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star1117-archives · 2 years

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Hello gorgeous! Can I plz request ateez where she thinks he's being super flirty just to tease her/is laughing at her and doesn't realize he's seriously interested in her? (kind of like a defense mechanism when you're insecure and would rather assume someone doesn't like you so you don't get hurt, if that makes sense?) Thank you <3

Hope this is what you meant <33

➵ Pairing : Wooyoung X Fem!Reader

➵ Genre : Fluff

➵ W.C : 626

➵ Warnings : N/A

➵ A/N : No Haechan slander, I just needed an idol with a vaguely similar personality to Wooyoung’s

“My love for you is like diarrhoea Y/N, I just can’t hold it in.”

You put your fork down and pushed away the food you were eating, the mince suddenly not looking right. Seonghwa tutted and slapped the back of Wooyoung’s head before picking up his own bowl, taking yours and putting them in the sink as you glared at the boy infront of you.

“Could that not fucking wait? We were eating, Wooyoung.”

He raised his eyebrows at you in surprise, shovelling another spoonful of food into his mouth with a blissful ignorance. He swallowed and cleaned his lips with his tongue before replying.

“Well as I just told you sweetheart, I can’t hold my love in for you. Hence the diarrhoea? Keep up please.”

You scoffed and took his bowl from him, ignoring his protests as you tipped the rest into the bin. When he stood up you shoved the bowl into his hands angrily, storming away to your room. Wooyoung turned to Seonghwa with clear confusion in his gaze. The elder just sighed, patting Wooyoung’s shoulder.

“Perhaps save the grotesque compliments for after dinner next time? That’s not the greatest imagery to have while eating Woo.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, whining as Seonghwa tried to escape to his room. He grabbed the end of his jumper sleeve and tugged like a child, staring with a frown at the older boy.

“Hwa what do I do? Everytime I try to be nice, she’s suspicious of me! Everytime I try to be funny, she doesn’t like the joke! I’ve tried everything!”

Seonghwa snatched his arm away, his patience starting to wear out.

“Wooyoung you know what my sister is like, she overreacts about everything. Remember when you first got kicked out and she nearly strangled me for letting you crash on our couch?”

Wooyoung shuddered as he remembered that fateful night, the first time he’d met you. Lets just say… you didn’t warmly welcome the unexpected guest (turned roommate) who had turned up on your doorstep two months ago. He does remember a shoe being thrown, who it was directed at however is still a mystery.

“I’d rather not remember that night if I’m gonna be honest, Hyung.”

Seonghwa gave the boy an apologetic smile before ruffling Wooyoung’s hair and pushing him away by his forehead. The younger slapped Seonghwa’s hand away, frustration surfacing briefly. Raising an eyebrow, Seonghwa took the bowl from Wooyoung’s hand and placed it with the others in the sink.

“You know how it ended with Haechan, and you’ve gotta admit your personalities are similar.”

Wooyoung looked at Seonghwa incredulously, shaking his head as he crossed his arms.

“No I’m fucking not, Haechan was a dick to her!”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes at the younger’s fragile ego.

“Yes Wooyoung. But apart from towards the end, can’t you see the resemblance?”

Begrudgingly, Wooyoung sighed and nodded, gaze now focused on Seonghwa’s hands as he washed the bowls. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the male.

“Just give her time Wooyoung, and maybe dial it down with the gross jokes? 9 times out of 10 women prefer a bouquet of flowers over that.”

Wooyoung nodded silently again, smiling ever so slightly when Seonghwa blew a few bubbles in his direction. Finishing the chore, Seonghwa quickly dried his hands and went to the fridge before tossing Wooyoung a chocolate bar.

“Hyung this is Y/N’s-“

“Yup, her favourite chocolates that no one else is allowed to touch. Go give it to her, but say it’s from you.”

Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a side hug, his expression brightening exponentially at Seonghwa’s implied blessing on Wooyoung pursuing you. With a rushed thanks, he ran off to your room, leaving a chuckling Seonghwa in the kitchen.

