone who already has Iseul's scent pegged,"

Ji-Woon grimaced as she turned to Iseul, "Ugh! If that muscle-headed-meatball even comes within a hair of you, I'll tear out his gizzard and feed it to the strays," she growled, talking about Yung

Iseul rolled her eyes, "Chae's talking about Woosung, Teen Wolf,"

"Oh!" Ji-Woon nodded, sneakily stealing a glance at the group of boys behind them. She offered a fleeting smile when her gaze settled on the silhouette of her man engaged in conversation with Woosung. She then briefly assessed the older beta before returning her attention to Iseul, "No, I won't tear his gizz out,"

"How thoughtful of you," Iseul chuckled back.

A prolonged, resonant howl echoed through the air, capturing the attention of all the betas. They turned to face one of their alphas, Yoongi, who stood at the center of the encampment. Yoongi was a robust, unflappable, and sagacious leader, earning the unwavering respect of every beta under his and his brothers' protection. It was an exceedingly rare sight to witness alphas co-leading, given the often intense clashes of egos and struggles for dominance. However, all seven of them brought unique and distinctive qualities that made their pack one of the most formidable in South Korea.

"The Union is about to start! All participating betas are to meet at the edge of the clearing -- asap!" he called.

"At start of project!" his co-alpha, Jimin, called from behind him.

With that the mass of excited (and quite horny) betas migrated to the edge of their makeshift campsite. Duri sighed as she walked arm-in-arm with her friends, gazing longingly at Yoongi and Jimin, "If only alphas were allowed to participate in the Union,"

Iseul cocked a brow at her, "You forget they're the fucking alphas. They don't need to participate in this shit," she pointed out.

"Yeah! If Namjoon points at me and tells me to get on all fours, I'm there without question," Chae-Won nodded.

A familiar voice from behind the girls called out, "C'mon, girls. She's just saying that because she wants the privileges of alpha's mate," Dojoon said.

The girls turned around, smiling appreciably at their friends. Duri spoke up first, "And you don't fantasize about being alpha one day?" asked curiously.

"Of course he does, just not the boring parts," Woosung pointed out, "Diplomacy, security, pack treaties, mange breakouts..." he shuddered at the last one, "Nasty stuff,"

"Says the guy who spent a full two days lounging in a literal mud bath," Iseul teased back.

Woosung smirked back at her, "I didn't hear you complaining, Iseul," he pointed.

"I lost a bet; I wasn't supposed to complain," she replied, "You're lucky I didn't catch ticks,"

"Like I'd let that happen to you,"

Their friends meanwhile exchanged knowing glances between them, the boys tittering amongst themselves as they followed the male betas. Jaehyeong passed Ji-Woo and tossed a saucy wink her way, and the young beta couldn't help but blush and smile with giddy. Duri looped an arm around Ji-Woo's shoulders, tutting at her.

"God, you guys are gross," she commented with a smirk.

Ji-Woo rolled her eyes, peeling Duri's arm off of her as she followed the females, "Oh, go fantasize about Jungkook,"

"If Yung catches you, not even your wet dreams will save you," Chae-Won teased back. Duri flipped her off, she and Chae-Won chased after Ji-Woon meanwhile, knowing Iseul would catch up with them.

The young beta crossed her arms, nervously nibbling on her inner lip as she locked eyes with Woosung. His usually dark eyes were now speckled with gold, radiating beautifully against his illuminated complexion in the warm, flickering glow of the fire.

"So... are you ready?" he asked, praying his own anxiousness didn't show through his exterior.

They started walking together, "Am I ready to get shoved face-first into the dirt while a neanderthal tries to fuck me into his submission? Sure, why not?" she replied.

Woosung chuckled, "Sounds like you don't plan on getting caught tonight," he noted.

"If I can help it," she shrugged back, "You get the better end of the deal, anyhow: you get a say in who you want," her lips fell into a pout and Woosung saw he never saw anything cuter that night.

"Very true," he nodded, "But you never know, maybe you'll be tracked by somebody who would treat you right?"

