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What Are Best Friends For? - Kwon Soonyoung

Synopsis: Waking up next to your crush wasn’t how you expected to start your morning. You remember going to a bar to meet your friends of your best friend, Kwon Soonyoung, but it turns out it lead to something even more.

"So are we going to talk about what happened?"

Pairing: Non-Idol! Kwon Soonyoung x Reader

Inspiration: About Last Night - Monsta X

Genre: Angst - jealous Hoshi, mutual pining, best friends to lovers

Contains: mentions nudity, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.1k

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I was staring up at the ceiling. It was already 9:44am but I couldn't get myself to move. My hands were clutching onto the comforter. I recognized the room that I was in, but I couldn't quite recall the series of events that got me here. That is, I wasn't sure how I ended up here in Soonyoung's room practically naked.

Last night, the guys held their monthly dinner. You haven’t met all the boys, but you knew how much they meant to Soonyoung. They were his brothers. All the boys held different careers, which made it difficult for them to meet up consistently. What you always loved about their friendship was their dedication towards one another. For that reason, they all promised one another to meet up at least once a month.

You were also out last night. That you do remember. You went out on a date with someone named Jesse. While you two had things in common, the chemistry lacked. You tried giving your date as much attention as possible, but found yourself checking your phone more times than you’d prefer.

"Hey, where are you? Guys want to go out to the bars and I miss you 😔"

Thank goodness for Soonyoung. That text he sent was a lifeline you didn't know you needed. Feeling a bit guilty, you made up a white lie to tell your date.

"I'm so sorry, I need to get going. My roommate locked herself out of our apartment, so I need to go let her in. Text me?"

Before your date could ask for any additional details, you grabbed your purse and jacket and took off running towards the exit. The nearest train station was about a block away, so you didn't need to run far. You wanted to give off the impression you were in a rush, and you genuinely were. You were just in a rush to make the most out of your evening.

"There she is! Finally! Now we can have a great night," Seungkwan teased as he saw you approaching.

Soonyoung turned his head around to see you, a wide grin on his lips. "That bad of a date you showed up 10 minutes after I texted you?" He teased.

"Okay, bad isn't the word that I would use to describe it, but you could say that," you laughed. "Why would I want to be with a stranger when I can be with a few of my favorite people?"

Out of the band of brothers, you've met Seungkwan, DK, Jun, Minghao, Mingyu, and Woozi. Looking around, there was a full group which caused you to stand up a bit straighter. You at least wanted to give a good first impression before the drinks start pouring.

"So this is the infamous y/n?" One man called out. He had somewhat longer hair, pulled back into a tiny ponytail. He wore a smirk on his lips, amusement written all over his face.

"And you must be Jeonghan," you said, to which the boys were amused. Jeonghan nodded, offering his glass to you before taking a sip.

"At your service." "To cause chaos? Oh god, Hoshi-hyung, you think that's a good idea?" one of the younger man asked.

He seemed a bit older for his age, but was quite young in the face. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was a minor who snuck into the bar. His eyes bounced around the room as he took careful look at everyone. You always admired people who naturally look out for others, especially in social settings like this.

"Let me guess! You are Dino? The kind younger brother who needs to let loose a little?"

The boys snickered as Dino's cheeks flushed. He muttered something under his breath before taking a sip of his beer. "I mean, she's not wrong, Dino. We've been trying to get you to come out with us for months!" One of the other man pointed out.

"Hey! Just because you all barely graduated doesn't mean I'm not taking it seriously," Dino defended himself.

The group began to settle a bit. You always adored Soonyoung's friends, and you were grateful he was introducing you more to his world. And it seems like his closest friends thought highly of you. You couldn't help but wonder how much Soonyoung paid or threatened them to not say anything too outrageous.

"Y/n, what's your liquor of choice?" "Tequila!"

All the guys looked at you as if you had a second head. You raised an eyebrow and shrugged before calling over the waiter, ordering 14 shots for the table. All the while, Soonyoung wore a prideful grin on his lips.

"Hyung, I think you found someone who is right at your level." "Just proves that y/n is the best," Soonyoung responded, winking at you.

You weren't sure if it was the warmth of the room or what Soonyoung just said that caused you to feel your cheeks get warm. You were just grateful to be concealed underneath the lights, so you weren't completely exposed. However, it seems maybe Seungcheol noticed. You've always been warned he has a watchful eye on the entire group.

