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[chogiwapadada]

Seeing Red

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pairing; lee jihoon (woozi) x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), honestly it's filth

warnings; cam boy!woozi, sugar baby dynamics, dom dynamics, masturbation (m & f), guided masturbation, degradation, praise, use of toys, marking, unprotected sex, sex on camera, pet names, and light spanking.

word count; 8.1k and some change

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part 2

a/n; will be linked to the seventeen peachybun-bun master list. hope you enjoy this and make sure you read and leave love on the other fics by the amazing writers part of this collab. huge thank you to @sapphichui for putting all the together and @bisexualgyu for their hard work with graphics. also a big thank you to @librarian-stacks and @onlychans for proofreading this beast

[sugarwoo$i online]

Freshly manicured nails tap lightly on keys as you try to steady your breath listening to him talk. He is in such a mood tonight. You had been watching sugarwoo$i for months, almost daily at this point, but each time felt exciting, and each time you got bolder with your tips and comments. 

Woozi groans as his hand moves over the bulge in his undone jeans. He wanted to take his cock out and give himself some relief, but none of the viewers deserved to see him yet. He had made that very clear with his words and actions. His free hand ran through his hair as he bit at his bottom lip, leaning his head back in the old office chair, before laughing as he listened to the tips overshadowing the sound of his music playing in the background. 

“Greedy tonight.” 

His eyes scan over the tips, seeing a large one from domino$ugar, a smirk playing on his features as he lifts his hips and pushes his jeans down to his hips, before kicking them the rest of the way off. “Thank you, Domino. You are especially generous tonight. Are you that needy, baby?” 

You gasp as he uses the name he started calling you out of habit to shorten your username. Your lips press together at the same time as your thighs as his eyes meet the camera, sending chills down your body. Warmth spreads through your stomach, down until you feel your panties beginning to get sticky with arousal. 

domino$ugar has tipped $1000

cutie4woo: That’s a lot of money Domino…

Woozi laughs at your second tip, raising a brow as he slides his hand into his tight briefs, running his thumb over his head and making himself shiver with anticipation. “You’re right, it is. I expect an answer, Domino. I was speaking to you. Don’t make me ask again. I’d hate to cut off the video because you can’t be a good girl and answer when you are spoken to.”

Your legs spread as you shift in your bed, running your fingers along your panties and closing your eyes for a moment as he chastises you for not listening to him, before you finally type into the chat.  

domino$ugar: I always am, for you.

“Of course you are. My little needy girl. Are you touching yourself? You better be. I know your little fingers aren’t nearly enough, but they will have to do for tonight.” 

You watch as the chat springs to life as other subscribers chime in to tell him how well they are listening to his commands and how wet they are for him. Your eyes flick from the chat to his face as he scoffs into a laugh as he obviously reads the chat.

He nods, finally moving his hips once again, sliding his briefs down and kicking them off to expose his hard cock. Tilting his head, Woozi lets his shaft rest against his stomach as he leans back, just watching the camera as if you are in the room and he is watching your fingers slide your panties to the side. Your fingers circle your clit, making you gasp out his name, which he seems to respond to, making you furrow your brows. 

“Such a pretty little slut for me. So nice and wet. Getting yourself ready for my cock?” His voice raises into a question, and you nod as you close your eyes, listening to the sound of his voice as he groans and wraps his hand around his length, pumping himself slowly. “Going to let me have you any way I want?” 

Your eyes open to the sounds of tips. You bite at your frown, before reaching up with your free hand to send in another, not wanting to possibly be beaten out, though you knew there is no way that could happen. 

domino$ugar has tipped $500 

“Domino, baby. Thank you, why don’t you buy a private show at this point.” He laughs, but you raise a brow, having not considered that possibility. The idea is intriguing, but it is also so personal. But then again, isn’t that what you wanted? Woozi all to yourself? 

Your finger moves the pointer over the screen as your other finger circles your clit, making your thighs tremble when you press the confirm button. The sound triggers, and Woozi laughs, leaning forward slightly and shaking his head. “You really are good at listening to me, aren’t you?” 

The screen counts down as the chat moves quickly in whines when it is announced that Woozi is entering a private show. “Don’t whine. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Woozi blows a kiss to the camera one last time, before for most the screen goes to a stream end - user in a private show screen, marking the end of his show for the night. 

Your screen only goes to black for a moment, before Woozi is back with a smirk and a raised brow, leaning forward towards the camera. “Hey, baby. Do you want to type, or do you want to let me hear that pretty little voice?” 

Your stomach flips as you sit up in bed, your hand sliding from between your legs as you realize he is speaking only to you. An invite for you to share your voice pops up as an option on your screen. A trembling hand lingers over the button for a moment, before you accept the invitation, realizing it might be nice to not have to type the entire time as you watch him, no matter how awkward it might end up being. 

Woozi watches as your picture lights up, signaling your voice is connected and waits until he hears a small “Hi.” His smirk morphs into a bit more of a smile, before he bites his bottom lip and furrows his brows, tilting his head. “Are you being shy with me, Domino? After all you’ve said to me in chat? That isn’t the dirty girl I know. This is your show, baby, but I won’t settle for that shit.”

Your eyes widen as you clear your throat, and you speak up some, shifting on your bed and bringing your knees to your chest. “I’m…I’m not shy. I just didn’t expect to be able to speak to you directly.”

Your eyes watch as Woozi laughs and nods, picking up his tripod and moving towards a bed, giving you more of a view of his room. It was clear he had spent his money in an interesting way. A few instruments are strategically in a corner and are obviously where he had invested his money, whereas the rest of his furniture is almost tragic in your eyes. 

Clearly having no shame in his body, Woozi sets up the camera facing his bed, before moving to a drawer and taking out a red toy and showing it to you. “Remember this?”

You bite your lip and nod, before answering verbally. “Yes. I sent that to you. You said you liked red, and I wanted you to have something to play with. I…I wanted to watch you use it.”

Woozi laughs as you stumble over your words and confession as he takes off the end of the red fleshlight, before laying back on his bed that creaks from obvious age and just poor value.

You find yourself unable to keep yourself from speaking as you watch him reach for a bottle of lube, pouring some onto his fingers. “You need a new bed.” 

Another laugh falls from his lips as he looks at the camera and shakes his head. “That’s what you want to talk about? I’m about to fuck the toy you bought for me, as if it were you, and you want to talk about my old ass bed?”

You feel your cheeks flush as you take a breath. “I mean...no, but yes. I…want you to be comfortable. I just like to see you taken care of.” 

Your voice falls off into a whisper at the end, making Woozi smirk as he strokes himself slowly and looks into the camera, before putting some lube onto the toy. “You want to take care of me, Domino?”

You let out a shaky audible breath instantly turned on by his words. Woozi furrows his brows at the sound of your breath, before sliding the head of his cock into the toy with a low groan. “Yes, I do...oh my god. You look so good, Woozi.”

He bites his lips together and looks down at his cock moving into the toy, before glancing back to the camera. “Yeah? You have your fingers in your pretty little pussy for me? Fuck, I wish this was your pussy.” 

You watch his hips move up to meet the toy in his hand as your legs spread once again. Your fingers slide around your panties, two fingers press at your wet entrance as you gasp when you feel the stretch when you push them in.

“I heard that. Put the computer closer so I can listen to your fingers.” 

Nodding, you do as he says, sliding down in the bed and spreading your legs further apart so you can put the laptop between your legs, letting him hear the wet sounds as your fingers enter your wet core over and over.

“Fuck that’s it. Faster. I want you to cum for me, Domino, like the dirty girl you are.”

You whine as you curl your fingers up into yourself to find your spot, causing Woozi to fuck up harder into the toy in response. “Woozi, please….”

Glancing at the camera, sweat on his brows, he grins and raises a brow. “Please what, baby? What do you want? Tell me.” 

Your thighs tremble as you feel yourself getting closer, your eyes fixed on him as you listen to him grunt as his hips meet his hand. “I wish you could fuck me. I need you so bad. I want you so much.”

He laughs and leans his head back, his abs tightening as he groans out “Domino…” making you close your eyes, “Call me Y/N.” 

Woozi smirks and nods, “Y/N, cum for me. Fuck yourself faster. I know you can. Put your thumb on your clit. I want you to scream my name.” 

Hearing him say your name almost pushes you over the edge as you follow his commands. Your thumb presses over your clit as you rub circles over it. Your fingers moving faster and harder into your pussy, you gasp, before giving him what he wants as you scream out his name as your legs close around your hand when you cum. 

Woozi quickly follows you, hearing the sounds of your orgasm. “Fuck…oh fuck! Y/N…yes, baby.” His eyes close as yours open, letting you look at his fucked out face in awe. You had seen him after a climax many times, but this time seems different. He almost seems like he experienced bliss.

Opening his eyes, Woozi laughs and puts the toy to the side, before reaching for a tissue. He cleans some cum from his fingers and cock, before he looks at the camera shaking his head in disbelief. 

“What?” Your voice is shaky as you move to sit up once again.

“You sound like a fucking dream. I wish I could meet you for real.”

Raising a brow, you smile and shrug. “Why can’t we? Are there some camboy rules that say you can’t? 

Laughing, Woozi sits up, glancing at the time seeing 15 minutes left for the private show. “I mean, no, but I am not made of money. I can’t just go to random places to meet people.”

You smile and bite your lip and shrug. “Where do you live? I promise I’m not a crazy person. I don’t want to kill you.” 

Sliding on a pair of shorts, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs, contemplating, before nodding. “I’m in California, just outside of LA. We are almost out of time.”

You perk up at his state and smile brighter. “I’m also in California. Well, one of the houses is. Give me your number, and I’ll send you some details. I will also make it worth your time.” 

Woozi shakes his head, mouthing “one of the houses”, before picking up his phone. “You are loaded, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks burn as you laugh and pick up your own phone, waiting for him to tell you his information as he furrows his brows. “I have money, yes. As I said, I want to take care of you. Is that bad?” 

Glancing at the time, seeing a 3-minute warning, Woozi considers your offer before sitting on his bed hard in front of the camera. “Give me your number instead. Let me think it over. I’ll text you once I decide. Is that fair, Y/N?” 

Your name on his lips in a casual setting sends a chill down your spine, making you whisper yes. You tell him your number, watching him type it into his phone and hitting save as the screen flashes a warning that the show is about to end. Meeting the camera with his eyes one last time, Woozi smirks and rubs the back of his neck. “This was fun, I really will think about it.” 

You start to answer when the show ends, leaving you alone in your room. The silence is almost deafening as you lean back on the pillows, sliding your laptop away from you as you hold your phone to your chest, glancing up at your ceiling, wondering if he will text. 

