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daddyfordaeddy · 2 months ago

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ASAP (As Soon As Possible) [J.WY]

♡ Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!Reader

♡ Word Count: 1471

♡ Warnings: cursing, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)

♡ Genre: smut, fluff, rated E for explicit, established relationship au

♡ Summary: You get home to see Jung Wooyoung in silver hair. Shenanigans ensue after a quick reassurance of love

♡ Smut warnings: oral (male receiving), dirty talk, deep throating, praise, some begging. Implications of fingering (if anything is missed, please let me know!)

JUNG FUCKING WOOYOUNG!!!! the title of this doc is, and I quote, 'WOOYOUNG FCKING HAIRRRRRR'. So I hope that gave you some insight into my mental state writing this in about 56 minutes. Yes I timed it

It was a good day, you think. You woke up early, work wasn’t hard, and you're just happy to go home and cuddle the love of your life, your boyfriend. He’s been going through a rough patch recently, and you just want to cuddle him.

As you swing the door open, you’re already smiling wide. “Wooyoungie–”

You’re cut short by the sight of Wooyoung sitting on the couch, eyes wide as he awaits your reaction to his silver hair.

Silver. Hair.

You stand in the doorway for a long moment, eyes flying straight to his hair as you process the change.

Wooyoung fidgets nervously, running a hand through his newly bleached locks. “Well? What do you think? I wanted to surprise you…” he trails off, nervousness evident in his expression. He stands up, moving closer to you with tentative steps. “I know it’s a big change but…I felt like I needed something different. Do– do you hate it? I can always dye it back if you prefer it black. I don’t want hair that you’d hate.”

Slowly, you set your bag down on the floor and take a small step towards him, mouth opening. No sound comes out at first, but then– “Wooyoung…” you begin, mouth suddenly dry. “I’m going to need you to tell me ‘no’ in about five seconds before I give you the best head of your life, if you don’t want it. Because you look incredibly sexy right now, and I need to have my mouth on you as soon as possible.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widen in shock, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks at your bold declaration. “YN!” he gasps, caught completely off guard by your intense reaction. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to regain his composure. “I– I mean, yes. Wait– no. Not yet. As much as I want to, I need to talk to you about something. About us. Can we sit down?”

A little punched-out whimper escapes your mouth even as you nod slowly. “Ah– yes. We can talk if you want.” Your eyes still haven’t left his hair, and your hands are trembling with need, but you respect his wishes and sit on the couch stiffly. Wooyoung finds it a little amusing, and makes no effort to hide his smile.

He sits beside you, angling his body to face you directly. “I want you to know…I really appreciate you, YN. The way you’ve stayed by my side despite how clocked out I was the past few weeks. It means a lot to me. I love you so much, and I want to show you how much I appreciate you.” Wooyoung takes your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a sweet kiss to your knuckles.

“Oh, Wooyoung,” you sigh, squeezing his hands gently. “I love you too. You deserve all of my love, and I want you to be as happy as you can possibly be. It’s always been, and always will be my pleasure to go through your ups and downs with you.”

Wooyoung’s eyes sparkle and he leans in closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you for loving me, even when I’m being difficult,” he hums, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the greatest gift in my life.”

You melt into his embrace, your hands coming up to wrap around his waist. “I love you so much, Wooyoung. More than anything in the world,” you murmur against his skin.” There’s a pregnant pause. “...Can I please suck you off now? Or at least kiss you silly? I think I’m going to cry if I can’t do that at least.”

Wooyoung chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Wow, you really don’t waste any time, do you?” he teases lightly, but you can hear the arousal in his voice. He cups your face tenderly, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “I suppose we did talk, right? Go ahead, baby.”

He leans back, patting his lap invitingly, and that’s all you need. Immediately, you clamber into his lap, cupping his face and kissing him deeply. His lips are parted for you, mouth sweet, and you lick into it greedily, Your hands move up to tangle in his silver hair as you grind your hips down.

“Fuck, Wooyoung,” you moan. “Look so damn good with your hair, wanna tell you how pretty you are…”

Wooyoung moans into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips as you grind down into him. “Ah, YN,” he pants between kisses, a deep flush spreading across his face at your words. “Pretty? If you think I’m pretty, I must be doing something right.” He preens slightly at the compliment, clearly pleased by your reaction.

Trailing hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck, Wooyoung’s hands slip under your shirt, caressing the skin of your stomach. You whine again, hands sliding down to tug at his pants. “Wooyoungie, please,” you mumble into his mouth, “want you to fuck my throat, want you to use my mouth.”

At your filthy request, Wooyoung’s hips buck involuntarily. “YN…the things you say to me…” he groans, quickly undoing his pants, freeing his already-hardening cock. “Come on, baby, open wide. Gonna feed you this thick cock until you’re choking on it.”

He grips the base firmly, squeezing just hard enough for him to suck in his breath through his teeth. Carefully, he shuffles forward on his knees to rub the leaking tip across your lips. “Stick out that pretty tongue for me. Beg for it, YN. Tell me how badly you need my dick in your mouth.”

You open your mouth eagerly, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him with eyes filled with need. “Please, Wooyoung. I need your cock so badly. Want to taste you, want to choke on your thick cock. Use my mouth however you want, fill my mouth with your cum. Please, Wooyoung.”

Unable to resist your desperate pleas any longer, Wooyoung groans. “So good for me, begging so sweetly.” He slowly pushes forward, the head of his length parting your lips and sliding over your tongue. One hand tangles in your hair, guiding your movements as he gradually increases his pace. “That’s it, take it all. Gonna fuck your mouth so good.” He pistons his hips faster, chasing his pleasure although the grip on your hair gentles into a caress.

Your eyes roll back as you moan around his cock, the sight of him fucking your mouth so nicely with his silver hair hanging over into his face makes you so eager. Your hands scrabble at his thighs, trying to tug him impossibly closer as you swallow around his girth. You’re sure your panties are soaked through, but you couldn’t care less right now.

Wooyoung is just as affected as you, lost in the sensation of your mouth and the way your throat throbs around him. Just for a moment, he pulls out and leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Look up at me, baby. Wanna see your eyes while I use your throat,” he whispers against your forehead before straightening up and sliding back into your mouth. “You’re amazing, you know that? Taking me so well, so willing. Are you gonna swallow it all when I come?”

You nod as best you can with your hair in his hand and his cock down your throat. “‘M good, I’ll swallow it all,” you moan when he pulls out, jaw dropping open and letting him thrust back in. Your hips jerk up automatically as you swallow around him and suck hard.

Wooyoung throws his head back with a guttural moan as your throat constricts around him. “Fuck, yes, just like that. Swallow it all.” He buries himself to the hilt one last time, pulsing and twitching as he reaches orgasm. Hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat and fill your mouth as he holds your head in place.

It takes him a minute before he slowly pulls out of your mouth, panting heavily as he looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and affection. You’re too busy trying to swallow down his load and wipe your lips of the remnants of his cum that you squeak in surprise as he dips his head down to kiss you, licking into your mouth to taste himself.

“I love you so much, baby,” he hums, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to help you sit up and to pull you closer to him.

“Mmh, love you too,” you murmur, curling into his embrace and eyes fluttering shut.

You’re just about ready to take a nap on the couch when his hand slides down your pants and presses against your cunt through your wet underwear. Your eyes fly open to see Wooyoung grinning crookedly at you.

“My turn.”

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nateezfics · 1 year ago

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THINGS ATEEZ SAY IN BED: WOOYOUNG

↳ things ateez say during sex. wooyoung version.

↳ warning: smut, dirty/sexual language

• “is that all you got? oh come on.”

• “you like that, huh? sure would be a shame if i stopped…”

• *mimics your moans mockingly*

• “oh god, keep doing that. yeah, just like that, baby. you’re doing good.”

• “you’re such a cutie when you whine for me. i fucking love it.”

• “you can be louder than that, right? am i just not making you feel good enough? guess i just need to fuck you harder until you’re screaming.”

• “you’re so shameless, dripping all over my fingers. and yet here you are covering your face. no need to be bashful around me, baby.”

• “go on, let it out. ahhh good, good.”

• “oh? going for more huh? soooo greedy.”

• “all you need to do is tell me what you want, baby. tell me, and i’ll give it to you. anything you want.”

• “you’re getting a little bossy. hah, i kinda like it.”

• “tell me how you want me, baby. on my knees? on top of you? under you? i’m all yours.”

• “i love it when you take what you want. ugh,, you’re so hot when you’re all greedy for me.”

• “ahhh show off that pretty pussy for me. spread a little wider – ah, there you go.”

• “such a pretty baby. my pretty baby.”

• “oh hush, you love it when i tease you.”

• “i don’t really give a fuck that they’re in the other room. let them hear how good i fuck you. show off those pretty little moans of yours.”

• “you love me, yeah?”

• “oh pretty, we’re far from done.”

• “i’m sorry, mind saying that again? can’t hear you. speak up, baby.”

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pirateprincessblog · 2 months ago

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post mortem >> j. wooyoung

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jung wooyoung x grimreaper!reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: wooyoung never thought death would be so beautiful 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: life and death themes, angst, fluff, clingy wooyoung, grim reaper reader, after life 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: honestly? i don't even know. i made myself sad. why? again, i don't know.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"hyung, i've been having these weird dreams again lately. this black figure just sits in the corner, wherever i am. it's so scary-"

"wooyoung. i'm staying up late in the studio, please don't scare me."

"and i'm walking home alone after this, hongjoong, what am i supposed to do? i'm scared shitless. i walk around paranoid, people think i'm crazy for turning around every few minutes while i walk."

the older man rolls his eyes playfully at the younger ones response, then pops another soup dumpling in his mouth. he immediately regrets it, forgetting that they are still very hot inside. seeing the young one in distress, he quickly chews it and swallows it, trying to ignore the burning sensation down his throat.

"look, if it's bothering you so much, you can sleep with seonghwa tonight. i'll just sleep on the couch when i come home."

"thanks, man! i'm sorry, at first it was funny. but now? it's getting so frequent that the other night when i woke up, i almost smacked yeosang across the face. poor guy was just trying to drink water. but now that he isn't here, it's even scarier."

hongjoong snickers, then picks up another dumpling. he makes sure to blow on it first, before biting only half of it off so it can cool down. much better.

"just don't be scared if you hear rattling. that's just me coming home and dragging my cables with me. where has yeosang gone anyway?"

"he went to his parents for the weekend. it's his mom's birthday."

"oh, right. should've known. he never shares anything like that."

they stay in silence for a while, enjoying the rest of the food. hongjoong treated his brothers a lot, and wooyoung felt like it was finally time to return the favor. of course, he missed the way hongjoong secretly swiped his card at the counter on his way to the toilet, so when wooyoung asked for the bill, he was left disappointed and angered.

"it's already paid, sir." the waitress says, hiding hongjoong's smirk with a tray as she collected the dirtied dishes.

"what? by who?"

"thank you, hasun. the food was amazing as always. sorry for the mess."

"you-" wooyoung started, pointing his finger at his older brother.

"oh, don't worry about it. you're always welcome." the young girl smiles, a little flirtatiously.

hongjoong didn't miss it, of course. but he only nodded with a respectful smile, understanding his position as an idol and his limitations. "have a good night!"

the young men exit the little restaurant they often visited as trainees and freshly debuted. it was always fun to go back to old memories of fun and sacrifice. hongjoong looks at wooyoung, who is still sulking because he couldn't pay. he loves all seven of them, with all his heart. without them, who knows where he would be. each one of them worked so hard, and they are where they are right now because of team work. and hongjoong couldn't have asked for better team mates. team mates he gets to call family.

"come on, cheer up. i'm your hyung, i can't let you pay."

"san lets me pay all the time." he mumbles, not even looking at hongjoong. it makes the older man even more amused.

"san loves to tease you, and you know he can't deny free food. you'll pay another time."

"liar."

"i promise."

"i don't believe you."

"pinky promise?"

"that means nothing coming from you."

"come on, you're doing too much."

polar opposites, they were. hongjoong didn't care about those things. he just wanted to take care of his members, and lead them. but wooyoung? he cared about every little detail, showed love to everyone around him, and got deeply hurt every time hongjoong would promise something and then break the promise.

"you won't stay late tonight?" "nope."

"did you eat the chicken i made for you? you didn't starve yourself again, did you?" "of course i ate it."

"will you wrap up earlier today so we can all go out for lunch?" "sure."

"did you check out that back pain?" "yep."

he would stay up late. he didn't eat the food. he wouldn't wrap it up either. the chicken would stay on his desk for days sometimes, until a visit from seonghwa would take care of it. he would fall asleep on his couch with his laptop, fingers stuck on one key and typing endless pages of the same letter while the exhausted producer softly snored on the keyboard. back at the dorm, the bottle of alcohol would be downed, and wooyoung would only be washing seven glasses, the eighth one still waiting on the counter. hongjoong would come, see the single glass on the counter, and feel bad. but the music won't produce itself. once the work is finished, he'll enjoy with them.

yet the work never seemed to finish, and it made wooyoung angry. not at his leader, but at the expectations from everyone above them. even now, hongjoong had very dark circles under his eyes, and was blinking heavily. it was only seven in the evening, and he still had to be in the studio.

"i hate when you overwork yourself. or when you starve yourself as a punishment for not doing a good job. and i hate when you put work first. we barely see you these days, only on interviews and concerts. i just wish-"

"don't guilt trip me, okay?"

"what?" wooyoung says for the second time that night, now more in disbelief than in disappointment.

hongjoong scoffed, feeling mentally tired. "look, i'm trying to finish this so i can rest before the comeback. so we can all rest before the comeback. i don't have time for these hangouts or slacking. we are team mates and colleagues, and-"

"oh."

hongjoong realizes how wrong his words came out, but by the time he looks at wooyoung, the young man is already sulking again. "no, i didn't-"

"team mates? colleagues?" he scoffs. "you know what? go. i don't care. i'm sorry i'm a pain in the ass. i won't ask again."

"wooyoung-" hongjoong puts his hand on wooyoung's shoulder, trying to fix the situation he created.

"i don't care!" wooyoung yanks his hand away, and accidentally pushes him in the process. "go! i don't care. i'll leave you alone, and i won't ever ask you for a drink or bring you food. it rots in there anyway, and as a colleague, i'm clearly overstepping. so, good luck with your work, mate."

the older man can only watch as the younger one crosses the street, going a different route just to be alone. he wishes he could follow him and apologize, but the deadline is so close, and eden is unforgiving. even now, when he is only two minutes late, his phone is blowing up with calls and messages from him.

"fuck."

the phone beeps loudly near hongjoong's head. when he turned the alarm on before sleeping once he got back from the studio and threw himself on the couch, he audibly groaned at the words on his screen: three hours and twelve minutes until the alarm. it takes him a while to peel his eyes open, and when he takes his phone, he is surprised to see an incoming call instead of the alarm. it is still dark outside, meaning that he only actually slept for an hour. the letters and numbers on the screen are blurry. hongjoong can't fight the fatigue, and thus, shuts the phone off sleepily, turns on his side and then falls asleep again.

the second time he is awoken, it isn't by the fateful alarm. rather, it is by a shoulder shake. he turns around, rubbing his eyes. the sky is no longer pitch black, but a dark blue colour, stars slowly bidding goodbye and the sun announcing it's arrival. from this point onwards, it feels like a dream. a nightmare, rather.

hongjoong remembers seeing the foggy frosted windows first, ones that looked at the big buildings and busy streets of seoul. only six in the morning, and people were already up and working hard, despite the biting winter weather. then, hongjoong remembers his team mates, brothers, standing above the couch in the living room. seonghwa's eyes bloodshot red, and jongho rubbing yeosang's back as he sobs into his shoulder.

"what's going on?"

"did wooyoung come home last night?" seonghwa's voice is a mere whisper.

"what?" hongjoong is completely awake now, throwing the blanket aside and sitting up straight. lack of sleep doesn't allow him to stand yet, so he remains sat. "i came here well after midnight, i didn't want to make any noise so i went straight to sleep. i even have my clothes on still. yeosang? when did you come back?"

"hongjoong..." seonghwa starts, looking anywhere but at his friend who looks more concerned with each second that passes. with full right.

"what? say it, god, i feel like throwing up. what is it? where's wooyoung?"

"they called us to identify a body."

hearing those words for the second time that morning, san can't help but break down. he leaves the room, yunho following. he can't let him stay alone, one missing member is enough.

"what?" hongjoong's voice now matches seonghwa's, his heart tight and legs ice cold. a chill runs down his spine, and his eyes burn terribly.

the young leader on the couch finally takes a good look at his older brother. his eyes puffed and red, lips dry and trembling, dried tear marks on his cheeks, and new tears making his eyes glossy. hongjoong is still unable to react. he doesn't know what to say. he can't move, his legs nor his tongue. it is not until mingi hands him his jacket that hongjoong realizes he isn't dreaming again. the situation is serious, painful, and unbearable. he can only hope on the way there that the jung wooyoung they have isn't the jung wooyoung he parted ways with last night.

but when hongjoong arrives at the morgue, and sees his dear friend and brother embraced by an eternal dream, all he can do is slide down the wall and grab his head in his hands, fingers pulling at his hair as some sort of subconscious punishment.

"mr jung crossed the road on a red light"

"the car that hit him was going over the speed limit"

"we did everything we could"

"the driver was taken by police"

"we tried reaching out while he was still somewhat conscious"

hongjoong's breath stops.

the call.

the call from the unknown number he so lazily muted.

the call that maybe couldn't save wooyoung, but could've given a chance to hongjoong to show him how much he is loved.

the call that wouldn't make this situation as tragic as it is.

wooyoung died not knowing that hongjoong loves him as his brother, not knowing that he bought eight tickets for the new movie he so wanted to watch, not knowing that hongjoong begged eden to have a week off to make up for all the times he has ditched on everyone. again, all that hongjoong has is hope. hope that if there is an afterlife, wooyoung could look down and see that hongjoong didn't mean what he said last night. not in the way wooyoung took it.

selfishly, hongjoong blamed eden. if he didn't stay up that late, he could've gotten the call. hell, if eden wasn't so harsh on him, this wouldn't have happened. he would have enough time to spend with his family, and the argument wouldn't have happened at all. they could go to the movies, stay up late at the dorms and drink, talk about silly crushes and gossip about the managers and staff, then all fall asleep on the floor with shared blankets and couch pillows.

"come on, we have to go. we have to tell his parents."

on a rocking chair, on a porch overlooking the orange and pink clouds, sits a young woman. a black hood rests on her head, the shadow hiding her face. her thin, skeletal looking fingers flip through the pages of the worn out book, mind already autofilling the sentences. she knows the book by heart, it being her favorite since she learned how to read.

the sound of grunting and tossing takes her attention away.

finally, she thinks.

she enters the little wooden cabin, leaving the book in the chair, still rocking. the young man opens his eyes, hands reaching to rub the sleepiness out of them. he sits up, now almost fully awake. he looks around, scratching the back of his neck. his surroundings look nothing like the usual mornings he wakes up. finally, he sees you. a black hooded cloak, thin fingers gripping the scythe that is bigger than you, and a sickly looking bunny on your shoulder, pitch black and blending with your cloak.

then, sharp pain. his spine aches, and wooyoung screeches. he curls up on the bed, hands gripping at his back in hopes to make it stop. you take pity in the deceased human and his pain, and spare him. the scythe thumps against the floor, and the young man calms down. he breathes fast, uneven, and sits up again. his eyes widen, and you think that if he widened them a little more, his eyeballs would pop out. all the reactions are the same. they all think they're ready for death, but when they do encounter it, suddenly they want back.

"no..."

denial, the second reaction. how ground-breaking. you sigh, bored. will you ever encounter an interesting human? then, you remember you were the same. worse, even. wide eyed, screaming into the black cloak to let you go back, trying to jump from the porch into the clouds, in hopes of landing back among the living. three times you tried to jump, until you were strapped to the very same bed the young man is in right now.

"no, it can't be. i mean, it's a dream, right?"

you don't answer. it won't be of any help. instead, with the handle of the scythe, you push an empty bottle from the night stand towards him. despite his growing confusion, he takes it in his hand, not yet asking why it is empty. he looks at you, well, tries to, as if to silently ask. he sees that you don't acknowledge him, and makes his peace with it.

he unscrews the cap, and looks inside. the bottle is still empty, and wooyoung isn't sure what to do. using the handle of your trusted companion again, you push the bottle towards his lips, and the bottle finally fills with liquid. to your surprise, it turns white. milk?

"wow." he says, downing the whole bottle. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then looks at you once again. "let me guess. fills with whatever the person yearns for at the moment?"

you nod slightly, then take the bottle. you toss it into a wooden box, which is only halfway full this week. it makes you happy. you hate days when it's overflowing. because of the people themselves, and because of the mess you have to clean up.

"i haven't had a glass of milk in years, i think. somewhere deep down i must've really needed it."

the man stands up, looking around. his hand reaches towards the pink clouds spilling through the open cabin, and he feels a warm sensation. he notices that it doesn't have windows and doors. only window and door frames, and light transparent drapes that float in the gentle breeze. he looks out the window, and sighs. the cabin sits on the clouds, the colorful fluff extending into the horizon over the sun. no other houses, buildings of any kind, or animals. except a path, which wooyoung doesn't ask about yet.

"must be damn beautiful looking at this all day long. the sun is setting on earth? the clouds are pink, so... i mean, you don't have to answer. i don't know what to do with myself. i guess i'm waiting to wake up. or subconsciously think that if i approach this as a normal person, you might send me back. that not happening, right?"

asking to go back, third reaction. but he isn't asking. merely making sure that his thinking is right. when you stay silent, he takes that as affirmative.

"so, how does this go? do i confess my sins? do i stay a ghost and haunt someone? do i go to another place? or do i take over yours?"

he is easy going. not boring at all. very relaxed, in fact. for a person that lost his life overnight, at the peak of his life, he seems very friendly. usually, people that arrive here hate you. as if you were the one who killed them, and not often their foolish and reckless decisions.

the animal on your shoulder jumps down, finding its usual place in the warm abandoned bed. wooyoung refrains from petting it, even though that's all he wants at the moment. to feel something alive in his hand again. speaking of which, he remembers his brothers. his family, both of them. he gulps, afraid of showing emotion. he isn't sad for himself. he is sad for them. they'll have to carry the burden of grief for days, until they are ready to let go. and wooyoung hopes they let go soon, for their sake.

he doesn't have time to further sadden himself, when he notices you exiting the cabin through the other door frame. it is the path he saw, leading through the clouds and disappearing far away.

"no bikes?" he jokes, the silence becoming unbearable. he has to occupy himself, as to not think of the life he so carelessly abandoned.

but you still don't say a word. you walk in front of him, the black cloak tail trailing behind you.

"should i just save my breath?" he mumbles, more to himself. "i thought i'd be scared. frankly, i'm a bit bored. i-"

his breath hitches when you suddenly turn around, pointing your scythe at him. the silver blade glimmers under the faint rays of sunshine, blinding almost. "silence."

wooyoung expected many things. but for you to sound so gentle while you looked so fierce? his expression must've pissed you off, because you thump the bottom of your scythe against the floor, causing him to vanish into thin air and spawn back in the bed. more like above it, making him land on his butt on the soft mattress.

"hurry." your voice echoes everywhere. "or you won't make it."

"wait!" wooyoung's legs ache as he runs down the path, struggling to catch up to you.

fatigue takes over his body and mind. being dead isn't for the weak, he thinks.