The waiter, your saving grace, brought over the 14 shots. He laid down the serving tray before you all. Thank goodness. You were the first to grab a shot glass, raising it in the air as a way to pivot the conversation. "Here's to a fun night, boys," you announced.

All the boys eagerly joined you. Seungcheol had a smirk, eyebrow raised. You didn't want to make things too obvious because you knew the rest of the group would start asking questions. And you didn't need that type of pressure when you weren't even sure why you were feeling the way you were.

Much to your delight, the conversations were flowing. You were getting along with all the guys, some of the asking about you and others wanting details about your friendship with Soonyoung. They were probably seeking details they could tease him about. But that also meant that the drinks kept coming thanks to Soonyoung.

And the whole time, Seungcheol was sitting back and watching you. As if he was anticipating for the moment your honesty slips, that you might have feelings for your best friend.

Sure, you've always found Soonyoung attractive. Not only was that true when it came to his physical appearance, but you also adored his personality. He was dedicated, driven, and genuine. Any girl would be lucky to call him theirs.

However, your friendship with Soonyoung was too important to you. You often tried to ignore your feelings, assuming that the reason why they were so intense was because you've been single for the past few months. Soonyoung gave you the attention you yearned for, but you didn't think things would eve work out between the two of you. You were friends first and last, nothing would change that.

As Soonyoung went to go to the bar to order another round, Seungcheol decided to swoop in to investigate. Your group had diminished slightly, making it easier to slide around the corner booth. Some of the guys were out on the dance floor, while others were attempting to flirt with people around the bar.

It was only you, Seungcheol, and Wonwoo at the moment. And Wonwoo was too absorbed in a video game on his voice. Surely, you would spill the truth with almost everyone occupied. Especially the one that conversation would be about.

"So," Seungcheol called out. He scooted closer to you, throwing an arm around you to lure you in closer. And also to keep your voices low, in case anyone would return. He wasn't about to let your little secret out in the open, not yet at least. "How long have you liked Soonyoung?"

Your eyes flew open. You had your body turned, so you were fully facing Seungcheol. The look on his face told you that you had been caught red-handed, that there was no use in lying. However, you were going to try your damn best.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you laughed. But not even you could deny how warm and tingly you got just at the mention of his name.

"So you look at all your friends as if they walk on water?" "Actually, yes. All my friends are amazing. Not sure if you make the cut with how you're insinuating I could ever be into my best friend. He's like a brother to me." "Kinky, y/n," he laughed. "Come on, your little secret is safe with me. How long? Does he know?"

Seungcheol's face was close to yours. Your heart stammered as you were trying to rack through all the potential white lies you could tell him. Yet, with Seungcheol's strong gaze on you, you were trapped. The truth was about to come out of you one way or another.

"What am I interrupting here?" A voice called out.

Your head pulled back to see Soonyoung behind Seungcheol. You would've smiled, knowing the conversation with Seungcheol would be put on pause. Yet, looking at Soonyoung, something was wrong. The man who normally radiated positive energy had a frown. What happened?

Seungcheol glanced back before sliding away from you. "Oh, nothing at all. I was just chekcing in on y/n."

Soonyoung quickly looked at you, concern replacing the momentarily silence. You glanced between Seungcheol and Soonyoung, trying to catch yourself up on what just happened. All the while, Wonwoo had a smile curled on his lips. That you could tell from his phone's brightness illuminating his face.

"I don't think she feels good," Seungcheol explained. "I was going to get her some water before taking her home." "She's my best friend. I've got her."

Before you could even protest, Seungcheol slid out of the booth which allowed Soonyoung to get closer. He had his hand extended out to you. You glanced at the table to see 4 empty shot glasses on the table, almost like tiny islands. Where as there were a multitude of other empty glasses placed all over from the crew.

"Come on, sweet girl," Soonyoung cooed. "Let's go home."

That's all you can remember. Now, you were laying in Soonyoung's bed without Soonyoung.

"Rise and shine," a voice called out to you. You jumped as you were a bit startled since you were so deep in thought. Soonyoung leaned against the doorway that led to his bedroom. He had two mugs in his hand, hot with the steam rising out of them. But you were too distracted by the fact that he was shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Morning," you said softly. There was a slight headache coming on as you moved up, pulling the comforter alongside with you. "Have you been up long?"