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The sound of a text makes you furrow your brows as you sit on your sofa. Your attention is split between your phone and the television. You had been 3 episodes into a new show, a bottle of wine gone, certain you wouldn’t hear from Woozi, when the familiar ding on a new text went off. 

Unknown: Hey it’s Woozi. I’ve thought about your offer. It’s so tempting I can’t turn it down. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do something like this. 

Sitting up quickly, you knock off a bowl of popcorn, the show long forgotten as you quickly save his number to your phone, before responding to him with shaky hands. 

Y/N: I don’t feel like I have to do anything. I want to do it. I was serious about wanting to take care of you. We don’t even have to do anything. I would just like to meet and maybe you could do a show…and I could watch? Like I said I’ll make it worth your time. 

Woozi leans back in his office chair as he reads your text, raising a brow at your message. It was more and more tempting. He was struggling when it came to money, that was half the reason he had started the cam show in the first place. The fact that he enjoyed it so much just happened to become an added benefit. 

Woozi: Alright. When and where?

You bite your lip and kick your legs out of excitement, before taking a breath to steady yourself as you think about his question before responding. 

Y/N: Saturday, 6 pm. If you send me your address I can have a car pick you up. Doesn’t matter where. I’ll find a nice place near you for us. 

“I feel a bit like a prostitute but whatever…” Woozi mutters to himself as he scratches the back of his head, before shrugging and letting his thumbs run over the keyboard. If things got weird, he would let his friends know where he was, and he would make his way out. If he got lucky, you were hot and this would be a good time. 

Woozi: [Address attached] Seems like a lot just for a little meeting with me. Are you trying to be my sugar mama Domino? ;) 

Cheeks burning at the text, you rub your lips together and take a bit longer than intended to respond, making Woozi a bit nervous as you see bubbles pop up, marking he is writing another text. 

Woozi: It was a joke.

Y/N: I’d like to be, but please when it’s not during the show call me Y/N. 

The two messages send and are seen at the same time, making both of you take a moment before either of you respond. 

Woozi: Are you serious?

Y/N: Yes. I wasn’t kidding when I said I like to see you taken care of. Is that bad? It makes me happy. 

Woozi raises a brow as he glances at a stack of bills on his desk that even the larger tips weren’t covering before looking back at his phone. 

Woozi: What would it mean? Like would you want me to stop doing the show and just be like yours or something? I don’t know if I want that. 

You furrow your brows at his message, almost as if you can feel his hesitation. Shaking your head, you adjust yourself on the couch and pull your legs under you as you bite at your lips. 

Y/N: Not at all. I love the shows. They are hot. I like watching people go crazy over you. Why would I take away another source of your money? That's selfish, I’m not selfish Woozi. I literally said I want to take care of you. It’s nothing weird really…we can talk more about it Saturday. The car will pick you up. 

Woozi thinks about how to respond to the message when you send a kissy emoji, making him scoff into a smirk, before he just reacts to your message with a thumbs up to let you know he read it. 

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Standing in front of the mirror, Woozi pulls at the tight button up, furrowing his brows. It isn’t that he isn’t sure that he looks good. He knows he looks attractive. He has that confidence. He has been told enough times, especially by you, that he is handsome, but knowing you have so much money and what you want with him made him suddenly self-conscious. Maybe the clothes weren’t nice enough. What if you changed your mind? 

Glancing at the clock, he puffs out his cheeks before grabbing his phone, shoving it into his pocket and doing the same with his wallet and keys. Throwing a bag with his show necessities over his shoulder, Woozi sighs and checks the mirror one last time, before heading out of his apartment and down into the street. He is surprised to see a black SUV waiting on the street with a man in a suit standing next to the back door. 

“Uh hi? Is this for me?” 

With a nod, the man opens the door, and Woozi scoffs with a shrug, before getting into the back seat. He instantly takes his phone out to text a couple of his friends, telling them about the ride he is now taking to some potentially fancy place. 

Hosh: What if she’s a babe? 

Cheol: Idk why you decided to do this Jihoon. This seems reckless. 

Mingyu: You can finally pay me back the $50 bucks you owe me?

Woozi scowls at the last text and decides to delete it, before leaning his head back and glancing out the window as the man drives him into the city, towards a part he had rarely visited just due to the fact he knew he couldn’t afford half the stores in the area. 

“Hey, can you tell me the name of the place we are going to?” 

The man driving met Woozi’s eyes in the rearview mirror and sighs before speaking in a flat tone, “The Roosevelt. Ms. Y/L/N has the penthouse.” 

Woozi thought he would choke on his own spit before he swallowed it down. The driver scowls at him, before reaching back to pull open a section in the console to show drinks.

Nodding in thanks, Woozi grabs a bottle of water and twists the top open, before downing half the bottle to calm himself down, having not expected some place like The Roosevelt and the penthouse. He knows you had said some place nice, but not something that he couldn’t dream of affording. 

Picking up his cellphone, he quickly types out his new information to Hoshi and Seungcheol, deciding not to update Mingyu on anything after his last response. Woozi can’t help but smirk at their fast responses and their different opinions. 

Cheol: Who the fuck is she? A Kennedy? Jihoon…I know I said I’d come get you if you needed me to but how the hell am I supposed to get you out of The Roosevelt? 

Hosh: That is the hottest thing you have ever said to me. Hands down. If you don’t fuck her I will. Tell her if she wants a second sugar baby I am into all kinds of kinky shit. 

Woozi glances up as the car comes to a stop. His eyes look up as he leans towards the window. The sheer size of the hotel makes his eyes widen as he barely registers the door opening as the driver waits for him to get out. 

“Your keycard, sir. Ms. Y/L/N is waiting for you. You can let yourself in.” 

Grabbing his things, Woozi then looks at the gold card in the man’s hand, before taking it from him as if it were made of glass. He steps out of the vehicle and makes his way through the main doors, going towards the elevator. He can’t stop himself from glancing around in awe at the opulence of the entire decor. How it is almost too much, and yet he finds himself loving every moment of it. 

Stepping into the elevator, Woozi slides to the side as he is joined by another couple who give him a side-eye and a scoff with a quick look at his outfit, until he presses the button for the penthouse, only to be met with a prompt for his keycard. They watch him expectantly, almost as if they know he wouldn’t have one because he doesn’t belong here. He can’t help the smug smirk on his lips when their eyes follow the gold card as he slid it through the reader, and the elevator beeps recognizing the card, approving the prompt. 

“Which floor are you two going to? I can get it for you.” 

The man meets Woozi’s eyes and furrows his brows, before muttering 12th and watching as it is pressed for him.

Woozi leans back against the elevator wall, crossing his arms as he watches the numbers at the top of the door go up only to stop at the 12th. Watching the couple walk off the elevator, Woozi slides to the middle of the doors and smiles sarcastically as the doors begin to close. “Have a great night you two!” 

He can’t help but laugh as the man groans loudly when the woman on his arm hits him just as the doors close and the elevator begins to go up once again. His stomach begins to tighten slightly in anticipation. As much fun as this is, he has to admit to himself that he is nervous to meet you, and worried that you’d have the same reaction to him as the couple had given him. 

With one last ding, the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open to a single door, making Woozi mutter out a wow as he steps into a small hall, noticing it was the only door on the floor. Shaking out his hands, he shrugs his shoulders a few times, before sliding the gold card into the reader, hearing the beep. He pushes the door open, glancing around as he moves into the large foyer area. “Hello?”

You glance up from your spot on the couch. A glass of wine barely touched in your hand as you bounce your leg. You know Woozi has been working his way up for a few minutes, but your anticipation all comes to a head when you hear his voice come from just a room away. Moving to stand, you clear your throat and sit your wine down so you can smooth your dress down, moving around the couch to meet him as he enters the living area. 

Woozi is glancing up at the tall ceilings when he moves into the larger room, only glancing down as he hears a smaller “Hello, Woozi.”

A smirk is instantly on his lips as he hears your voice, until he sees you and his breath is taken away, his smooth confident exterior is broken. “Holy shit…uh, Domino? Wait I mean, Y/N? Oh my god, you are…” 

Your cheeks burn hot as Woozi’s hands extend out to gesture at you as he almost seems to panic, before moving to sit his bag down with the gold key card. “I don’t have words. Fuck…I don’t know what I imagined, but Jesus christ, you are beautiful. This doesn’t seem fair.” 

A scoff falls from your lips as you furrow your brows, moving a bit closer to Woozi as he watches your every move. “What isn’t?”

Woozi gestures around and then to himself. “You and what you want with me. I’m not…you deserve better.” 

Shaking your head, you bite your lip and glance at his bag, before looking back at him. “I said what I wanted, Woozi, and I meant it. You are even more gorgeous in person. I’m even more certain.”

He laughs and scratches the back of his head, shaking his head, before sighing as you move in touching distance from him. He wants to reach out and touch your skin. It looks so smooth and almost untouched. He can imagine leaving marks all over you. He wants to hear you scream his name again, maybe even his real name. “You can call me Jihoon…when I’m not on camera. When it’s just, you know us. That’s my real name. Lee Jihoon.”

You take one last step, and Woozi can’t help the groan that falls from his lips as he smells your perfume. You give him a soft glance, so innocent, and yet there is something in your eyes that says you want to be fucked right there and then. “Okay, Jihoon. Should we talk about terms?”

Woozi sighs out a soft breath as you say his name, reaching out to run the back of his index finger along your arm, making you shiver slightly at his touch. “Uh yeah…whatever you want.” 

You can’t help but smile at his words, before turning your hand over and offering it to him to see what he would do.

Woozi smirks a bit, raising a brow, before moving his hand over your arm, watching chill bumps spread over your skin. He takes your hand and leads you towards the couch, sitting you down in front of your wine. 

“So I don’t know a ton about how this works, but I’d like to give you an…well, we will call it an allowance at the loss of a better word. I’m thinking $10,000 a month? If that seems fair? Like I told you in text, I don’t want you to stop your shows. I enjoy them. I wouldn’t mind being there to watch some of them in person. I don’t expect you to want to sleep with me Jihoon. So if that’s something you thought I wanted, you don’t have to be. That isn’t why I asked for this arrangement. I really do want to take care of you. I just…can’t fight that urge.” 

Woozi’s eyes widen at the amount of money, before he bites his lips as he watches you talk, letting his fingers slide around your wrist, his fingers touching as he swallows hard. Did you not want to sleep with him now? Furrowing his brows, he nods and looks away, before laughing a bit and letting go of your wrist. “Okay. So you are just going to give me money for existing?”

You smile into a laugh and nod with a shrug. “Basically, I have enough. Why not spoil you?”

He laughs and leans back on the sofa putting his arm behind you before tapping out a beat onto the fabric in thought. “But you don’t want to sleep with me?”