"fuck-" he yelps, hands reaching for his back in hopes of relieving the pain that has struck him again. then, he sees the scythe raise from the ground again, and you preparing to thump it one more time. "wait! no, no, no-"

"no swearing in my realm."

"i'm sorry!"

but you show no mercy, instead teleporting him back in the bed, this time being kind enough not to drop him on it. you hear him groan out of frustration, and you can't help the smirk on your lips. by the time he catches up once again, you are almost at the end of the path.

"i apologize." he breathes out. when you don't respond, he frowns. he trails behind you, gaze fixed on the cobblestone path surrounded by clouds that have now turned a violet colour. the sun will set any second now.

he wonders how many days have passed. was he buried already? how was his family holding up? how was hongjoong? and the rest? san? oh, san. and yeosang, too. a seed of self hatred spawns in wooyoung's heart. how could he be so careless? he caused permanent pain to those who did nothing but love him. he hopes hongjoong isn't too hard on himself. it's not his fault, and he hates that it took this to realize it. as much as it hurts, he hopes they move on as soon as possible. for their sake. they have each other, they'll get through this. they have to.

a creak wakes wooyoung from his thoughts. he finds himself standing in front of a gated garden. the doors open on their own, tall and of steel. it reminds wooyoung of castle gates. you head inside, the cloak trailing behind you. the young man follows, careful not to step on it.

"this is the Garden of Truth." your voice is an echo, even though you are mere inches away from him. it is a gentle one, sounding as if multiple voices were speaking at once. satisfyingly eerie. "while we walk through it, you can ask me anything. and i will tell you the truth, and nothing but the truth. but beware: what questions you choose to ask determine what happens to you beyond the gates at the end."

wooyoung hums. curious eyes take in the sight of the dull garden ahead: vines that climb the stone walls nothing but branches, grey grass, hardened soil, no animals other than the bunny on your shoulder. the sky is suddenly grey, the pastel colours long left behind the gates. wooyoung doesn't look back. it seems that if he does it, something might go wrong. so he looks straight ahead, gaze fixed on the dried up bushes that run along the dusty path.

"our time here is limited. i suggest you start." you warn.

"right." he clears his throat. "how uh... how did they find out?"

"you'll have to be specific, wooyoung. specific questions are rewarded with specific answers."

"of course." he agrees, mentally face palming himself. "how did my colleagues find out?"

"a few fans recognized you as they were passing by. they were the ones that called the ambulance. then, the hospital contacted your company, which contacted park seonghwa and the rest."

oh, no. not atiny.

wooyoung's heart clenches. that must've been traumatic. it will scar them for life.

"did i... on the spot? did they see my... corpse or my body?"

"at the hospital. you were still alive when they found you on the road."

"oh," he is somewhat relieved.

he knows the time is limited, yet he can't bring himself to speak as he watches your bony fingers run through the dried leaves of a willow that is sagging sadly over the path. was the garden always like this?

"not always, no." you answer his thoughts.

"i wasn't aware you can read minds." the young man is surprised.

"questions, wooyoung." you remind him, threatening to thump the scythe against the ground again.

"okay, okay!" he quickly stops you. "the garden... what happened to it?"

"bad people touched what was sacred. they tarnished it. took away its purity. in response, the garden destroyed them and itself." you point your scythe at a wall. "and made me its prisoner."

only then does wooyoung notice that the stone spheres on top of the tall walls aren't spheres. petrified heads, littered along the walls that guard the dead garden. they seem to be... bleeding. "but... you aren't at fault. why are you its prisoner? and in what way are you imprisoned?"

"i brought them here. misjudged them." you sigh, remembering the events that occurred centuries ago. "they didn't deserve the garden of truth. they deserved the Void of Confessions. i am bound to the garden. at night, i spawn in the dried up well, whether i like it or not. surrounded by echoes of those that walked the path to the Void of Confessions instead of finding peace here. tormented by their curses, swears, screams, and whatnot. until it exhausts me, and i fall asleep in the dark pit and wake up back on the porch in my rocking chair."

"Void of Confessions?" you strike is curiosity.

the rustling of the dried leaves as you both walk is somewhat calming. it's been a while since you had a calm walk. and you are grateful to the young man for it. "those who have done many evil deeds and still think of themselves as innocent and deserving of mercy. they are thrown into the white void, falling for eternity, or until they reach sincere regret and confess to every single thing they did wrong."

"every?"

"every."

"even if they don't remember it?"

"even if they don't know they did it."

suddenly, wooyoung is grateful that he is in the garden. he thought that he wasn't always the best version of himself. was he really a good person, or were there just such horrible people that compared to him, he was deserving of this garden?

"how many people have escaped the void?"

you hum, as if thinking. but wooyoung knows you know. "one."

"who?"

"me."

comfortable silence envelops you both again. wooyoung isn't scared of you. right now, he even feels some kind of admiration when he looks at you. "when will you stop being its prisoner?"

"when the grass turns green again, when roses climb up the walls, when the bushes become dense, when the willows offer shade again, when the branches shield the garden, when the sun pokes through the grey mist, and when the first apple turns red on the Tree of Memories."

"what's that?"

"it's something i haven't been able to offer visitors for the past few centuries. or, well, since the events occurred." you sigh. "it's a tree by the gates of the exit. all dried up now, sadly. depends on the time of the year, the tree produces various fruits. but there's always one apple, no matter what fruit it bears. the Apple of Remembrance. it allows the person who bites into it to take one memory from the mortal world into the after life, before all your memory is erased. in other words, you'll get to live with a single memory of your choice forever."

"i'll lose my memory?" wooyoung sulks.

"it's for the best. it'll allow your soul to rest in peace." you assure him. and he believes you. he just wishes he could somehow cheat this... magic. bring his memories with him. he can handle it. "i'm sure you can."

he rolls his eyes at your answer to his thoughts. "privacy, miss grim reaper."

when you don't answer, wooyoung goes back to thinking.

"hongjoong... how is he?"

"not good."

his heart feels as if it'll burst. "no sugarcoating, huh?"

"garden of truth." you remind him.

"did i manage to get a hold of him? i remember speed dialing his number when i woke up for a split second."

you didn't seem to hesitate when giving answers. this time, wooyoung noticed that your posture changed. "no."

"...why?"

"he hung up."

"oh."

he didn't blame hongjoong. he was angry, and tired. he couldn't have known.

"is hongjoong blaming himself?"

"yes."

a question lingers on the tip of his tongue. and he knows that you know what it is. and you could answer if you wanted. he wouldn't have to say it out loud. yet, wooyoung never asks.

can i see him one last time?

it stays locked in his throat, tormenting him. making it difficult for him to swallow. then, you indirectly answer. "from the cabin and beyond, all ties to the mortal world are cut off. they are unreachable, in any way or form."

the young man's heart sinks. he knew it. yet, to hear it out loud, it shatters him. his vision becomes blurry, the shades of grey blending into one and causing him to stop. he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to stay strong until at least all the questions are asked and answered. when he opens his eyes again, he notices that you have stopped to wait for him, back still facing him.

"can't haunt anyone?" a joke escapes his lips.

"it's not that kind of death."

death.

wooyoung didn't realize that the word wasn't used at all since he came. he died. he didn't just spawn into this magic realm where time and space is an odd concept. he is going further into the unknown, not able to turn back. not able to ever look at his loved ones again. not able to wake up and realize that it's just a dream. everything around him is unfamiliar, and a sudden feeling of uneasiness creeps down his spine.

"yeosang... and san. how are they?"

"devastated. they're not leaving each other's side."

"will they recover?"

"not for a long time."

a knife to the heart, your words were. but he can't blame you, as much as his heart seeks someone to unleash on. "and the rest? will they get over it? will ateez continue to be without me?"

again, silence. wooyoung doesn't like it. he doesn't like it when you stop, either. his breath hitches. oh, what will you tell him?

"please." his voice cracks. "i need to know they'll be fine. they're my everything. i'll do anything, i swear, anything-!"

"one of them won't make it."

"what?" voice a mere whisper, and heart broken into pieces that cut, wooyoung stops in the middle of the garden. tears freely spill down his pale cheeks, and his breath shudders. "no."

his knees give up, legs jelly on the floor, and upper body barely keeping him up in a sitting position. dried thorns cut into his hands as he subconsciously grips the dusty cobblestone, and the tears soak the hard soil. wooyoung finally breaks into sobs, painful wails echoing through the garden and bouncing off the stone walls.

"please, please, please," he begs, "please! i'll be your servant for eternity, i'll switch places with you so you can find your peace, i'll replant the whole garden if needed. please."

"wooyoung."

"please!" he screams. you know he isn't screaming at you. and it doesn't anger you. it even makes you feel sympathy for the unlucky young man. "i'll eat the dust and thorns if i have to. god, lock me up here, curse me, don't ever let me out. just, please, please, please, keep them safe."

finally, you turn around, breaking your own rule and opting to console the distressed young man behind you. yet, when your eyes land on the sight that was hiding behind your back this entire time, a gasp escapes your lips, and the scythe falls to the ground with a light thud.

the garden blooms, the gates are overrun with thick vines, the grass green, the bushes dense, a yellow hue has replaced the dull grey one, and roses decorate the walls. seeds sprout in the soil between the stones, wooyoung's tears watering them. his begging doesn't stop, instead turns into low whispers of despair.

"wooyoung." his face fits in the palm of your hand. glossy red eyes look at you, or at least try to. "oh, you pretty soul."

"w-what?" he hiccups.

"turn around."

you help him up, your weak figure barely holding him up, but enough to make him stand and turn around. his jaw drops at the sight, much like yours did. "how...?"

"you did this. with your selfless questions and desire to see others live well, even if it is without you." your other hand still cradles his pale face. thumb gently wipes the tears away, all while he stares at you with eyes full of confusion, sorrow and pain. "you saved the garden."

"but..."

"you saved me."

it takes all in you not to hug him. and you would've managed, had he not wrapped his arms around you and pushed you into his chest. you've never done this before. you are waiting for the sky to split open again, to rain thorns and blood. yet it doesn't happen. wooyoung still hugs you, quietly sniffling into the crook of your clothed neck. "i'm scared."

"you won't be scared for much longer." both gazes land on the gates on the other side. the garden revives as wooyoung walks through it, until he reaches the end of the path and the faithful tree. "look."

and truly, just like you said, the tree bears fruit. peaches. "i desire peaches?"

"it seems so. and look, an apple." you point at the single red apple that grows on the branch that hangs lower than the others. "i believe that's yours. as are the peaches. as many as you want, before you head through the gates, of course."

wooyoung picks a peach, and it snaps in a satisfying way. the tree rustles as the branch goes back in place. he feels the soft fuzzy skin of the fruit. for the last time. then, his breath shudders again. "i don't want to go."

"i can't send you back, wooyoung."

"no, i- i don't want to go back. i want to stay. with you."

it reminds you why you don't hug, why you don't show sympathy. "i'm just an escort. nothing more."

"i could be your helper. your gardener. people would feel more at ease if they saw me here."

"you mean well, and that's what saved the garden. your ability to love and care for people more than for yourself. but it doesn't work that way."

"why not?"

"it'll work for a day. what happens when your physical form starts decaying? you'll require a cloak, just like me. and it's not like one grim reaper isn't scary enough, you'd put those people through a second death when they see two of us?"

he knows you have a point. still, he thinks it's worth a shot. but the answer is clear. thus, wooyoung reaches for the apple. "how does it work?"

"you bite into it. as you chew, it will take you through a short journey through your life. you'll relive everything in a span of five seconds. from your birth, to your death. in that time, you'll find the memory which you'll take with you. the rest will fade as you walk out the gates."

"even the memory of you?"

"even the memory of me."

"but you aren't from the mortal life." he argues.

"doesn't matter. beyond the garden, everything is peaceful. i am not peaceful, i do not belong there. i am in the middle of this all. not good enough to cross on one side, not bad enough to cross on the other side. the garden wasn't my curse. the realm itself is my curse."

"but-"

"goodbye, wooyoung." you bring the apple close to his lips, encouraging him to bite into it. "this might hurt a bit."

five seconds has wooyoung's brain on fire. from his birth, childhood, to his trainee days, and his last days. he lives through it all again. when he opens his eyes, he is surprised to find his cheeks soaked, and chest rising and falling fast. he has found the memory. the sweet apple turns sour in his mouth, realization taking over one last time.

"you don't have to say it out loud."

"i want to."

he swears he could see you smile, even though there was nothing but black void beneath your hood. "go ahead."

"the memory of sharing the first sincere laugh with all seven of my brothers."

you were expecting something like that. seems that this group was more than just coworkers. wooyoung drops the apple on the ground, feeling his head become dizzy.

"is it happening?"

"yes." you confirm. the gates open, causing you to release a breath you didn't know you were holding. when was the last time a human has made you feel anything? "go on. don't be afraid. there is no pain beyond the gates. or so i've heard."

"does another life exist?"

"i wouldn't know, wooyoung." you genuinely say. "i am bound to this place, remember?"

"then... if there is another life... i selfishly hope to see you again."

the chuckle that leaves your lips is audible, warming the young man's heart. "i'm not going anywhere for a long, long time. that i can assure you."

wooyoung then turns around, one foot stepping over the threshold. he doesn't remember his teenage years. one hand holds onto the fence just outside the gates. he doesn't remember his trainee years. the other hand holds onto the other fence. he doesn't remember his family. the other foot steps over the threshold.

wooyoung doesn't remember you.

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daemour · 1 year ago

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Pairing: poly! WooSan x gn! Reader

Word Count: 4587

Warnings: cursing, implied sexual activity, arguing

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, T for teen

Summary: In a relationship with Wooyoung and San, you feel left out of their activities. One evening, it all blows up.

this is my baby :') (yes i keep saying that about my fics) but i spent a lot of time on this and i think its one of my best works lol,,,,i hope u enjoy! i do have a second, shorter, part with the aftermath if you'd be interested

thank you to @hobeemin for betaing <3

You’re sitting on the couch with two pairs of legs in your lap. To anyone else, it would look like a sweet scene. Your boyfriends cuddling while you watch them fondly. But you’ve never felt so alone before.

You knew you were the addition to the relationship—San and Wooyoung had been dating for a long while before they met you, and it took another few years for them to ask you to join their relationship. After crushing on the two of them for so long, you had leapt at the chance to.

At first, you were just happy to be there—to have them smile at you sweetly, hold your hand, and press you into the sheets so well. But as time passed, it felt like being there was all you had to be happy about.

Sometimes, you wonder if you had just misconstrued the whole thing. Maybe they just wanted a roommate they could fool around with. Or you’re just reading too much into it. It’s only been six months since you were invited into the relationship.

As you’re contemplating your relationship with the two, your boyfriends stand. You only notice because of the weight leaving your body. “Hey, babe, Sannie and I are going to the bedroom, okay?”

“Oh– is there anything I can do too?” The desperation in your voice is evident, and you hate that it is. San’s eyes soften but both he and Wooyoung chuckle. Not meanly, but not kindly.

“Not today. Enjoy the movie.”

They each drop a kiss on the top of your head, and just like that, you watch them slip right through your fingers again.

You do your best to sit there and not feel upset; you try, but the pinch in your heart doesn’t go away. They’ve never been so outwardly…dismissive of you, and you’ve had quite enough of it. After a long five minutes of unhappy thoughts swirling around your head, you stand. You’re not sitting around and letting yourself feel like the second (or third) fiddle.

You blink back the angry tears threatening to fall as you pull on your sweatshirt and search for your phone, only to remember you left it on the bedside table. You’re not about to barge in on and grab it so you settle with your keys. You won’t be out for too long anyway.

As you leave the apartment, you do your best to close the door behind you as quietly as possible. The crisp fall air clears your mind, and you can think properly about your relationship. You just cannot allow yourself to continue to hurt like this. They’re a package deal to you and will come hand-in-hand with you in your life. You may love them, and they may be fond of you, but in the end, you’re just a plus one.

The realisation hits you like a ton of bricks, and you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the sob that escapes. It hurts you deeply, and you don’t want it to be true. You want to believe they need you just as much as you need them, although you know the thought is futile.

You shudder as you finally let your sobs calm down, and your heart returns to a normal pace. You can’t stay there much longer if you don’t want to lose yourself. As you head back to the apartment, you hurriedly wipe your eyes and clear your throat, unwilling for San and Wooyoung to see the state you’re in.

But that proves unnecessary—when you walk back in, San is sitting on the couch, a new movie is on the screen, and Wooyoung is prepping dinner. A quick glance at the clock tells you that you’ve been gone for about an hour and a half. Your blood boils as you realise they hardly noticed your disappearance, but you force it back to your gut. Blowing up now would be counter-productive.

Your phone is right where you left it, but as you try to escape, San calls out for you, “Oh, YN. Woo and I wanted to ask…” Your breath catches in your throat, hoping for something. “Do you want to join us next time?”

It takes all of your willpower not to laugh. “No, I don’t think I will.” Such a tone of mockery had never left your mouth directed at them before, and you snap your mouth shut before you say something else. San’s eyebrow rises high into his hairline.

You hear Wooyoung chuckle from the kitchen. “That’s fine. We have more fun without you anyway.”

And you know, deep down, he didn’t mean it maliciously. Wooyoung doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He was just trying to be funny and lighten the mood from the tension he had heard in your voice. But he didn’t know he (and San) was the cause of the stress, and all he does is relight the anger in your gut.

“Oh, so I’ve realised,” you mutter, and this time, San’s other brow raises, and he interrupts.

“What do you mean by that?” He moves to cross his arms, and you scoff.

“I’m sure you know damn well what I mean, Choi San. I get it. You guys have been dating for…longer than you’ve known me. It’s understandable you guys sometimes just want to be together without me.” You pause to take a breath, and San looks just about constipated. “But…I genuinely cannot remember the last time the three of us went on a date or included me in anything other than just sex. And even that, once in a while. What is the point of me being here?”

“Why didn’t you just talk to us?” Wooyoung asks, having moved from the kitchen to stand in the doorway. His brows are furrowed, and he looks so confused that you almost want to forget your argument. But it’s gone too far already, and words won’t stop pouring out of your mouth.

“You would rethink your already comfortable relationship for me? Don’t be silly.” You cut off Wooyoung’s attempted argument. “Maybe you would’ve thought about it, but come on. I’m me. I’ve known you guys for four years; you’ve been dating for seven. I asked to join you guys all the damn time, but all I got was getting brushed off. Forgive me for not having the confidence to confront you two.”

You run your hand through your hair, blinking back your tears. “I can’t imagine this relationship without you guys, but to you two? I’m just an afterthought,” you state, shaking your head.

Before your soft heart gets the better of you and you fall to your knees and take it all back, you turn right back out the door, your phone clutched in your hands this time. Wooyoung and San make no move to go after you, and it hurts more than it should.

You’re not in the mood to walk and wallow, so you sit in the parking garage, ordering a taxi. As you wait for your ride, you hear footsteps thundering up to you, and you know what’s coming.

“Are you actually leaving?” San’s voice comes from behind you, a tightness to it you haven’t heard before.

You keep your eyes forward and nod. “Yes. I need some time to myself. I…I won’t leave forever, at least not for now. I don’t want to give us up, but I need time to rest my heart. And you guys need time to process, I’m sure.”

The taxi you called is pulling up now, and you stand. After hesitating, you turn around and wrap your arms around San’s waist. There’s no wait on his side; his warm and strong arms come around your shoulders to squeeze you gently. Your eyes are shut tightly, knowing that if you open them, you’ll want to go right back up to the apartment.

“Tell Wooyoung I said ‘sorry’,” you manage to choke out, and you can practically hear San’s melancholic smile.

“You have nothing to apologise for, but I will if it makes you feel better. The only reason he didn’t come down is because he didn’t want to overwhelm you.” San sighs, running a hand through his hair. “For whatever it’s worth, I’m sorry we’ve made you feel so alone. It was never our intention, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that it happened.”

You sometimes wish San wasn’t so sweet and lovely and perfect. And you sure wish Wooyoung didn’t feel as strongly as he did. If they cared less, it would’ve made your hurt and betrayal less sharp in your chest. But you don’t want them to be guilty, and you don’t want Wooyoung to cry.

“I…won’t be gone for long,” is all you have left to say to San before you cram yourself into the taxi, and will your tears to not fall until you get into the safety of your apartment that doesn’t even feel like home.

As soon as you reach your apartment, you collapse to your knees and cry. With every sob, your chest heaves and your throat aches. But you’re finally able to let out all your hurt, and after an hour or so, you feel as refreshed as you can be. You hope it will work out in the end for your sake and theirs.

—

You sink into the familiar comfort of your couch, a sigh escaping your lips as the silence of your apartment envelops you. It's been two weeks since the tearful confrontation with San and Wooyoung, two weeks since you've allowed yourself to feel the full weight of your emotions. The initial relief of expressing your pent-up frustrations has given way to a dull ache of longing and uncertainty.

Days turn into nights, and the silence stretches, punctuated only by the occasional text message from San and Wooyoung, their words a mix of apologies, reassurance, and pleas for you to come back. You read and reread their messages, your heart torn between the desire to run back into their arms and the fear of being hurt again.

Yeosang, your closest friend, becomes your lifeline during this time, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of your emotions. He listens patiently as you pour out your doubts and fears, offering his unwavering support and gentle guidance. "They miss you, you know," he often reminds you softly, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding of your inner turmoil.

"I miss them too," you admit, your voice barely a whisper. "But what if it's not enough? What if we can't bridge the gap that's grown between us?"

Yeosang squeezes your hand reassuringly. "You won't know until you try. They're willing to work on things, YN. Don't let your fear rob you of a chance at happiness."

His words echo in your mind, a constant reminder that you can't stay hidden forever. You need to confront your fears, to have that difficult conversation, and to decide whether the love you share is strong enough to overcome the challenges you face.

As the days pass, you find yourself slowly emerging from the cocoon of your self-imposed isolation. You start venturing out, meeting friends for coffee, taking walks in the park, trying to rediscover a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of your emotions.

But the longing for San and Wooyoung never truly fades. It lingers in the quiet moments, in the empty spaces beside you on the couch, in the memories that flood your mind when you least expect them.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you call Yeosang, asking him to meet up with you for coffee so that you can figure out how to approach your relationship with San and Wooyoung. He agrees readily, and promises to set aside some time at lunch tomorrow to hear you out.

“You miss them, too.” You blink at Yeosang’s statement, before heaving a sigh and taking a sip of your drink. As usual, he doesn’t waste time with small talk and just starts with the point of the meet-up. “You’re putting off this discussion for far too long, YN.”

And he’s right, as he usually is. It’s been about two weeks since the breakdown, and you’ve managed to avoid most attempts at reaching you, placating them with a ‘soon’ whenever they text you to ask. But you’re a little too scared to reopen the conversation. What if they hate you and don’t want you anymore?

“They don’t hate you,” Yeosang interrupts your spiralling with an all-knowing look. You swear he can read your mind, and he swears you’re just easy to read. “You both just need to have a long conversation. Of course, it may not work out properly, but if not, they need to know it for future reference.”

You bite your lip, sighing like the weight of the world rests upon your shoulders. “Stop being so smart, okay? I know I should. I’m just…I don’t know how to start.”

Yeosang raises an eyebrow. “First, you should set up a date to talk. I recommend calling them.” He easily dodges your slap. “Seriously, YN. I can’t tell you what to say. Just go talk to them properly. They’re not gonna be unreasonable. They like you.”

If you sighed anymore, Yeosang would probably smack you himself. “Fine. I’ll call them tomorrow.” Yeosang narrows his eyes, and you know he’s seen right through your lie.