“Lovesick puppy.”

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misssophiachase · 7 years

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not sure if you are taking prompts, but if you are...klaus doesn't back down from a challenge. it was how caroline ended up lying naked on the kitchen table, not able to do anything about the bowl of her homemade caramel that he's just dumped all over her naked body. if you're not taking prompts or this isn't one you want to do, that's totally fine.

Thanks nonnie, sorry for the delay in writing this. Hope you like my take, it’s set in the post TVD finale world where I am happily living since our endgame. Also I’m tagging you Angie luv @thetourguidebarbie, my smut enabler! NSFW.

Pour Some Sugar on Me

New Orleans - 33 months post TVD finale…

According to the Original siblings, Klaus and Caroline were insufferable nymphomaniacs. Given their sensitive hearing and those thin walls, according to Elijah, they’d left the compound for the weekend to escape the ‘noise pollution’ as Rebekah put it. Kol had tersely told them not to enjoy themselves as they left bags in hand, Klaus had retorted that he was just jealous. The resounding groan he heard from all his siblings only proving his point.

“I can’t believe it actually worked,” Caroline grinned triumphantly, looping her arms around his neck and playing with a stray curl at the nape. “We have the compound to ourselves for forty-eight whole hours.”

“What worked?”

“Oh come on you don’t think I was extra vocal by accident, do you?”

“I just assumed you were enjoying yourself, love,” Klaus replied, his slightly hurt expression not lost on Caroline. “You better not have been faking those orgasms given all the effort I put into pleasuring you.”

“Oh I was enjoying myself plenty, Klaus,” she purred, leaning in and placing a lingering kiss on his crimson lips, her tongue darting into his warmth briefly. She pulled back just as Klaus moaned into her mouth desperate for her to continue. “There’s no need to worry, you’re doing just fine in that department.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Klaus scoffed, although his tone was telling her something different. “I know what an amazing lover I am.”

“Well, to be fair you’ve had over one thousand years of experience,” she teased. “Do you realise we’ve had the place to ourselves for five minutes and we’re still talking?”

“Not that I’m complaining at all but has anyone ever told you just how insatiable you are?”

“I’m trying to make up for lost time, you know given however long it takes and all.”

“Hey, that was all you, love. You could have been in my bed, writhing beneath me for a lot longer if not for that stubborn Forbes determination.”

“I am not stubborn,” she pouted.

“Now that there is case in point” he joked. “It’s okay Caroline, in fact your obstinance is one of the many things I love about you. Your outstanding skills in the bedroom is one of the others.”

Caroline had shown up in New Orleans a month earlier. They’d had minimal contact since Hope started at Caroline’s magic school a year ago but she’d arrived to personally return his cheque. Klaus knew it hadn’t been cashed yet but wasn’t expecting her or it to arrive so unexpectedly on his doorstep. Their banter and simmering sexual tension had returned with full force as they bickered back and forth over possession of said cheque. The Mikaelsons, who were standing transfixed on the surrounding balconies, had all commented that it was the best show they’d seen in a while. Well, that was until it got extremely heated and not at all G rated.

“Stop being a baby Mikaelson and just take it,” she’d growled, shoving it at him for the tenth time.

“Oh, I’m being the immature one here?”

“I can’t accept this, the least you can do is let me return it to its rightful owner.”

“I don’t see my name on it,” he baulked. “You know it’s called a gift for a reason, Caroline.”

“It’s too much for me.”

“Caroline, you’re entirely missing the point here,” he lectured.

“Oh really, and what is that?” She scowled, hands on hips as she waited for his response.

“This isn’t for you, it’s for your school and your students, Hope and the twins included. Don’t you think they deserve to have this so they can enhance their learning experience?”

“Oh, so now you’re going to try and guilt me into accepting this money?”

“Why? Is it working?” He quipped, continuing before she could interrupt. “Think of the children, love.”