"And maybe Duri's going to become an alpha's mate?" she chuckled back, "You have to agree though, Woo, this whole blood moon ritual is kind of ridiculous. For the twenty-first-century, anyway,"

"Maybe. But I like to think some of us adopted the twenty-first-century way of thinking," he replied.

"Besides you, I can't think of a single person," she said, "... Well, your friends are alright, too,"

"I'll let them know you said so," Woosung simpered.

They were coming to the starting line, with the girls grouped separately from the boys, all anticipating the howl to begin. Iseul glanced at Woosung, her stomach filled with excitement as the adrenaline surged, and her curiosity reached its peak, "So... out of curiosity... is there anybody here you're hoping to mate with?"

Woosung looked around, hoping he could throw her off his intentions as she shook his head, "I don't know. Obviously someone very obedient, submissive, knows how to cook and clean but fucks like a banshee, obviously," he smirked at her, living for that annoyed expression overtaking her face. She smacked his arm and he simply laughed.

"I know you're only joking, but if any part of you is serious I hope you die old and alone," she huffed.

Woosung's smirk never left as he started for his group, walking backwards to keep her in his line of sight, "In that case, you better hope I don't catch you, Iseul!" he teased.

Iseul tittered under her breath, her confidence flaring as she cocked her chin up, her own dark eyes illuminated with flecks of gold, "... I might not fight if you did," she admitted.

How it was that seven small words could get his heart racing so quickly he had no idea, but Woosung swore his mind blanked out as those seven words echoed in his head. There was a possibility that she was just teasing him, but then he knew when she was kidding around. Something in her tone told him she wasn't this time.

He couldn't help the pep in his step as he turned around, running to find his friends to tell them, "Dojoon!"

The group of female betas were chattering with giddy, some of them dressed skimpier than others, some had slipped notes into the pockets of potential suitors they wanted to tip off. And from the smell, so, so many of them were smack-dab in their heat cycles. Either way, the surrounding atmosphere was thick with lascivious anticipation, and of course there was a little bit of fear involved, too.

Iseul glanced behind her nervously, hoping to spot any trace of Woosung in the sea of faces. She caught him briefly, warming up with his friends for what she'd promised to be a long chase ahead of him. He caught her eye briefly, neither of them paying attention as Jimin reiterated the rules they'd heard time and time again. He winked at her again.

Iseul swore her heart stopped.

"Are you ready, girls?" he announced. The female betas let out a chorus of sharp howls, the sound echoing through the trees and across the horizon. Woosung could distinguish Iseul's pitched tone from miles away, her passionate howl igniting a fire in his core.

"Then... GO!" Jimin's call transformed into a prolonged howl, nearly overwhelmed by the sounds of excitement and squeals as the girls sprinted off into the shadowy depths of the woods. They usually had a minute's head start, but they all knew it wouldn't be long until the boys were upon them.

Iseul tried to keep close to her friends as best as she could, though when she looked over her shoulder again she was dismayed to find she was on her own. Nevertheless, her blood was pumping steadily, her legs burning with adrenaline and her feet thundered across the muddy landscape as she ran as fast and as far as she could. She leapt over bushes and careened around tree groves. Already she could hear howls and screams of the other females echoing through the trees, some twisted with salaciousness and eroticism. The boys were already prowling through the forest, and it wouldn't be long until they came upon her, too.

She slowed down at an old pine, stopping to catch her breath. It felt as though she had been running for hours, when Iseul knew that five or so minutes had only passed. This game wasn't supposed to end until dawn broke over the horizon, or until the males and females had found their mates. Either way, the night ahead of her was long and already the air was thick with the stench of sweat and sex.

Disembodied cries of lust continued to rattle her heightened hearing, intermingled with predatory howls. She could pick out Jaehyeong's pitch in the cacophony, and she had to wonder if he'd already pounced and claimed Ji-Woo, just like she'd always gone on and on about. Iseul shook her head at her friend's fantasies, never the less finding her enthusiasm endearing. Among the racket, Iseul could also pick out Yung's howl; a deep, ground-shuddering sound that reflected his own brutishness. She didn't like how close he sounded.