“Call them now. I won’t bother you or be loud.”

You start to whine, but Yeosang fixes you with such a glare that you pull out your phone begrudgingly. Your hands tremble as you dial Wooyoung's number, knowing San would probably be at work right now. The phone rings once, twice, and your heart squeezes in hope and disappointment that he hasn’t picked up yet.

You’re just about to hang up when the phone picks up, and Wooyoung’s breathy voice crackles over the receiver. “Hello? YN?” He sounds like he just ran a marathon, and you can’t help but smile. The sound of his voice on the other end of the line sends a wave of warmth through you, a bittersweet reminder of the love you've been missing.

“Hey, Wooyoung. Sorry for never getting back to you guys.” You can already feel the awkwardness and tension through the phone call. “Uh…when are you guys free to talk?”

You can hear the eagerness in Wooyoung’s voice as he responds almost immediately. “Don’t apologise, YN, okay? San and I are free tonight after five. Would you like to come round to have dinner? I’m making spicy pork belly soup. If not, tomorrow evening also works at the same time. If you need more time.”

He’s one word away from practically begging on his knees, and you feel your heartstrings tug. “Yeah, tonight works if that’s okay. Is six-thirty okay?”

“Yes!” Wooyoung has no hesitation when he answers you. “Just come up whenever—you know the door code.”

“Okay, thank you again,” you say, seconds from hanging up when his voice cuts through the phone.

“YN. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. And I’ll see you tonight.”

He ends the call before you can say anything else, and you’re left staring at the phone longingly. Yeosang’s chuckle brings you out of your thoughts. “Told you they don’t hate you,” he hums, a small smile on his lips, and you roll your eyes at him even though your heart warms.

“Should I bring a gift? Like wine or something? I don’t know…they’re feeding me. And it could be a peace offering.”

Yeosang laughs again, amused by your dilemma. “If you want to, it could be a nice gesture. But really, I think they just want to see you again.” He reaches over to you to squeeze your hand. “You guys will be just fine, okay?”

You nod, offering him your own crooked smile. “Thanks for sitting and talking, Sang. I appreciate it.” Your eyes dart to the side. “I should probably go see if I can find a proper bottle of wine, though.”

The bottle of wine in your hands is clutched so tightly you fear it may shatter in your sweaty grasp. You’re almost too scared to knock, but your longing to see your boyfriends (were they still your boyfriends?) overrides your fear, and you tap on the door lightly. It might be presumptuous to just walk in, even though Wooyoung told you they didn’t change the door code. You’ve done it many times before, but these circumstances are different.

Before you can chicken out and call it off, the door swings open, and San stands before you, his hair messy like it always ends when he tries to style it without help. Your fingers twitch as you keep yourself from reaching up to smooth it over. “...Hi,” you greet him instead, eyes flitting down to your hands. “I brought wine.”

“Thanks. Come on in. Wooyoung’s finishing up now.”

He steps aside, and you pass him, trying not to flinch as his comforting scent fills your brain. Oh, how you missed him and Wooyoung. The apartment is unchanged, and a picture of the three of you is still hung on the wall. “I hope you’ve been well?”

“Yea. I’ve been keeping busy.” San closes the door behind you, running a hand through his messy hair, which only serves to worsen it. “How about you?”

You shrug as casually as you can. “I’m doing well. Just been working…” There’s a long pause where neither of you knows what to do. “Do you need help with anything? Where do you want me to put the wine?”

San shrugs. “There’s not much to do. The table has already been set. Do you want to wash up or anything? I can pour the wine.”

You nod, handing over the bottle, being careful to avoid San’s touch before excusing yourself to the bathroom. You can practically hear the disappointed sigh leaving San’s mouth and you feel a sharp stab in your heart at how upset he seems to be but you remind yourself this is important. As Yeosang said, they have to be aware of what issues you’re having.

You glance at your weary face in the mirror, wiping at some smudged makeup and fixing your hair, taking any moment you can get to calm yourself down. When you can hear low murmurs in the kitchen of San and Wooyoung talking you know it’s about time for you to get out of the bathroom.

When you turn the corner into the kitchen, Wooyoung greets you with a tentative smile and a wake of his spatula. “Hey, YN. Hope you’re doing well. Are…are you hungry? It’s almost done.” Wooyoung speaks carefully like he’s triple-checking the words he wants to say before they come out of his mouth.

“Of course,” you laugh awkwardly. “Your food is always good. I hope you’re doing well too.”

It’s almost painful how tense the atmosphere is, and both you and Wooyoung cast a glance at San as if pleading silently for him to resolve it for you two. Before any of you guys can speak, the rice cooker beeps, slicing the thick stress in half and all three of you laugh. “Let’s eat,” San cheers, his eyes crinkling in the smile you missed.

The three of you move towards the seats, where three glasses of wine sit and side dishes are scattered around. Wooyoung holds the stew in his hands, setting it down in the middle of the table as you and San take your seats.

The dinner is mostly silent, aside from a couple of hums in delight at the taste of Wooyoung’s cooking. As much as you would deny it, you missed this. You missed being near them, being able to share the same space with them. As the three of you eat, you sneak glances at both San and Wooyoung. Aside from the tousled hair, San seems pretty put-together, with an easygoing smile on his face and dimples still prominent. But the dullness in his eyes is clear and he smiles and giggles way less than usual. Wooyoung’s face is lined with worry, hints of stubble peeking out, and you’re embarrassed to admit you find it attractive. His hands fiddle with his silverware as he eats, and the guilt returns to eat at your stomach.

“So…” you try and break the silence carefully, and both men’s eyes quickly focus on you. “...my brother’s boyfriend adopted a cat secretly and Hongjoong is livid, but I caught him cuddling with the cat just two days ago.”

San chuckles. “Sounds about right. Seonghwa definitely seems the type to. What, did he find the cat on the side of the road and ‘just couldn’t let it starve out there’?” You snort at San’s imitation of your brother.

“Almost spot on. It’s like Seonghwa is sitting right here, really.”

And with that, the conversation continues almost completely normally, like nothing had happened two weeks prior. Wooyoung prods at San’s cooking like always and you defend San but can’t help but throw in a jab of your own, one that San reaches over and pushes gently at your shoulder for.

At the touch, you freeze and Wooyoung’s eyes dart between the two of you. A long moment passes until you finally laugh stiffly and push him back. “What can I say? It’s true.”

Wooyoung smiles at the both of you, the corner of his lips crooked. “Good to see you take his side as always when it comes to cooking,” he teases. “Maybe I’ll make him cook next time.”

Next time. Your breath catches at those words and both San and Wooyoung take note of your hopeful reaction. “I’ll hold you to that.”

After dinner, all of you shuffle into the living room slowly, knowing exactly what must come. None of you want to start the conversation, but it must happen. You sit first, hands wringing in your lap. San and Wooyoung sit right next to each other, but not far from you.

“We could draw straws?” Wooyoung speaks up, his hands gripping the couch beside him. “To see who goes first.”

You don’t quite know how to react, but unlike the last time Wooyoung tried to be silly, you understand it isn’t coming from a place of malice. “I think that’s a great idea, Wooyoung,” both you and San agree, and although Wooyoung’s body tenses a tad more, his eyes soften.

“Thanks.”

With shaking hands, you hold out the straws Wooyoung had given you. Both San and Wooyoung draw, keeping their pick hidden until you pick yours. Long. San uncurls his hand and reveals his. Long.

Your gaze shifts to Wooyoung who looks just about ready to throw up at the prospect of going first. “Of course it’s me,” he laughs soullessly. “I suggested it, so I end up being first.”

“If you’re not comfortable–”

Wooyoung stops San with a quick squeeze of his hand. “No, it’s okay. I have a lot to say.” Without further ado, he turns to face you, his eyes pleading and his brows furrowed. “YN, I’m sorry. I was inconsiderate of you in the relationship, and although I meant no harm, I hurt you when I commented on ‘having more fun without you’. Although I tried to keep tension low, it only served to hurt you and I apologise for that. I should’ve been more attentive to you and considered how you may have felt when San and I went off to do our own thing without you.”

You feel a wave of relief wash over you, your heart warming at his heartfelt apology. “I really appreciate that, Wooyoung,” you hum. “I missed you a lot, and after a couple days of cooling down, I realised you meant no harm, and I could’ve told you how I felt about that with more maturity. I…I hope you don’t mind if I go next.”

San waves his hand, gesturing for you to go on. “Of course,” he agrees readily, squeezing Wooyoung’s hand gently.

“I’m sure my…complaints…about our dynamic were pretty clear. I felt left out, excluded, and separated from the two of you. And what I was feeling was valid, but my reaction wasn’t. I am sorry about how I went about talking to you guys. I assumed you wouldn’t care, and so I kept it to myself and let it boil over. And just running out on you guys was unfair of me. I didn’t explain, nor give you guys a chance to explain.”

San nods empathetically. “I was indeed hurt by your immediate assumption that we wouldn’t care. I thought it was clear we care about you—I mean, we did watch that show together and we asked if you wanted to join us next time. If you were really feeling hurt, I do wish you brought it up sooner.”

You sigh, looking down at your twisting hands, bringing one of them up to your mouth to chew lightly on the nail. “Like I said way back, I was insecure about the two of you changing your relationship dynamic just because I wanted it. Maybe it was stupid, I don’t know, but the hurt I felt wasn’t stupid. Sure, we watched the show, and sure, you asked me if I wanted to join next time. But that was it! I was an afterthought. You dismissed me when I said I wanted to join, and yet you asked me why I didn’t bring it up before?”

Before you can sink your teeth any further into your nail, Wooyoung leans forward, gently pulling your hand away from your mouth and bringing it to his lap. “Don’t bite your nails, YN. I’m sure San didn’t mean to be dismissive,” he pleads, elbowing San lightly in the ribs, who winces and nods sincerely. “I’m sure you understand, we were just hurt you didn’t trust us enough, although your reasons are understandable. We want to make things right, though, and we want you to be comfortable to talk to us about your insecurities and worries.”

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to be so defensive,” San concedes. “I got too caught up in wanting everyone to get along, I got ahead of myself. I pride myself on being the calm one, but I was too passive and that quickly turned into self-righteousness.” His hand moves to rest atop yours and Wooyoung’s, his thumb gently rubbing circles into the soft skin.

“We still want you with us, YN,” Wooyoung cuts in, “and we want to change for you. We talked about this when you were gone, and we’ll respect your decision to leave if you so wish, but we really would like to try and work this through.”

You pause for a moment. You could walk away right now, minimizing any potential hurt that could follow. But as your eyes land on your conjoined hands, any minute wish to leave is immediately squashed and you smile up at the two of them. “I want to stay too.”

San matches your smile and Wooyoung’s grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly. Before anything else happens, he pulls you forward, wrapping his other arm around your shoulders as he engulfs you in a warm hug. Without hesitation, San quickly joins, pressing a kiss to the top of both your and Wooyoung’s head.

As they murmur promises of how they can include you more, as well as soft ‘I love you’s in your ear, you can’t help but relax at their showcase of love. Things will turn out all right.

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Title: I'm sorry, don't hate me

Pairing: Wooyoung (Ateez) x female reader

Summary: It's your last night in town and you are never coming back. You decide to make it count and spend it with the person you will miss the most, the only thing is…he doesn't know you're leaving.

Genre(s): Best friends to lovers / Idiots to lovers / Smut / Angst / Fluff

Rating: Mature 18+ (NSFW) MDNI

Warnings: oral (male and female receiving) / edging / begging / grinding / Dom reader / Dom wooyoung / swallowed cum shot / fingering / nipping / nipple play / clit play / multiple orgasms / unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) / cum shot / hand job / dirty talk /

Word count: 5.3k

Banner: Me

Moodboard: @anyamaris amazing as always

Beta: @heechwe Lexi, you are an angel, always.

Author notes: My first Ateez fic! Thank you to @anyamaris for supporting me and cheering me on to write Wooyoung and thank you to @shadowkoo for the helpful advice and support! This is for the @k-vanity event ‘Eau de fleur’

Your footsteps echo as they climb the stairs to his apartment, the only sound you can hear filling the entire block, bouncing off the cold, tiled walls.

The nerves you expected to be running rampant inside you were nonexistent, instead a strange calmness flows through you at the thought of finally confronting your feelings for your best friend.

Perhaps it's because you've finally got tired of hiding, or maybe it's simply because tonight is your last chance.

Tomorrow you leave, to start a new job in a new city. A new life on the other side of the country. There's one drawback, however…you haven't told him yet. How could you? How can you say goodbye to your closest friend and the boy you've loved for years? You'd been putting it off and now the time to leave was almost upon you, and before you did, you had to take your chance with him, hoping that your feelings are reciprocated.

And as you stand at his door, hope blossoms inside you that maybe just for tonight, he can finally be yours.

Your fist raps on the door, harsher than you intended and you wait, craning forward to listen in as the silence stretches on. You'd seen his light on from outside, so you know he's home. You knock again.

This time you hear loud footsteps rushing your way. But when the door pulls open, you are in no way prepared for the sight that greets you.

“Oh, hi,” he smiles shyly, cheeks turning pink instantly, “did we have plans? Did I forget?”

Your eyes rake down the length of his wet half-naked body and you can't help but stare at the water as it drips off his hair. Your eyes stay fixed to the droplets as they make their way down his chest and roll over his well-defined abs, until they reach the towel, held tightly around his waist, clinging to his cock beautifully. Your gaze hovers over the outline as your teeth dig painfully into your bottom lip, desperate to run your tongue along the length of him.

He says your name and it snaps your attention back up to his face in an instant.

“Yea?” You reply, scrambling to remember your previous train of thought.

“Did-did we have plans tonight?” He asks again, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh-no, we didn't. I just wanted to drop by, so I thought I'd take a chance that you were home.”

His mouth pops open slightly, surprise evident by the way his eyebrows shoot up.

“Is that ok? Or are you busy?” You wonder, as you look behind him into his apartment, praying that he doesn’t have company.

“No, no, I'm not busy. Sorry, come in.” He opens the door for you to pass, and as he closes it behind you, your core alights with a need so powerful it startles you.

“Did you have anything in mind for tonight?” he asks behind you.

Your teeth find anchorage in your bottom lip again as your mind races through the possibilities, images of the two of you in various positions, that have plagued your mind the entire walk here.

You spin to face him, “Actually, yes.”

He watches you expectantly, and you can't help but admire his impressive frame while he still holds the towel tight around him. With a fire deep in your belly, the urge to feel his skin beneath yours grows too much to bear. You walk towards him, leaving no more than an inch between you and watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.

He searches your eyes, flitting between them, with his full of unspoken questions.

Something in your peripherals catches your eye, looking down you see the obvious tent in his towel from his growing erection, your mouth pops open. When you meet his gaze again his cheeks are aflame and he's immediately stuttering an apology.

“I-I’m sorry, I-”

Reaching up, you stroke a fingertip lightly along his bottom lip, soft like a rose petal and it makes you shiver with anticipation. He grabs your wrist, gentle but firm, and holds your hand in place before you can withdraw. His pupils are blown wide with a heat staring back at you so ferocious it almost leaves you breathless.

“Please, don't do anything if you don't mean it.” He whispers, desperation seeping out of every word.

“I want you, Wooyoung. I have for a long time.”

You've barely finished the sentence before his lips capture yours in a passionate dance, exploring your mouth with precise movements that leave your knees weak. You hear the towel drop to the floor as both his hands cup your face, holding you so tenderly you want to stay in his embrace forever.

He breaks away first, breathing hard and eyes staring straight into yours. You let him in, allowing him to see all the emotions you've kept hidden and make yourself as vulnerable as you can.

“Are you sure?” He asks, forehead pressed against yours, “I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret it.”

Sadness pings in your chest. Tomorrow you would be leaving town without him, but as selfish as it is, you can't bring yourself to ruin this moment by telling him that yet.

“I could never regret being with you.” You respond, kissing him tenderly once again before slowly making a trail down his neck. The scent of his shower gel swirls around you, the woody note of amber and something else, something sweet that makes your mouth water. His damp skin sticks to your lips, and you can't help but run your tongue along to get a taste.

He takes a step back in surprise, bumping into the door, naked butt pressed against the wood and he whimpers. The sound has your core quivering with desire, needing to taste more of him, needing to hear more noises like that.

You drop to your knees, now face to face with his hard and very impressive erection. Your mouth watering at the sight, and you can't help but plunge yourself onto him, taking him as far as you can until your throat constricts around him.

He gasps and releases a loud, surprised moan as you curl your fingers around his length and begin to move them, matching the rhythm of your mouth. His hands comb into your hair, holding your head steady. When you look up at him, the sight makes your cunt clench. His face contorts with pleasure and his mouth hangs open as he watches your every move.

You place one hand on his thigh to steady yourself, and feel it tremble beneath your touch. The thought alone of how weak he is under you makes you impatient to feel him inside you, but you want to enjoy this, savour the moment and make it last.

You come off with a pop, before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock and watch it bounce as he hisses.

Grabbing him once more, you slowly bring him to your lips, staring up at him through your lashes, and circle his tip with your tongue. His hand slams back on the door, trying to grip onto the wooden panes, “oh, fuck.” He says through gritted teeth.

You spit on him, making him curse again under his breath, and use your hand to spread the lubrication down to the hilt before plunging yourself right back onto him.

When he hits the back of your throat you push him further, opening yourself up to him, the deep, guttural moan that escapes him has you clenching around nothing. When he's as far in as you can get him, you swallow, making yourself gag but worth it from the way his entire body jolts uncontrollably.

“Holy shit,” he cries out, fingers fisting in your hair again before gently pulling you off him and tilting your head back as he looks down at you.

“What's wrong?” You pout, attempting to lick the tip of him playfully and making him growl slightly. “Am I not making you feel good?”

“A little too good,” he smirks, “I've waited for this a long time, and I would like to be inside you longer than thirty seconds.”

This makes you laugh, as he takes your hands and helps you up off the ground, pulling you straight into his embrace.

“Besides,” he says, as leaves a trail of light kisses from the corner of your mouth, down to your cheek and along your jaw, “I think you're wearing too many clothes.”

He pushes your jacket off your shoulders until it hits the floor, joining his towel, and hooks a finger under your dress straps. His lips softly skate along your collarbone as he pulls them off your shoulders and tugs your dress down until that too pools around your feet.

He leans back to admire you, biting his lip at the sight of your matching red, lace underwear set you'd chosen for him, thinking of those afternoons spent in the field surrounded by red spider lilies.

“You're so fucking perfect.” He whispers, as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to him, slamming your lips onto his with a kiss that's full of ferocious hunger and years of pent up yearning.

Your feet start moving backwards with no idea to their destination but as long as he's touching you, you don't care where you end up.

His hands roam all over your body, his touch gentle yet desperate as you both move across his apartment. Your hands fist in his hair, pulling him even closer, needing to be completely wrapped around him.

Your foot catches on something and you stumble, Wooyoung grabs and spins you as you both drop to the ground, his body shields your fall and you both giggle.

“Are you ok?” you ask, composing yourself.

He nods, cupping the side of your face and stroking his thumb across your cheek, “better than ok.”

Unable to help yourself, you lean down to kiss him, feeling his fingertips skating lightly down your spine sending goosebumps cascading across your skin. He reaches your bra and undoes it in one swift movement, before yanking it off and throwing it across the room. Your nipples harden the moment the air hits them and you straighten up as he sits himself up to be face to face with your breasts. He sucks one of the firm buds into his mouth, the warmth of his lips and the way his tongue swirls expertly around them has your head collapsing back and releasing a moan so sinful it surprises you.

He moves over to the other breast, giving that one the same attention, making your toes curl when his teeth graze your delicate nub.

You grind your crotch against him, your clothed, aching cunt rubs perfectly against his cock and it makes him moan against your breasts, the vibration sending another thrill through you.

“Something tells me you're a very bad girl.” He whispers, grabbing your backside and aiding the movement of your hips.

The friction against your clit has the knot in your stomach pulling tight but it's not enough, you need him inside you.

“You have no idea.” You reply, pulling your underwear to the side and using your other hand to line him up to your entryway. He stills under you, fingers so tight on your rear they're bruising as you rub the tip of him against your slick.

“You want to be inside me?” You ask, hovering on your knees.

“You know I do.”

“Have you been good enough, Woo?” You ask, your tone dripping with sex. “Do you deserve it?”

He nods eagerly and you watch his chest move as his breathing fastens, his eyes transfixed on your dripping cunt, “yes…please.”

You bite your lip as you pretend to be mulling it over, “I'm not convinced you want me enough.”

He whimpers, hands squeezing the flesh of your hips and trying to ease you down onto him. “Please, I'll do anything, just please…fuck me.”

You reward him with a kiss, “good boy.” and sink down on him, enjoying the way he cries your name as you envelope him.

You give yourself a moment to adjust to his size, your pussy throbbing around him as he stretches you in the most delicious way. Both of you pant heavily as your lips meet in another passionate dance. When you start to move, circling your hips as you grind against him, his rock hard cock strokes against that sweet spot inside you making you cry out for more.

He matches your rhythm, thrusting up inside you while his lips explore your breasts. The pressure builds inside you, drawing you closer to the high you're chasing with desperate movements.

“You feel so good.” He whispers, eyes closed tight and teeth digging deep into his bottom lip. You pull it out with your thumb and suck it gently, making his eyes fly open.

“That's better,” you nod as you lick his plump pout.

His eyes don't move from your face as you rock your hips back and forward. “Yes, just like that, Woo.” You gasp, as the knot inside you pulls even tighter.

“Yea? You close, baby?” He asks breathlessly, veins in his neck bulging as he tries to hold back. Your movements grow sloppy as you near your climax but he continues to guide you through it.

“Yes, fuck…I'm gonna come.” You call out as the cord inside you finally snaps and you unravel around him. Your cunt contracts around him, pleasure making you see stars, as you cling to his back, keeping him as close as you can.

As the waves of ecstasy subside, your movements slow.

“I can't hold it much longer.” He gasps.

You pull off quickly and dive on him, sucking him into your mouth just as he too reaches his end, calling out your name as he releases rope upon rope of his orgasm inside you. Swallowing eagerly as he thrusts up into you, the noises coming from him are like nothing you could have imagined and when he's finished you collapse beside him. His arm winds around your waist as he tucks you into his side.

“That…”he says between pants, “was incredible.”

“I second that.” You add attempting to catch your breath.

“You…have no idea…how long…I've waited for that.” He says, looking both serious and hopeful.

“I think…I do. About as long…as I have.”

His mouth pulls into a huge grin, his perfect smile blinding you and rendering you speechless just like always. Until his fingers trail lightly along the skin of your stomach, leaving a burning path in their wake, a temporarily sated hunger rising from the depths again.

You turn on your side to face him, sliding a finger down his nose, “I hope you're not done yet.”

Arching a brow at the challenge in your tone, he responds, “Absolutely not,” He climbs above you, eyes darkening, “this time, it's your turn to beg me.”

Your stomach flips with anticipation as he grabs your thong and pulls it off, discarding it to the side. He pushes your legs apart, and positions himself on the floor between them. His lips graze your right knee, making a slow and deliberate pathway up your thigh, while his eyes stay fixed on yours and you dare not look away. His devilish sideways smirk makes him look like the predator with you the willing prey.

The silence of the room envelopes you, his teasing kisses the only sound and it smothers you, putting all your other senses on overdrive. The rapid pounding of your heart feels like it's vibrating through your entire being, as you wait for him to reach your core.