“I forgot just how infuriating you can be,” she huffed.

“Trust me, you’re no picnic yourself, sweetheart.” She paused, obviously trying to work out what she was going to say next but there was something else building between them, something very familiar. That tension that had the ability to take hold and override anything in its path.

“How about we revisit this later?” Caroline rasped. Klaus couldn’t remember who made the first move, all he could recall was their lips hungrily attacking each other, shedding their clothes hurriedly and their sweat coated limbs entangled beneath the sheets. They hadn’t left his bedroom for three days straight, something his siblings wouldn’t let him forget in a hurry given their resulting insomnia.

Needless to say she hadn’t left. After all this time apart, the pent up desire between them wasn’t unexpected. Klaus had tasted her once in those woods and he was desperate to do it again, preferably somewhere more comfortable than against a tree trunk. Rebekah compared their urgent need to fornicate at all times to a pair of sex starved rabbits and she was probably right but Klaus didn’t care. The fact that Hope and the twins were at the magic school with Alaric was another reason they’d taken full advantage of the situation.

The cheque, however, was still a bone of contention. Almost like she could read his mind, Caroline spoke. “How about you do something for me and I might consider cashing that cheque.”

“Are we playing out some Pretty Woman fantasy of yours, love?” Klaus teased, his interest well and truly piqued. “I’m listening…”

“Well, since we have the place to ourselves, I’d like to christen every room, starting with the kitchen.” Klaus decided to consider this challenge a win-win, especially given the impressive size of his compound.

“That can be arranged,” Klaus agreed, spinning her around so that her back was flat against his chest. He attached himself to her neck, nibbling along its creamy length as he walked her towards the kitchen.

“I hope you have an appetite,” she moaned in response.

“I’m pretty sure that’s obvious, we both know that’s not a pole rubbing against your thigh, love.” His burgeoning erection was unstoppable, Caroline always had that glorious effect on him.

“I meant hunger wise.”

“So, did I,” Klaus smirked knowingly, continuing his assault on her neck.

“I want you to lay me out on the table and cover me in some of that homemade caramel. Seems fitting given our location, don’t you think?”

“You know I’m more of a savoury fan,” he mumbled, against her skin.

“You’re really going to question me now?” She baulked, turning around to face him, her skin already flushed from his initial teasing. “I’m offering you the opportunity to get hot and sticky with me, Mikaelson and you want to argue over tastes?”

“On second thought, I might need some sugar to sustain me for our planned activity throughout the house given the number of rooms,” he murmured. Only pulling away briefly to collect the caramel in question from the refrigerator and place it on the table in readiness.

“Now, where were we?” He asked, surprising her by pulling her shirt open, buttons scattering in all directions at the sheer force he’d applied.

“That’s the tenth shirt you’ve ruined.”

“Well, given you spend your time practically naked or wearing one of my henleys, who bloody cares? But if you’re concerned feel free to take it out of that cheque once you cash it,” Klaus smiled appreciatively, admiring his impromptu handiwork. “Now, what exactly is this situation?” He looked towards her chest accusingly.

“They’re called breasts, Klaus,” she explained. “Do I need to give you a talk about the female anatomy?”

“I thought we outlawed underwear?” He indicated, ignoring Caroline’s sarcasm and gesturing towards her lacy, cream bra.

“Well, I think that was more your idea than mine.” Klaus didn’t argue, instead he cupped her denim clad cheeks and lifted her effortlessly onto the table. It didn’t take him long to tear off the rest of her clothing, ripping her bra off one handed and tugging down that short, jean skirt.

“Glad to see you paid some attention to the rules, love,” he observed, licking his lips in anticipation as he realised she was indeed panty-less. His white henley and jeans were off in an instant, his impressive length rubbing teasingly along her smooth, pink lips below.

“Now, how about we get dirty?” She only nodded by way of a response, obviously too turned on to verbalise her thoughts at that exact moment.