Your cheeks go hot once again, and you look away as you pick up your wine, taking a sip and making Woozi smile at your reaction.

“Or do you? Are you being shy right now, Y/N? You can tell me.” 

You look back over to the man who had been your fantasy for months as you press the wine glass to your lips, before he sits up to take it from you, only to sit it down. “You are either overly shy with me, Y/N, or a dirty little slut. There is no inbetween with you, is there?” 

Turning your head, you are stopped as Woozi reaches up to take your chin into his hand, turning your face back to him and making you look at him. “I’ll stop if you want me to, but you act like I don’t want you, or maybe you don’t want me? Why do you watch my shows if you don’t? Cause I’m not going to lie…right now, I want to mark you up and see how good you taste, baby. Earn my keep.” 

You scoff and take in a shaky breath. “I just don’t want you to think I’m paying you for sex, Jihoon. That’s not what this was about.”

Woozi laughs and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, glancing at your legs as you rub your thighs together. “You’ve made that clear, and I believe you, but I still think you want me to ravage your little cunt.” 

Woozi smirks as he pulls down at your bottom lip, making you gasp when your mouth falls open for him. “I accept your terms only if we explore this. See what happens…because baby, I have to have you. You are just too sweet.” 

All you can do is nod as you meet his eyes, watching him nod back to you, before his mouth is on your throat. Your eyes close as you let out a soft moan, making Woozi smirk against your skin as his kisses work up your neck and to your jaw, and finally your lips as he pulls you closer with his free hand by your waist.

“Now you said you wanted to watch me do a show? How bout you be a good girl and get out of this dress while I set up my camera?” 

You try to catch your breath as you feel his fingers slide your zipper down your back, before he moves off the couch to grab his bag, taking out a small tripod and camera glancing back at you. “Where is the bedroom, baby girl?”

Gesturing to the right, you lick your lips and move to stand as you shake, making Woozi grin as he leaves you to regain your composure so he can set up for his show. 

Finding his way into a large bedroom, Woozi can’t help but laugh to himself at how nice it all is. Sitting the tripod down on a dresser, he moves into the room and runs his hand over the bedding, shivering at how soft the comforter is. He can’t help but cringe at the idea of sleeping on his itchy bedding at home after being spoiled like this. 

Shaking his head, Woozi glances around, figuring out the best place for his camera, framing it up the bed. He is unsure where this would all lead, but he wants to leave his options open in case you want to join him.

Glancing up at the sound of your heels, his breath is taken away once again as he sees you in just your red lingerie. Running a hand over his mouth, Woozi can’t help but palm his jeans with his other hand, muttering to himself. 

“I...holy shit. Did you wear this just for me? Alright, so I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. How about we use the color system, okay, baby? Red if things are uncomfortable or you don’t want it. Yellow if you want me to slow down or if you want a break. Green if you are good to go. The only thing I want is for you to answer me if I ask for a color. Can you do that for me?” 

You watch Woozi move one of the chairs next to his camera that he has set up on an end table at the end of the bed, before he moves to you, putting his hand on your hip and running his thumb along the band of your panties. You nod, and he shakes his head. “I need words, no nodding or shaking your head. I won’t accept that. Verbal consent only. So you answer me when I talk to you.” 

Woozi gives you a look, lowering his head as you swallow a breath, before licking your lips. “Yes, I understand.”

Smiling, he bites at his bottom lip, glancing at your lips and tongue, before taking a step back to give you a once over as he shakes his head. “Sit down for me. I’ll tell you what I want you to do. Just like in any other show, only I can watch you this time. You can inspire everyone else with your good behavior.” 

Sitting down, you cross your legs as you watch Woozi take a step back, moving to his camera. He takes out his laptop to open the svthub website and makes sure everything is perfect, before he presses the go live button. He smirks when he hears the sound of your phone going off in the next room to signal you got his notification. “My good girl even has her notifications turned on for me?” 

You suck on your bottom lip and nod, only to see him raise a brow in warning. “Yes, I do.”

He smiles as you answer him out loud, before sitting down on the end of the bed and glancing at his laptop as comments begin to flood in with tips. 

“You’re right, I’m not in my room. I’m somewhere special with a special guest. You are going to be nice to my special guest, aren’t you?” 

You watch Woozi smirk as he works a few buttons open on his shirt, making you suck on your bottom lip as he meets your eyes, before looking at the camera for a moment, before reading more comments. 

“It’s going to be the same as always…maybe a bit more exciting. We will see how it goes.” You listen to him laugh as he shrugs the tight shirt off his shoulders, exposing his muscles to the light in the room.

You know he is built, but you could never really make out the details with his camera quality. You make a mental note to get him something nicer, so that everyone could understand just how perfect he is. 

Shifting in your seat, you draw Woozi’s attention, making him tsk. “Don’t move, baby. Not until I say so.”

You lick your lips and nod, before letting out a meek, “Okay.” Your hands grip the arms of the chair as Woozi tosses his shirt to the floor and leans back, his eyes staying on you for a moment as he almost seems to study you. It seems like only the sounds of tips bring him back to the laptop as he smirks and laughs sucking on his cheek. 

“I might. We will see what she wants to do. See how shy she is. If she is a good girl and feels comfortable…” 

You furrow your brows curious at what he is talking about, only able to use your imagination as to what the comments are saying.

Woozi’s hands move to his jeans undoing them as his eyes move back to yours as he tilts his head. “What’s that look for? Don’t like not being able to know what I’m talking about? You want to know what I’ve already figured out about you? You want control, hence our little arrangement, and yet you want to be completely out of control. You want someone to control you, don’t you, baby girl? Isn’t that why you like my show?” 

Woozi watches your breasts rise and fall quickly as your breath quickens at his questions. He is hitting the nail right on the head, reading you like a book. “Answer me. I won’t ask twice. We talked about this.” 

“You are right.” 

He makes a sound of acknowledgment as he stands, pushing his jeans past his hips, leaving him in just his briefs. The outline of his hard cock makes your mouth water. Woozi isn’t oblivious to how you are looking at him. Instead, he laughs and turns to the side, running his hand over his bulge, showing the camera with raised brows. 

“I think she’s hungry, but she doesn’t deserve anything just yet. Color?” 

You are brought back to attention at his question as you meet his eyes when he sits down, his hand lazily running over his shaft through the thin fabric.

“Green…” You press your thighs together, trying your best to give yourself some stimulation, only for his eyes to drop to your lap as he shakes his head. 

“I want to see that pretty little pussy. Take off your panties and give them to me, then spread your legs nice and wide. I can’t have you breaking rules and getting off before I say so.” 

You whine to Woozi’s words, before moving to slide your shoes off and putting them to the side, so you can easily stand and step out of your panties. You hold them out, but Woozi makes no effort to move from where he is to take them from you.

Glancing towards the camera, you feel your cheeks flush as you move slightly into the frame, keeping your face hidden as you hand them to him. You move back to your chair, sitting down and slowly spreading your legs for him like you were told. 

Smirking, Woozi twists your panties around his fingers, before showing them to the camera. “She knows how much I love red, but fuck…” His eyes move back over to you as he seems to eye fuck your glistening folds from where he is sitting. “Seeing that pussy knowing it’s mine…I could lose my shit right now. It is mine, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, it’s yours, Woozi.” 

He laughs, biting at his bottom lip with a nod, before putting your panties down on the bed beside him as he leans back on his elbows, watching you. “I want everyone to follow along with our pretty baby tonight. Can you do that for me? Can you all be good little girls tonight?” 

You watch as he glances at the laptop, a grin spreading over his face as he nods and tips start pouring in. “They love this. I might never do a show alone again.” His eyes meet yours as your thighs tremble. “She’s suffering, I think she’s starving to be touched. Are you starving?” 

He nods and pouts in faux concern before laughing. “All my pretty little sluts are so needy. They are all just like you, baby. I bet they are dripping.” Woozi tilts his head and sucks in a breath as he watches you literally drip onto the cushion under you. 

“I can’t wait to taste every last drop of you. Play with your clit, beautiful. I can see you are in pain.” 

You lick your lips, before licking your fingertips and doing as you are told, rubbing them around your clit, making yourself jump at the sudden contact. “Woozi...”

He raises a brow and bites his lip in response, before he glances at the laptop and reads the comments. “Louder, baby. They want to hear your pretty little moans. They said you sound sexy. They are right. Put your middle finger inside. I bet that needy little pussy will swallow it right up.” 

Woozi leans forward as you follow his instructions, and he watches your middle finger disappear into your core. Your moan fills the room, echoed by his soft groan as he grips at his cock through his underwear. “I was right, but it’s not enough, is it, baby girl?” 

You whine out a no as you curl the single finger into your core, trying to get more pleasure, wishing he would just touch you himself.

Woozi moves his hips up, sliding his briefs down and letting his cock spring back up to his stomach as he leans back slightly. Your eyes follow it out of instinct making him smirk. 

“Oh no, you don’t get this yet, but you can have another finger. Just one more, that’s a good girl. Such a good listener.” 

Watching his hand lazily slide over his cock, you whine out his name once more, before moaning loud enough for the camera, making his brows furrow. “Such a pretty sound. Are you moaning for me too?” His eyes are on the camera as he speaks, before glancing at the laptop and nodding to the comments with approval. 

“But you don’t get to cum until I let our baby cum. I think that’s only fair. She’s trying so hard to listen to me. Aren’t you?” 

You nod and curl your fingers in deep, moaning out a louder yes, making Woozi fuck up into his hand with a groan. “Shit…that’s my girl. Keep that up, and I’m gonna have to fuck you in front of everyone. Would you like that? You’d get off on it wouldn’t you?” 

He smirks at your reaction as your fingers slow down, but your breath quickens. “Color?” 

You take a moment as he leans forward with a questioning look on his face, waiting for your answer. “Your back can be to the camera the entire time, and you can say no. I won’t be mad. So tell me your color. I won’t ask again.” 

Licking your lips, you look at his hand around his shaft as he runs his thumb over his head, making himself hiss out a soft “shit…” as he waits for you to consider his proposal. Nodding, you slide your fingers from between your legs and take a breath, “Green, yes.” 

“That’s my good girl.” Woozi slides back on the bed, bringing the laptop with him, before putting his hand out for you. “Come have a seat, baby girl.”

Your cheeks warm slightly as you move past the camera and crawl over the bed, knowing your ass is exposed to the camera, but the sudden increase in tips makes your confidence soar as Woozi’s hands reach for your face as your legs move on either side of his. 

“Look at how well you are taking care of me…now, let me take care of you. You want me to wear a condom?” 

His lips meet yours as you shake your head no and your eyes close, one hand sliding along your side to your hip as he moves you over his hips. You moan about being on the pill and trusting him into the kiss, feeling his hand move between your legs, a calloused thumb pressing against your clit in slow circles. 