He licks the skin at the top of your thigh, making a trail right to your clit, flicking it with his tongue and making your body jolt.

He draws back, smirking, before licking a stripe from your entrance back up to your throbbing bud. Your hips thrust up on their own, desperate for more and he tuts.

“Ah, ah, behave and you'll get a reward but if you can't be good, you'll get punished. Do you understand?”

You nod eagerly, hands balled into fists at your side. Your body feels electric under him with excitement at seeing this complete other side to him you've never been privy to. And boy have you been missing out.

“I need words, baby.” He demands.

“Yes, I understand.” You reply, taking a breath to calm your impatience but the image of his face between your legs is almost too much.

“Good girl.” he purrs, spreading your lips open, so all of you is on display for him. He leans down slowly, eyes never wavering from yours and envelopes your clit with his lips. Sucking gently, he pulls the air right out of your lungs as you cry out. Pleasure shoots through you, lighting your nerves on fire and making your skin feel hot as you writhe under him.

You feel him circle your entrance with his fingertips, gathering your slick and spreading it before easing a finger inside you. Curling it upwards he touches that sensitive spot inside and beckons to it, over and over again. He releases your clit and instead, circles it with his tongue, driving you to the edge. Your fingers go into his hair, gripping it and pushing him harder against you. His teeth catch your swollen bud making you yelp but the thrill you feel in response surprises you.

“I told you that you would be punished if you can't be good, didn't I?” He says darkly, making your stomach quiver.

You nod quickly, “yes, I'm sorry.” You respond breathlessly, absolutely desperate to feel his mouth again.

“This is your last warning.”

“I'll be good, I promise.” You plead.

Seeming satisfied, his tongue returns to your clit and he slides a second finger into you, stretching you open and making your back arch. Your fingers grapple with the plush living room carpet in an attempt not to grab him again. But when he flutters his tongue against you can't help but thrust up against him. Ready for the fallout of your actions only to glance down at him when there are none. He continues his onslaught, caressing you with his mouth and tongue in a kiss so deep it chokes you. The cord in your stomach pulls tight as you feel your second orgasm approaching, toes curling and fingernails clinging to the floor but just as you're about to unravel he withdraws, leaving you gasping. Annoyed, you shoot your eyes to him only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“You weren't a good girl, baby,” he says, “only good girls get to come.”

You can't help but laugh. The excitement of him taking control like this has you wanting to know what lengths he would go to if you continued breaking the rules, but your impatience to climax has you eager to please him.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you look down at him innocently, “I'm sorry, Wooyo, I'll be good.”

The look of amusement in his eyes tells you he knows that's a lie but he gives in and closes his lips around your sex once again.

He picks up the pace of his simultaneous movements of tongue and fingers and faster than expected, and you feel your orgasm approaching again. Just as your toes start curling, he withdraws, coaxing a frustrated growl from you.

He chuckles darkly, flicking his tongue in your entryway.

“You want me to beg?” You whine, which only amuses him more.

“Yes, I do, actually,” he licks a slow deliberate stripe up your centre, making your back arch again and your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you attempt to hold in your moan. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.”

Your desperation for him overrides your pride and you play on the innocence, eyebrows knitted in anguish and batting your lashes, “Please Wooyoung, please can you make me come, I need you so bad.”

His answering smile tells you it's worked but you don't miss the heat in his eyes blowing his pupils wide and giving away his impatience too.

His mouth finds you once again, no more teasing, just focused, calculated movements he knows will get you there. The figure of eight movements he does with his tongue as he thrusts his finger up into you, has you pummelling towards your goal. Toes curling, fingers in his hair unable to control yourself as you feel that pressure low in your belly building more than ever before. He looks up at you, a recognisable need in his stare, “Come for me.” He commands and you're surprised as your body obeys and unravels for him. Your needy cunt clenching around his digits as he continues to beckon the spot inside of you and it makes you want to scream.

“Good girl, that's it, baby.” He encourages, as he helps you ride out your orgasm as each wave of pleasure dies down and the pressure inside you lifts, leaving you feeling nothing but relief.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls up your body to kiss you.

Tasting yourself on him, has that fire simmering inside you again and you wrap your legs around his waist as he hovers above you. You feel his erection in your entryway, and you use your feet to push against him and guide him in. He slides slowly into you, your pussy still throbbing from your climax as you adjust to his size.

When he bottoms out he pauses, leaning down to kiss you again before rocking his hips into you at a steady pace.

Your arousal coats him and the filthy sound of it fills the room.

“You feel so good, fuck.” He exclaims, looking down at you, “you're so beautiful, I'm so lucky.”

He strokes your cheek, the action bringing tears to your eyes but you rapidly blink them back before he notices.

Clinging to his back, wishing you could stay this way forever, your nails dig into his skin every time his cock hits that spot inside you.

He pauses and pulls out, leaving you whimpering for me, and chuckles as he stands, “sit up for me.” He says sweetly and pulls you up. “Bend over this.” He points to the arm of the sofa and you obey, leaning yourself across it.

You feel him at your entrance standing behind you as he lines himself up. He slides into you again and makes you moan, feeling him deeper inside you at this angle. His fingers come round the front of you, finding your clit instantly and massaging your arousal around your very sensitive bud.

His movements pick up speed as he desperately chases his own end.

“Do you think you can come again for me?” He asks pounding into you.

“Yes! Yes!” You respond, feeling your third orgasm approaching rapidly. His fingers on your clit moving so fast they're practically vibrating, as you grip onto one of the pillows and shove your face into it to contain your scream.

Your legs stiffen as the balloon of ecstasy expands inside you, growing with each moment, and just as the fullness gets too much, it pops. You come undone around him, your greedy cunt gripping him tightly with each spasm. His movements slow and his thrusts turn sloppy, until he suddenly pulls out of you and releases himself all over your back.

Collapsing against the sofa, your legs wobbly and unable to keep you upright, he rushes off telling you not to move, and when he returns he cleans you up with a warm washcloth.

At some point he has slipped back into his boxers and he pulls you up to stand, straight into his embrace.

“Stay the night?” He asks, almost seeming shy, a complete contrast to the man between your legs not thirty minutes ago.

Looking up at him and seeing the hope sparkling in his eyes, how could you refuse? And so you nod, letting him lead you into his bedroom where he covers you both with that blanket and pulls you to his side, arms wrapped around you and keeping you safe in his warm cocoon.

Your eyes close, even though you attempt to will them open, but to no avail. His fingers stroking your hair and his gentle kisses against your face soothe you and comfort you in a way you could never have expected. And all you think about is him and you slip into a dreamless sleep.

Where am I?

Your first thought as your eyes open and glance around the familiar room. Images from last night come hot and heavy in your mind, making your cheeks flush. Having crossed that boundary of your friendship, you feel strangely embarrassed, but when you glance over at him, still asleep next to you, all those worries melt away.

You sit up slowly and admire the way he smiles slightly in his sleep, reaching out you touch the indent on his cheek.

The bright morning light of the sunrise streams through the thin, cream curtains and when you check the time, you're surprised to see it's only five thirty. You'd awoken before you needed to but if you were planning on sneaking out it's better to go early, you had a very busy day and a long drive ahead of you.

Easing yourself out of the bed as quietly as you can, you head into the living room to collect your clothes, putting your underwear back on and pulling your dress on over the t-shirt of his you'd worn to sleep in. If you were honest, you wanted to keep it, to have something of his to remind you of this night.

Grabbing your jacket, you fish the sealed envelope out of your pocket and head back into the bedroom. Placing it on his bedside table, looking at his name you'd written so elegantly, it would not soften the blow of the words inside however. Remembering some of the lines you wrote your chest constricts so tight it hurts to breathe, as you think about that last line; I'm sorry, don't hate me.

You risk one last glance at him, so perfect as he lay there. Your throat swells and tears brim in your eyes, threatening to overflow.

The thought of staying crosses your mind, which you knew it would, but you take that as your cue to leave and quietly exit his apartment.

Salty trails run down your cheeks as you make your way down the stairs, heartbreak threatening to consume you.

Why did this choice have to be so hard?

You finally have the opportunity you've wanted for so long, you can start your dream job and have a fresh start in a new place, the only thing that would keep you here lies asleep in the bed you just left.

Leaving the apartment building to face the walk home, you welcome it; time alone to deal with your decisions and the impending fallout you can feel in your gut is coming.

Swiping hard at your tear stained cheeks, feeling frustrated and angry at yourself, your name echoing across the silent morning and stops you in your tracks. Every part of your body is frozen, as you wait to hear it again or if it's simply your imagination playing tricks on you.

Sure enough, it sounds again. Recognising Wooyoung's voice, your stomach plummets as you slowly turn towards the sound.

Swallowing at the sight of him shirtless and barefoot in just some grey sweatpants storming towards you, your feet feel glued to the spot. Apparently your fallout is happening sooner rather than later.

“What the fuck is this?” He asks, lifting your letter in his hands as he stops in front of you. “Are you kidding me, right now?”

His furrowed brow and furious eyes make you feel ashamed, as he stares at you, waiting for an answer. But when you open your mouth to speak, any words you have die in your throat. What can you even say?

“So what, last night meant…nothing to you?” He says, voice breaking at the end and that cuts you deep, knowing you're behind any kind of pain he feels.

“Last night meant everything to me, Wooyo.”

“How, if you're still leaving?” He swipes a hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at you. “You couldn't even tell me to my face, I get this…” he shoves it towards you and glares, his eyes sparkle with emotion he's barely holding in. “I thought we were friends. Best friends.” He pauses, staring at you, vulnerability written all across his face. “I-I love you.”

Your breath hitches in your chest as the world around you seems to stop moving.

You had always hoped he returned your feelings and in some moments felt sure he did but you never knew. You'd waited for this moment for so long, now it was here…

“Do I really mean that little to you?” the hurt that pulls his brows together makes you feel nauseous.

How could he ever think that?

You step towards him, reaching out to grab his arm, needing to feel close to him again and hating the distance between you, both physically and emotionally. “It's because you mean the most to me.” You admit. He doesn't retreat when you step towards him again, bodies almost touching as you look up at him. “I knew if we had this conversation, face to face, I wouldn't want to go anymore.” You reach up and cup his cheek, “don't you get it? You're the only person I would stay here for…”

His eyes soften as he searches yours, lips parted calling you to him but you resist.

“...but this is my dream job. I need to do this, can you understand that?”

He nods, sniffing and trying to compose his emotions. “I wish you'd have told me sooner.”

“I know and I'm so sorry sorry. I'm a coward.” you admit sheepishly.

“Not because of that, but I got offered a job in the same city you're moving to.”

Your heart hammers wildly in your chest, the prospect of being with him not one you had considered up till now. “What?”

“I turned it down, though.”

That crushes your hopes instantly, your heart deflating as he speaks.

“But I could contact them to see if they're still looking for someone.”

This rollercoaster of emotions is almost too much to bear, as your heart soars once more. “Really? You would move there?”

He slides a hand around your waist and pulls you against him, “To be with you, I would move anywhere.”

“Wooyo, I can't ask you to do that.”

“You're not, I'm offering.” he reaches up and tenderly strokes your cheek with his thumb, “I've only just got you, I can't lose you.”

Leaning on your tiptoes you press a soft kiss against his lips, which he eagerly reciprocates.

A heat starts low down inside you, simmering faintly and reminding you of the events last night. He pulls away but keeps you pressed firmly against him, “I'm going to go shower and change and then let me come with you to your new place and help you set up?”

Your chest tightens with a swell of emotion you are not prepared for but you welcome it. “You do realise it's a three hour drive?”

“I don't care, I just want to be with you.”

Burying yourself against his bare chest you agree. He lifts you gently and gives you a kiss full of love and promise.

“You know, I need to shower too and it would really save time to do it at yours,” You start, “besides, saving the planet and all…we should do our best to conserve water.”

His eyes darken and he smirks as he turns, carrying you back to his apartment, giggling as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Then we must do our best to help save the planet, baby.” he says, peppering kisses down your neck with a firm grip on your behind.

Your plans might have changed but the possibilities with him by your side are now endless.

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sweetiesicheng · 9 months ago

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wooyoung - one morning

word count : 606

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"hey. loser."

you feel someone poke your head multiple times, making you finally wake up. you grumble and open your eyes to see wooyoung laying down next to you. he has his head propped up with his hand.

"breakfast?" he asks.

you hum. "yea. do you want me to cook?" you ask him and brush your hair out of your face.

"no no no, i got it," he replies. "i'll make you tea," he says and leans in to kiss you on the lips. "come down when you get up," he says to you as he throws the blanket off of him.

"are you sure you don't want me to cook?" you ask him as he walks to the door and opens it.

"i cook for us all the time! do you doubt me or something?" he immediately asks with a frown.

"alright, whatever you say," you reply while pulling the blanket to ensure that it's around you. you close your eyes. "i'll be down in a bit," you say to wooyoung.

"yea, you're definitely falling back asleep."

"leave me alone."

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"wow, she woke up," wooyoung says as you walk into the kitchen.

"bite me," you grumble as you hug him from behind.

"you'd like that."

you hit his stomach, "wooyoung, you're so—"

"handsome? i know. now sit down and eat something," he says and gets out of your hold. he bumps into you in order to push you toward the table.

you sit down at the table and heavily yawn. wooyoung isn't done cooking everything, so you wait for him to finish. then, you decide to lay your head down on the table.

you accidentally fall asleep, and wooyoung isn't surprised when he turns around. he laughs and puts another plate on the table.

"baby," he calls out and leans in to peck your face. "baby, come on. let's eat something together," he says, gently waking you up this time. "tea?" he asks and drags a mug in front of you.

"thanks," you say and kiss him. wooyoung sits down across from you while you drink your tea. "thank you for cooking."

"of course," he smiles. "hurry and eat. it's gonna get cold," he says to you.

both of you eat breakfast together, enjoying a quiet morning since you're still really tired. wooyoung knows better than to annoy you too much when you're tired.

—

"baby, want to go to ikea?" wooyoung asks as he walks into the living room. he had just finished washing the dishes from breakfast. "y/n, are you—" he stops speaking and chuckles instead.

you're sitting in the couch, but your head is tilted to the side. you have your arms crossed and look like you had been waiting for wooyoung before falling asleep.

"you're really tired today, huh? it's not even that early," wooyoung speaks and crouches down in front of you. "baby, my sleepy baby," he calls.

you wake up again, groaning when you realize that you had fallen asleep again. "sorry woo," you apologize and yawn.

wooyoung shakes his head, "don't worry about it. want another cup of tea? or we could go get coffee from your favorite place?" he offers.

"coffee?" you reply. "we have too many errands to do today."

"let's get ready to leave then, sleepyhead," he says with a smile before standing up, pulling you to stand as well. "try not to fall asleep in ikea. i might just leave you there," he says before kissing you.

"you would never do that," you reply to him as you wrap your arms around him.

"i so would do that," he laughs. "come on, let's go."

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multistanisms · 7 days ago

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Take a Break || Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: Jung Wooyoung x afab!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,031

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of anxiety, depression, sensory overload

SUMMARY: Burnout is coming on hard and fast, and being stuck in a thunderstorm is the worst way to feel everything all at once. Luckily, Wooyoung is there to help remind you it's okay to step away.

TAGLIST: @spookidema, @no1likemybbgcharlie, @gottalovethegeeks

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The work week had drained you to the last shred of your sanity. It had taken every ounce of your energy to go in today, and when you came out to find your car had a dead battery, it was the last straw. You had called your boyfriend in a panic, stranded in a thunderstorm at work. You were sitting in the driver's seat, crying with the downpour. Everything was too much, and all you had left in you were the wrecked sobs escaping your throat as you leaned forward on the steering wheel. The knock on your window startled you, head lifting with a quiet shout to find Wooyoung and Seonghwa at your door. The rain slowed for the moment, but you could see how drenched they already were. You moved to roll the window down, but Wooyoung shook his head.

“Pop the hood,” he instructed softly, giving you a look when you opened your mouth to protest. You withheld the comment and reached to pull the small lever, watching the two men move to the front of your car, the hood opening and blocking your view of them. You took in the familiar Jeep pulled next to your car, listening as the guys hook the cables to your car and then Wooyoung’s Jeep. A fresh wave of tears overtook you and you leaned back in your seat to cry. When the passenger door opened, you did not have it in you to see, but the cold skin of Wooyoung's hand gently touching yours made your eyes open.

“Are you hurt?”

Confusion was plain on your face as you looked at him. “What?”

“Are. You. Hurt?” Wooyoung spoke slower on purpose, giving your mind time to wrap around it.

“N-no. No, I'm okay, Woo,” you promised.

The relieved sigh that escaped Wooyoung made your vision blur with fresh tears, and he leaned to kiss your forehead gently. “Hey, it's okay. I'm right here, you're safe, so I need you to breathe, okay, baby? Breathe with me.” He guided you to breathe, and as your trembling slowed, he rested his forehead on yours. “That's it, just breathe, baby.” He was gentle as you relaxed into his touch, an ache beginning to form in and between your shoulders. A tap on the window made you flinch, but Wooyoung petted his hand over your hair soothingly. You reluctantly pulled away, turning to look at Seonghwa and rolling down the window.

“Try it now,” Seonghwa offered, and you reached to turn the key. When the ignition rolled over and came to life, you let out a mix between a sob and sigh, leaning back in the seat before opening the door to get out and hug Seonghwa.

“Thank you, Hwa. You didn't have to come.”

“I was not about to let Wooyoung drive in this weather when he was panicking,” Seonghwa replied, his fingers petting over your hair like a brother. “I'm just glad you're okay, Y/N. Wooyoung would have lost his mind if you were hurt. I’ll leave you to your boyfriend now, alright?” The sound of the hoods closing caught your attention and you spotted Wooyoung going to put the jumper cable back in its place in his trunk. “Wooyoung, are you okay with getting your darling here home?”

“Yeah. Just let me know when you make it back to the dorm, okay?” Wooyoung forced a hug on the older male before letting Seonghwa get in the Jeep to drive off. When he turned to face you, he caught sight of you shaking your head. “What?”

“You didn't have to-”

Wooyoung cut you off without a thought. “Yes, actually, I did. You called me in the middle of a breakdown, baby. You've been working almost nonstop, you're overwhelmed and need a break. Hongjoong and the others understand that right now, I need to be with you.” He took your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles. “Now get in the car before it starts raining again.” He led you to the passenger side, making sure you were inside before closing the door and going to get into the driver's seat. He turned the heater on, lowering the volume of the radio as he reversed out. He drove to your apartment, one hand reaching to thread his fingers through yours so his thumb could get my caress the back of your hand. Neither of you spoke - Wooyoung to simply give you his presence and you from exhaustion. The warmth of the heater helped with the chill from your soaked clothes, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you reminded yourself that you would have to get the car seats cleaned. Your mind tuned out everything except the gentle brush of Wooyoung's thumb over your skin. Wooyoung had been a safe place for a while now, and you managed to fall asleep against the window as Wooyoung took you home.

You woke with a start at the sound of a door closing, eyes wide as you tried to register your surroundings until your door opened and Wooyoung leaned in. “Hey,”

“Hey yourself, beautiful. Did you sleep okay?” Wooyoung cooed as he unbuckled your seat belt and helped you out of the car. You hummed an assent, clinging to his side as the two of you walked to your door. He used his key to unlock it, both of you removing your shoes before he guided you to the bathroom. “Sit,” He said, softly, but firmly., motioning to the toilet as he opened the curtain of your shower.

“Woo-”

“Please don't argue with me.” Wooyoung half begged, turning brown eyes to you with a pout trying to curl his lips. You watched as he turned on the water, and once he's satisfied with the temperature, he nodded. “Go ahead and get in. I'll get us fresh clothes and join you in a minute.”

Before you could protest, your boyfriend was gone, and you sighed with a fond chuckle. Stripping of your semi-dry clothing, you placed the articles in the sink, intending to put them in the wash after your shower. The contact of the hot water stung as you stepped in, but you adjusted fairly quickly. You stood under the spray, letting the warmth seep into your body. Over the sound of the water, you heard the door open and spotted Wooyoung's silhouette as he brought a stack of clothes in before leaving again. You knew your boyfriend well enough to guess what he was doing and you let him while you focused back on the shower. The door opened again, and this time, Wooyoung gently opened the shower curtain to join you. You stepped forward so he could stand beneath the shower, a low hiss escaping him.

“What did you do?” you asked, leaning into him so you could rest your forehead on his chest away from the water.

“I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about, my love.” he replied, his hands running over your shoulders and back. He reached over to pick up your shampoo and pour some into his hand to wash your hair.

“You took the clothes to the washer, didn't you?”

Wooyoung gently massaged your head as he lathered the shampoo. “I think you shouldn't worry yourself over it,” he countered. “You've had a ridiculous week, you're on the verge of burnout, and we haven't had any time together in like a month. I'm going to take care of you all weekend.”

“You have practice.” You mumbled, trying to make sure no soap got in your mouth as your boyfriend rinsed your hair out.

“It's like three hours, four at most.” Wooyoung replied. “The rest of the time I will be with you.”

“And how are you-”

“Joong and Yunho are going to bring my car tomorrow,” Wooyoung assured. “But you should not be concerned about it right now.” He continued washing your body, making sure to rinse you off properly before going about cleaning himself, keeping you under the water so you stayed warm. When you were both clean, he helped you get out, grabbing a fresh towel to hand to you, wrapping another around his waist. “Now let’s get you dried off and in bed.”

“Wooyoung, really?”

“Yes. I already ordered dinner.” Wooyoung grinned as you gave him a look, reaching over to cup your cheek and lay his lips over yours. “Stop being a brat and let me take care of you,” he teased, and despite wanting to stay agitated, his choice of words made you laugh, leaning into his hand.

“What am I going to do with you?”

Wooyoung continued to grin, leaning to kiss you again. “Love me as I love you, of course. Don’t be silly. Now get dried off and get dressed, I’m going to make you something warm to drink.”

“In a towel?”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it,” Wooyoung winked, and you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Go, you bubble of chaos.”

“I’m your bubble of chaos!” Wooyoung sing-songed as he left the bathroom, the door remaining cracked behind him as you dried off. You slid into the clothes he had brought for you, keeping the towel to run it through your hair as you left the steamed room. Looking down the hall, you spotted Wooyoung working the keurig, two mugs on the counter as he hummed to himself. You leaned against the wall at the end of the hall, just watching him. He quickly felt your eyes on him, looking up and walking over. He pulls you into his arms, hands at the small of your back as he pressed another kiss on your lips. “Get settled, I’ll bring you your drink.”

You didn’t immediately move, instead tucking your face into the crook of his neck as you just held him. “Can we stay in the living room?”

“You want to lay on the chaise?” Wooyoung offered. “I can go move the blankets real quick.”

“I can get them, Woo. You’re working on our drinks,” you offered, kissing his cheek as you pulled away. You can tell he wanted to protest, but he also knew you well enough to know you were feeling at least a little bit better, so he let you gather the blankets he’d pulled out. When you returned from the bedroom, you could see where Wooyoung was switching out the mugs and hitting the button again. You went to the oversized chaise and adjusted the pillows, curling up under a blanket and reaching for the remote as Wooyoung went to get dressed. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Anything you want,” Wooyoung cooed as he brought your mug over, and you were unable to keep the smile from your lips as you noticed he had picked your favorite mug to use. When you took it between your hands and set it on your lap, Wooyoung pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Wooyoung.” You relaxed into the chaise as you sipped from your mug. Wooyoung finished his own drink and joined you, letting you curl into his side. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love,” Wooyoung replied. When the food arrived, he got up and made sure you both ate, putting the leftovers away before he returned to your side. It was an easy, relaxing thing that allowed you to lay down and drape your arm over his waist. “Now you get rest. I’ll be here in the morning.”