He shook his head. He wouldn't confess yet that he has been up every two hours to check on you. You would feel guilty, feel as if you ruined his night especially since you crashed guys' night. Honestly, you being there was the highlight of his evening especially as all the guys commented how they liked you. How couldn't they? For the time being though, Soonyoung was just concentrating on taking care of you.

"No, doll, I haven't. Figured you might enjoy some coffee though, so I went ahead and a fresh pot. I also have breakfast bagels on the way."

Your face lit up as if it was Christmas day. He couldn't help but chuckle as he slowly pushed himself off the doorway. "I see you chose to get comfortable. Sleep well?"

Soonyoung always had this ability to move with such grace, such elegance. He basically floated from the threshold to the bedside. He placed the two mugs on the coffee table before giving you his undivided attention.

"Wait," you said, looking from the mugs back into his eyes. "You didn't sleep here last night? We didn't-" "Oh, y/n. Never would have let that happen," he vowed. "I slept on the couch in the living room. Do you remember anything after leaving the bar?"

Feeling a bit embarrassed and self-conscious, you shook your head. You quickly moved your gaze from your best friend, from your crush to the space in front of you. Your grip tightened on the comforter to make sure you weren't accidentally exposing yourself. "No," you sighed.

Picking up on your mood, Soonyoung quickly headed towards his closet. He began moving his fingers along the hangers, searching for sometihng. You could only hear the movement, assuming he was getting clothing for himself. He definitely was going to kick me out, especially since you stole his bed fort he evening. His couch wasn't the most comfortable thing.

But what are best friends for, I guess?

Soon, a grey hoodie was placed in front of you. You looked back to Soonyoung offered you a gentle smile, motioning with head to encourage you to put it on.

What really sent you for a spiral was the way he turned his back. He was giving you the privacy to slip the oversized clothing over your head. He made it too easy to fall for him.

Seeing that it wasn't up for debate, you quickly slipped the hoodie on. It fits on you like a dress which makes you feel more comfortable. It also smelled like him which solidified the fact that you had developed feelings for your best friend. Fuck.

You cleared your throat to signal for Soonyoung that it was okay to turn around. And when he did, you saw that adorable smile of his. He seemed satisfied to see comfortable once again.

Yet, in his eyes, you could see something was stirring. It was as if he was having a conflict within himself. What wasn't he telling you?

"So," he began, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. God, you were having flashbacks to your conversation with Seungcheol. Your eyes widened slightly as you were worried as to what Soonyoung was going to say. Did Seungcheol text him? "You and Seungcheol?"

It was as if the track record playing came to a screeching halt. You and Seungcheol? You couldn't help but tilt your head in confusion.

"I mean, I wouldn't mind. He is one of my best friends, but so are you. You guys could be cute together. I saw the way he was all over you when I went to get our drinks."

The man in front of you wasn't the confident Soonyoung you've come to adore. This was the Soonyoung who was afraid to be vulnerable, who didn't know if it was okay to communicate his feelings so openly. You could tell that he was anticipating anything, good or bad, by the way he played with his fingers.

"Soonyoungie," you sighed. "Please do not go setting me up with a stranger. He's a nice guy, but he's not my type."

Soonyoung lifted his head, confused. Okay, maybe Seungcheol would've been your type right when you met Soonyoung. You always had a thing for confident men. Which is why it has been so damn easy to fall for your best friend the more his personality began to shine. He is the loudest introvert you've ever encountered.

"But," Soonyoung began, running a hand through his hair. "Cheol-hyung is your ideal guy? That's the type you've always gone after ever since I met you." "What if I want something different?"

It was then, for the first time since sitting, Soonyoung seemed eager. He was like a little kid, always wanting to be looped into every plan and every secret. He looked hopeful. This was just one secret you had hidden from him. Until now.

"What if I told you I've been hiding something from you?" "We're best friends, y/n. We aren't supposed to have secrets," he pouted. "Maybe I was afraid of how you would react?"

He scooted closer to you. His hand moved up to reach offer a hand for you to hold. He always did that whenever he felt like you were about to be vulnerable, always wanting to reassure he was a place of comfort for you. And he was.