While she continued to run, Iseul came to the alarming realization that she hadn't heard Woosung's howl, not even once, not even when the boys initially set off. She couldn't help but wonder where he went, debating whether or not it was safe to call out to him, or if she'd gone too far for him to find her. But the latter was ridiculous, she knew he had her scent down to memory, if he wanted her he could find her easily.

That is... if he even wanted her in the first place. Who was to say he even took her previous pass at him so seriously.

The sharp snap of a twig pricked at her ears and Iseul turned hastily on her heel, her fingers curled God willing she needed to unleash her claws. But alas, there was nothing behind her.

Iseul, feeling a mixture of panic and indignation, turned around to find Yung's towering and imposing figure looming over her. His eyes bore a determined look, flecked with fiery gold and oranges, and his intent was clear - he was ready to claim her as his mate by any means necessary.

"Hi Iseul," he greeted, feigning politeness, taking a step forward. She took a step back, her worst nightmare coming true.

"Oh. Hey Yung," she said, doing her best to keep a brave front. The fact was she couldn't lie; she found Yung quite intimidating to be around on normal days. A frat-party-eque sex fest was even worse.

"I found you," he noted, his smile disgustingly lecherous.

"That you did," Iseul took another step back.

"So, you know what that means for us, right?" he asked, taking a step closer.

"That I didn't run far enough," she gaped back, not eager to a chase but she was willing if she needed to.

Yung chuckled darkly, "Oh, don't be that way, Iseul. You know the rules of the Union..." he reiterated, reaching out to stroke back her hair.

Iseul moved her head away, glaring sourly, "Yeah. The rules state you need to catch me, not just find me. That's just lazy," she pointed out.

"Somehow, I think you'll grant me the exception," he noted, "You and I would have beautiful pups together,"

She simpered back, "Not in this lifetime, show dog,"

Yung reached out, attempting to grab her, but with a swift movement, she extended her sharp claws and scratched him across his cheek. Yung yelped in pain and surprise as the sting of her claws met his flesh. It was a warning, a defense against his forceful advances.

Iseul wasted no time. She turned and bolted into the trees again, away from Yung, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Yung, nursing his bleeding face, roared in frustration as she disappeared, picking off her scent and taking off after her.

Sure, he was fast, he was practically the golden boy of the betas, but he wasn't as fast and agile as Iseul was. She knew he'd be hot on her tail and she had to find somewhere to hide, she'd even take the bog if she could find it. She didn't know where she was going, hell she couldn't even concentrate on looking straight ahead. Yung's vile scent was still in her nose and so long as that scent lingered, she knew she wasn't safe.

Rounding a grove of trees, Iseul was ready to hurl herself into the thrush when a pair of arms grabbed her. She screamed, fighting like a caged animal when she heard a familiar, soothing voice.

"Calm down! Calm down, Iseul! It's me! It's Woosung!" her friend held her tight against his chest as he fought to keep his grip on her. Iseul then relaxed, surrendering in his arms as her body suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

"Oh, thank God!" she panted, "I was this close to being mauled," she pinched the air with her pointer finger and thumb.

Woosung took a whiff of the air, "Don't thank the big guy, yet. Yung's still coming,"

As though on cue, the mighty werewolf emerged from behind the tree trunks, taking both of them off guard. He snarled viciously at Woosung, his own claws bearing from his fingertips.

"Let go of my mate," he growled.

Woosung shook his head, "Yung, c'mon -- we can talk about this. You know, like -- civilized men?"

Yung chuckled with pity, "We're not men, Woosung. We're barely human. And you have what belongs to me. I want it back,"

Iseul snarled back, "Oh, fuck you! Calling me an it!?" if she was stronger then Woosung she would've lunged for the beta, but Woosung held her fast against him. She could feel his heart thundering through her back.

It was then that Woosung had an idea, the only way he knew he could get Yung off of Iseul's back. Though, Iseul may not forgive him for it.

"She's not yours though, Yung," he pointed out, "I can smell her, you didn't claim her,"

Yung scoffed, "We were about to get there,"

"Not even in your dreams," Iseul spat back.

"But that means," Woosung continued, "That if you didn't claim her, then she's still fair game," he gave the bigger beta a cocky smirk. Yung's expression went from sheer anger to panic. He knew what Woosung was thinking.