“Okay, baby. You like that?” 

Nodding, you whine a yes against his lips, only to lift your hips as you feel him lineup his tip with your entrance and move a hand back to your hip to slowly lower you down. The stretch almost sends you over the edge instantly as you feel almost overly full. “Woozi, oh my god. Wait, yellow.” 

His brows furrow as he looks up at you, running a hand over your cheek. He waits until you nod and mutter that you are okay to move. “You sure? Color?” 

“Green now. Please move. I need you. I just needed a second.” You roll your hips over him, making him throw his head back into a laugh as he nods.

“Okay, okay I get it. Bra off, now.”

You nod and reach behind your back, undoing the clasp as his hands move to pull down the straps as his hips begin to slowly thrust up, meeting your movements. 

Your soft moans are almost overshadowed by his groans, until his mouth is on your skin when your breasts are exposed to him. You can’t help but lean your head back in ecstasy as he starts leaving red marks over your chest as he imagined earlier. Running your hands through his hair, you pull gently, causing a low growl to erupt from his throat as he glances up at you, before running his tongue around your nipple. 

“Careful, kitten…I’ll leave you red all over if you start.” 

You smirk slightly, making him narrow his eyes playfully. He bites down, making you cry out into a moan. A laugh falls from his lips, before his hands grip your hips as his hips begin to piston upwards, making you lose your breath in surprise as you grip at his shoulders to almost try to hold on to reality. 

“I think you’d like that. Waking up tomorrow and looking in the mirror, seeing red and blue spots all over your pretty skin. Wouldn’t you?” 

You nod, not answering verbally, causing Woozi to growl again as he thrusts up hard, making you gasp out a yes. “Yes I want that, please. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. Please!” 

Woozi groans at your pleading, his head falling back against the headboard as you moan so beautifully for him, as you beg so sweetly for him. “Yeah? You wanna cum?” 

“Yes, please can I cum?” 

Glancing at the laptop, Woozi laughs and bites at his lip hard, before taking a breath to calm himself down. He is close, but he wants to hold out to give you what you want. “They want you to cum too. They want to see your cum running down my cock. I want to see that too. Cum for me, baby girl.” 

His thumb presses over your clit, rubbing hard as he thrusts hard, and you can’t hold on any longer, even if you wanted to try. The pressure that had been building releases hard enough to make your head spin as you hold on to his arms, digging your nails into his skin as you moan loudly. 

Woozi gasps as your walls tighten around him, sending him over the edge. A few hard thrusts into your orgasm, he spills into you with a loud groan, careful not to say your name as his hands dig into your hips hard enough to leave bruises, like your nails would surely leave on him. 

As you slowly stop moving, Woozi's hands loosen their grip, only to begin rubbing gentle circles in the place of the tight vice-like grip, as he laughs and tries to catch his breath. “Holy shit…” 

You smile down at him, before laying your forehead on his shoulder, feeling him kiss your ear. The action sends a chill down your spine and causes a soft gasp to fall from your lips.

Smirking, he leaves a few more kisses below your ear, before moving your hair and turning your head to bring your lips to his, before speaking against them. 

“My good girl.” 

You laugh and nod, nudging your nose against his, before biting at your lip, thinking about your arrangement as you dare to tease him. “You keep calling me pet names, with our…deal, does that mean I get to call you my baby?” 

Woozi growls into a smirk, bringing his hand down hard on your ass and leaving a bright red mark that sends the chat into a frenzy, tips coming in quickly as he mutters against your lips. “No, but you can call me daddy.” 

“Okay, daddy.” 

He grins into the kiss, before he slides from you, letting you lay on your stomach on the bed as he winks at the camera. “Thanks for coming to the show and being such good girls. Maybe I can talk her into joining me again, since you enjoyed it so much. I think she did too.” 

You moan softly as he runs a hand over your warm ass where his handprint was still visible, before he laughs again and reaches to turn off the camera, ending the show for the night with a wiggle of his brows. “I love seeing her all red.”

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[wonwussy]

Present Hauntings [pt1]

the graphic above was edited by @chogiwapadada​ do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; jeon wonwoo x afab reader

genre; exes/enemies to lovers, eventual smut (minors dni because i don’t need you sticking around for the smut that will come thank you), crack humor, suggestive

notes/warnings; dumbass boy shit, lots of swearing because this is real life and swearing is fun, alcohol consumption, arguments… more to follow in further parts (YES THERE WILL BE MORE PARTS because i hate myself)

word count; 4100 and some change

Soonyoung glanced down at the flyer in his hand, before back up at the open gate in front of him and his friends. “Who has a party in a graveyard when it’s not Halloween?” he asked, scrunching his nose.

Wonwoo shoves his hands into his jean pockets and shrugs, tipping his head back to read the name of the graveyard. “I think they missed the perfect opportunity to call it “Raveyard Bash”,” he commented, grinning crookedly at his best friend, Mingyu. “Other good options would have been “Boneyard Ball”, “Necropolis Social”, or–”

“”Orgy at the Crypt”,” Mingyu cut in, receiving laughs from a few within the group.

“At least that sounds interesting. Grabs the attention. “Party at the Cemetery” isn’t very creative,” Wonwoo added with another shrug.

Soonyoung rolled his eyes and tucked the flyer back into his pants pocket. “All I’m saying is having a party at a graveyard in the middle of the summer seems stupid. It’s a Halloween thing,” he pointed out.

“One would argue that all your tiger striped button ups are for Halloween too, but here we are,” Seungkwan shot back, tugging at the collar of Soonyoung’s shirt.

Soonyoung reached back to smack at his hand, causing Seungkwan to reach out and smack Soonyoung back.

“Kiss and make up already,” Mingyu muttered as he pushed past the pair, Wonwoo in tow right behind him.

“If I’m kissing anyone tonight, it’s going to be Vernon!” Seungkwan protested loudly as Soonyoung made a face at Mingyu’s back.

Vernon blinked at his words, as if snapping out of a daze. “Wait, what?”

Mingyu and Wonwoo laughed as the other three trailed behind them, Soonyoung and Seungkwan still arguing in hushed tones. Mingyu glanced at Wonwoo and slung an arm around his shoulders. “You know, “Boneyard Orgy” would have been a good one too. Get it? Because “bone” and “orgy”?”

Wonwoo snorted and pushed Mingyu gently as he laughed and stepped back. “You’re a child.”

“Maybe, but you still found it funny,” Mingyu said smugly.

He couldn’t argue with that fact and shook his head a little. “Just don’t get scared if zombies start rising from the graves,” Wonwoo teases.

Mingyu instantly looked distraught with the idea, glancing around as they wove their way between headstones. “Fuck, Wonwoo. Why did you have to go and say that?” he whined as he sidestepped a grave. “Fucking hate zombies.”

Soonyoung grinned, his teeth bared as he grabbed at Mingyu’s waist in an effort to scare him. He laughed when the bigger man flinched, reaching up to pat his back. “Don’t worry. They only go for people with brains,” he joked.

Mingyu frowned and shoved Soonyoung, causing him to bump into Seungkwan. “I have more brains than you,” he shot back.

Wonwoo couldn’t help but laugh as Seungkwan shoved Soonyoung back into Mingyu, which resulted in Soonyoung and Seungkwan starting up another argument between them. This was a normal Friday night for them, and Wonwoo wouldn’t have it any other way.

It wasn’t long before they finally reached a small clearing between headstones, a Bluetooth speaker blasting EDM music next to a couple of kegs. It wasn’t a large number of people, maybe twenty or thirty from what Wonwoo could tell, but most seemed to be well on their way to being drunk.

“Drink!” Soonyoung announced the minute they reached the fringes of the party, his arms raised over his head. Head bopping to the music, he could never keep still when there was music playing, he crossed over to the keg for his beverage.

Seungkwan sighed as he watched Soonyoung, though a small smile was tugging at his lips. “None of us are keeping up with him tonight,” he commented, before following after the older boy.

Vernon rolled his eyes as he reached up to adjust his beanie. “None of us, except Seungkwan.” He paused as he glanced at Mingyu and Wonwoo. “If he kisses me, I’m blaming you two,” he warned as he turned to walk backwards towards the keg. “It’s your fault.”

Wonwoo simply grinned at Vernon and shrugged one shoulder. “It’d be worth it,” he called after Vernon, receiving another eye roll as he turned forward.

“I’m going to go find Jihoon,” Mingyu said, before slipping his way into the crowd, leaving Wonwoo by himself.

Not that Wonwoo minded. He usually chose to stay on the edges of the party to people watch. He would eventually have a drink in his hand, though he rarely got drunk since he was more often than not the designated driver.

He noticed a small pocket of his friends dancing across from him. It wasn’t a surprise that Joshua, Seungcheol, and Jeonghan had made it here before the rest of them, already surrounded by several girls who were swooning over their good looks. They were just clumped together, but Wonwoo could see Soonyoung’s tiger striped shirt in the middle, a drink in his hand as he danced.

Wonwoo tugged the sleeves of his navy sweatshirt down over his hands and started making his way towards a small bench at the base of a tree nearby. He grinned at Mingyu and Jihoon as he passed them, giving a small wave to the pair.

He reached the bench and paused when something, or rather someone, caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He slowly turned in a circle, his eyes searching the crowd of people, and stopped short when he saw you.

You, standing there in your seafoam green sundress that hit right above your knees, without a care in the world. Your head tipped back in laughter as your braid slid off your near bare shoulder. You and your tan skin, which seemed to glow in the setting sun. The very picture of a summer beauty, even if you were surrounded by headstones and tipsy party goers.

A spark of arousal shot through Wonwoo. Which only made the anger that followed burn that much hotter. He scowled and ran a hand over his mouth, his mood quickly shifting into a darker one. He couldn’t believe you had the nerve to show up to his party. Granted, it wasn’t actually his party… if he had thought about it, he wasn’t sure who was really throwing it… but that wasn’t the point. You were there, and he was there, and one of you was going to have to leave. Wonwoo knew it wasn’t going to be him.

He shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pocket and started to stalk over, when he felt a hand on his hood pull him back. He let out a strangled noise and whipped around to see Mingyu standing there, shaking his head. “What the hell?”

“You are not going to start drama,” he said simply as he dropped his hold on the fabric.

Wonwoo huffed and turned back to look at you. “I wasn’t going to. I was just going to strongly suggest that she leave.”

Mingyu took a sip of his drink and shook his head again. “You’re not doing that either. You’re going to leave her be, and you’re going to enjoy this party.” He paused as he shoved the rest of his drink into Wonwoo’s chest. “Drink. And be merry.”