"I just feel like the person I might be meant to be with has been right in front of me this whole time. I'm tired of searching in other people for what I truly want."

You prayed internally Soonyoung would understand what you were trying to convey. You knew deep down that you shouldn't be tiptoeing around your feelings. However, you were bracing yourself for the worst which was rejection from your best friend. You could easily play it off that you were attracted to a co-worker or another friend if things went south.

"Like you have fallen for someone who knows you better than yourself?"

Your eyes widened at Soonyoung's statement. You didn't even notice that your hand had slipped into his. Until his fingers slipped in between yours. It was such a comforting feeling to feel his touch, but it was even more electrified under the tension in the room.

"Yeah," you whispered. "Like you have fallen for someone who completes you, who you've always been able to be yourself around." This time, you squeezed his hand gently.

He squeezed your hand back. "Someone like you."

The air left your lungs at how quickly the tables turned. You never imagined that Kwon Soonyoung would confess his feelings for you. It felt like a fever dream.

But you were brought back to reality at the feeling of Soonyoung's hand on your face. His thumb caressed your flushed cheek affectionately.

"I thought I noticed you blush last night, but I thought I just imagining things," he commented. His tone was so soft yet it struck you like a lightning bolt. You didn't even care that you had been caught red-handed. Everything was coming to light. "Why haven't you said something sooner, angel?" "Because I didn't want to lose my best friend," you confessed.

He couldn't help but smile at the sentiment. He hated knowing that you two have been practically on a carousel, too afraid to get off of it because you had become so content being best friends. Truthfully, Soonyoung didn't want to lose you either. He thought if he exposed his emotions he would scare you off.

"I'm not going anywhere," he vowed. Slowly, he leaned in to let his lips ghost over yours. You felt shivers run throughout your body as you tried to reassure your psyche this was reality. "Just say the word and I'm all in. No more bullshit, angel."

"Hell yes."

Soonyoung couldn't fight the grin against his lips. And you swear, you felt him smiler even wider feeling your lips against his. You were smiling just as brightly as you two broke out into a fight of laughter.

So this is what best friends are truly for, huh?

if you call on me forever, i will come (preview)

pairing: popstar!soonyoung x fem!reader ft. childhood bestfriend!joshua genre: angst, fluff (not in preview), arranged marriage!au warning(s) (for the preview): cursing, mentions of food word count (for the preview): 1.9k

summary: as a result of his entertainment label teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, soonyoung is given an ultimatum: marry the heir of the largest entertainment label in korea and save his career, or risk losing everything he’s built over the last five years.

a/n: just a little something i’ve been working on to make up for the inactivity~~ not sure when this would be uploaded since i haven’t finished it yet ><

Having been in the entertainment industry since he was eighteen, Soonyoung has quite literally been through it all. From the doubtful eyes of the public when he just debuted to the current, decent fanbase he has garnered through all his years of hardwork and determination, Soonyoung has seen it all.

At least, he thought he had.

“What the hell did you just say?” Soonyoung snaps his head to send the CEO of his music label a chill-inducing glare, and Mr. Kang gulps for a split second before returning to his stoic expression.

“I said,” Mr. Kang clears his throat, “you’re to marry the heir of VIBE Entertainment, as per the conditions set by her father.”

The words hit Soonyoung hard, like he’d just downed a bottle of vodka in one go. He resists the urge to launch himself at Mr. Kang. “And why the hell would I do that?”

“Because,” Mr. Kang sighs, exasperated, “you have to. It’s the only way for our label to survive. You know what our situation’s like, Soonyoung. The CEO of VIBE Entertainment is doing us a mercy here. Just marry the girl, and VIBE will take us under their wing, and-”

“And then what?” Soonyoung snaps, “We’ll just be one of the many companies monopolised by that farce of an entertainment label. You’ll be just another one of his subordinates, another one of his pawns. Is this the path you want?”

“I mean, just look at what the fuck you’re doing here.” Soonyoung runs his hand through his blonde locks in pure frustration. “I have a fucking girlfriend. You’re just going to upend my life to live out a shitty future? This is the twenty-first century, man. You’d think we’d have gotten over the stupid ‘arranged marriage’ cliche, huh?”

“What do you want me to do, then?” Mr. Kang raises his voice, his gaze hardening. “Do you think I haven’t considered the consequences of this for you? For the label? For me? I’m doing this because we have no other choice-”

“I have my fans. I could work something out,” Soonyoung reasons, pacing about Mr. Kang’s tiny, cramped office.