“Just like this?” You asked, smiling as his body shook with his laughter.

“Just like this - by your side, loving you.” Wooyoung assured, resting his head gently on your own. “I am at your beck and call all weekend to help you relax and get the rest you desperately need. You need a break.”

You hummed in assent, your eyes feeling heavy as your fingers brush idly over his side. “Just having you here is enough.”

“It’s not enough until you feel better,” Wooyoung countered, fingers petting through your hair. “It’s okay to sleep, my love. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you so much, Jung Wooyoung.”

“Never doubt that I love you more, Y/F/N.”

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coupsie-daisies · 7 months ago

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Kinktober '24: Primal Play/Biting | Jung Wooyoung

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact)

Summary: Wooyoung rented out a cabin for the two of you to live out a fantasy. You couldn't be happier

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: minor elements of cnc (everything is consensual and discussed beforehand), chasing, some fear play, physical aggression from both parties, choking, biting, blood for a split second if you squint, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, spanking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, fingering, some manhandling, scratching, Wooyoung has a dirty mouth, reader is mentioned as being prey, use of the terms 'pet' and 'thing' like once each, praise, degradation, and probably a lot more

A/N: This is kinda filthy and yall are probably gonna eat this up. Please heed the warnings!!! Enjoy!

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts

@brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz

@mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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Your heart was racing so hard it was making your chest ache, blood rushing in your ears as you pressed your back as hard as possible against the corner of the closet you were hiding in. It was pitch black, nothing but the faint sliver of light shining beneath the door from the light Wooyoung had turned on. Your hand was clasped over your mouth to try and stifle the sound of your breathing.

You could hear his footsteps, slow and deliberate as he circled the room. Then it was quiet, and then the light flicked off, and for a moment you really thought that you were home free. Then, just as you were properly letting your guard down, the door to the closet was flung open, and your boyfriend was looming over your frame, his shadow engulfing you in darkness you didn't even know was possible.

"Found you," he said, voice low and sending a jolt of panic through you. You pushed yourself up, bolting to push past him only for his arms to wrap around your waist. You squirmed, shrieking and pushing into his shoulder. He grunted as you managed to jab an elbow into his side, his grip on you loosening enough to squeeze yourself free. You dashed out the door, pulling it shut behind you to gain an extra second and sprinting down the steps, damn near tripping on your way down.

Your eyes scanned the cabin that was laid out in front of you before booking it towards the kitchen. Maybe if you were careful you could find a place to hide outside, maybe he wouldn't think to look there.

You'd thought Wooyoung was insane when he'd suggested renting a remote cabin to live out your wildest fantasies and all your domestic dreams far away from everything, but now with nobody for miles and nothing but your own instincts to protect you from the dark, desperate side of Wooyoung that had taken over.

You took a sharp turn into the kitchen, hissing when your side caught the corner of the counter. And maybe it was that single moment of slowing down, or the way your fingers were fumbling with the lock on the sliding glass door, too hopped up on the adrenaline to function properly, but you didn't manage to get the door open before Wooyoung was running up on you.

One of his palms landed against the glass door by your head, the other curling into your hair and yanking your head back. You looked up at him, eyes wide with that delicious panic that he craved to see in you, and his own dark and dangerous as he drank in your expression.

"You put up such a good fight, didn't you?" He purred, the corner of his lips tugging up into a vicious smirk. You squirmed, trying not to give in to the weight of his body pressing you to the glass. He pulled harder at your hair and you let out a strangled cry as if the pain of it, and the way he let his strength loose like he hardly ever did, wasn't leaving a searing pool of arousal between your thighs. "Bet you wanted me to catch you, hm? Put your pretty holes to use?"

He pressed closer, the cold of the glass stinging even through the fabric of your shirt, and you could feel the outline of his cock, hard and heavy against your thigh. He chuckled, noting the way that you still weren't sold on giving in to him, on letting him get what he wanted, but that was part of the fun, waiting for the switch to flip in your head and watching the way you turned from frantic prey to eager pet for him.

"Woo," You whined out, eyes watering from how hard he was still gripping at your hair. He growled, leaning down to capture your lips with his and taste how sweet his name was on your tongue. You kissed him back, teeth catching his lip hard enough to make him hiss. He brought his free hand up, wrapping it around the front of your throat and giving it a small squeeze. You gasped, and he dove deeper into the kiss.

Your hands found his waist, nails digging into his skin and feeling the way he kissed you harder in return. He pulled away, harshly dragging your shirt off of you while you worked his off in turn, each of you battling each others movements until your upper halves were bare for each other. He dipped down, mouth latching onto your neck and leaving a harsh trail of little marks. When he reached the crook of your neck, he stopped, just dragging his tongue over the spot. His big hands found your waist, pinning you back into the door and keeping you from jolting away from the feeling of the glass no matter how hard your body tried as it adjusted.

You were about to protest, tell him to let you go or get on with it, when his teeth dug into the soft spot where your shoulder met your neck, biting so hard that you were temporarily consumed by the searing pain. You cried out his name, hips grinding towards his and nails leaving nasty red marks down his biceps that he'd surely flaunt later.

He didn't let up right away, biting until you were flinching away properly. When he pulled away, he admired the way his teeth left bright dents against your skin, a couple tiny droplets of blood blooming on your skin. He smirked, latching his mouth over the spot and soothing the pain with his tongue.

"Need you," You insisted, pushing him off by his shoulders and dropping to your knees in front of him. You pulled his pants down, taking his boxers with them. He hastily kicked them out of the way, still focused on the way that you stroked him, spreading the precum he was leaking along his length before sliding your mouth down him with no warning.

He tossed his head back, letting out a guttural groan at the warm wetness of your mouth wrapped around him. He pressed a hand to the back of your head, urging more of himself into your mouth. You gripped at his thighs, looking up at him and easing your mouth open, letting him thrust hungrily into your mouth like he wanted to. You couldn't breathe properly with the way he was filling your throat, drool spilling over your lips and tears pricking your eye with every gag you made around him, but it was just spurring him on.

"Fucking filthy," He said, voice practically a whine as he fucked your face, admiring how absolutely ruined you looked for him, squirming and pushing at his thighs when he held your head down on his cock. He could feel your throat contracting around him, feel you spluttering and gagging and absolutely choking on him. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding you there for a second longer before letting you pull off of him.

You doubled over, coughs wracking your body, but he only gave you a few moments to catch your breath before he was grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet. You stumbled, letting him bend you over the counter to yank your pants and underwear down your thighs. You laid your upper half firm against the counter, feeling yourself drip down your thighs.

You didn't see him kneel down, but then his hands were kneading at your ass, and his mouth was latching over your core. He lapped at you, sucking and slurping so lewdly that you'd probably be mortified if it didn't feel like heaven. You rocked back against his face, aiding him in the way he eagerly smothered himself in you, drinking you in and drowning in your arousal. He drove his tongue deeper into you, coaxing more of your wetness out.

Your moans were flowing out of you without any hesitation now, chants of his name and hoarse, wailing pleas for him to keep going. He pulled away, pushing three fingers into you all at once. Your knees wobbled with the stretch of it and the expert way that he found your gspot, abusing it with his fingertips and biting into one of your ass cheeks, leaving another stinging mark, then several more down your thighs, ignoring the way you twitched and shrieked at the feeling, your entire body burning from the feeling.

Then you were coming on his fingers, drenching him in your juices which he eagerly lapped up as it ran down his wrist. He pulled away and stood up, not bothering to wipe your wetness from his face before lining himself up with your aching cunt. The slide was so easy, the tip of his cock reaching into your tummy and sparking a sort of desire that you couldn't begin to fathom.

"Fuck me," You demanded, already rocking back onto his cock. He reached around you, hand circling your throat again, the tip of his pointer finger guiding your chin back. You obediently arched your back, head tipped so far that you could see the way his dark hair was sticking to his forehead, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat and lips plump and red from working over you.

His thrusts were immediate, deep and fast and making your hands scramble against the counter. He filled you up perfectly, every breath coming out huffed and growly as he fucked into you like a feral animal. His free hand gripped your hip, digging his nails into you and dragging you back into each thrust until he was fucking you like a toy.

Your walls clenched around him, trying to suck him deeper, or slow him down, you weren't sure, and you didn't care. Every move he made sent tingles through you, every ridge of his cock dragging deliciously inside of you and making your head spin.

You were so loud, barely noticing the way you were babbling pure nonsense, but it was music to Wooyoung's ears.

"so fucking tight," He huffed, letting go of your hip to spank you hard, then again, and again until you were trembling under the weight of him. "Look how fucking perfect this pussy is. Made for me to use, my pretty little hole."

You couldn't think with him talking to you like that, and then he was pulling on your waist, dragging you up so your back was pressed into him, every breath tickling your ear. You gasped, feeling him even deeper as he nudged your legs as far apart as he could with your pants still around your knees.

"Wooyoung," You practically screamed, tears freefalling now. He reached up, using his thumb to wipe your tears away before sliding it into your mouth and letting you taste the salt on his skin.

"Go on, cum on my cock." He urged into your ear before dipping lower, biting the back of your shoulder hard again. That was the last push you needed, your entire body melting against him as your orgasm rocked through you. He didn't stop though, continuing to fuck into you hard and fast, groaning loudly at the way you were milking him.

"Too much," You mumbled, squirming underneath him, but he didn't give up, just sliding his hand into your hair and pushing you back down against the cool marble of the kitchen counter. The overstimulation was beginning to burn, slowly stoking the fire inside of you back up.

"Shh, just take it. Gonna take all my cum, right? Let me breed you nice and full like a slut?" He taunted, and you moaned, nodding as well as you could with him holding you down. Your entire body was already starting to ache, but it was a feeling that you craved.

Wooyoung tipped his head back, sweat beading at his hairline and dripping down his face as he chased his release, giving you a few more deep thrusts before he was spilling inside of you. He stayed there, plugging you full of his seed and letting you both catch your breath. He pulled out, and you winced, both at the emptiness and at the feeling of his cum slowly seeping out of you.

You stood up straight on weak legs, stretching your arms over your head. When you turned to look at him, his eyes were still dark, scanning every inch of you, taking in every mark he left on you. You opened your mouth to speak, but his hand came up, landing deceptively gentle around your throat, that self satisfied smirk curling his lips and leaving him looking like the cat that got the cream.

"Oh pretty thing, you don't really think I'm done now, do you?" he asked. His grip tightened, and you let out a stunted gasp as he pulled you closer, dipping to your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you in every room of this house, and you're gonna take it. Isn't that right pet?"

You looked up at him, already aching to have him fuck you again, your heart racing in your chest at the way he looked at you. You nodded slowly.

"Good girl." He whispered, letting go of your throat and stroking your hair before nodding his chin towards the rest of the house. "Now run."

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Beg For It

Pairing: Omega!JWY(atz) x fem reader x Alpha!Chan (skz) Summary: The night you get to officially belong to Wooyoung and his wolf, his pack, is the night he decides to fulfill a fantasy of yours- or maybe it was his: sleeping with your boss, and an ally Alpha, Bangchan WC: 5.3 AU: Werewolf, boyfriend/mate Genre: Supernatural, pwp Warning(s): 18+ rating, mxm, mxfxm, marking, degradation, cum-eating, oral (m & f receiving), rough handling, humiliation kink, mean dom Bangchan, sub!Wooyoung. Dacryphilia. penetration without barriers, overstimulation, Multiple orgasms, slight breeding kink. voyeurism, exhibitionism, guided masturbation, face-fucking, spanking(not reader), clawing, howling(relevant), knotting, just lots of pure filth Nets: @pirateeznet | @mirohs-aurora-society AN: Happy birthday to two loves of my lives! Christopher Bangchan and @adelusionforyourthoughts (and a dear clown as well for a third) This ended up way longer than I thought and this is also unedited (as i rarely edit or proofread my work tho i totally should) thanks to beta's: @bunnliix and @callmeghostly dividers by: @cafekitsune | Banner by me!

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Werewolves were a loosely kept secret. There were a few packs that were public, but for the most part, they were hidden. Which, considering there was still a bit of fear around them, was understandable.

You considered yourself blessed to be dating one however. He wasn’t an Alpha like many young adults day dreamed about, but you loved your little Omega with every fiber of your being. Sure you questioned how much of that was the mate bond thing his wolf had going on, but Wooyoung had always been honest and open with you about everything.

From his wolf side, to his pack, to presenting you with options to leave if you wanted: despite the catastrophic heartbreak it would cause his wolf. He had done everything to make sure you wanted to be with him for him, and that you knew he loved you for you.

The added bonus of the odd way his pack did things was just that… a bonus. They were one of the public packs in the city, probably because their Alpha, Kim Hongjoong, didn’t appear as threatening as one pictures an Alpha. But you’ve felt it before, even as a human, the presence he had in a room.

It reminded you of your boss, the CEO of the small company you worked for: Christopher BangChan. While it was speculation among your coworkers, as you worked under his second-in-command Lee Minho, nothing had ever been confirmed. Minho himself didn’t like the others talking about it, which still happened a lot considering the nature of your work: advertising and research for werewolf and human products alike. Minho and your department was pretty much the HR, so gossip always found it’s way to the small office the six of you shared.

You wondered idly what your coworkers would say now that you could confirm that yes, BangChan was a werewolf.

“Did he catch your eye baby?” Wooyoung hummed against your ear, his arm loosely wrapped around your waist and playing with the golden body chain that hung there. He had picked out your whole outfit for the night. From the dark blue shimmering dress, to the golden starry accents around your waist, ankle, and neck. His Alpha was hosting a local meeting for the other packs, and this was the first you were allowed to go to. There were other humans here, all for the same purpose as you: to be welcomed into the packs.

It was a full moon, the start of their “breeding” season as Wooyoung had called it, and tonight he was going to officially mark you as his mate. There was no going back from this, you would be tied to him until you died, and even then… in every life after this. It was romantic to say the least, and you had mulled it over for awhile.

You couldn’t deny it felt right, a smile playing on your lips as you leaned into him. “He’s my Boss.” You pointed next to him to the man staring at you with an unreadable expression. “Though I work with him more. He’s part of Chan’s board. In fact… everyone he brought today is.” You knew the other six easily, some of them saying hello.

But Chan was the one that had your attention and Wooyoung knew it. “You mean the boss you used to comment on how hot he is? The one your coworker and you talk about in a not so work-related way?” Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you tore your eyes off Chan to glance up at your boyfriend. “You know about that?” He grinned playfully. “Mhmm, I do. Chan does too ya know.” Oh you were fucked. Wooyoung loved to tease you, but now that you know Chan’s secret… Who is to say he won’t tease you as well? From the interactions you’ve had with him, you knew he was playful and flirty. He’d laugh off the allegations made by the others about being a wolf and turn it into flirting.

While the panic had you reeling, Wooyoung was already dragging you across the room towards Chan. You wished you could run, but the room was full of wolves that could smell your panic, and the lodge you all were in was hours from the city.

Hongjoong’s hunting lodge in the mountains definitely was the perfect place to hold a wolf meeting- but wasn’t such a good idea for your fragile human self who was currently watching your career go up in flames in your mind’s eye. “Chan! I wanted to introduce you to my mate!” Wooyoung pulled you tight against his side, pressing a kiss against your burning cheek before attempting innocent boba eyes at the Alpha. That was a sign he was up to now good. “I didn’t realize you were spoken for.” Chan showed his easygoing, flirty smirk as he shook your hand due to Wooyoung just plopping it in the man’s own awaiting one. “I don’t think I have to worry about you telling the company about what I am?| “I- uh- yeah. No need to worry about that Sir.” It was an effort to pull your hand from his simply because he wasn’t letting go, so you resigned to your fate.

He swung your joined hands between you both, turning to Wooyoung. “Is this the surprise you told me about? Binnie insisted I make no other plans.” Wooyoung giggled in your ear, grin turning mischievous. “My Alpha wants us to get along well, what better sign of trust than that.” Tearing your eyes away from the veins on Chan’s hand, you turned in Wooyoung’s arm. “What are you planning? Woo-” He shut you up with a quick kiss.

“We’ll talk later.” Chan hummed out, containing his own laughter as he dropped his hand, running it over your bare back between your shoulders as he passed. It felt like a promise- one very similar to the one Wooyoung was promising as he deepened the kiss.

However, you weren't the one he talked to. The festivities kept Chan busy until Hongjoong announced to the wolves that the packs would head out for a ritual hunt, the same peacekeeping one they do yearly. Not all would head out though, as those who brought their mates were dismissed to partake in a different, more intimate ritual.

Like that you were taken upstairs, Wooyoung fucking full of his cum while he literally took a small bite of your flesh and ate it, just as he had you do with his. It almost ruined the mood for you, if you hadn't been preparing for it for weeks now.

“Will yours scar?” You mused out, finger running under the missing bite of flesh on his chest, over his heart. He had cut it off himself, insisting only the closest flesh to his heart would do for you. Though he had taken a literal bite out of the curve of your breast, and you knew yours would scar.

“If I want it to.” He laid on his side next to you, watching your hand but occasionally glancing at the door. “There is one other ritual I wanted to do tonight, my moon.”

You hummed in response, urging him to continue but you had a feeling you knew where this was going. He was anxious, and with the newly formed bond you could feel it almost as if it was your own anxiety.

He still hesitated before continuing “I've invited Chan to share this night with you, as a gift. Both to him, to you, and to myself.”

Your fingers halted their lazy movements, lifting your gaze to his face. “Why didn't you ask me beforehand?” He's already fucked you- twice- and his seed was leaking out of you and sticking to your thighs that were quite marked up already. You had no qualms about being shared or that it would be with Chan but… you were human, would you physically be able to handle an Alpha after Wooyoung has spent the better of an hour wearing your body down in the most pleasurable ways he enjoys?

He didn’t have a chance to answer, someone knocking on the door before stepping in. Chan was shirtless now, several gashes and bruises on his body from the hunt no doubt. Alpha’s will let new packmates chase them to test their metal; Chan probably had a few promising wolves in his pack now.

Whether it was from the hunt, or the precarious position you were in, you could see his eyes were that of his wolf’s: bright and vibrant and primal. When they landed on you, your body tensed up, alarms telling you that you should run.

“Chan! How was the hu-”

“Quiet.” He snarled out, upper lip pulled back to reveal his canines. Wooyoung whimpered and did what he was told, imitating a dog with his ears flat on his head. You knew that look, he always wore it when one of the Alpha’s gave him an order he couldn’t refuse.

Frowning, you pushed yourself up on your elbows. “I’d rather you not use that tone on my mate when you interrupted our conversation!” Alpha or not- desire put aside as well- you never liked when someone forced Wooyoung to obey. Yes it was fun and enjoyable to boss him around, to push him and tame him like the brat he could be, but you didn’t like taking the free will out of it.

Chan tilted his head with curiosity as he locked the door behind him. “Don’t worry Angel, we talked about it. But if it makes you uncomfortable then I will refrain from using my wolf to command him.” His tone was much softer speaking to you than he had that one word. The stark contrast was dizzying but you didn’t dislike it.

Still, you glanced at Wooyoung for confirmation. “I… told him what I wanted” he rasped out once he could speak again, now sitting up next to you.

Relaxing at his admission, you nodded before returning your attention to Chan. It wasn’t lost on you that he had said what he wanted. “Can I have a safe word?” “We can use the color system. Since he hasn’t explained anything to you, which really, that’s more pathetic than I thought pup-” His tone had a hard edge when he addressed Wooyoung, but once more the edge was gone when he spoke to you “- he wants me to show you how much better you could have it. It’s almost disgusting that he doesn’t have a single possessive bone in his body. No wonder he’s an omega.” Your eyes widened as your legs were forced open, mess of a pussy on display for him. Chan was a respectful man, you knew that even as he was flirting with you long before he knew you had a boyfriend… so this was entirely new to you. The way he was purposely disrespecting, humiliating your mate was more shocking than finding out he really was a wolf.

Wooyoung’s hard cock was a testament to how much he was enjoying this though. Oh, you had no idea he liked it this much. You’ve dabbled in it with him, but you also loved him too much to say anything harsh and humiliating.

He wanted to be a cuckold. Wanted to watch you get fucked by “better” men, better wolves, and feel pathetic and inadequate- just to have the knowledge that at the end of the day he was your mate, he was the one who had your heart.

It was exhilarating. “So an Alpha can fuck me better?” You could definitely play into it.

Wooyoung’s whine, paired with Chan’s breath fanning against your nether lips, had you clenching around nothing. The alpha smirked up at you, nails digging into your flesh and drawing small droplets of blood in the process. “‘Course Angel, and I’ll prove it.”

He was licking you clean the next second; tongue pushing deep to scoop out as much of Wooyoung’s cum as he could. His nose pressed against your clit, expertly rubbing against it to leave you gasping and panting from the onslaught of sensations. Gripping the sheets beneath you, your head lulled back with a contented sigh as you relaxed fully into this.

“S-she likes- ah!” Wooyoung’s question was interrupted by his own cry, the reason being Chan’s claw squeezing his cock harshly. The way Wooyoung’s thighs trembled gave way just how much he enjoyed the pain. “I didn’t ask for you’re worthless opinion. If you could satisfy her in the first place, she wouldn’t be so pliant for my tongue now would she?” Chan growled out against your slick folds, the vibrations of his deep voice hitting you deep. His wolf was still very much present, bringing up your earlier concerns. Licking your lips and trying to catch your breath, you reached down to card your fingers through his tousled brown hair. “C-Channie? I- oh!”

He cut you off with a harsh smack to your clit. “That’s not what I want you to call me tonight Angel.” With a soft nod, you corrected your mistake. “S-Sir, this is about my pleasure too isn’t it?” He seemed to soften a bit at that, lapping around your cunt to clean up more of the dried cum there. “Your pleasure is my top priority. How else am I going to prove how poorly of a job he does taking care of you?” He mused out, predator gaze still a bit soft as he stared up at you from between your legs.

Wooyoung whimpered again, ready to protest but his cock was slapped by Chan before he got the chance. The sight had you dripping onto Chan’s tongue. When you didn’t continue, just stared at where your mate had been slapped, Chan prompted “You like watching me hurt him?”

You nodded without hesitation. “He likes it. W-want to see him all marked up and ruined. Just as much as you’ll ruin me. P-please Sir?” Chan chuckled at your pleading, lifting his mouth and instead pushing two fingers into your sobbing cunt as he sat up straighter. “Want me to manhandle him? Treat him like a toy who’s only good is to be fucked?” He reached out and cupped Wooyoung’s chin. “This pretty mouth, or that little ass of his?” “Mouth.” You said the same time Wooyoung did, the latter receiving a harsh slap to his cheek.

“I wasn’t asking you bitch.” You whined this time, shaking your head. “Different word Sir.”

Chan nodded in understanding, curling his fingers inside you as if to reward you. “Angel is too soft and sweet on a pathetic and useless thing like you. A chew toy that won’t last the season.” He paused, glancing at you to see if you approved, then grinned maliciously at Wooyoung when you just moaned in response. “A chew toy. Fuck toy. Going to rip you to pieces as I use you. Mmm Angel likes that.”

With his fingers pumping into you at a growing pace it was hard to hide your body’s reactions to their words. It was also hard to keep your eyes on them, slipping off your elbows but keeping your head tilted to watch.