"Don't do it," he warned him, "Don't you even think about it,"

Iseul caught on. If she wasn't so frightened, she may have been a little excited at what he was proposing. Woosung's breath cascaded down her ear, his vice-like grip on her loosening as he brushed his nose across the swoop of her neck. She smelled so fucking good. Iseul shuddered.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. Before Iseul had the chance to even ask, she felt his sharp teeth puncture the skin where her shoulder met her neck.

Her scream echoed across the forest.

As quickly as he latched on, Woosung released his bite. But the damage was done; her heat had overwhelmed her the moment he'd broken her skin. A sharp, pleasurable sensation coursed from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her heat had never felt so visceral before, consuming her to the point she fought to catch her breath. She could feel her blood trickling down her chest, and even more vividly, she could smell her own blood within Woosung's mouth.

Yung's spirit deflated, his claws retracting, and the once-ferocious gleam faded from his eyes. He understood the futility of his situation; that fighting back now would lead the alphas to exile him from the pack, not that it would make a difference if he did.

Iseul belonged to Woosung, now.

With a scathing snarl, Yung spat at the dirt, backing away slowly, "Fine. She's all yours. You enjoy," he turned on his heel and disappeared in the dark.

Both Woosung and Iseul sighed with relief. Woosung wiped his chin with his hand, guilt shuddering through him at the sight of her blood staining his hand. Guilt... but also a twinge of desire.

"He's gone now," he let her out of his arms. Iseul took two steps before she collapsed against a tree trunk, her legs as wobbly as jello and her skin felt as though it was caging an inferno. Woosung dashed to grab her before she could hit the ground, "Woah! You okay?"

She nodded, she let him set her down gently on the ground. Her breathing settled, as did the adrenaline coursing in her blood. Iseul was dirty, exhausted, but when she looked up at Woosung, sleep was the last thing she had on her mind.

"I'm fine," she huffed, averting her gaze to the clumps of grass and weeds before her, "That was -- oh my God!"

"I'm so sorry, Iseul. I didn't know what else to do," he crouched before her, laying a comforting hand on her knee. She was hot to the touch, every inch of her felt as though it was burning. Though she wasn't in pain.

Iseul cracked a smile and she placed her hand over his, "It's okay. Really, I'm okay," she assured him, "My dry-cleaning might have some questions about this, though," she pointed to the blood seeping into her t-shirt. Woosung simpered quietly, jokes were certainly a good sign.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his concern still sprawled across his expression.

She shrugged listlessly, "Not so much, anymore. I'd rather it was you than... you know," she sighed, "... Um... does this mean that...?"

"I think so," Woosung admitted, "We're mates, now,"

He expected Iseul to unleash a barrage of curses, to scold him for his reckless behaviour, but her hand on his remained steady. Her head fell back against the tree trunk, her eyes shimmering with flecks of gold, more radiant than Woosung had ever witnessed. She was utterly captivating, and the scent of her blood only intensified his smoldering desire.

What a dichotomy, he thought.

If Iseul wasn't so exhausted in that moment, she may have let her baser instincts win. She may have begged Woosung to take her hard and fast against this tree, to make her scream for him again and again. But Woosung wasn't just any werewolf, he was her friend first and foremost. And he already seemed so spooked from before.

"Well... do you wanna sit with your new mate until she regains the ability to walk again?" she asked, suppressing a chuckle.

Woosung's smile was genuine now, his tense shoulders relaxed as he gladly obliged her. He took his place beside her, careful of the bite as he looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. She smelled so tantalizing, his desire for her continuing to bubble in his gut and he prayed she didn't notice how he adjusted himself.

Iseul cuddled up into him, his familiar musk so comforting and the skin of his arms a cool contrast to hers. She didn't bother to suppress her smile when he laid a kiss on her temple, she felt as safe as she possibly could out here, under the blooming moon.

Indistinctive howls and moans continued to echo through the night, haunting Woosung and Iseul like harping banshees as they walked through the forest. While they couldn't see anybody, they knew better. There were couples thrusted into bushes, cloistered in the trees, copulating in the shadows and all around them.