Mr. Kang laughs with no emotions behind his eyes, and Soonyoung is just now noticing the pure exhaustion manifested in his horrid dark eye circles. “Your fans can’t do jack shit, and you know it.”

Soonyoung doesn’t say anything in reply, because Mr. Kang is right. His record label had been struggling when Soonyoung first debuted, and silly, naive, eighteen-year-old him thought he could change that. Thought he could be Mr. Kang’s hero, thought he could save the label with his immaculate talent.

Fast forward to five years later, and the label is doing so much worse after suffering the effects of supporting an average pop star for half a decade. Hell, he can’t even bear to call himself a pop star. Five years down the rocky road to stardom, and he’s barely produced enough hits to even be considered a household name in the country, let alone the world. He knows Mr. Kang is right. They’ve been backed against the wall, and there’s only one way out.

Breaths evening out as he calms down, Soonyoung shuts his eyes so tight it feels like his sockets might pop out. Letting out a sigh in surrender, he slowly opens them and inhales deeply.

“How long do I have till it happens?”

You think you might just be Soonyoung’s biggest fan.

You’ve been with him on his journey to stardom since he debuted, and you’ve been a loyal fan since. You’d even talked to him once, when your father’s secretary brought you to the set where Soonyoung was filming an interview with a magazine.

Which is why your mind is reeling right now. Your father’s secretary, Joshua, had just informed you of your impending marriage to Soonyoung, and you’re both happy and taken by surprise.

“He… agreed to this? Willingly?” you ask, doubt lacing your voice. Joshua simply nods in response, before letting out a huge smile and stepping closer to you.

“This is really big, y/n,” Joshua grins toothily. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and launch yourself into your childhood best friend’s arms, squealing.

“I know, Shua! I’m just, really surprised he agreed to this willingly. I mean, I feel really bad since this is, like, being forced upon us and all, but maybe he remembers me from the time we met at the N Magazine shoot?” you ramble in complete disbelief. “God, Joshua. What if he doesn’t like me? Or I don’t like him as a person? We’d be so miserable, maybe it’s not too late-”

“You know you can’t change his mind once he’s set on it, y/n.” Joshua sighs, gently grabbing you by your shoulders to ground you. “Besides, what’s not to like about you? The only thing you should be worried about is whether or not you’ll like him.”

You break out into a dopey smile, touched by Joshua’s kind words. “Aw, Joshie, are you flirting with me now?”

You see a hint of panic flash through Joshua’s widened eyes, but his phone beeps with a notification before you can call him out on it.

“Oh my god, I almost forgot,” Joshua says after pocketing his phone. “You have a dinner with him tonight.”

You’re late to the dinner.

Which clearly would not give Soonyoung a good impression of you, you realise, as you silently pray for Joshua to drive faster.

In your defence, Joshua had only informed you about the scheduled dinner barely an hour before it was supposed to happen, and you were at your office in your father’s company building sorting out some PR stuff for a newly-debuted boygroup, so you had a grand total of about forty minutes to prepare yourself for the dinner. Which, after reducing the travel time to your apartment to get ready and to the restaurant, left you a whopping ten minutes to spare.

Which is how you ended up in this predicament, at least ten minutes late to your first official meeting as a soon-to-be married couple.

You don’t even realise when Joshua finally pulls up in front of the restaurant, and he has to gently nudge you to snap you out of your stupor.

“I’ll be waiting out here when you’re done, okay? Everything’s going to be fine,” Joshua smiles softly, reassuring you with honey laced in his words. You shoot him a nervous smile, bidding him goodbye as you scramble out of his car and into the restaurant.

The restaurant is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. You guess you’re considered a child of nepotism (a “nepo-baby”, as Joshua calls it), yes, but you’d stopped relying on your father’s black card to get by, instead depending on the pay you earn from your job (which technically comes from him since you work at his company as the PR team leader of a newly-debuted boygroup, but it’s still your money nonetheless) that honestly isn’t much, but you get by, so you couldn’t ask for more, really. Contrary to popular belief, you don’t really do fancy restaurants, hence your surprise.