“I’ll be a good toy-” Another slap to the cheek, Wooyoung’s cock jumping and leaking in reaction. His own hands were digging into his thighs, small droplets of blood running down the tanned flesh.

He looked as fucked out as you felt, and he had only been hurt and humiliated.

“I’ll see if you can be good at anything, stupid toy. Take off my pants. Angel wants a show, she’ll get one.” Chan turned his attention back to you, grin softening but still cocky, almost arrogant.

With a twist of his fingers, his thumb pressing down on your clit, he was now assaulting your sweet spots as he turned just enough for Wooyoung to do what he was asked.

Through a pleasure-filled haze you watched your mate fumble with the Alpha’s jeans, groaning in frustration as he finally popped a button open. But he seemed to be taking too long, Chan grabbing a fistful of his dual hair and forcing his head back to look at him. “Can’t you even do this right?” Wooyoung opened his mouth to respond, just to moan out as Chan yanked his head back even further. Drool pooled at the side of his mouth, and he looked absolutely gorgeous like this.

The humiliation seemed to spur him on, his fingers making faster work of Chan’s pants while it became harder to bite back your own sounds; though those just seemed to encourage them both.

Your climax was quickly approaching, hips bucking up to meet his fingers to chase the building high. It already felt too much after everything Wooyoung had done, your human body lacking the stamina these two wolves no doubt had.

“G-gonna cum-” You whined out, looking down your nose at them just in time to see Chan’s cock pop out of his underwear and slap against Wooyoung’s cheek. He was big, the shock mixing with the ecstasy as his fingers pushed you over the edge.

Chan chuckled, removing his thumb from your clit but his two fingers still leisurely rubbing against the soft spot of your inner walls to keep your high going.

The overstimulation became painful quickly, your body writhing as you breathlessly pleaded “no more”. Chan pulled his fingers away and brought them to his lips, licking them clean while he forced Wooyoung’s head back at an awkward angle to watch. “Fuck she tastes divine. Fitting of an Angel.”

You both whined, Wooyoung being yanked forward to haphazardly lean into Chan’s hips, cheek pressed up against his cock. The two of you made eye contact, some concern must have shown in yours because his lips widened into a pleased reassuring grin.

Relaxing, you melded into the bed more as your limbs trembled from the aftershocks of the orgasm, trying to find your breath once more. You knew this wasn’t over, but you were thankful for the moment of reprieve, listening instead to the two wolves.

“Open up~” Chan’s voice was dripping with fake sweetness, the sound of Wooyoung gagging a moment later adding to the cotton in your mind.

You wanted to watch, to lift your head and see your lover struggle to take the thick cock into his mouth. Would it bulge out his throat? Would it make him cry? The anticipation was enough to have you pushing yourself up, still panting, just to watch.

Wooyoung did indeed have tears in his eyes, his hair pulled tightly back by Chan’s grip; you wouldn’t be surprised if his scalp was red from the force. The entirety of Chan’s cock had disappeared into Wooyoung’s mouth, his curved nose pressed against the man’s trimmed pubes, his drool covering his chin and Chan’s balls. Still Wooyoung looked up at the man, the bright yellow flecks a sign his wolf was present, while Chan’s head was thrown back and he was panting.

Your mate must have done something as the next second Chan let out such a low animalistic growl before he was fucking his mouth with an intensity you swore was inhumanly possible.

He was gritting his teeth as he held his head still, hips bucking into him to shove his full length into him again and again, the harsh slap of skin on skin reverberating in the room. Tears were freely streaming down Wooyoung’s reddened cheeks now while he gagged and drooled around the member getting shoved roughly into his mouth.

You could never fuck him like this. You could never give him this- but he clearly loved it. Seconds turned to minutes, the bed shaking with the force as you managed to recover from your previous orgasm and were now eager for another. Chan didn’t seem like he was going to stop, continuing to growl and let out pure animalistic sounds that had arousal leaking from your cunt. “Angel likes this so much, her scent is driving me crazy. Can’t wait until I’m fucking that sweet cunt. Get it molded perfectly to my cock so your pathetic excuse of one would never be enough again. She’ll come begging for me to fuck her- to breed her- because you failed so miserably.”

Wooyoung moaned in response, his hands tearing at the blanket as his cock swung uselessly between his thighs and up against his abdomen with how harsh his body took each thrust.

“I’ll fuck her just like this. Abuse her pretty cunt like I am your throat. Mmm fuck, you’re leaking so much. Tears, drool, pre-cum. Don’t tell me you’re going to cum without being touched? Without being told?” Chan chuckled darkly, grinning to show off a dimple and fang as he locked eyes with Wooyoung who was so pliant in his hands. “Fucking pathetic. Angel- do you think he deserves to cum?” He turned to you, tone soft but still tight with his own impending climax. Wooyoung glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes, pleading with you.

You were so soft on him. Besides, how can you deny him when he looked so damned good getting ruined like this? “Wanna see if he can cum without being touched. But you should cum first Sir- not fair that toys finish first.” Chan’s smirk widened, a raspy laugh leaving him. “Angel is so sweet on you. Fine, make your Alpha cum first. Don’t disappoint.” Wooyoung grabbed Chan’s thighs then, a fiery look in his eyes as he started pushing himself down on Chan’s cock- well as much as his physical limitations allowed him. His eagerness was awarded though, Chan growing more vocal as his head fell back. Words alluded him as he just fucked the other wolf, animalistic whines and soft howls falling from his lips.

When he did cum, he made a sound you could never forget. A howl that shook the room, his hands holding Wooyoung against his pelvis as he shot his cum down his throat and gave him no choice in the matter. Wooyoung’s own sounds were garbled, but you got to watch his cock spurt his seed onto the blankets beneath him.

The sight of them left you reeling, your whole body hot and eager as pleasure coursed through you. You wondered if you were feeling remnants of Wooyoung’s own climax through your newly formed bond, though it wasn’t enough pleasure to get you off, just edge you a bit. It distracted you enough that you weren’t aware the two had pulled apart until you felt a hand sliding up the side of your calf. Chan was crawling towards you, now completely nude, with Wooyoung lapping at his cum on the bed behind him. A bit confused, you glanced at Chan for an explanation. “I can explain that later Angel, but we can take a moment before continuing?” He must have caught on to how exhausted you had been feeling. Truthfully if he had asked moments ago, you would have agreed, but after what you just saw? There was no way you could sit still.

Shaking your head you reached for him. “I want to continue.”

Chan brought your hand to his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist before nodding. “And how do you want to continue?”

You thought over your options for a moment, gaze constantly flickering to your pathetic boyfriend you adored, and settled on one. “I want to hear him beg for you to fuck me. For you to mark me up and make me cry with how good you make me feel. All while he just gets his hand. If he really wants me to feel good, he’ll beg for you to take care of me.” Wooyoung looked up at you with wide eyes and puffy lips. He wasn’t crying anymore, but you could tell he liked the idea. You knew that he caught on to what you were doing too. You wanted to give him his fantasy, and if this was it, so be it.

He just had to beg for it.

He attempted to hide the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips, dashing it away the second Chan looked over at him, instead batting his lashes almost innocently. There was nothing innocent about him, or this situation, which just had his cute head tilt seeming even more sinful. “I should beg for it?” There was the brat in him.

Chan sighed dramatically, turning back towards you and pressing a kiss to your knee. “You would think he would have learned his lesson by now right?” With a nod, you watched Chan slip back over to Wooyoung and grasp his throat with lightning fast reflexes. Wooyoung had the gall to act shocked, but his cock was already twitching back to life. “You’re going to deny your sweet, beautiful mate, pleasure? You’re going to tell her no?”

Wooyoung made an effort to swallow with the hand around his throat, glancing back over at you just to have his gaze ripped away by Chan. “N-No, won’t deny her.” That malicious smirk was back as Chan now forced him to look at you, his thick lip brushing against the shell of Wooyoung’s ear. “Beg for it. She wants to hear you. If you’re going to say anything it’s going to be exactly as your mate wants right?”

When Wooyoung nodded, Chan squeezed for a split second before dropping him, nudging his chin in your direction as a single towards him. “Beg.” Wooyoung whined and bent forward onto his hands and knees. “Please- I’m not worthy of fucking you. I’m not good enough, baby. Want to watch you get fucked dumb by the better man. Alpha’s do it so much better anyways.” There was the tiniest hint of sarcasm in his tone, but it was overshadowed by desperation.

You couldn’t help but squirm a bit, glancing at Chan. “Mm you heard him- fuck me better than he can Sir.” Chan grinned as he climbed between your legs, manhandling you into a position that allowed Wooyoung to see everything. You had enough time to rest, your nerves no longer on a fiery edge and while exhaustion still threatened to take over, your desire outweighed it. “Gladly Angel.” He was quick to position himself, swollen cockhead rubbing against your slick folds then pressing in.

Laying flat on your back you could do nothing but take his full length as he thrust in, a moan escaping you as he most definitely stretched you out more than your mate did. “F-fuck-” Chan chuckled, gripping you by the back of your thighs and pushing them up so your knees were parallel with your shoulders. “Not used to such a big cock? His is rather pathetic isn’t it?”

You nodded in agreement, glancing over at Wooyoung. “He should be stroking that pathetic excuse of a dick to your own strokes- though I don’t think he’ll last as long as you.” In the back of your mind you made a mental note to reassure Wooyoung later. Even if he was enjoying this, which he most definitely was, you had some budding guilt at insulting your chosen like this.

Wooyoung wrapped his hand around the cock in question when Chan sent a harsh glare in his direction. He opened his mouth to speak but shut up with Chan growling at him.

“Toys don’t speak, not unless you’re going to beg and plead.” He snapped his hips up into you for emphasis.

“Please fuck her. Mark her up. Ruin her for me.” The pleas began to fall from Wooyoung’s lips without an ounce of shame, getting filthier as Chan started up a relentless pace without warning. Your hands gripped the mattress above you, trying to hold still as your whole body bounced with each thrust.

Chan was pure raw feral power. His nails digging into your flesh, hips slamming into yours with such force your ass was stinging. It was different from Wooyoung, better in its own right. It lacked the love and connection that he gave, but Wooyoung also couldn’t manhandle you like this. Couldn’t have you crying out and gasping for breath as your pussy was abused.

“Fuck just like that. Fucking her so good. Marking her so pretty.” Wooyoung was fucking into his hand at the same pace Chan was slamming into you, the same pleas tumbling from his lips.

It just drove both you and Chan further with desire. “You like this don’t you Angel? Like how harsh I’m fucking you? Want me to breed you? Fill you with pups?” Chan growled out, words more animalistic than human. He cursed out more incoherent growls when your walls clenched down around him, cumming unexpectedly from his promises. “She wants it.”

“Fuck- my Moon-” You barely registered Wooyoung’s whiney voice, not with the way Chan was fucking you through your orgasm into such a fucked out state your mind was too much of a haze to process much. Your own bubbling mess of sounds didn’t even register to your own ears.

Wooyoung whined out more. “You want him to breed you? Am I too pathetic for it?” He was close, you could tell from the way his words pitched at the end.

Unable to get a word out, you just nodded, just to be flipped onto your stomach and hips lifted up. The cry you let out echoed through the room, hands pulling at the sheets to try and still your body but the bed was shaking just as much as you were.

How Chan managed to go even harder now, one hand gripping your shoulder in a painful grip to hold you still, was beyond you. Tears streamed down your face from the intense pleasure and pain that coursed through your body with each thrust of his. Too fucked dumb to even register what words you were speaking, or if it were even eligible sounds at all.

“I can’t deny you what you want. Such a sweet Angel deserves the best.” Chan didn’t even sound human behind you, vaguely his cock no longer felt it either. Thicker, a point hitting deep inside you that was pushing you more and more to the edge again. How you could manage another climax was beyond you, but it hit once more without warning.

You could hear Wooyoung’s own cry of pleasure as Chan’s coated the inside of your walls, breeding you thoroughly with a howl of his own. Forcing your eyes open, you could see your lover hunched over himself, cum staining the sheets beneath him, but his eyes were on yours. With Chan suddenly stopping with his release, you reached for your mate and he took your hand in his.

“My Moon.” Breathless he leaned down and kissed the back of your hand, reaching to wipe away the tears from your eyes. “A mess of tears and drool, so fucked out you’re barely aware of it. How does it feel to be knotted by an Alpha?” The whine you let out was met with a chuckle from them both.

“Are you sure she’ll be fine?” Chan rasped out, still sounding rather gruff as his hands rubbed up your sides. Your body felt sore, muscles aching from the constant pounding and the orgasms you were given. You tried to lay down, but Chan quickly followed, still stuck inside you.

“Oh-” You finally registered Wooyoung’s words: Chan was knotted inside you. However, you were too exhausted to care.

Wooyoung glanced at the Alpha behind you with a silent question, suddenly moving a second later to lay next to you, even if that meant he was laying in his own cum. You were now on your side, Chan behind you and stuck, with Wooyoung mirroring your position and pressing his forehead against yours.

He was still holding your hand, the only reassurance that everything was indeed alright. It was the only thing you needed before passing out.

Talking can wait for the morning.

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~11:39pm

warning(s): mentions of being high and the side effects of being high, a suggestive line or two if you squint

In hindsight, expecting Wooyoung to follow instructions was your first mistake.

At least that’s what Hongjoong said when you called him, desperate for advice.

“Just be there for him until he comes down from the high,” Hongjoong said, his voice muffled by the sounds of the party he’d stepped out of to take your call. You waited, hoping he’d have more to offer than just that.

“Joong, he thought he was sinking into the mattress for half an hour, and now he’s freaking out because he has a case of cottonmouth that’s— in his words—‘so extreme he can’t breathe.’ What do I do?”

“Give him a gallon of water and some cuddles or something. He’ll be knocked out in no time,” he replied, unfiltered as always. “Listen, my set’s starting soon, so I have to go. If he gets worse, take him to the hospital or something. He’s got good insurance.”

With that, the call ended, leaving you just as helpless as before. You knew that later on, when both of you were much less high, you’d realize everything had been perfectly fine. Sure, Wooyoung had taken twenty milligrams for his first high instead of the five he’d been told to take, which was a bit much, but he’d be okay by morning. Right now though, in your current state of mild panic, it felt like him experiencing one more side effect would send you spiraling.

“Baby?”

You turned towards the balcony door to see Wooyoung peeking out, a small frown on his face as he shuffled over to you.

“What happened to our cuddle session?” he asked, throwing his arms around you and lifting you just enough to carry you back inside. “I waited for an hour, and you weren’t back. I was starting to get worried.”

“First of all, it’s only been ten minutes at most,” you corrected, wriggling free from his arms once you reached your bedroom. “Second, when I tried to cuddle you, you thought our combined weights would make us sink into the mattress faster.”

“Oh… Wait, I’m the one who stopped the cuddle session? That doesn’t even sound right, so I kinda have to assume you’re lying.”

“I’m not—”

You caught yourself, deciding there was no use. Wooyoung was too stubborn while sober to admit he’d ever stop any affection with you—better yet while high and you were picking and choosing your battles tonight.

“Yeah, you’re right. That does sound crazy, Woo,” you replied, watching him as he made his way over to your vanity.

“By the way,” he started, motioning for you to join him, “I drank the rest of the bottled water in your stash under the bed. But more importantly, I was looking at your makeup.”

“That water was supposed to last me until next week—”

“Again, more importantly, I was looking at your makeup and thought it would be fun if you did my makeup.”

You opened your mouth to speak, then shut it again, taken aback by his request. It wasn’t surprising he wanted to look pretty no matter his state of mind, but still, it was random considering the last thing he’d said before you went outside to call his best friend was how he didn’t feel real and thought the person running his “simulation” hated him.

“You want me to do your makeup?”

“Yes.”

“At almost midnight?”

“Also yes.”

“Is it because you want your makeup done or because you want to hold me without feeling like you’re sinking into the abyss?”

“Both.”

You sighed, pulling your desk chair over to the vanity and motioning for him to sit down. Even though you were ready to sleep, it was hard to resist the way he looked up at you, his bloodshot eyes still brimming with affection. Wooyoung had this way of looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and you could never stay annoyed when he looked at you like that.

“Okay, so what look are we—”

“Aren’t you gonna sit down?” he interrupted, patting his lap as he waited for you to take your usual spot.

“It’d be easier to reach the makeup if I just stand up, Woo. Besides—”

But before you could finish, Wooyoung pulled you down, guiding you to straddle him. His goofy smile grew wider as you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t act like you don’t like being on top of me,” he teased, his hands resting in your hips.

You chuckled, playfully smacking his arm before grabbing a foundation brush. “Behave. Now hold still.”

As you started dabbing foundation onto his face, Wooyoung’s hands moved up to your waist, tracing light, lazy circles that made it nearly impossible to focus. You bit back a smile, hoping he didn’t notice the way your cheeks flushed.

“You’re so gentle,” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as you blended the foundation. “Feels nice.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you moved to grab the concealer. “Stay still, or I’ll mess up.”

Wooyoung pouted but obliged, though his hands continued their light movements. “It’s hard when you’re so close,” he mumbled, his gaze lingering on your face.

You shook your head, smiling as you started patting the concealer under his eyes. “Yeah, ok pretty boy. Now close your eyes.

He obeyed, his long lashes brushing against his cheeks as he relaxed into your touch. You took your time, perfecting the base as he hummed contentedly, entranced by the feeling of your fingers against his skin.

“Wow, I can already tell I look amazing,” he said, cracking one eye open to see your reaction.

“Patience, diva,” you laughed, reaching for an eyeshadow palette. “Let me work my magic.”

He watched as you carefully selected a soft pink shade and began sweeping it across his eyelids. Every few seconds, Wooyoung would open his eyes a bit to peek at you and every time he’d break into a smile, watching you with a look so full of adoration it made your heart ache.

“You’re so good at this,” he said softly, his voice taking on a rare, serious tone. “It’s like… I don’t know. You make everything feel like art.”

You paused, warmth spreading through you at his unexpected compliment. “You’re making me blush, Woo.”

“Good,” he replied, his thumb tracing small circles on your back. “You should know how amazing you are.”

Trying to keep your composure, you moved on to his eyeliner. His eyes sparkled as you carefully lined them, and you couldn’t help but admire the way the makeup made his already striking features stand out. You brushed a bit of highlighter onto his cheekbones, and he closed his eyes, soaking in the attention like he wasn’t used to it by now. Still though, there was something so nice about being with someone who treated every intimate moment with you as if it were the first.

Once you finished, you leaned back, admiring your work. “There. You’re all done, Woo.”

He glanced in the mirror, his mouth dropping in playful awe. “I look like a whole new person! No… a prettier version of myself. You’re incredible, babe.”

You laughed, brushing back a stray lock of hair from his face. “You’re gorgeous with or without makeup. I just brought out what was already there.”

For a moment, you both stayed silent, just looking at each other. His hands found yours, and he pulled you even closer, his fingers threading through your hair as he let out a soft, contented sigh.

“You know I love you, right?” he murmured, his voice quieter than it had been all night.

Your heart skipped a beat as you leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. “Yeah… I love you too, Woo.”

A soft smile spread across his face, his eyes beginning to droop as the high was just starting to wear off. You felt him growing heavier, his hands resting in your lap as he started to drift off. His head leaned against your shoulder, his breathing evening out as sleep began to take over.

You could’ve moved, or nudged him towards the bed, but instead, you stayed right where you were, feeling the gentle weight of him against you. You watched his face relax as he slipped into sleep, his makeup still perfectly in place, highlighting his beauty even in his unconscious state.

In that moment, with his heartbeat steady against yours, you realized you were falling for him even more. If that was even possible.

On a not so unrelated note, you now had to tell Hongjoong he couldn’t have been more right if he tried.

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mingiatz · 3 months ago

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Summary: What happens when relentless teasing turns into something more? Sophie and Wooyoung have spent years bickering and pushing each other’s buttons, but when feelings get involved, their dynamic shifts in a way one of them definitley didn't expected.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Sophie (OC)

Tropes: Somewhat Enemies- to -Lovers

Genre: RomCom, Drama & Angst, Push-and-Pull Tension, Flirty Banter Turned Romantic, Slow Burn with Explosive Chemistry

Featuring: Ateez, Emilia, Hana, Harin and Noah (Previous Fanfics), OCs

This Series will have multiple Chapters with around 2000 words. I hope you like it. Please be kind this is my first Fanfiction and English is not my first language. (I am open for constructive criticism). I will try to upload a chapter everyday.

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Epilogue

Wooyoung’s POV

Dating Sophie was the best decision of my life.

Because now, not only did we still have our iconic banter, but now it was flirty banter.

And the best part?

She flirted back.

Like right now—

She was sitting across from me at a café, her arms crossed as she stared me down.

I had just stolen a fry from her plate, and instead of yelling at me like she used to, she just… smirked.

“You’re really cute when you think you’re getting away with things,” she said, tilting her head.

I blinked.

Oh.

Oh, she was playing with me now.

I grinned, leaning forward. “Am I cute enough to get a kiss?”

She pretended to think about it, tapping her chin. “Hmm. Maybe.”

I gasped dramatically. “Maybe? I’m your boyfriend, you have to kiss me.”

Sophie shrugged. “I don’t have to do anything.”

I squinted. “You’re evil.”

She grinned. “And you love it.”

Damn it. She was right.

Sophie’s POV – A New Chapter

As much as I loved being with Wooyoung, I knew that working with him wasn’t going to work anymore.

So, I had made a big decision.

I had left my job at KQ and took a position at a management agency for actors.

It was a more stable job, with more structured hours, and—most importantly—it allowed me to keep my sanity.

Because let’s be real.

Working with my boyfriend would’ve been impossible.

Ateez’s POV

“Okay, I’m happy for them,” Hongjoong said, rubbing his temples.

“But?” Yeosang prompted.

Hongjoong sighed. “But they’re so disgustingly in love.”

San groaned. “I can’t take it anymore. They won’t stop flirting.”

Mingi nodded aggressively. “Bro, they were making out in the hallway yesterday.”

Yunho shuddered. “I think I preferred when they were enemies.”

Jongho crossed his arms. “At least when they were fighting, they weren’t shoving their love in our faces.”

Just then, Wooyoung and Sophie walked in, giggling like teenagers.

Wooyoung slung an arm around Sophie’s shoulders. “Hey, losers.”

Sophie smirked. “Miss us?”

San stared blankly. “No.”

Mingi scowled. “Get out.”

Wooyoung just grinned, pulling Sophie closer. “You’re all just jealous.”

Yeosang sighed. “Yeah. That’s definitely it.”

Despite their complaints, they were all happy for us.

Annoyed? Yes.

But still happy.

Sophie’s POV

If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be happily in love with Jung Wooyoung, spending my vacation with him on Jeju Island, I would have laughed in their face.

But here I was.

Lying on a beach towel, soaking up the sun, with my ridiculously affectionate boyfriend beside me.

Wooyoung was lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, staring at me instead of the ocean.

I squinted at him. “Do you ever stop looking at me?”

He grinned. “Nope.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re obsessed.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping onto his back. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is when you keep distracting me from my tan.”

He sat up immediately. “I can help with that.”

Before I could protest, he leaned over and pressed a slow kiss to my shoulder, trailing his lips down to my collarbone.

I shivered, smacking his arm. “Wooyoung, we’re in public.”

He pouted. “But we’re on vacation.”

“You’re impossible,” I muttered, shaking my head.

He just smirked, throwing an arm around me and pulling me into his side. “Yeah, but you love me.”

I tried to act indifferent, but my lips twitched.