The fire had definitely gone out by now, but the smell of burnt wood and kindling was as sharp as ever as it drew the pair back to their camp.

Any sting from Woosung's bite had subsided by now, but Iseul's state of desire remained the same. Nevertheless, she walked hand-in-hand with Woosung, silently processing what had just happened. Woosung really claimed her, after years and years of debating whether or not she should make the first move, praying that one day he'd come up to her and ask her himself, he'd really done it. Sure, it wasn't as romantic as she originally imagined, but the intent remained the same.

"So..." she sighed, "Are you gonna' rush and tell Dojoon and them what happened?" she asked, a mocking smile on her lips.

Woosung cocked a brow, glancing down at her curiously, "They might ask why I smell like your blood, so..." he chuckled, "But I'm not gonna -- I won't run and gossip with them, if that's what you mean,"

"That might be a tough one to play off," she simpered, "Did you follow me?"

"Hm?"

"Did you follow me -- back there? Or, did you just happen upon me like some sort of white knight?" she asked.

Woosung grinned sheepishly and his gaze averted to the ground, "I may or may not have been following your scent. It's easy to pick you out by now," he said.

Iseul smiled back, "Lucky you had," she replied, "Although it did kind of hinder your chance,"

"How do you mean?" Woosung asked, picking off the glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

She shrugged bashfully, "Well -- you didn't really get a chance to catch your mate properly. You know... after a ten minute chase, it's supposed to be filled with anticipation and sexual tension until you finally take her under a tree or something,"

Woosung cocked a brow, a sly smirk curling at his lips as he stopped in his tracks. Iseul stopped a couple steps after him, her gaze profoundly captivating.

"Is that what you want, Iseul?" he asked, taking a step closer. She wasn't intimidated as she had been with Yung, though she couldn't help the apprehensive pinching swirling in her gut as he looked at her that way. Something within him suddenly changed, shifting from the familiar, carefree Woosung to a more primal and instinctual version of himself.

She liked it a lot.

"... Maybe I do," she replied truthfully, "What would you say if I told you that... I only ever wanted you to be my mate?" she took a step closer as well.

Woosung though he was dreaming, he must've been. But the prickling breeze and the howls wailing over his head assured him over otherwise.

His excitement began to grow again, he cursed at himself for wearing fitted jeans because he knew that Iseul would be able to pick out the tent in his pants if she looked.

"I would say that I've longed to hear you say that for nearly my entire life," he admitted, bringing his chilled hand up to her cheek. Her skin wasn't as hot as before but she still felt so warm, the blood on her neck still tacky as his fingers fluttered down to her collarbone.

"How about I give you a five minute head start?" he offered.

Iseul gulped at his words, suddenly feeling her blood rushing to her cheeks. She was elated when the flecks of yellow and gold reappeared in his irises. She bit at her inner lip, a newly renowned adrenaline bubbling in her gut.

"A whole five minutes?" she queried, "Are we feeling confident?" she brought her hand to his chest, fingers flexing against the indent of his pectorals.

"Very," he leaned in, approaching her lips with his own. Iseul's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, waiting imminently to be lured into his trap before he whispered into her ear, "Your time starts now,"

Like a shot, Iseul pivoted on her heel and swiftly disappeared into the woods once again, a surge of renewed vitality propelling her as she ran. Woosung never truly appreciated the expression "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," more than he had in that moment, her slim physique but a flashing memory before his eyes though nevertheless her smell was still thick in his nose.

Iseul wasn't sure where she was going, much like previously she was itching to get as far away as fast as she could. Only difference here was she found herself laughing as she ran, coursing with giddy. She knew Woosung was a formidable hunter, he'd be on her in no time. Nevertheless, the chase this time was a little more more tantalizing than the last. She leapt over thrushes and ducked around trees, running until her legs burned and her chest began to tighten. She was excited, but it didn't mean that she was going to make this easy for him.

She finally stopped when she came to a clearing, dimly lit from the reddened tinge of the moon. The cacophony in the air had diminished, with many of her fellow betas either having found their own partners or chosen to remain hidden. Meanwhile, she was certain that numerous males had surrendered and retreated back. It was probably somewhere after midnight now, maybe closer to one in the morning? So much had already happened in such little time and yet Iseul still had so much energy to burn, anticipation prickling at her spine as she cased the area. There was no sound, not even a smell.