Your first thought is that this restaurant is overwhelmingly bright. The place is decked out with so many chandeliers, and there are so many utensils laid out on an empty table for two you’d think there were at least five people having a meal there. You briefly glance at an occupied table and wince upon seeing the measly portion of the food, knowing you’ll probably have to get takeout later.

Your second thought is holy shit, Soonyoung’s right there, and he is ethereal the moment you spot him a few tables in front of you, seemingly lost in thought in a booth in the corner of the restaurant. He’s dressed to the nines in a crisp navy blue button down with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black slacks, and his hair is nicely slicked back with a few strands framing his face, your heart nearly stopping at the sight. He makes eye contact with you as you stand there like a total idiot and looks away before you beam at him, like he didn’t recognise you.

Right, you think, he probably doesn’t recognise you considering the last time the both of you interacted had been four years ago. You take a deep breath and mentally psych yourself up as you walk over to Soonyoung.

Soonyoung looks visibly confused when you stand in front of him, and you don’t know if you should be amused or offended.

“Hi,” you begin, “I’m y/n.”

As if a switch was turned on the moment you introduced yourself, Soonyoung’s gaze hardens, and you feel yourself shrink a little under his piercing eyes.

“You’re late,” he practically spits, venom lacing the two simple words.

“I’m sorry, I got here on short notice, I only knew about this like two hours-”

“Save it, I don’t really care. Let’s just get this over with.” Soonyoung grumbles, not even bothering to hide his eye roll. Hurt flares in your chest, and you timidly take the seat across from him.

“Um, so, I think we’ve met b-”

You’re cut off once again as Soonyoung closes his eyes and sighs in visible frustration, his breaths becoming quicker. “Look, uh, y/n, I have no intention of being, like, friends with you or whatever, okay? You folks sprung this up on me like I’m some kind of object, so you can’t expect me to act like all of this is fine when it’s really not. Let’s just get this dinner over and done with and go back to our expiring freedom, yeah?”

“Soonyoung, but you… agreed to this. Willingly,” you protest, confused at the rude tone he’s taking on.

Soonyoung scoffs, cocking an eyebrow at you. “I have a girlfriend, y/n. Why would I accept this willingly?”

You don’t talk after that, and just like that, there’s an unspoken agreement that that was the end of the conversation for possibly the entire dinner.

Your food arrives, in portions made for children just like you expected, and you eat in silence, willing yourself to stay calm. Maybe he’s just having a bad day, you try to reason, blinking back tears.

Or maybe, the voice deep inside of your head pops up, you’re doomed to be in this loveless marriage forever.

You jolt out of your trance as your fork clatters to the floor with an ear-piercing sound, and you smile sheepishly at the neighbouring diners who had turned to see what the commotion was. Picking up your fork and laying it on the table, you decide that you’ve probably had enough for the day.

“It was nice, uh, meeting you. I should go now,” you purse your lips together and try your hardest to not burst into tears in front of Soonyoung, though if he notices, he gives no indication. You stand up and leave after a few seconds of silence, feeling increasingly suffocated.

As soon as you step out of the restaurant, you let out a huge breath, the first tear slipping out of your left eye. Through your blurred vision, you see Joshua stepping out of his car, hurrying over to you.

“Oh my god, y/n,” he frets over you, swiping your tears away with his thumbs. “What did he say to you?”

You continue sobbing as Joshua wraps his arms around you, leaning your head on his shoulder as you shake uncontrollably. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Let’s get you home, hm?”

You nod in between sobs, letting your body go limp as Joshua walks you to his car.

The ride home is silent, your mind clear of all thoughts but one.

You’re doomed to live out the rest of your miserable life with a man who cannot and will not love you. Not now, and not ever.

a/n 2: i hope this was okay!

taglist: @slytherinshua @xomingyu @belladaises @pepperonidk @tastymintchocolate @smilehui @dahliatopia

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Interlude No. 8 | ksy x reader

Interlude No. 8: You're ovulating, and Soonyoung's hand is on your thigh, and if you weren't in this uber, you'd already be stuffed full of his cock.

Warnings: alcohol mention, they’re both a lil tipsy, mention of cum inflation, impreg kink, unprotected piv sex, lowkey irresponsible family planning, babymaking sex, breeding kink, creampie(s), consensual somnophilia

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, wears a dress and heels, can get pregnant

You’re ovulating, and Soonyoung’s hand is on your thigh. 