“…Maybe.”

Wooyoung’s POV

Life was good.

I had Sophie.

I had Jeju Island.

I had two weeks of doing absolutely nothing except loving my girlfriend.

And best of all?

Atiny knew about us—and they were supportive.

After months of speculation, we had finally made it public with a simple, unbothered post:

A photo of me and Sophie on a date, captioned: “Not a secret anymore 😉”

And honestly?

It was the best decision ever.

Because now, I didn’t have to hide anything.

I could hold her hand in public.

I could post about her whenever I wanted.

I could kiss her whenever I felt like it (which was often).

And right now?

I felt like kissing her again.

So I did.

Sophie’s POV

As the sun began to set over the ocean, Wooyoung and I sat on a quiet cliffside, watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange.

He intertwined our fingers, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

“You know,” he murmured, “I always knew I’d get you.”

I laughed, nudging him. “Cocky much?”

He smirked. “Always.”

I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. “Well… I’m glad you did.”

He went silent for a moment.

Then—

“I love you.”

I froze, my heart skipping a beat.

Wooyoung turned to look at me, his expression completely serious for once.

I swallowed hard. “You—”

He nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

A slow smile spread across my face.

And for the first time, I didn’t hesitate.

“I love you too.”

His grin was so bright it could have outshined the sunset.

And as he pulled me in for a kiss, I knew—

This was exactly where I was meant to be.

Yeosang’s POV

I wasn’t usually one to dwell on things.

I liked watching. Observing. Letting things unfold in their own time.

But tonight?

Tonight, I couldn’t help but wonder.

I was sitting on the couch with San, Yunho, and Hongjoong—the only single members of Ateez—while the rest of the group was scattered around the dorm, completely wrapped up in their relationships.

On one side, Mingi had Emilia in his lap, the two of them whispering about something, completely in their own world.

Across from them, Jongho was helping Hana with something on her phone, smiling softly when she laughed at whatever he said.

Near the kitchen, Seonghwa had his arm draped over Harin’s chair, leaning in close as she showed him something on her tablet.

And finally—

On the farthest side of the room, Wooyoung was being disgustingly affectionate with Sophie, poking at her cheek and grinning like a lovesick fool while she rolled her eyes but didn’t push him away.

I sighed.

San must have noticed, because he nudged me. “What’s up?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

Yunho snorted. “That was the most unconvincing ‘nothing’ I’ve ever heard.”

I hesitated, glancing at them. “…Do you guys ever wonder?”

Hongjoong raised a brow. “Wonder what?”

I exhaled slowly, my gaze drifting back to the couples in front of us.

“If we’ll ever have what they have.”

The moment I said it, there was silence.

Then—

San groaned loudly, throwing his head back. “Ugh, Yeosang, don’t say it like that! You make it sound depressing.”

Hongjoong let out a small chuckle. “I mean… He’s not wrong.”

Yunho crossed his arms. “It’s kind of weird, though, right? Like, suddenly everyone is dating, and now we’re just… here.”

San nodded. “Yeah. Feels like we skipped a chapter.”

I hummed in agreement, resting my chin on my palm. “It’s just… strange.”

Hongjoong tilted his head, watching the others. “I get what you mean. But I don’t think it’s something we should rush.”

San scoffed. “Says you. You’re the oldest. Shouldn’t you be the first one settled down?”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t work like that.”

Yunho smirked. “You know what I think?”

We all turned to him.

He grinned. “I think Yeosang’s next.”

I blinked. “…What?”

San snickered. “Yeah, I see it.”

Hongjoong nodded, amused. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

I stared at them. “You guys are ridiculous.”

San threw an arm around my shoulders. “We’ll see, Yeosang. Maybe your love story is about to start.”

I sighed, leaning back against the couch.

Maybe.

Or maybe I was still waiting for something I hadn’t found yet.

Either way—

I knew one thing for sure.

I wasn’t going to settle for anything less than what they had.

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daddyfordaeddy · 8 months ago

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Better than Predicted [J.WY, K.YS]

pairing: wooyoung x f! fortune teller! yn x yeosang

word count: 2869

warnings: cursing, in-depth divination tactics, smut warnings under cut

genre: fortune teller au, carnival setting, smut, some crack, e for explicit

summary: after hearing rumors, wooyoung would like to see the fabled fortune teller himself. and he drags his unsuspecting best friend, yeosang, along.

part two of dickvination collab with @flurrys-creativity, @sanjoongie, @potatomountain, and @mingsolo <3 this one is a duo between doom and i and i hope u all enjoy! hehehehehe can be read as a standalone

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smut warnings: oral (m and f), fingering (f), come swallowing, come eating, some petnames (they refer to yn as miss), if im missing any lmk!

“Come on, it’ll be fine. It’s just a little divination,” Wooyoung laughs, taking Yeosang’s hand and tugging him down the makeshift path between tents. “You’ll have fun, Sang.”

Yeosang glances behind himself worriedly. “How is some old lady staring at my palm fun?” he asks incredulously.

“I hope you know I take offence at that,” your silky smooth voice calls out, and both Wooyoung and Yeosang whirl around to see you standing just outside of your tent, holding the flap open with one hand. “I don't think I’m that old, and I can do a lot more than just palm reading.

“I’m sorry,” Yeosang bows his head, slightly ashamed. “I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“You could make it up to me by letting me do a reading,” you chuckle, and Yeosang nods in agreement after a little hesitation. “Make your way in, both of you.”

Wooyoung pushes Yeosang in first before turning to you and saying in a hushed tone, “I heard–”

“I know what you’re here for, Jung Wooyoung,” you laugh. “Go in the tent and make sure your friend won’t bolt. You’ll get what you’re coming here for.” Wooyoung’s eyes widen and he hurriedly steps into the tent, and you follow shortly after, letting the flap close with a soft sound.

“Now, what would the two of you like to do first?” You move to sit on your heels behind your small table. “Other than palm reading, of course, I offer tarot, astrology, tea leaves, you name it.”

“You pick first, Sang,” Wooyoung urges his friend, bumping him with his shoulder. “Just whichever appeals.”

“Uh…how about a palm reading?” His voice shakes ever so slightly and you smile, amused, reaching out with your hand and grabbing his wrist, guiding it to lay flat on the table. You take note of the blush coating his face.

“Lets see,” you hum, tracing around his fingers gently. Yeosang fidgets. “You are quite sensitive, both in emotions and physically I see. You will be restless in relationships as a result, but each relationship will be very significant in your life, although you will struggle to keep them long lasting. Your life will be guided by your friends and your family, and your experiences will be…fruitful.”

You give Wooyoung a short little nod, one that Yeosang does not seem to see. “You can get all of that from my palm?” His tone isn’t disbelieving per se, just unsure.

“Of course,” you laugh, closing his hand gently and giving it a few pats before releasing it. If you’d like, I can do Wooyoung’s and you can see just how his differs. Unless he’d like to do a different reading, of course.”

Wooyoung shrugs. “We’ll have time to do multiple, right? I don’t mind doing palm reading.”

The double entendre has you shaking your head ever so slightly out of exasperation. “Palm, please.” Wooyoung offers up his hand with a cheeky smile. “You are also on the traditional side, a little more so than Yeosang. You will come across some epiphanies in life as well. You will be content in any relationships you go through, although they will be few and long lasting. Your experiences will be rich as long as you let yourself make the decisions.”

Yeosang looks absolutely floored by your reading of his friend, eyes wide and shining. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

You bark out a short laugh. Oh, so sweet and innocent. You think you’ll have quite some fun with him. “There’s not much in the way of that. In fact, there’s this secret reading I only offer to select customers. Would you be interested?” You lean over the table slightly, making note of how Yeosang’s eyes flick down to see the hint of cleavage you show and then back up to your face. “It’s on the more…intimate side, but I can promise you, it’ll be much more in depth.”

“I– sure, I’d be interested,” Yeosang mumbles, his eyes zeroing in on your face as he tries his best to not look down again. “What do I need to do?”

“Oh, just sit there and look pretty,” you hum, moving the table aside and shifting forward. “Wooyoung, I’m sure you’ll be happy to help me out with this. Get a little…hands on experience with divination.” Wooyoung looked a little too eager to help out, shuffling closer nestling himself behind his friend. “Right here?” You hummed out in approval, moving around the table a bit but keeping your eyes on Yeosang. He swallowed hard, eyes now trained just where you want them. “Yes, right here. Give me a little extra room.”

“F-for what?” Yeosang was still trying to be respectful, but the quickly closing distance was getting to him. “To read your dick.”

Once the words fell from your lips, he looked ready to bolt, eyes widening and body tensing up; just like you suspected. But Wooyoung held him down by some miracle it seemed, his own eyes trained on your body now that all his suspicions had been confirmed. “Relax, Sangie, I heard it’s worth it. Just enjoy it.” He soothed his friend, rubbing his sides while you waited for consent. Yeosang still looked conflicted, but after a moment he nodded, pink dusting his cheeks as you smiled at him. “O-okay.” Reaching for his pants without delay, your skilled fingers undid his pants and tugged them down. He was generous enough to lift his hips for you, gripping the pillows beneath him and staring at the top of your head shyly. It was no surprise to find him already half hard once the underwear came off next. “She’s really doing it.” Wooyoung whispered to himself, earning a breathless laugh from you. You could feel Yeosang turning slightly to question him, but anything he was going to say died on his lips when your hand wrapped around him. Stroking him to life, you took in all the details of his pretty dick, from the girth, to the length, thumb running over a particular vein that popped out once at full mass, all these details telling you about him in ways the palm would not. You leaned in, tongue flicking out to capture the bead of precum that had formed. The soft hitch of his breath was almost distracting as you mulled over the taste and texture of the pre-cum. It was clear, on the tasteless side, and already told you so much, just like the size and shape of him. Just to be sure though, you needed more. With determination to read him properly, you pushed your mouth down, taking in several inches and pressing your tongue up against his base. He was sensitive, just as you had said before, every bob of your head bitching his breath and making him even more restless. “Oh fuck that’s hot-” Wooyoung rasped out, his hands still holding onto Yeosang and leaning him back to get a better view of how well you took his friend into your mouth. He groaned when you bottomed out, a stark contrast to the whine that Yeosang let out. Part of you enjoyed your customer’s responses to your work a little too much, and the deep whines Yeosang was letting out was proof of that. Still, you remained vigilant, humming around his cock, and tasting more of his precum on your tongue. Still mostly tasteless, that just left his cum. Hand pressing down on his thigh, briefly you marvelled at the muscle tensing up under your fingertips, head bobbing as you hollow your cheeks and sucked. His whines grew in volume, just for him to try and hide them behind the back of his hand. You glanced up at him, finding Wooyoung watching you with curious eyes full of desire. Yeosang’s hips bucking into your mouth reminded you that you still had him in the back of your throat, and that he was close. Pulling your mouth away you paid special attention to his tip, coaxing his release out of him as you stroked his swollen base.

Yeosang turned his head into Wooyoung’s neck as he came, gooey white strings of cum shot onto your tongue, letting every drop pool there as you milked him for all he was worth. You didn’t pull away until he collapsed back against his friend, panting heavily and muscular thighs shaking. Swallowing you sat up, mulling over the taste and texture, but you didn’t get much time to process before your attention was directed elsewhere. With one arm around Yeosang, Wooyoung held him up but had moved to push his own pants down, fingers wrapped around the base and hips jutting forward. “My turn?” “I have to tell him his fortune first.” you mused after swallowing. It was almost adorable how impatient he was, all signs of nervousness gone from his posture. “Yeosang will be too out of it to listen. You can do mine first. Please?” It was the pleading tone that convinced you. With a small nod you moved closer, Wooyoung leaning back a bit to give you full access to his cock. He was thinner in size, with a slight curve upward. Interesting. You half expected a groan to fall from his lips the second your tongue touched his leaking tip, but he let out an excited giggle instead. A sweet taste filled your senses as you sucked a little more out of him before pushing your head down. Wooyoung wasn’t afraid to touch you, but in a way he asked for consent. At first his hand hovered over your head, but when you reached up and pressed it down, he was gripping your hair and thrusting his hips forward. You relaxed your jaw, not minding the man taking control; it told you just as much about him as his taste and size did. “Fuck- San wasn’t lying. So good.” He panted out between thrusts, pushing you down more and more on your cock. “Bet you like doing this? You get off on sucking on strangers' cocks?” Oh he was a talker- “W-wooyoung, don’t talk to her like that.” Yeosang protested from next to you, still sounding a little out of it. You waved him off, looking up at Wooyoung through your lashes, almost daring him to do more. “I think she likes it, Sangie. Can he check? See if you’re wet? I want to know if you are.” He slowed his thrusts, your hair bunched in his fists but he kept you on his cock. At least until you didn’t give an answer, so with a pop he pulled you off. “I-if he wants.” Things were getting out of hand, you had to remind yourself what you were doing and quickly took him back into your mouth. Wooyoung’s eyes rolled back momentarily, exposing his neck as a few veins protruded from the strain of swallowing. “Hear that? Do it, Sangie. I know you’re curious. You wanted to touch her before.” You swallowed in anticipation around his cock, earning a groan from him. You expected Yeosang to ignore his friend’s insistence, but a second later you felt a hand sliding up your skirts, thick fingers on your inner thigh. He gasped out behind you once the tips ran over your slick lips. “She’s not wearing any underwear and… oh she’s wet.” Yeosang sounded absolutely blissed out at this revelation, fingers pressing closer until they were slotted between your lips, searching for your clit.

Moaning from the stimulation, you arched your back to encourage him more. Wooyoung cursed under his breath, slowing his hips once more and pulling out. You realised he was denying himself his release. Oh, he was going to toy with you. With a huff you looked up at him, brow furrowing in mild defiance. “Wooyoung- I still have a job to do.” “Mmm yeah you do, but if you want the best reading of my cock, you’ll let me take my time. Sangie, how does she feel?” Yeosang pushed in two fingers at the other’s question, groaning despite the fact you were the one receiving stimulation. “T-tight.” “Aw, you’re hard again. Maybe I should’ve gone first instead. You think Miss here will let you fuck her?” “N-no!” Yeosang answered for you, ever polite. “Wooyoung, just finish up already.” There was a pout to his tone and with a force of your head you caught a glimpse of his equally pouty expression. Just as he curled his finger and ripped a moan from deep within your chest. Their conversation stopped and turned all attention back to you. “Then just make her cum. I think it’s a deserving reward for how good she uses her mouth yeah?” Wooyoung had his tips back against your lips, asking for entrance. You happily obliged. This was a nice reward, Yeosang’s fingers clumsy but eager to please as he pushed them in to match the tempo Wooyoung was fucking your throat. You kept yourself as relaxed as possible, robes coming a little loose and exposing your chest further. Bouncing between them, your tits also bounced, adding another slap of skin that reverberated in the room much like Wooyoung’s balls on your chin. He let himself get noisy, almost bickering with Yeosang on just what he should do with his fingers to please you, basing it solely off your moans. He stopped once more, giving you a breath of air, taking note of the drool running down the side of your face and your tousled hair. “Tell him how to make you cum. Yeosang takes directions really well.” Swallowing hard, you reached behind you to pull your skirts up and give Yeosang a clear view of your soaked pussy. “Pinch and roll my clit once your fingers find the spongy spot inside. You’re so close to it, just barely passing over, but I need pressure there. You can do it right?” You snuck a glance back, clenching around his fingers as you realised he had been stroking himself this whole time, cock angry and ready to cum again and expression pliant. “Y-yes I can Miss. I can do it.” “Good, now that’s settled, let’s cum together ya?” Before Wooyoung could jerk your mouth back to him, you were already eagerly pushing your head down. He cursed under his breath again before picking up the pace immediately. It was harsher now, Yeosang working you up just as you had told him to do though he couldn’t pinch your clit, his thumb still rubbed over it just right so your hips were jerking at each twinge of pleasure he brought out. You couldn’t help the moans that were muffled by Wooyoung’s harsh thrusts when Yeosang pressed down on the right spot, a happy little whine leaving his lips in celebration. He worked you towards your climax, hand still moving even as you heard him whine with release and feel his hot cum on the curve of your ass; just as Wooyoung’s spilled into your throat. You pushed back at him with effort so some of his cum could land on your chin, you needed to see the color and texture just as much as you needed to taste it. It was a miracle you could remember that even with ecstasy coursing through you.

A moment later both of them had sat back on their heels, no longer inside you but all three of you catching your breath. Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked you over, at the mess they made of you. “Oh this was more fun than San said. Right, Sangie? You had fun?” “Mhmm. But… what about the fortune?” He murmured out in a daze. A glance back at you gawked at the now sheepish way he was staring at your still exposed rear. “S-shouldn’t we clean her up too? It’s only polite.”

You shrug, pulling your robes back into place as you run a hand through your hair. “No need,” you smile. “Let me just get your fortunes for you and you’d best be on your way. I have other customers to attend to, you know.”

Wooyoung and Yesoang quickly scramble back into their usual places, hands folded neatly, a stark contrast to how they were just moments ago. “Now, Yeosang,” you hum, licking the last remnants of cum off your fingertips. “You will encounter a few hardships in your life, but it will mostly be smooth sailing for you. Go through life slowly and fortune will fall upon you. You may be confused at times, but keep your friends close and you’ll be fine.”

“Keeping Wooyoung close did not help with the confusion,” Yeosang mumbles under your breath and you hold back a chuckle, ignoring the elbow Wooyoung gives his friend.

“And for me?” Wooyoung moves forward eagerly.

“You will live comfortably, no worries for money as long as you keep moving forward. Don’t dwell on the past, and you will remain happy. Be careful who you trust, and lean on family and friends.” You shrug. “You both have pretty straightforward fortunes. There’s not much to add. Are there any other questions I can help you with?”

Yeosang shakes his head politely but Wooyoung smiles, leaning forward with a wink. “How do you feel about dinner?”

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nateezfics · 2 years ago

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LET IT SNOW!

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — fluff, romance, established relationship, holidays, boyfriend!ateez, gn!reader

WARNINGS — no warnings apply;; just a lot of sappy sweetness <3

WORD COUNT — 2.6k

SUMMARY — fluffy snow, holiday movies, hot chocolate, and freshly baked gingerbread cookies. it’s the most wonderful time of the year!

HONGJOONG — “oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.”

“it’s still snowing.” your voice was soft, barely audible over the crackling fire. snow fell gently outside the window, and while your head rested on a warm chest, you watched it fondly. you weren’t sure if you were heard until there was a small chuckle above you.

“the forecast called for lots of wintery weather,” hongjoong responded, shifting a bit so he could watch the snow with you. you lifted your head to allow him room to move, and once he was comfortable again, you nuzzled your face into his chest. his sweater was soft, and you inhaled his scent that was tangled in the fabric. “i don’t think the snow will be letting up any time soon.”

you hummed. you absentmindedly toyed with the edge of his sweater, liking the way it felt. you were comfortable just like this — laying on his chest, the two of you on the couch under a heap of blankets, and warm from the heat of the fire. free days like today were rare for hongjoong, and you were simply glad to be in his presence. you didn’t need to go out to do anything; watching the cold snow from the warmth of each other’s arms was enough. after some time of silence, you spoke up, “hey, hongjoong?”

“hm?” he sounded sleepy. you gazed up at him to find his eyes closed.

“i love you. and i’m glad we got to spend time together today.” your voice, while quiet, was full of conviction. you saw his lips curl into that smile you adored so much, and affection swirled in your chest.

hongjoong opened his eyes and bent his head to place a soft kiss against your hair. his arms grew tighter around you. “i love you, too,” he paused for a moment, feeling emotion for you surge, “and i wouldn’t trade these moments with you for anything.”

SEONGHWA — “and since we’ve no place to go, let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!”

“seonghwa! we can’t have a snowman without a nose!”

“i don’t think it matters,” seonghwa replied. he noticed you stop what you were doing, gloved hands frozen over the round rump of the man-shaped snow pile. he winced, immediately regretting his choice of words.

the debate of whether or not a snowman needed a nose was put to rest the moment you shot your boyfriend a glare. of course a snowman had to have a nose! duh! “yes, it does! now help me find something we can use.”

seonghwa was eager to aid you in your search for a nose, feeling a little bad about his earlier comment. the search was short lived since mostly everything was buried under inches of snow. “don’t snowmen usually have, i don’t know, carrots for noses?”

“yeah, but i didn’t think to pick up any carrots at the grocery store,” you said with a pout. your shoulders slumped in defeat. “there’s got to be sticks or something we could use…”

“it’s all under the snow,” seonghwa pointed out. at your pouty face, he smiled. he put a hand on your shoulder. “you know, our snowman may not have a nose, but —” he took the knitted hat off his own head and placed it on the snowman’s, “—he does have a cute hat!”

you giggled, appreciating your boyfriends attempt to make you feel better. it worked, and you instantly felt much more cheery. you looked over your snowman and smiled. “he looks good in that hat, but i think it looks better on you.”

seonghwa laughed as he leaned in to kiss your cold cheek. “of course it does, but i think i’ll let him keep it.”

you nuzzled yourself into his side in search for warmth. despite the layers of sweaters and jackets, the winter air still managed to get to you. “let’s go inside. all this snowman building has me freezing!”

seonghwa lead you inside, the two of you remaining close together. “sounds like we need some hot chocolate, yeah?”

YUNHO — “man it doesn’t show signs of stopping, and i brought me some corn for popping.”

“all these holiday movies are the same,” yunho critiqued just as the movie ended. he stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth while he watched the credits roll.

you huffed. “so what? i still like them. they’re nice and make you feel good! plus they always help to get you in that christmas spirit!”

yunho smiled at you fondly just as you finished speaking. “i know you like them,” he said, reaching over to grasp your hand in his. his larger hand overwhelmed yours, something that never failed to make the both of you laugh. “that’s why i sit here and watch them with you, even if they bore me to tears.”

you bumped his shoulder with yours. “i appreciate that.”

“so, are we watching another one?” yunho knew the answer already. another movie was starting just moments later. he reclined into the couch cushion, patting his chest in invitation.

you grinned and cuddled into his chest. when he sat the bowl of popcorn on his lap, you took the opportunity to grab you some. you watched the movie in comfortable silence, enjoying the time spent together. about halfway through, you had an idea. “hey, after this, do you wanna bake some cookies?”

yunho kissed the top of your head. cookies sounded very good, and his mouth was already watering at the thought of the warm and sweet treats. “as long as i’m with you, i’m up for anything.”

YEOSANG — “the lights are turned way down low. let it snow! let it snow!”

you took a step back to appreciate your work. you felt proud, eyes twinkling as you took in the sight of the glimmering tree. “it’s beautiful!”

yeosang, who had helped you decorate the tree, nodded in agreement beside you. the tree was alive with ornaments, shiny tinsel, and flickering lights. a star shined brightly at the top. “it is. you did a good job, babe.”

you blushed at the compliment. “not just me, you helped, too!” you reached for him and circled your arms around him, pulling him in close. your heart skipped when he returned the embrace, his scent filling your senses.

“the tree looks the same every year,” yeosang pointed out, and you didn’t know where he was going with that until he continued, “but every year i’m astonished at how pretty it looks.”

you giggled as you looked up at him. “i think it looks prettier after decorating it with your favorite person.”