Klaus drizzled the caramel slowly over her body, watching as she arched her back in reaction to the cold, syrup like substance. He began with her delectable breasts and taut, rosebud nipples, making circular patterns with the caramel as he went, like he was the artist and she his blank canvas. Klaus had to remember to repeat this later with his assortment of paints when they eventually made it to his studio.

He continued his assault, pouring the caramel down her flat abdomen and ending at her quivering centre for now, Caroline now moving her hips upwardly from the sensations it was causing. Klaus hadn’t even touched her yet and could tell she was already climbing towards orgasm. He bent over taking her right nipple in his mouth hungrily, tasting a sugary hit of the sweet nectar while stimulating her senses with his tongue. Klaus used his thumb and fore finger to tweak the other nipple, her short, sharp whimpers telling him she was close. It had been a a few hours since their last tryst so it was hardly unexpected. Klaus could tell from the lust coursing through his body and the almost unbearable pressure stirring in his cock, that he wouldn’t be far behind.

Klaus continued to suckle on her as he ran his fingers along her smooth torso towards his destination, pausing along the way to make patterns with the caramel on her creamy skin as he did. She took hold of his wrist impatiently, obviously trying to hurry his journey. He stopped his attack on her breast, looking at her curiously.

“Now, now love. There’s plenty of time for that. Plus, I recall you saying you wanted to get hot and sticky.” He could tell by her unimpressed groan and accompanying frustrated look she didn’t quite agree with his assessment. He continued to massage the thick liquid into her skin, looking forward to washing it off in the shower when they made it to the bathroom. At this rate, Klaus wasn’t sure how they were ever going to leave the kitchen in the next two days.

He finally relented, finding her waiting pussy through the sticky, caramel path and slowly rubbing her lips, already slick from her arousal. He dipped his fingers inside, amazed at just how wet she was already as he massaged her silky folds, his speed only building. She was moving in synch with his fingers now, her hips bucking wildly to meet each stroke. Klaus knew she was ready to erupt, pulling his fingers free and replacing them with his throbbing cock. Caroline matching his thrusts as he slid back and forth, her cries only gaining in urgency and decibels as Klaus bent down to kiss her hungrily.

He could feel her tightening around him and Klaus stood again wanting to watch her impending orgasm as it hit. It was a vision he’d never tire of, after all. Caroline cried out, Klaus continuing to pump inside her so as to prolong her pleasure and heighten his. She began to convulse, as the waves of pleasure rippled through her and Klaus couldn’t contain himself any further, coming with full force inside her.

Klaus rode through the delicious dizziness, trying to stay steady on his shaky legs while Caroline moaned beneath him from the residual sensations of her orgasm. Klaus decided they really needed to include food more often in their sex life, even if it was a sticky mess. When he’d finally recovered and pulled out slowly, he looked down at her flushed face and beautiful, toned physique covered in caramel and splayed out across the table.

“Wow. That was…”

“I know,” she grinned wickedly.

“So, about that noise thing?” He asked curiously. “Were you faking it then because from what I could tell that’s probably the loudest you’ve been and we’re all alone.”

“Okay, maybe I was trying to avoid stroking that already inflated ego of yours, but what’s wrong with being a little noisy?”

“You won’t hear any complaints from me, love,” he smiled, bending over to place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Plus if it gets my siblings out of the house more often then I’m definitely on board. So, how about we take a shower, your breasts have my name and some soap written all over them.”

“Not just yet,” she said, sitting upright and placing her hand on his cock and stroking it possessively. Klaus felt a jolt from her unexpected touch, knowing that he was already starting to recover. “There’s a part of you I definitely want to lick some caramel off before we’re done.” Klaus wasn’t going to complain, handing her the jug and just hoping they had enough caramel left to finish the job.

Funnily enough the cheque wasn’t cashed that day or the next, its fate becoming a bargaining chip in the bedroom, or whatever room they chose.

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