Iseul became nervous after ten minutes of waiting, wandering around the trees or stopping to stare up at the moon. She waited for the first whiff, the first crack of a twig or squelch of mud, giving her ample time to take off should she need to. If she even wanted to.

Her head whipped around when she heard a snapping in the distance, her apprehension elevated as she began to back out of the moonlight.

And then she smelled him. He was here.

She froze suddenly when her back made contact with something unexpected — not a tree trunk, but a chest. Almost immediately his scent overwhelmed her, the tip of his cold nose brushing softly across the unscathed side of her neck, her warm breath eliciting goosebumps over her skin. All thoughts of running vanished in a snap, her baser instinct taking over as his arms wrapped around her slim figure.

"Does it count now?" he tittered into her ear, his tone low and laced with a darker promise.

"Yes. Now it counts," she muttered, her voice just brushing above a whisper, "You took your time,"

"I wanted you to feel like you were winning," he teased, turning her so they came nose-to-nose. His face was infinitely closer now, maybe because her fingers were pressed against his nape, subtly pulling him lower. It didn’t take amazing eyesight to notice the tent growing in his pants. At this point her juices were trickling into her pants.

“I think I did win,” she looked at his lips. She loved the deep dimples in his cheeks; she had wanted to kiss them since she first noted them.

“We both did,”

She nodded, her fingers sliding under the edge of his t-shirt.

He shivered as he laid his lips against hers, simply pressing them there, pushing them gently against her own before disclosing them slightly with a barely-there lick. He moved back an inch to look at her, make sure she was alright.

Iseul's eyes were closed, her cheeks soft and warm under his palms, her lips inviting and thicker now that blood was rushing to them. Just as Woosung realized he wanted to stare at her some more, her eyelids lifted gently. Looking at his lips, she stretched forward, laying a peck on his dimpled smile before breathing out and sucking his lower lip into her mouth.

His growl was inhuman once he felt the warmth of her mouth on his tender skin. His hand went to the back of her head, pulling her closer while his other palm landed against the small of her back, her legs open so he could slot his hips between them, his pelvis meeting hers eagerly.

“Dammit. You’re beautiful,” he moaned, his mouth tracing her jaw. His mind raced at the thought all the sinful things he could do to his little eager mate.

She nodded and stretched her neck for him, offering him her throat. He bit instantly -- without breaking the skin this time, not even giving her time to think about it, causing her to moan and press her crotch against anything that could dull the edge of pleasure.

His hands went from her waist to the backs of her thighs, squeezing firmly, "Jump,"

"What?"

"Jump!" Iseul barely had her feet off the ground before his large hands held her fast against him, her legs wrapping around his torso. Then his knees were in the ground, using his core strength to lay her down under the tree canopy. He hissed when his muscles released.

“Did that hurt?” she asked, ready to fuss over him.

He shook his head curtly, “Listen, I don’t care about how far we go, okay? We can take this as slow as you want, we don't even --”

“Let’s play it by ear, mh?” she cooed, cupping his cheek as he kneeled over her.

He nuzzled his cheek against her palm, “Let’s do that," and he went in for another kiss.

She was teasing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue, making him frown as he tried to chase after her, “You've always been like a kid chasing for a treat, haven't you?”

“Just kiss me, you tease!” Woosung chuckled as he grabbed her face, pushing his open mouth against hers, his tongue making its way between her teeth, against her palate, caressing hers lewdly, slippery flesh against slippery flesh.

Iseul's hips grounded against his naturally, his palms lowering to grab her ass and lead you through the motion.

His own hips shyly pushing into hers caused her blood to boil, her skin flushed as her body temperature skyrocketed, “Keep moving on me,” he huffed out, his right hand leaving her hip to tease the hem of her shirt, “Can I?” he asked, waiting at the threshold of the naked skin below.

“I can take it off if you’d like,” she whispered, kissing the side of his neck.