“i think so, too,” he agreed. he gazed down at you, and affection buzzed between you. his face was very close to yours, leaving him only inches to cross if he wanted to. he looked so handsome amidst the colorful lights. you could see the lights from the tree playing in his dark eyes. “i never was into the holidays, at least not until i met you. you make me enjoy this time of year.”

you were touched. yeosang wasn’t a man of many words, but the words he did say were always so heartfelt and genuine. he never failed to remind you of just how much you meant to him. “i love you.”

yeosang finally closed the space between you, lips meeting yours in a slow kiss. “i love you, too.”

SAN — “when we finally kiss goodnight, how i’ll hate going out in the storm.”

you always loved christmas parties with friends. it made this time of year even more fun. wooyoung liked throwing a few of them at his place every year, and they were never short of a good time. especially once the eggnog got spiked (no one could figure out who kept putting alcohol in it, but everyone suspected mingi).

you sat on a couch in a less rowdy area. wooyoung’s apartment wasn’t the most spacious, and with so many people there wasn’t many places to go. but this little space in the living room was at least less crazy than the other side of the room, where wooyoung and yunho were taking shots while an exasperated hongjoong watched. you took a sip of your hot chocolate, enjoying the warm, chocolatey goodness.

“i wonder if alcohol would taste good in hot chocolate,” came san’s voice. he sat next to you with his own cup of hot chocolate.

you offered a smile towards your boyfriend. new boyfriend. the two of you had only started dating last month, but you’d been friends way before that. you were still acclimating to this new dynamic with san; going from friends to lovers was a major transition, but you both were happy to explore this relationship together. “nah, wouldn’t want to ruin a good thing. hot chocolate is superior on its own.”

san laughed and nodded in agreement. “yeah, maybe you’re right. besides, i think the spiked eggnog is a good example of what happens when alcohol gets in the mix.” you both eyed the commotion across the room with amusement.

“yeah,” you said into your cup. you hummed in enjoyment.

“hey, y/n?”

you met san’s eyes. heat rose to your cheeks when you noticed how close he was. you waited for him to say something, but no words ever left his mouth. instead, his lips met yours before you knew it. they were soft and tasted like chocolate, and you sought them out again just as he made to pull away.

san smiled into the kiss. “you had a hot chocolate mustache.”

you attempted to respond, but Wooyoung interrupted you before you responded.

“you guys realize we can see you, right?”

MINGI — “but if you’ll really hold me tight, all the way home i’ll be warm.”

mingi shivered. “must we really find a tree out here? it’s freezing!”

“oh, come on! being out in the snow, looking for that one perfect tree, it’s all part of the fun!” you made sure to not let him see you shiver.

mingi rolled his eyes. “i’d rather be at home, nice and warm. now that’s fun.”

you ignored him and kept on walking with him in tow. you went all over the tree farm in search for the best looking tree. it took a while, but eventually you found it, and you jumped for joy as you gazed at the full, lush tree. “mingi, this is the one!”

mingi eyed the tree. “it looks the same as the others?” you stilled, shooting him a cold look. he watched your smile fade, and guilt coiled in his chest.

“do you not enjoy doing this stuff with me?” you asked and he felt even worse. mingi sighed.

“i do,” he revealed as he stepped closer to you. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you feel like i don’t enjoy doing this with you. truth is, i enjoy it, i’m just a wimp when it comes to the cold.”

you smiled, elated over his words. “i know you hate the cold, and you still came with me despite that.”

“so apology accepted?”

“yeah, apology accepted.”

mingi grinned. “good, now come over here and hug me before i freeze!”

you laughed and wrapped your arms around him. you both reveled in the heat your bodies brought. mingi held you tight while you buried your face in his neck. “better?”

he nodded. “better.”

WOOYOUNG — “and the fire is slowly dying. and, my dear, we’re still goodbying.”

“that looks more like a gingerbread blob than a gingerbread man.” you rolled your eyes at wooyoung’s comment.

“so what he doesn’t like like a normal gingerbread man. i think he’s perfect just the way he is!” you gazed down at your gingerbread blo — gingerbread man. “and it doesn’t matter what they look like as long as they taste good.”

wooyoung laughed as he began piping icing onto his much more aesthetically pleasing and anatomically correct gingerbread cookies. “that’s what everyone who can’t bake says!”

you scoffed and swatted at his arm. you were glad when you caused him to mess up one of his cookies. “you are in my kitchen and you insult me? the audacity! i think you should leave!” you bit back a laugh when he made a face at you.

“it’s practically a blizzard outside. i’m not going anywhere in that weather. you’re stuck with me now!” wooyoung was so amused.

“fine, but you’re sleeping on the couch.” you started to decorate your batch of oddly shaped cookies. and in your opinion? they looked way better than wooyoung’s!

“oh really? then what must i do to get back into your good graces so i can be with you in the warm bed tonight?” wooyoung stopped what he was doing to look at you. you looked cute while you concentrated, focus on your cookies. really, your cookies looked a million times worse than his, but he couldn’t help but admire the way you looked at your batch so fondly.

you held up a finished cookie. it had a rounded shape with four nubs that only barely resembled hands and feet, and the icing work was slightly messy. wooyoung almost laughed, but refrained before he could let it slip. “you’ve got to admit my cookies are better!”

wooyoung sighed. “guess i’m sleeping on the couch then.” when you gave him a shocked look, he allowed himself to laugh. when you reached out to swat at him again, he caught your hand and pulled you close. “just kidding. your cookies are better than mine.”

you rolled your eyes, sitting the gingerbread blob on the counter. “it’s a good thing i love you, you know that?”

wooyoung pecked your lips. “i know.”

JONGHO — “but as long as you’d love me so, let it snow! let it snow! and snow!”

one thing was for sure: jongho was a ruthless opponent in a snowball fight.

he was relentless, throwing snowball after snowball at you. there wasn’t anywhere for you to go. your only opportunities to retaliate were the small spaces of time between his blows. you didn’t really land many hits on him, and after every missed snowball he’d laugh hysterically. you were about to admit defeat until you hatched an idea.

you waited until he sent a particularly hard snowball your way, and when it made contact with your side, you let out a loud yelp while falling to the snowy ground. you stayed down, feigning pain with your hands pressing into your side. jongho stood some distance away, unsure of what had happened. at first he was confused, but when you didn’t get back up, he rushed to your side.

“babe! are you okay?” he pulled you into his arms, eyes scanning over your body to find where you were injured. you had him right where you wanted him.

you gripped some snow into your gloved hand and smooshed it into his face. you were never going to forget the look on his face. you smiled victoriously. “gotcha!”

jongho grinned. “not fair!” his fingers poked into your sides, tickling you relentlessly.

you wiggled in his hold, not even caring about the cold snow under you. your laughter filled the winter air, accompanied by the sound of jongho’s own amusement. “okay, okay! i’m sorry! i surrender!”

“oh no! it’s too late for that!”

the tickling didn’t cease until many moments later. your sides hurt from his fingers and your laughter. you rested in his arms with your head on his shoulder. neither of you made a move to break apart, even though the snow was beginning to seep into your clothes. “i can’t believe you fell for it.”

jongho chuckled. “i can’t believe you cheated.”

“at least i managed to get one hit. i’m proud of myself.” you looked up at his cheek, still covered in snow. you kissed it as your way of apologizing. “i’ll play fair from now on, okay?”

“and i’ll take it easier on you from now on. maybe.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — now that it’s december, i’m feeling the holiday spirit! i know fluff is so rare for me, but i just felt like posting something soft would be a good way to start off the holiday season 🎄

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pirateprincessblog · 8 months ago

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𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄

( 𝟎.𝟏 ) 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨:

normal is good. it's safe. it isn't risky. and yet, normal is boring. normal job, normal family, normal relationship. makes you yawn just while reading, doesn't it? escaping it can cost a fortune, even if it is for a short, fun amount of time. when it gets bad, you don't get to regret. you don't get to complain. you don't get to cry. you don't get to go back. you wanted it. now bear the losses of your own decisions. you'll wish for things to get boring again. you'll wish to never feel an ounce of excitement again. you'll wish to be wrapped in your safety bubble, with your safe little family, safe little job, and safe little partner. and it just won't come.

!𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: park seonghwa x oc (alice dawson) x jung wooyoung 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.4k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dilf!hwa, collegestudent!wooyoung, love triangle, dilf trope, eventual smut, angst, fluff 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: yet to come

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of illness, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of domestic violence, MINORS DNI (18+) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this series will be around 10-15 chapters :) please don't hesitate to leave feedback! thank you for reading <33 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

were you ever afraid of thinking about something risky while surrounded by people?

if yes, alice knows exactly how you feel. behind the dusty wooden counter, she hides a book. her eyes abandon the words she has read a dozen times this year already, checking if anyone is giving her weird looks. her thoughts are a loud mess, and she fears that one of those hard-working students might secretly have super hearing powers and is judging her right now. but when she notices no side eyes, her gaze drops on the worn-off pages again. this book set cost her a fortune, and it already looks like it has been through at least two major historical events. heaven forbid that her mother knows how much money she spent on that.

her heart beats faster with each word she reads, fingers excitedly flipping the pages, even though she knows all the plot twists, all the foreshadowing, a few little plot holes that only a small number of people have noticed. she wishes she could read it all for the first time again. the storyline, the characters, the villains, the twists, the tension, the steam. alice's favourite part in all the books. the steamy pages, written by her favourite author, making her sigh and roll in bed late at night as she reread them. sleepless nights spent with her eyes unfocusing and blurring out the words, her thoughts drifting away from the storyline and creating one of her own, using the very same characters. she would sit like that, fantasising, until a sound from the street would bring her back to the original story.

last night was similar, which is why she is barely keeping her eyes open while skimming over the room, checking for odd glares one more time. when she finds none, she continues daydreaming. the villain of the book has captured her heart, no matter the bad things he has done throughout the journey. she might just have a thing for evil, sassy, good-looking men. or she might have a thing for imaginary men with tongue skills.

"ah, your daily dose of porn, i see."

alice looks up, startled. she closes the book, throwing it in the already opened drawer and shuts it with a loud thud, making a few heads turn. the face standing above the counter chuckles, eyes turning into crescent moons as he does so.

"hush!"

"oh, relax. you have like three couples doing no-nos back there in the criminal section. your little mediocre book is nothing compared to them."

the girl furrows her eyebrows. her book wasn't mediocre. it was a masterpiece.

"what did you want?" she asks, annoyed with his teasing this early in the morning.

"i can't come and greet my favourite redhead in town?" the young man asks, his lips still in a teasing smile.

"not if you're going to be loud and disrupt. this is a library, not a bar."

"ha-ha. i forget just how witty my girlfriend is." he rolls his eyes. "luckily, you're pretty to make up for your lack of sense of humour."

"and your humour makes up for your lack of pretty." she tries to poke back, but it just doesn't sound right.

the young man laughs, sincerely, and rests his elbows on the wooden surface.

"you're cute when you try. you'd be even cuter if you were to join me in one of those horror sections. you know, to read. i love me some stephen king. i also love me some puss-"

"shut up, oh my god." alice hushes him, feeling her cheeks starting to burn from embarrassment.

"oh, come on. you haven't been over to my place in days. weeks even, i think."

"wooyoung," she exhales.

"yeah, sorry." the young man suddenly remembers, then scratches his neck from the little uncomfortable situation he has created. "how is your mom?"

"she has lost a lot of hair." alice says, eyes drifting towards the big library windows. "she has also lost a lot of weight. she still refuses to eat. she has already given up on herself."

wooyoung sighs, seeing his girlfriend show different emotions than last week. she has become numb to the whole situation. her mother has been sick for a very long time, and no amount of doctors, medicine, and persuading could convince her mother to start taking care of herself when alice wasn't around. now, alice has given up. she is angry with her mother, and that doesn't allow her to feel sad or bad for her.

"want me to come with you next time you visit her?"

"that would be today."

"yes, sure. of course. just tell me when."

"i finish at two, when rae arrives. i'll wait for you by the car?"

"i'll be there as soon as my classes are over. promise." wooyoung smiles at her.

there's a brief moment of silence, giving space for both of them to think. alice's mind went from fantasising to worrying, and wooyoung hates that he reminded her of the situation and changed her mood.

"baby?" he calls.

she hums, still a little absent.

"you haven't kissed me today."

alice looks at her boyfriend, heart swelling with guilt. her face drops, and wooyoung's eyes widen seeing her saddened expression.

"i'm so sorry," she says, voice almost a whisper.

"oh, no, no! baby, i just- hey, it doesn't matter. i'm sorry, okay? you're going through something tough, and my behaviour isn't quite helping. i'm being a dick."

alice stands up, hands gently cupping her boyfriend's face. her eyes examine his face, taking in his pretty features. she didn't mean what she said earlier, and she knows that he knows too. she smiles softly at him, assuring him that everything is fine and there is no need to apologise.

"i love you." she whispers.

and just like that, wooyoung softens in her hands, lips melting into hers as he finally kisses her for the first time in three days. it has become hard to catch her since she started working, especially since she runs to the hospital whenever she gets a chance. other times, she prefers laying in bed with little to no lighting, doing nothing but laying down and thinking of a way out of what her life has become.

wooyoung wishes he could help her. but what can he do, when they both refuse his help? he now realises where alice's stubbornness comes from. he smiles into the kiss, thinking about her stubborn nature combined with her impatience. she is a little handful, but she is his handful. and he will hold her until his last breath.

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while people tend to hate hospitals, alice likes it. it brings her comfort, knowing that the people around her are in charge of saving lives. she often visited hospitals as a toddler, due to often sickness. she is very prone to colds, and wooyoung has found himself getting mad at her very often because she refuses to wear a jacket when needed.

"but my outfit won't be visible!" she'd complain.

"i don't care. your kidneys are more important than a crop top. and i can't have you with a runny nose again. you know you have a hard time breathing as it is, the cold only makes everything worse."

"you just know it all, don't you?" she'd say, annoyed, while her fingers work the zipper of wooyoung's jacket.

jung wooyoung doesn't have any plans for the future, other than hopefully marrying alice and creating a family with her. he is a college student, yes. but only because his parents forced him to. he doesn't know what he wants in his life. alice is smart. she also doesn't know, so she simply didn't go to college. smart decision. it is crazy expensive, and managing those costs and the costs of healing her mother would be a disaster.

"ms dawson?"

alice stands up, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"dr clark, good day." she greets, smiling weakly.

"it certainly is a good one, ms dawson. your mother is finally showing improvement!"

alice stands still, not believing what she's hearing. wooyoung notices her lack of response, and gently takes her hand in his, hoping to shake her awake.

"what do you mean?" she asks.

"she ate everything she was offered today, and she took her medication. and yes, we checked under the bed and in the flower vase, there weren't any hidden pills."

"oh, well... that's great."

the sudden change in her mother's behaviour was suspicious to alice. still, she felt relieved. with a thankful smile and a nod towards the young dr clark, the girl took her usual path to room 257, her hand still held by wooyoung's bigger and warmer one. she pushes the door open, her eyes immediately falling on the bed in the corner of the room. out of four beds, only two were now occupied, meaning that the other two had gotten better and were probably at home with their families. it made alice's heart warm.

it made her heart even warmer when her gaze dropped on the woman in the last bed, her head hidden by what seemed like a beauty magazine. fresh flowers stood beside her bed, accompanied by a framed picture and what seemed like a jewellery box.

"mom?"

the woman drops her magazine in her lap, a smile so wide on her face that it made alice's cheeks hurt. god, she looks so different. it wasn't that long since alice's last visit, was it? the woman in the bed wore makeup, her grey hair braided, and a flower head band placed neatly on her head. her nails were painted a golden brown colour, resembling the autumn leaves that tapped on her window on windy days. she dared to say, her mother looked better than her.

"ally, my darling!" the woman calls, tucking the magazine under her pillow.

alice approaches the bed, sitting in the usual stool that was waiting for her under the elevated nightstand.

"eleanor," wooyoung greets, slightly bowing. "you look absolutely beautiful."

"oh, my, this boyfriend of yours. always a sweet-talker." the woman blushes, waving her hand at the young man. "you are so very lucky, baby, not a lot of boys your age are this sweet. let me tell you, just five minutes ago, amber's son came over, had a fight with her over their house and kicked her out! look, her suitcase is right there!"

"mom, please. can you be any more quiet?"

alice looks over at the other occupied bed, and truly, there stood a suitcase. luckily, the woman was sleeping, so she didn't hear her mother's little gossip party.

"oh, don't worry. the poor woman cried so much that she fell asleep from exhaustion."

silence swallowed the room for a while, eleanor fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. she knew alice had questions. and she dreaded that she had to answer them.

"these aren't the flowers i brought you last time."

"no... no they aren't." she trails, looking anywhere but at her daughter.

"so... whose are they?"

a mumble is heard, and alice raises an eyebrow at her. wooyoung catches a glimpse at the framed picture, but when he fails to recognize the people on it, he shifts his attention back to the woman. she looks at wooyoung, as if searching for a way out of the interrogation that is about to happen. but wooyoung sends her an apologetic smile, and rests his hands on alice's hair, moving it out of her face. he feels like she will need it. there is a reason why her mother is acting so nervous, and when alice is upset, she loves to have her hair played with.

"mom."

"hm? oh. right, the flowers. uh... they're from..."

"mom, cut the bullshit. i'm just curious. so what if a friend brought them over? you have a new crush in town? dr clark not cute anymore?"

"oh, no! dr clark is very cute. and very young. and he is married, sadly for me. no, these are from, uh..."

alice grows impatient, a frown already forming on her face. wooyoung senses her tense state, and gently drops his hand on her shoulder, massaging the knot below her neck. she sighs, and looks at him as a way of saying thank you. silent conversations were common between the two, and it just showed how well they read each other. how much they love each other.

wooyoung presses his lips to her temple, and gently caresses her back as her mother prepares to give an answer.

"so?"

"so what?" eleanor acts dumb, still hoping that alice will give up.

"mom. the flowers. the jewellery. the makeup. the nails. the picture."

the girl finally takes the framed picture. she recognizes her young mother, her bright ginger hair falling in waves on her shoulder, green irises almost invisible because of her big smile and closed eyes. the man, however, she does not recognize.

"from your father."

wooyoung halts his movements. alice sits still, her gaze not leaving the picture.

"what?"

"your father. he came every day since your last visit, and brought me all these flowers, made me the crown, even painted my nails-"

"i didn't know they let drug addicts inside hospitals."

wooyoung gulps, watching eleanor's jaw drop at her daughter's numbness to the new situation they have found themselves in.

"isn't that, like, very unsafe? for both parties?"

"you shut your mouth, right now. your father is a good man."

"he is not my father, and he is certainly not a good man."

the woman's face twists into one of anger, hands turning white as she grips the sheets she's covered with. "he is your god damn father, whether you like it or not."

"he is a scumbag. that's all he is. and, he is the reason you're here. isn't it? have you forgotten?"

"alice..." wooyoung tries, but stops when alice raises her hand as a sign to stop talking.

"didn't he throw you down the fucking stairs and smash your head through the window?"

"that was years ago, alice. you were barely four."

"and yet i remember."

"you're acting as if he killed me."

"he drugged you all the time! and you became an addict, just like him!"

the dark past resurfaces so easily, pulling both women under it's veil and swallowing them with grief. so many tears spilled, so many bruises earned, and so many cuts treated. alice was only three when it all begun, and she still wonders how it all escalated so quickly in a span of just three months. from only name calling and occasional yelling, to full fist and kick fights and screaming for help. only for her mother to go back to him, too afraid and in love to let go. and each morning the same. three months of alice finding herself in crossfire, earning new bruises every other day, and crying all night long.

she loved her mother, and she loved her father a little less every day. strangely enough, there used to be days when the house was as peaceful as it used to be before her father became what he became. she didn't know why, or how. all she knew was that she was grateful. and that whatever pills dad was slipping mom in her drinks and food were, they worked, and alice guarded them in the cupboard with her life. years later, she realized what the pills were. pills, powder, injections, you name them. by the time the monster left the house, the woman was already hooked. she craved more, and more, and didn't have any. who was at fault for that? alice.

alice was the first thing eleanor saw in the morning, and the last thing she saw in the evening. she was there, consistently needing attention, food, love. and eleanor was exhausted. she just wanted her happy pills. and what other way to express your frustration, than to punish a child who just doesn't shut the fuck up?

wooyoung presses a kiss on her head, in hopes of pulling her out of her memories. he knew that she was thinking of old times, of the man from the picture. and he knew that won't do good to her.

"what did he want?" she calmly asks, fidgeting with the frame. she wished for nothing more than to burn the picture, and throw it at the old house, letting it burn the pain away. if only it worked that way.

"why do you think he would want something?"

"mom."

eleanor sighs, in disbelief. or defeat. wooyoung can't tell yet. she looks around the room, trying to find the right words so she wouldn't further hurt her daughter. though the damage was already done, and wooyoung couldn't see how she could further worsen it. until she opened her mouth again.

"he asked for money."

"what?!"

"but look, i-it's just for a new place, so we can all be together again!"

"what?!?!"

alice stands up, head in her hands and legs carrying her hurriedly around the room. wooyoung plops down on the nearby empty bed, feeling his heart swelling at the sight of his loving girlfriend lose control over her emotions. but he knows better than to interfere. he just needs to let her do what she needs to do.

"alice, please. i just want a family. a proper family."

"well you sure as fuck aren't getting that from him! how much?"

"what?"

"how fucking much?!"

"all of it! god, just stop screaming at me!"

now the other woman was the one holding her head, while the younger one shot her head up wide-eyed.

"all... of it?"

"yes, yes! all of it! he wants to create a better future for us and you're acting like a fucking lunatic for no re-"

"you- you bitch."

a gasp escapes the young man's mouth, and he looks over to the woman in bed for her reaction. she grits her teeth, trying to keep her composure. wooyoung notices how red her eyes have become, and how glossy they look. she is trying her best not to let her tears spill, but the more she looks at alice, the less control she has. she watches as her daughter grabs the picture and smashes it on the floor. when alice grabs her shoulders and starts shaking her, screaming in her face, she loses it. big drops roll down her cheeks and neck, ruining the makeup she had so carefully put on.

wooyoung hated that he couldn't help. the best way of helping was to stay back and do nothing. no matter what he said, it would only light up the fire in one of them, if not both. so wooyoung settled for glancing over at the stranger in the other bed, giving her a nod as a sign that everything is okay and that she doesn't need to worry. he doesn't know if it managed to calm the woman or not, because he gets pulled into the mess by eleanor. she grabs his wrist, pulling him closer as if asking for help.

"wooyoung can't help you right now! let go of him!"

"wooyoung, please- please! i only wanted to make it better for us-" she hiccups through sobs, desperately clawing at wooyoung's hand.

alice yanks his hand out of hers, and when a loud slap echoes through the room, wooyoung decides it is time to finally step in. alice might get mad, hell, she might even slap him too, but he doesn't care.

"alice." he sternly says, grabbing her shoulders.

"no, we're not doing this! wooyoung, i am breaking my back every day, i am working overtime, running here making sure she eats and stops acting like a child, only for her to give away all my hard work for empty promises?! to who?! a man who doesn't even recognize me anymore?!"

she is furious. she sees red. no amount of comforting from wooyoung's side will make her calm down.

"take me home."

"are you sure-"

before wooyoung can finish, he can only catch a glimpse of her dark red locks bouncing as she rushes out of the door, slamming it shut after.

"wooyoung, please talk to her."

the man sighs, torn between the two women. he hates this. letting people down. but more than that, he hates letting his girlfriend down.

"i'm sorry, eleanor. there's nothing i can do."

he gently picks up the picture from the floor, careful with the cracked glass, and places it on the nightstand. he glances at the older woman one last time, before sighing and following his girlfriend's path.

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