He swiped the drink from Mingyu’s hand and tipped it back, draining the rest of the cup easily. He made a face as he handed it back to his friend, shaking his head a little. “That tasted like piss water.”

“Cheap beer. Easy drunk,” he replied with a half shrug. “There might be someone running around with a flask, if you want something harder.”

Wonwoo glanced around, before his eyes landed on Seungcheol. Bingo. He had to have some Bacardi on him. He tugged his hood up over his head and stared at his feet as he walked, not wanting to chance making eye contact with you.

He managed to weave his way through the growing crowd, sliding up to the older man’s side noiselessly. He nudged Seungcheol’s arm, causing his friend to jump slightly in surprise. “Give me a drink,” he said, leaning over closer to him to be heard over the music.

Seungcheol looked confused, before pointing towards the keg. “Get it yourself! It’s over there.”

“No. Your flask. I know you have one.”

Seungcheol studied Wonwoo’s face for a moment, before letting out a resigned sigh. He reached into his back pocket and produced a silver flask, which had a small cherry bunch engraved on the front. “Try not to drink it all. That’s all I have for the whole night,” he told him.

Wonwoo unscrewed the cap and tipped it back, taking a long gulp. He grimaced as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, recapping the flask. He didn’t say anything as he handed it back and pulled in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Joshua, who had been watching the exchange, furrowed his brows in confusion. “What’s the problem?” he asked as he leaned closer to Wonwoo. He could tell something was off about the man, but wasn’t sure what it was.

Glancing around again, to make sure you were still hanging around, Wonwoo bounced a little on the balls of his feet. He wasn’t sure he wanted to say anything at all about you being there, but if the others knew, maybe they could provide a better buffer. Mingyu couldn’t hang around him the whole night trying to keep him in line.

“She’s here,” he replied finally, looking back at the pair.

Confusion crossed their faces at Wonwoo’s words, looking around to see who he meant. They both spotted you at the same time, dancing with a couple of your girlfriends with a drink in your hand. Their mouths formed a small “o” of recognition as they looked back at Wonwoo, eyebrows raised. “Do you want to leave? I can take the others home later if you do,” Joshua asked in concern.

Wonwoo shook his head as he looked back at you, his eyes following your curves as you moved to the music. “No. I’m not letting her chase me out of here. I’ll just… avoid her,” he said, though he wasn’t sure how easy that was going to be.

Seungcheol looked skeptical at Wonwoo’s words, before shrugging one shoulder. “As long as you don’t start any fights. Please.”

“I won’t. Can’t promise I won’t finish any though,” he mumbled. He turned from the pair and started walking away without another word, leaving them wary of how the night would actually go.

Joshua watched Wonwoo disappear and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This might be a disaster,” he muttered into his plastic cup of cheap beer.

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You let out a half laugh as you manage to stumble away from your group of friends, claiming you needed some air. You assured them you were fine, though they didn’t fight you too hard on you wandering away. They had their eyes, and hands, on whomever they were looking to go home with that night. Your best friend was currently trying to get the attention of Soonyoung, but he was nearing too far gone to notice.

You were a little unsteady on your feet as you made your way further from the party. As soon as you noticed Wonwoo skulking around, skulking was the best way to describe it, your alcohol intake increased just enough for you to get a decent buzz going. You had felt his eyes on you several times, probably glaring, but you were determined not to let him “ruffle your feathers”, as your grandmother would have said.

Glancing around, a stained glass of the back window of a family mausoleum caught your eye, and you came to a stop in front of it. You could see a small light flickering inside, and you leaned over to try and peer through one of the smaller panes that was busted out of the design.

“What are you doing?”

The unexpected deep voice startled you, causing you to let out a shriek and stumble backwards. You were more unsteady than you thought, and you landed flat on your back, coughing as the air was knocked out of your lungs. “Fuck,” you groaned, blinking your eyes open as you tried to catch your breath.

You weren’t sure who you had expected to find staring down at you, but it certainly wasn’t your ex-boyfriend. You instantly narrowed your eyes at him in a glare, only to have it returned in kind. “What are you doing creeping up on me?” you demanded as you pushed yourself into a seated position.

Wownoo scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched you. “I wasn’t creeping up on you,” he denied, and you could practically hear his eyes roll. “You’re the one who is creeping around some family’s tomb.”

“I wasn’t creeping around.” You paused as you struggled to your feet, no thanks to him, and leaned over to brush your legs off. “I saw a light,” you added as you straightened and turned to face him.

Wonwoo’s eyes snapped back up to your face when you turned, unable to help how they traveled down your backside and legs a moment before, and raised an eyebrow at you. “A light. Right. Ghosts coming out to play or something?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, and you shook your head at him. “Ha. Ha. Whatever. You don’t have to believe me, and I don’t have to convince you,” you muttered under your breath.

You smoothed down your hair and adjusted your dress, stopping when you realized he was still standing there and watching you. “You can go away now,” you told him, waving your hands at him to go.

“Why should I? It’s a free graveyard. I can stand where I want, can’t I?” he shot back.

You folded your arms over your chest, mirroring his stance, and shook your head. “I was here first. You snuck up on me. This is my area of peace,” you argued. “So, go away.”

He snorted and ran a hand through his hair as you spoke. “You clearly haven’t changed. Still a self-entitled bitch who thinks she owns whatever she wants,” he spat as he took a couple steps closer to you.

Your mouth dropped open at his words, and he knew he struck a nerve. Normally, he’d care, but tonight was different. Whether it was the alcohol, the unresolved anger that had been simmering towards you after the break-up, or the fact that he felt the night had been soured by your presence in the first place. He just didn’t care what he said, he just wanted to press your buttons.

You nearly stamped your feet as you closed the gap between the pair of you, reaching up to poke his chest. “And you are the same self-righteous asshole who really only cares about himself,” you growl, not realizing how close you are to him. That is until you can smell the familiar scent of his cologne, and your resolve nearly falters. He still smelled so damn good.

“I’m the asshole? You’re the one who broke up with me! I think that makes you the asshole!”

“I did it because you, Jeon Wonwoo, are the asshole! You still can’t see it all these months later!”

And he was kissing you.

Before you could stop him or protest, his hand was on the back of your head and his lips had crashed to yours. His other hand pressed flat to the small of your back, holding you to him. You can feel his fingers curl into the fabric of your dress as your brain screams at you to push him away.

Instead, you kissed him back. Your hands are fisted into his hair as you deepened the kiss further, practically melting into him. His tongue tangled with yours as he started to walk you backwards until you hit the wall of the mausoleum, his hand leaving your back to brace himself against the stone.

Part of you knew you should let him go, push him back and get away, but he felt too good. His lips on yours, the taste of whatever liquor he had been drinking, his thigh slotted between your legs. It all felt too good, and you were just desperate for more.

His one hand was still holding your head, as if you’d try to run, and he pulled back just enough to pull in a quick breath. He tipped your head to the side as his lips slipped down your jaw and to your neck, heading to the one spot he knew so well. He slid his hand down from your head and to your thigh, pushing up the skirt of your dress as his fingers curled into your skin.

A quiet whimper escaped you as his lips trailed over your neck, and you could feel him smirk against you. You wanted more, almost needed it. You slipped your fingers underneath his sweatshirt and hooked them into the band of his jeans, tugging him even closer to you.

Both of you were so lost in each other, you didn’t hear the sound of a twig snapping nearby as Jihoon approached the two of you. “Wonwoo, I’m gonna ta- oh, shit. Sorry!” he exclaimed when he realized what was happening.

You leaned your head back against the wall behind you as Wonwoo’s hand fell from your leg, both of you breathing hard. You licked your lips and glanced at Jihoon over Wonwoo’s shoulder, who was just staring at the two of you in disbelief. “I.. better go,” you muttered, before slipping away from Wonwoo.

You didn’t look back as you heard Wonwoo speak to Jihoon, silently cursing yourself. You rubbed your forehead and frowned, wondering how you could have let yourself get that far. You almost had sex with your ex against a mausoleum in a graveyard. Maybe you should swear off drinking.

You definitely needed to swear off Wonwoo.

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Wonwoo groaned as he rolled out of his bed, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. He had a splitting headache, and wanted to stay in bed, but noises from inside his apartment had forced him to get up. He yawned as he shuffled out of his bedroom and down the hall, pausing when he realized Soonyoung was still passed out on the couch. “You know, with as much noise as you’re making, I’m surprised he’s still asleep,” he muttered to his roommate as he crossed to the breakfast bar to sit on a stool.

Jun glanced up from the cupboard he was digging in and shrugged. “I’m hungry. Not my fault he passed out on our couch,” he replied, before pulling out a pot with a soft “gotcha”. He set the pot on the stove and nodded towards the coffee maker. “It’s fresh. And he’ll probably wake up when he smells food. He’s always hungry after he drinks.”

Wonwoo yawned as he nodded and headed to the coffee maker, pouring himself a mug. “Jihoon could have gotten him in his own apartment. How did he end up here again?”

“You said ‘I got him’, and bridal carried him in,” Jun recalled with a smirk. “It was rather cute. I have some pictures if you want to see.”

Wonwoo made a face and shook his head, taking a large gulp of his coffee as he sat down. “I’m never drinking again.”

Jun chuckled as he started throwing stuff into the pot, shaking his head a little. “I feel like I’ve heard that before, but you never follow through,” he teased.

Wonwoo opened his mouth to say something back when he stopped, hearing a loud groan from the couch behind him. “Morning, Tiger Tits,” he greeted loudly, not bothering to turn around as he took another sip of his coffee.

Soonyoung groaned again and rolled off the couch, hitting the ground with a thud. “I’m hungry,” he mumbled as he pushed himself up into a seated position.

“I’m making food. There’s coffee,” Jun replied simply, holding back his laughter. “Have a good time last night?”

Soonyoung ignored the question as he stood and padded into the kitchen. He stopped when he saw Wonwoo and turned to stare at him.

Wonwoo blinked at him, his mug lifted halfway to his mouth. “Can I help you?”

“Did I hear right when Jihoon asked if you were making out with your ex?”

Wonwoo nearly choked as Jun whipped around at Soonyoung’s words. “You did what?!” he demanded. “How drunk were you?”

“I didn’t–” Wonwoo stopped and sighed, running a hand over his face. “I wasn’t that drunk… maybe. And I wasn’t making out with my ex. Jihoon doesn’t know what he saw, and should probably learn to keep his mouth shut,” he muttered into his coffee, praying neither one would catch on to the lie.

Soonyoung studied Wonwoo for a moment and shrugged, before pouring himself some coffee. “If you say so. I did always like her though,” he replied as he shuffled back out to the living room. “She made this place smell better,” he added, receiving a hum of agreement from Jun.