“God, yes,”

The shirt was gone in a second, leaving her flushed chest clad only in her bra.

His focus went to her breasts immediately, “Oh.”

Iseul smirked and laid her hand on his, leading it to her left mound, making his fingers grab onto it, “You can squeeze it,”

He nodded and closed his eyes, relishing in the soft material. She was glad her bra was a thin cotton piece; she could feel him closer, harder, better.

Woosung watched her expression as he started massaging the flesh, gripping it energetically and pulling whimpers from her lips. He stopped immediately, “Too hard?”

She shook her head and giggled, “No, it's perfect. It’s perfect when it hurts just a little— Just like that, uh…” her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered, “Just fine, Woosung. Damn perfect,”

He grinned, rutting his hips harder against her, “You like when it hurts?”

She hummed, too busy finding the perfect angle to meet his thrusts. “Kinda,”

Experimenting, he felt for her nipple pushing against the fabric before pinching it between thumb and forefinger, making her whimper even more. Her jaw fell slack before her back arched, her hand coming over her lips, a weak purr leaving her throat.

“Harder?” he asked, his free hand helping her grind against his thigh, gripping her asscheek, squeezing it, “Do you need it to hurt more? Better?”

She was far too gone to actually formulate sentences, no matter how small. The feel of his cock hardening, lengthening against her core was far too intense. She could feel it twitch and stretch, pressed against the zipper.

“Iseul,” he called for her attention.

She gave a small moan that meant both pleasure and acquiescence.

Deliberately, attentively, he pushed the cup of her bra down, studying the tender, thin skin of her breast while his lips pressed into her neck, leaving trails of kisses as he caressed her breasts, her hips, everywhere he could reach. He lolled his tongue out and managed to lick her nipple with the very tip of his tongue.

“Fuuuck, Woo, please, God… Just fuck me. I wanna cum. I— please. Make me feel good, Woo,”

He liked hearing her beg for him, he liked it way more than he ever thought he would. Somehow her pleas hit so much deeper within him. Maybe it was because she always looked so independent and self-sufficient, that feeling needed by her turned him on so wildly and inexplicably.

He nudged her left nipple with his lips, teasing it softly before sucking it into his mouth. The moan she emitted made his hips jut forward, a low grunt echoing in the air as he reckoned he needed to take his jeans off, still, having her warm torso against his was too much of a revelation for him to part from her hot skin.

Her hands buried into his hair as he swirled his tongue around her nipple before suckling on it lightly. Her body grew heavier at every movement trying to keep herself focused while his lips slid down her stomach to her aching core.

The wolf knew once he got this close to her beautiful heat there would be going back. Every day the taste of her would end up lingering on his tongue until he got to taste it again. This girl did things to him he could never explain to even her let alone anyone in the pack. Woosung was swift as he popped the buttons on her jeans, shoving her pants impatiently until he had her fully, vulnerable to him. His tongue moved up from her leaking hole to her throbbing clit. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how her whole body jerked at the new found pleasure.

Iseul felt how his tongue licked at one particular spot that jolted a surge up her pine, her body jerking. In seconds, she felt his lips wrap around the small nub, coaxing light moans to slip out of her while her fingers still tangled in his hair, “Woosung…”

His moan rattled vibrations against her core. With a slight pop, Woosung broke from his light snacking and bit into her thighs, a little treat just for him.

The smaller wolf giggled affectionately, caressing his head before he crawled over her. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched Woosung strip himself of his clothes until they were both now bare. Her lust blown, golden eyes stared down at his twitching, hard member before licking her lips.

“Spread your legs,” he only had to tap her knee gently for her to move her legs apart more than enough for him to sneak in between. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he rubbed the reddened tip against her clit making, elated as her head fell back, “You want it, baby?”

Iseul nodded frantically.

“I can’t hear you," his tip poked at her slit. The little game tortured him as much it did her, but he wanted to hear her beg again.

“Yes, I want it...” she jerked her hips against his movements, gasping when the tip of his cock entered her slightly, “I want it so bad,"

She always knew how to touch that extra nerve in his body every all the time. It was almost magical how Iseul had so much control over him by being so perfectly submissive. Woosung pushed his cock into her snug little hole with soaked ease, her cunt flowing, making it all the more harder not to just pound her into oblivion. His hips moved slow, letting the sounds of watery sloshing ring in his ears. Arms pressed down the sides of her body, caging over his mate as he relished in her warm walls.