Silence fell over the three men, before Soonyoung broke it a few moments later. “Did you call me Tiger Tits?” he asked, causing Jun to laugh loudly into the pot on the stove.

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“You did what?!” your best friend nearly shouted at you over the phone, causing you to wince and hold the phone further from your ear.

You had just woken up to a barrage of texts and calls to make sure you were okay. After scurrying away from Wonwoo and Jihoon, with what felt like your tail between your legs, you had gotten an uber back to your parents’ house. And now you were laying in your childhood bedroom, nursing a hangover and regret, while your best friend fired a million questions at you.

“Fuck, Min-Hee. Shut up for a second. You’re not making my headache any better,” you mumbled, tugging a pillow over your eyes. You groan and close your eyes as Min-Hee apologized through her demands, resisting the urge to toss your phone to the floor.

“Tell me everything! What happened after you left us?” she asked, finally allowing enough time for you to speak.

You let out a long breath, though it sounded more like a groan, and shook your head. “I don’t know. One minute we’re at each other's throats, arguing over god knows what… and the next, he’s got me up against a mausoleum, with his hand going up my dress.”

A squeal left Min-Hee, and you winced at the sound. “Holy shit. So, are you two back together? Did you hook up? What happened?” she rattled off.

“No, we aren’t back together. No, we didn’t hook up, thank god. I don’t want to get back together with him,” you answered, though part of you felt like it was a lie. You quickly smothered that part, not wanting to let it take hold in your head. “Jihoon found us, and we stopped. I didn’t stick around after that.”

She huffed into the phone at the information, and started mumbling. “If Jihoon knows, then Soonyoung definitely knows. So, it only stands to reason that the rest of the guys will know, and then our friends are going to know.” She paused and let out a snort. “Well, if you wanted to keep it a secret, no chance of that now.”

You let out another groan and kick your legs a little under the blanket. “Great. Just what I need. Why are all of you still friends anyway? It’s made it that much harder to avoid him,” you grumble as you push the pillow off your face.

“Well, we didn’t break up with Wonwoo, you did. Though, none of us know why. You two were practically perfect for each other,” she muttered under her breath. “Besides, his friends are cool. And hot. I’m still hoping I can get Soonyoung into my pants.”

You rolled your eyes as she spoke, though you were fighting a small grin. “I’m sure you can. But Wonwoo and I were not perfect for each other. We fought a lot, and it always seemed to get ugly.”

Min-Hee huffed again, and you can practically hear her eyes roll into the back of your head from your bedroom. “You should have asked for Soonyoung in the divorce. Then maybe I wouldn’t have to work so hard to get him naked,” she whined.

“You know, when you finally sleep with him, you may end up super disappointed. What if he isn’t that good in bed? Or worse, he’s a furry?” you teased with a laugh.

“First of all, I’m really glad to know you think I have a chance. Second, you’ve seen him move his hips. There’s no way he’s bad at sex. Finally, I can totally overlook him being a furry. He’s fucking hot.”

#wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo x afab reader #wonwoo x reader #seventeen fic #wonwoo fic #svt fic #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #wonwoo fanfic #present hauntings

[thesagebrushkid]

AI Art Question Answered

People ask me about my view point on AI ART and so here it is:

1) If you use AI to create images (the proper term is IMAGES, NOT ART) Then you are lazy, a thief and essentially a murderer. You are also an advocate of Satan and all divine powers of evil.

2) If you do not list the images you are posting as rendered by AI, you are a liar.

3) If you render AI images and post them but do not have a profile filled out, you are a coward.

4) If you claim you cannot draw and that's why you use AI to create images, you are a karen and a bullshit artist of the highest degree.

5) If you ask me to forgive you because you feel you can create "art" by "uttering a few words to a computer" the answer is no. You are a pathetic karen of a life form and you deserve no forgiveness. If that's the only way you can create then becomes a writer and leave the REAL art to REAL ARTISTS. if you REALLY want some art made, PAY A REAL ARTIST. Sorry if it takes more than 15 seconds to get done. but you are not the center of the universe.

6) If you call yourself an "artist" and what you create is "art" then you are a moron and need to go back to school and learn what art is.

7) If you call yourself my friend and say you support my art and career but go behind my back and use AI, you are a two-faced bastard.

8) If you use AI to create any form of porn or sexual fetish images, you are a pervert, mentally deranged and need serious intervention. Not to mention a Boy/Girlfriend.

9) If you consider "INSPIRATION" and "THEFT" as meaning one of the same thing, in the terms of "AI ART" (or anything for that matter) then you are a totally uneducated buffoon for not even knowing the different meanings of the two words and need to go back to school.

10) If you live in the USA and render AI images, then sign them and put them up for sale, you are (as of the latest governing laws of 2024) committing a crime and officially labelled a criminal in all forms of the word.

11) If you print out AI images and host them at a convention or museum as ART, then you are not only a liar, criminal and a thief, but you are a pathetic piece of wasted air and flesh that needs to be (censored)

12) If you claim your ADHD or Dyslexia prevents you from learning to draw, you are a pathetic narcissistic sot. There have been great painters throughout history with mental and physical problems bigger than yours. So, cry me another river KAREN!

13) If you put a watermark on AI images, you are a serious piece of shit and are ignorant about the laws currently in play against "AI art."

14) If you hide your AI image and ask for a donation to see them, you are breaking the law and need to be arrested.

15) If you tell your computer to render the image a God or any other religious figure head, you are a sinner and breaking your own faith's moral codes. Remove yourself from the world of the living please.

16) If you use an AI program to render images of any Aboriginal or Native People from anywhere in the world, you are an immoral turd fest and no better than the people that treated them centuries ago.

17) If all you do is render images of underage boys and nothing more (clothed or not), you are a Pedophile and you need to have your member, and hands chopped off with a dull axe and locked away for life.

18) If you use AI to create images to spread hate, lies, fear and violence to people you are prejudice against, you are just the product of Satan's seed and a Daemonette's egg. From Hell you were born and back to Hell you WILL go.

19) If you claim that you are "expressing yourself" with AI art", you are an asswipe. You are lying to yourself and no, you are not expressing yourself. Expressing yourself comes from inside yourself and artistic talent, be it traditional art, music, or dance. It comes from inside you; your heart, mind and soul. You are not expressing yourself; you are lying to yourself.

20) If you dare utter "what is the harm?" you are inhuman and you deserved to be dragged into the street and (censored). Today 4/2/2024 NYC is starting to post AI art on subway tunnels and on billboards. That alone has taken jobs away from 52 REAL ARTISTS, not to mention food off the tables for their families, utilities unpaid, rents and mortgages unpaid. But I guess you do not care if kids go hungry. Just do not complain where you see more people living on the street because YOU PUT THEM THERE.

21) If you say you do not have the mind to learn art, then you are a born looser. If you were able to graduate HS, College, learn to drive a car, restore some old furniture, do laundry on your own and play sports, you can learn to draw. you are just a lazy looser looking for any reason to cheat your way through life.

22) If you know all this and do it anyway you are a monster.

==============================================

In short, AI art is NOT ART and never will be ART. Art can only be created by human beings. No other creature on this planet. Art is the product of imagination, study, time, practice, technique, style, control and love. Art is not JUST expressing yourself, it's the ability to step back and look at the completed work and gain a sense of accomplishment, be its good or bad. And from that completed work, we learned how to improve. Art comes from the mind, heart and the soul. AI imagers are not artists. It takes away the very things that make us human.

If you paid someone to create a picture for you, telling them what you want to see in the picture, does that make YOU an artist?? NO! And the exact same thing can be said for AI. You did not create the image. Hell, you did not even pay for the image to be created. There-fore you are NOT an artist. You are just a narrator with inhumane criminal intent.

I seriously do not care if this post causes me to lose any or all of my watchers with this post. I would rather have no watchers at all than a whole bunch of demonic AI crime lords on my board, there just for a quick steal or sexual fix.

#Ai Art #AI artists #Criminals #Immoral #Idiots

[fallloverfic]

Sharing panels from ENNEAD

Mojito, author/artist of ENNEAD, the boy's love manhwa, has asked that people not share more than 2 panel screencaps per post. She's tweeted about it a couple times, starting with March 29, 2017:

Machine English Translation Text: "Thank you for liking it. However, please do not make the capture too large ;ㅅ; Just one or two, please. And the source please."

Mojito also pinned this to her profile for over two months starting with August 29, 2023:

Machine English text: "To prevent spoilers, only 2 cuts are allowed. Please also cover the speech bubbles. And those who illegally spread and translate! No thank you at all. I am grinding and making my body every day. You drain my mind. Stop right now."

It's also listed on her twitter profile:

캡쳐는3컷이상X

Machine English Translation Text: "Capture more than 3 cuts X"

This is generally understood to mean 2 panels or less, not no more than 3. So please respect Mojito's wishes and only post screengrabs/captures/screencaps of no more than 2 panels when sharing around. You should also remove/blur out any text, and indicate where you got it from (e.g., Ennead by Mojito, S02E41).

Sharing the panels that Witchcomics/mcomics puts up for their previews is probably fine because those are made freely available, but I would stick to just what they put on their twitter, which have watermarks on them, not screencapping the unedited versions from the paywalled episodes. A number of the legal sites offer at least a few free episodes to read, if not something like what Tappytoon does with its Time Til Free program, where you can get all but the last 48 episodes entirely for free (which is currently all of season 1, and part of season 2).

And it goes without saying, please do not share scanlation panels. This is different from screengrabbing from the actual comic, and is typically pretty obvious because scanlators cover their work with their watermarks, identifying the scanlator. Mojito hates scanlation, most manhwa authors hate them. They put the comic's future at risk. Works have been taken down in the past because pirating is so bad. If you really want to promote the comic, you can link to Mojito's twitter, or the various legal places to read the manhwa, one of the animated trailers, or link to the Witchomics/mcomics episode previews, which are freely available on their twitter. Witchcomics puts up a preview for the new Korean episodes generally within 24-48 hours prior to a new episode. The trailer and previews are intended as advertising to be shared.

#ENNEAD #Ennead by Mojito #엔네아드 #panel sharing

[pedro-pascal]

Pedro Pascal for Entertainment Weekly (December 2020)

(On shooting the Community Table Read) "I'd be less nervous playing tennis in front of the Obamas than I was seeing a reunion of these people that I think are brilliant and have this incredible chemistry with each other and stepping in and having really, really, bad technology in this new space that I had moved into. I really resented having to actually participate acting-wise because there were instances where it was way too much fun to watch."

#pedro pascal #pedropascaledit #ppascaledit #swcastedit #gotcastedit #dccastedit #underbetelgeuse #henricavyll #userlauri #smilecapsules #userastrid #userron #userel #userrafael #userhayley #* #my edit #boy do i hate removing watermarks #anyway i straight up died and went to hell because of this shoot

[onlyonetruth]

DCMK Translation 24

(KaiShin) Meddlesome Lady + After Story by M2Gou (LOG)

K: Why did you look inside the suitcase though? It was locked, wasn’t it? Ch: *Hmph!* Don’t underestimate my ability to pick locks. K: The point is you shouldn’t have opened it even if you could!

Ch: And who is this tanned boy? K: T-That is...

Ch: But if I just go by what the media says about him, he seems like the kind of person Kaito would hate. I wonder what attracted him.

S: I’m glad you’re alright.

Ch: Is that so?

Ch: The thrill of being chased and the pleasant feeling that comes when you get to escape safely... is certainly so much fun.

S: You already heard the reason during the conversation just earlier, right?

K: That’s not the reason I changed my tone, I was just...

S: Go get their attention instead!! Hakuba is in full-time service, for example!

K: By the way,

S: Achooo.

S: If any of the fans who fantasize about you knew, they would get disappointed.

S: Well, if you get why it upset me, then it’s fine.

S: And, what will you do once you accomplish that? Will you keep the act going?

K: In short, our romantic relationship will be put on hold until I’m done with my business? S: Basically.

Requested by several people. I hope you enjoyed. Please don’t complain to me about the watermarks. I’m not removing them, making them smaller nor lowering the opacity more than I already have. In exchange, I’ve transcribed the dialogue of the bubbles that got covered.

#DCMK #KaiShin #Shinichi Kudō #Kaito Kuroba #Kaitō Kid #mytranslation #pxvから

[candysweetposts]

Uh… I don’t know if I’m in love or hate this drawing. 

So I choose one of the drawings that I failed and try to modify to look decent and this is what came out. I’m kinda of an experimental person so if you see different styles of coloring it’s just me experimenting with things. I love this one where every element has its own color for contour.

Like I said before, my boy practically became the sky. Now I can’t draw him as a human solar system anymore. Sad. But I can draw him around the sun and stuff like birds and rain etc. And yeah, I like to asociate the hair color with stuff from nature, like purple for the universe or some other colors with different planets and stuff from space.

Oh, before I forgot, I’m still working on those clothes, so don’t worry.

Note: Please DO NOT edit it, repost it on other platforms or remove my watermark. Thanks!

#My art #my artwrok #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital drawing #digital portrait #sky drawing #sky #rainbow #mcl Alan #listening to Ariana Grande while working at this #ugh ugly

[everythingkpopuniverse]

A.C.E Member Spotlight #5:

Birth Name: Kang Yuchan

Stage Name: Chan

Position: Main Vocalist, Maknae

Birthday: December 31, 1997 (age 20)

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Height: 177 cm (5'10")

Weight: 59 kg (130 lbs)

Blood Type: O

Birth Place: Jeju, South Korea

Nationality: Korean

Status: Active

Favorite Color: Yellow

Fun Facts: Despite his parents owning a music shop, he never planned to be a singer He trained under JYP Entertainment alongside Jason; during that time as well he was part of a popping dance crew called Alive87 under Reaction Dance Studio He appeared on a variety show called “Sixth Sense” along with Tony An and dressed in a rabbit costume and dance to H.O.T’s “Candy” He has two brothers He attended Dong-Ah Institute Media and Arts He likes soccer and from elementary to middle school he played soccer After entering high school, he enrolled in a dance club He has a wonderful smile and used to wear braces His members consider him to be the happiest member and the vitamin of the group though he cried once while training with Donghun and Jason He dislikes lotus root and eggplants (do all of them just not like eggplants, I swear) He can be seen break dancing as a zombie in Twice’s MV for “Ooh-Aah” alongside Stray Kids Chan. He’s had a knee injury since his debut.  He participated in KBS survival show “The Unit” alongside member Jun and won 9th place allowing him to debut with UNB. He is currently promoting with UNB and therefore was unable to participate in A.C.E’s most recent comeback. He will be able to resume full activities ( I put full because the boy has been doing things with them anyways ) with them in October.  He can speak a tiny bit of English He is an aegyo king and his signature aegyo is the cheeseburger saying He is used to host Idol Class alongside Jun and Wow He made a guest appearance on the drama, “Marry Me Now”, surprising everyone with his role of rich bad boy as it was the opposite of his usual personality.

Admin’s Opinions aka “Are They My Bias and Overall Thoughts?”: CHANSHINE. I MISS CHANSHINE SO MUCH. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH BUT AT THE SAME TIME HE’S BEING REALLY RUDE THESE DAYS ( I blame Junhee  and Donghun  and UNB ). Okay I say this a lot ( but can you blame me when A.C.E are literally a bunch of aces in everything they do ) but HE’S SUPER TALENTED. We’re the same age ( I’m older by a few months ) and yet he has more talent in one fucking toe than I do with my whole being. His voice is so good man. So fucking good. Not only is he the main vocalist of A.C.E but he’s also the main vocalist of UNB and it’s so good. Also his dance skills...ahhhhhhh. For those who haven’t seen it I recommend watching his freestyle on the Unit. It made my heart so happy when the Unit had one video that stated him as an all-around performer. It also made me happy when people recognized him for his choreography making skills and just his overall talent. He’s also super cute. You can’t hate the boy. He’s a literal puppy and his laugh gives me life. But he’s also serious when he needs to be and his stage presence and ability to completely change on stage is A+. I also laugh when he showed off his abs on the Unit and everyone else was being shy about but this boy literally just lifts up his shirt and wasn’t awkward in the slightest. LOVE CHANSHINE! AND PROTECT THIS PRECIOUS BABY

Question of the Day: What’s your favorite thing about Chan and is he your bias? Disclaimer: Please do not remove the watermark off my edit. Thank you. Information sources: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

#ace creations #creations {mc edits} #ace #ace chan #unb #a.c.e #a.c.e chan #a.c.e7 #unb chan #choice #beat interactive #korean pop music #kpop blog #kpop #underrated boy group #boy group #boy group 2017 #floating through the universe {queue}

[sharonjkesler]

Housecleaning hacks for the lazy homeowner

The article Housecleaning hacks for the lazy homeowner is republished from Companion Maids Website

All it takes is to be a normal human for you to always crave for a clean house. But what is that you always say when it’s cleaning time: that watching your favorite series as you eat your popcorns is more enticing? Well, true, but there are things you just don’t put away. One of them is cleaning. As much you are a lazy homeowner having a dirty house is bad news and no one will understand that it is your nature.

Besides which, you are exposing your family to health risks. This is because the dirt will eventually accumulate causing germs. We get it, cleaning might be hard and thankless since things just get dirty all over again but you can’t entirely ignore the fact that dirt is going nowhere if you don’t clean it. Often cleaning your house might seem impossible-especially if cleaning is not your favorite activity- but it’s achievable.

If you are reading this, albeit you are already wondering how the spots you’ve been ignoring since last year are going to get cleaned. I also know how embarrassing it can get to confess to someone you hate cleaning. You rather undergo a personality transplant and join in with your friends as they drink to how much cleaning they have done. You don’t have to stress anymore. The following are hacks for the lazy homeowner that will help you clean smart and have some time left to watch that movie or sleep.

Invest in storage

Invest in a decorative basket or ottoman. It will go a long way in helping you maintain the organization of your home. Nothing screams messy louder than clutter, therefore, fool people that yours is a perfectly clean home by hiding small stuff in drawers. A floor that has only furniture and few accessories gives a good vibe. Also, ensure that the storage unit that you place your supplies is close to where you need them. For instance, place a bottle of bleach in the toilet. I can’t remember the many times I’ve talked myself out of cleaning because the bottle of bleach was upstairs.

Cleaning faucets

There are many annoying things about cleaning the bathroom and kitchen. One of them is cleaning the faucets. I mean, not only are watermarks, fingerprints, and oil marks difficult to remove but also they always come back too easily. These are the reasons why we talk ourselves out of cleaning things like faucets. Regardless, it shouldn’t serve as an excuse, there are easy brilliant hacks to solve the problem. For example, using a wax paper. It’s resilient and waterproof. Taking advantage of its diverse properties, you can keep your faucets spotless for up to one week. Try rubbing down your faucets with wax paper after their next cleaning. They will be clean plus be shiny for long.

Clean your microwave

Oh boy, what can be more repulsive than the stink of cooked-on food wafting from your microwave? Cleaning your microwave is not something you can ignore for long, it will always catch up with you. For an easy fix, pour two cups of water and lemon slices or vinegar into a microwave-safe bowl. Nuke it for three minutes on full power. The steam will loosen the grime and gunk, making the cleaning as easy as wiping down the interior.

Entertain yourself

While house chores are not considered as a hobby by many, if done right, they can actually be very relaxing, entertaining and distressing. With the hustle of city life and trying to live up to our lifestyle with prices skyrocketing by day, we hardly get time to entertain ourselves. Well, guess what, housework time can also be that time when you get down. Turn up some lively cleaning music that will put you in the mood. Then you can now be in the moment as you clean and have fun too.

Religiously use plastic and foil liners

If you are not using this already, then you better come on board. Plastic and foil liners are totally God-sent. Instead of using containers to store frozen items, use plastic wrap and aluminum foil for or parchment paper for your oven. This is also a good time to get a liner for your microwave. Then you can just peel off the liner after use, and your utensil is clean again. Lining up your appliances not only gives you an easier time when cleaning it but also takes longer before it needs cleaning.

Simplify your closet

You know the drill. Organize your closet but after looking for the dinner outfit, you are back to square one. It doesn’t have to be like that though. Sometimes less is more. If you are too lazy to clean and organize your clothes, having less can reap huge rewards in keeping your closet in a sane state. Chances are, your closet is full of clothes you don’t wear anymore. Whether they are too small or just out of trend, you’ll be much better donating them. After purging, look for a simple system and maintain them.

Fluffy socks Are The Thing

Though dragging your legs as you walk was highly condemned by mom as you grew, it was fun. When you are around the house, put on those fluffy socks and you can compensate for the childhood fun you missed. This will prevent you from mopping or vacuuming the house often because the socks will ensure that you walk around without leaving dirt. They are better than walking with shoes from outside all over the house. Then you can just remove them and toss them in the washing machine. As we are at it, you can also get an anti-microbial mat. It will trap any dirt coming from outside before it reaches your home. Isn’t it amazing? Every lazy homeowner is probably smilling at this one.

Invest in air fresheners

Having clean or fragranced air in your home is one of the simplest was to fool anyone of having a clean home. It shows that the owner is connected to their space and without doing anything else, it brings an amazing ambiance. You can also get a houseplant to further purify your air.