Iseul held onto his forearm as she watched her pussy getting stretched by his cock. The amount of times she dreamed of this happening was a little embarrassing. Now that it was happening, she had him snug inside of her felt so invigorating, she could giggle in glee.

Their foreheads pressed together softly as Woosung whispered, “Is this good?”

She nodded, gasping and moaning. “Yeah…”

The one word was all that needed to be uttered for him to quicken his pace a little, skin slapping against skin ever so slightly. Woosung shifted down to his elbows now as he caressed her cheek, nosing at the base of her neck near her previous bite. His tongue drifted over the dried blood.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, “I wanna' mark you again. Can I?”

“Please, Woo,” she begged, wrapping her arms around him,“Do it”

“Good girl,” He cooed.

When he opened his mouth and bit down — her voice echoed in a heavy cry, laced in pure lust and ecstasy. Woosung groaned, his knot sensitive as she clenched and pulsed around him. Her blood was sweet in his mouth as he broke the skin, pulling his canines out before licking over the wound to seal the punctures.

She now had matching marks, teeth punctures on either side of her neck.

And she fucking loved it.

“You're mine. You're all fucking mine,” he whispered breathlessly, still thrusting into her steadily.

“I'm yours,” she cupped his cheek, struggling to keep her gaze as the pleasure tickled her every nerve. “I always have been...”

Lips pressed against hers, tongue exploring everything he knew was willingly submitted to him tonight. Once the kiss broke the softness melted along with it as the beta pounded into her cunt. Arms back up, muscles popping out furiously before hooking one of her legs around his waist.

Her moaning became an uneven pattern melting into the sounds of their wet skin grinding and slapping against each other. As soon as Woosung leaned in closer, Iseul muffled a few of her whimpers into a heated kiss while her hand moved down to find that little nub, rubbing it to match with his thrusts. The tight ball in her lower belly exploded before she could even expect it, her legs trembling and a flurry of moans passing her lips.

Woosung felt her walls clench around him, already feeling the pressure around his cock push him closer to his orgasm. His thrusts grew a little more brutal, pawing at her hips and hammering into her while she gave him that beautiful, innocent smile to reassure him it was okay to keep going despite her sensitivity.

“Cum inside me…” she whimpered, her body literally shook with the force of his thrusts.

Her adorable whisper was all it took for the wolf to finally come undone, filling his mate up with his seed in sloppy and rough thrusts. Only until the last drop did he pull out slowly watching a little bit of his release dripping out of her.

“... That's it,” Iseul giggled, brushing his shaggy hair out from his eyes, "We're stuck together,"

Woosung's boyish grinned returned, his nose poking into the crook of her shoulder again as he collapsed on top of her. His scalding body was a surreal contrast to the cold, wet ground beneath her. All traces of the dominant wolf had vanished from his eyes, irises still flecked with gold as they adored her.

"You're mine," he cooed, laying a kiss over her pulse point, "You're so much more than just my mate, Iseul,"

"So are you," she awed, "I'm curious, though..."

"What about?" he asked.

She didn't want to ruin the mood they had, but she had to know, "... If we didn't mate tonight, would you have picked somebody else?"

Woosung gulped, not knowing how to tell her that he had eyes on her for the longest time, to the point that he rarely noticed the appearances of the other female betas. While he acknowledged their attractiveness, he also realized that many people were indeed "pretty." Nobody even came close to Iseul's beauty, “Probably not. None of them would taste as good as you,”

Iseul giggled, swatted at his bicep, “You didn't know what I tasted like until now.”

“No, but you smelled really fucking good,” he smiled, nudging her cheek with his nose, “I thought I lost you earlier… just for a second,”

Her head shook with dismay, "No one's gonna' mess with us, now. I’m yours now, remember?” she lay a small kiss on his chest.

Woosung caressed her cheek, not being able to help mimicking a little smile of his own, “You’re mine,"

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