Squeegee your bathroom after use

The bathroom can get really gross if you let it. Just like your kitchen, it is wise to clean your bathroom immediately it gets used since you are a lazy homeowner and will hardly set time aside just to give your bathroom a deep clean. You will be grateful you didn’t keep it off for weeks before it accumulates grime. And if you are feeling too lazy, spray your door or tile with no-wipe cleaner.

So there you are, you lazy homeowner, you have no excuse to live in a dirty house. If things get too difficult to do, hiring a cleaning service once every two weeks is always an attractive option.

[knappwdavid]

Housecleaning hacks for the lazy homeowner

The article Housecleaning hacks for the lazy homeowner is republished from Companion Maids Website

All it takes is to be a normal human for you to always crave for a clean house. But what is that you always say when it’s cleaning time: that watching your favorite series as you eat your popcorns is more enticing? Well, true, but there are things you just don’t put away. One of them is cleaning. As much you are a lazy homeowner having a dirty house is bad news and no one will understand that it is your nature. Besides which, you are exposing your family to health risks. This is because the dirt will eventually accumulate causing germs. We get it, cleaning might be hard and thankless since things just get dirty all over again but you can’t entirely ignore the fact that dirt is going nowhere if you don’t clean it. Often cleaning your house might seem impossible-especially if cleaning is not your favorite activity- but it’s achievable. If you are reading this, albeit you are already wondering how the spots you’ve been ignoring since last year are going to get cleaned. I also know how embarrassing it can get to confess to someone you hate cleaning. You rather undergo a personality transplant and join in with your friends as they drink to how much cleaning they have done. You don’t have to stress anymore. The following are hacks for the lazy homeowner that will help you clean smart and have some time left to watch that movie or sleep. Invest in storage Invest in a decorative basket or ottoman. It will go a long way in helping you maintain the organization of your home. Nothing screams messy louder than clutter, therefore, fool people that yours is a perfectly clean home by hiding small stuff in drawers. A floor that has only furniture and few accessories gives a good vibe. Also, ensure that the storage unit that you place your supplies is close to where you need them. For instance, place a bottle of bleach in the toilet. I can’t remember the many times I’ve talked myself out of cleaning because the bottle of bleach was upstairs. Cleaning faucets There are many annoying things about cleaning the bathroom and kitchen. One of them is cleaning the faucets. I mean, not only are watermarks, fingerprints, and oil marks difficult to remove but also they always come back too easily. These are the reasons why we talk ourselves out of cleaning things like faucets. Regardless, it shouldn’t serve as an excuse, there are easy brilliant hacks to solve the problem. For example, using a wax paper. It’s resilient and waterproof. Taking advantage of its diverse properties, you can keep your faucets spotless for up to one week. Try rubbing down your faucets with wax paper after their next cleaning. They will be clean plus be shiny for long. Clean your microwave Oh boy, what can be more repulsive than the stink of cooked-on food wafting from your microwave? Cleaning your microwave is not something you can ignore for long, it will always catch up with you. For an easy fix, pour two cups of water and lemon slices or vinegar into a microwave-safe bowl. Nuke it for three minutes on full power. The steam will loosen the grime and gunk, making the cleaning as easy as wiping down the interior. Entertain yourself While house chores are not considered as a hobby by many, if done right, they can actually be very relaxing, entertaining and distressing. With the hustle of city life and trying to live up to our lifestyle with prices skyrocketing by day, we hardly get time to entertain ourselves. Well, guess what, housework time can also be that time when you get down. Turn up some lively cleaning music that will put you in the mood. Then you can now be in the moment as you clean and have fun too. Religiously use plastic and foil liners If you are not using this already, then you better come on board. Plastic and foil liners are totally God-sent. Instead of using containers to store frozen items, use plastic wrap and aluminum foil for or parchment paper for your oven. This is also a good time to get a liner for your microwave. Then you can just peel off the liner after use, and your utensil is clean again. Lining up your appliances not only gives you an easier time when cleaning it but also takes longer before it needs cleaning. Simplify your closet You know the drill. Organize your closet but after looking for the dinner outfit, you are back to square one. It doesn’t have to be like that though. Sometimes less is more. If you are too lazy to clean and organize your clothes, having less can reap huge rewards in keeping your closet in a sane state. Chances are, your closet is full of clothes you don’t wear anymore. Whether they are too small or just out of trend, you’ll be much better donating them. After purging, look for a simple system and maintain them. Fluffy socks Are The Thing Though dragging your legs as you walk was highly condemned by mom as you grew, it was fun. When you are around the house, put on those fluffy socks and you can compensate for the childhood fun you missed. This will prevent you from mopping or vacuuming the house often because the socks will ensure that you walk around without leaving dirt. They are better than walking with shoes from outside all over the house. Then you can just remove them and toss them in the washing machine. As we are at it, you can also get an anti-microbial mat. It will trap any dirt coming from outside before it reaches your home. Isn’t it amazing? Every lazy homeowner is probably smilling at this one. Invest in air fresheners Having clean or fragranced air in your home is one of the simplest was to fool anyone of having a clean home. It shows that the owner is connected to their space and without doing anything else, it brings an amazing ambiance. You can also get a houseplant to further purify your air. Squeegee your bathroom after use The bathroom can get really gross if you let it. Just like your kitchen, it is wise to clean your bathroom immediately it gets used since you are a lazy homeowner and will hardly set time aside just to give your bathroom a deep clean. You will be grateful you didn’t keep it off for weeks before it accumulates grime. And if you are feeling too lazy, spray your door or tile with no-wipe cleaner. So there you are, you lazy homeowner, you have no excuse to live in a dirty house. If things get too difficult to do, hiring a cleaning service once every two weeks is always an attractive option.

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Housecleaning hacks for the lazy homeowner

The article Housecleaning hacks for the lazy homeowner is republished from Companion Maids Website

All it takes is to be a normal human for you to always crave for a clean house. But what is that you always say when it’s cleaning time: that watching your favorite series as you eat your popcorns is more enticing? Well, true, but there are things you just don’t put away. One of them is cleaning. As much you are a lazy homeowner having a dirty house is bad news and no one will understand that it is your nature. Besides which, you are exposing your family to health risks. This is because the dirt will eventually accumulate causing germs. We get it, cleaning might be hard and thankless since things just get dirty all over again but you can’t entirely ignore the fact that dirt is going nowhere if you don’t clean it. Often cleaning your house might seem impossible-especially if cleaning is not your favorite activity- but it’s achievable. If you are reading this, albeit you are already wondering how the spots you’ve been ignoring since last year are going to get cleaned. I also know how embarrassing it can get to confess to someone you hate cleaning. You rather undergo a personality transplant and join in with your friends as they drink to how much cleaning they have done. You don’t have to stress anymore. The following are hacks for the lazy homeowner that will help you clean smart and have some time left to watch that movie or sleep. Invest in storage Invest in a decorative basket or ottoman. It will go a long way in helping you maintain the organization of your home. Nothing screams messy louder than clutter, therefore, fool people that yours is a perfectly clean home by hiding small stuff in drawers. A floor that has only furniture and few accessories gives a good vibe. Also, ensure that the storage unit that you place your supplies is close to where you need them. For instance, place a bottle of bleach in the toilet. I can’t remember the many times I’ve talked myself out of cleaning because the bottle of bleach was upstairs. Cleaning faucets There are many annoying things about cleaning the bathroom and kitchen. One of them is cleaning the faucets. I mean, not only are watermarks, fingerprints, and oil marks difficult to remove but also they always come back too easily. These are the reasons why we talk ourselves out of cleaning things like faucets. Regardless, it shouldn’t serve as an excuse, there are easy brilliant hacks to solve the problem. For example, using a wax paper. It’s resilient and waterproof. Taking advantage of its diverse properties, you can keep your faucets spotless for up to one week. Try rubbing down your faucets with wax paper after their next cleaning. They will be clean plus be shiny for long. Clean your microwave Oh boy, what can be more repulsive than the stink of cooked-on food wafting from your microwave? Cleaning your microwave is not something you can ignore for long, it will always catch up with you. For an easy fix, pour two cups of water and lemon slices or vinegar into a microwave-safe bowl. Nuke it for three minutes on full power. The steam will loosen the grime and gunk, making the cleaning as easy as wiping down the interior. Entertain yourself While house chores are not considered as a hobby by many, if done right, they can actually be very relaxing, entertaining and distressing. With the hustle of city life and trying to live up to our lifestyle with prices skyrocketing by day, we hardly get time to entertain ourselves. Well, guess what, housework time can also be that time when you get down. Turn up some lively cleaning music that will put you in the mood. Then you can now be in the moment as you clean and have fun too. Religiously use plastic and foil liners If you are not using this already, then you better come on board. Plastic and foil liners are totally God-sent. Instead of using containers to store frozen items, use plastic wrap and aluminum foil for or parchment paper for your oven. This is also a good time to get a liner for your microwave. Then you can just peel off the liner after use, and your utensil is clean again. Lining up your appliances not only gives you an easier time when cleaning it but also takes longer before it needs cleaning. Simplify your closet You know the drill. Organize your closet but after looking for the dinner outfit, you are back to square one. It doesn’t have to be like that though. Sometimes less is more. If you are too lazy to clean and organize your clothes, having less can reap huge rewards in keeping your closet in a sane state. Chances are, your closet is full of clothes you don’t wear anymore. Whether they are too small or just out of trend, you’ll be much better donating them. After purging, look for a simple system and maintain them. Fluffy socks Are The Thing Though dragging your legs as you walk was highly condemned by mom as you grew, it was fun. When you are around the house, put on those fluffy socks and you can compensate for the childhood fun you missed. This will prevent you from mopping or vacuuming the house often because the socks will ensure that you walk around without leaving dirt. They are better than walking with shoes from outside all over the house. Then you can just remove them and toss them in the washing machine. As we are at it, you can also get an anti-microbial mat. It will trap any dirt coming from outside before it reaches your home. Isn’t it amazing? Every lazy homeowner is probably smilling at this one. Invest in air fresheners Having clean or fragranced air in your home is one of the simplest was to fool anyone of having a clean home. It shows that the owner is connected to their space and without doing anything else, it brings an amazing ambiance. You can also get a houseplant to further purify your air. Squeegee your bathroom after use The bathroom can get really gross if you let it. Just like your kitchen, it is wise to clean your bathroom immediately it gets used since you are a lazy homeowner and will hardly set time aside just to give your bathroom a deep clean. You will be grateful you didn’t keep it off for weeks before it accumulates grime. And if you are feeling too lazy, spray your door or tile with no-wipe cleaner. So there you are, you lazy homeowner, you have no excuse to live in a dirty house. If things get too difficult to do, hiring a cleaning service once every two weeks is always an attractive option.