You can feel it creeping higher and higher, his warm fingers brushing the sensitive skin, shifting closer to your panties with every stop sign and red light. Normally, you’d stop him, but you’re ovulating, and slightly tipsy, and you want him more than anything right now, so his touch is more than welcome. 

It’s also grounding, in a way, though it makes your blood run hot in your veins, makes your heart race, makes you want to climb into his lap and kiss him senseless. Makes you want to sink down on his cock and bounce until he fills you with his cum, until he pumps you with enough to distend your stomach, until he gives you what you’ve been too nervous to ask for. 

You won’t do that to the uber driver though, so until the car rolls up to your apartment complex, you’ll just have to endure Soonyoung’s teasing fingers. It’s not much longer, thankfully, and soon enough, you’re stumbling through the open door and holding your husband’s hand as he attempts to do the same thing. 

You both thank the driver and wave as they pull away before turning and beginning the trek to the elevator, the stretch of sidewalk between you and the building doubling before your very eyes. You can already feel blisters forming on the backs of your ankles from your strappy heels, and you sigh out, “Stop for a second, babe.”

He halts instantly, turning to you in concern before taking the purse you hand him and offering his other arm for you to hold as you lean down and unbuckle your heels. You lose a couple inches as you step out of the shoes, but you don’t mind that, not when it means you can walk without pain. 

Soonyoung holds out your purse and takes your heels in exchange, reaching for your hand with his free one and tugging you along again. You make it to the lobby in no time with how quickly he’s pulling you, and you stifle a giggle as he frantically presses the button for the elevator, muttering, “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”

The doors open and he ushers you inside, jabbing the button for your floor and waiting just until the doors close to push you into the corner and cover your lips with his. His fingers sink into your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss before dropping your heels and sliding his hand beneath your dress to grip your ass, pulling your hips into his. You gasp at the feeling of his bulge against you and he takes that as an opportunity to suck your tongue into his mouth, a shaky moan leaving you at the barrage of sensations. 

When the elevator stops on your floor and opens up with a ding, he doesn’t seem ready to stop kissing you, his lips fever hot against yours and his hands possessive. You have to push him away, melting at the pout that graces his handsome face before reminding him, “You can’t fuck me unless we’re in the apartment.” 

That’s enough to get him moving, his body reluctantly parting from yours as he takes hold of your hand and leans down to swipe your heels off the tile. You have to jog to keep up with him, but you don’t mind now that you’re dizzy with desire and the remnants of your tipsiness. 

You dig through your purse for your key as you arrive at the door and he feeds it into the lock, gaining access to your apartment with more ease than you expected considering you’re both still buzzed. You hurry inside, hearing the door slam and lock behind you before you’re being guided over to the couch with two hands on your hips, your purse and heels lost somewhere along the way. 

Instinctively, you bend over the arm of the couch, but Soonyoung’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you back up, his grabby hands yanking at your dress until you can tear it over your head, leaving you in the lingerie set you forgot you wore to surprise him. 

He moans woundedly, stepping around you to sink into the sofa and stare up at you like you’re made of stardust. His hands hover close to your body, as if he doesn’t know whether he can touch or not, and you take them in yours, drag them up to your lace encased breasts. He can’t seem to stop touching you after that, his palms searing as they smooth over your belly, down the fronts of your thighs, up the backs, his fingers slipping beneath your matching underwear to grope at the fat of your ass. 

You’re the one to stop him, leaning down and pushing his legs apart as you press your kiss-swollen lips to his, swallowing his groan and sliding your hand up his thigh to cover his thickening cock. It’s hot under your hand, big, and when you squeeze, it twitches in his slacks, dotting the dark gray fabric with precum. You know how it feels when he’s inside of you, know what it’s like to be filled by him, stretched by him, made complete by him, and you want it desperately. 

But more than that, you want to tell him the secret you’ve been harboring for the past few weeks, the wish that started out small and grew large enough to occupy your mind at any given time. 

“Soonyoung, I have to tell you something,” you break the kiss to whisper, allowing him to tug you into his lap, your legs parted over his waist and your arms draped around his neck. 

“What, baby? Is something wrong?” He asks, panting, his eyes valiantly attempting to stay on yours instead of the rise of your tits when you take in a deep, centering breath. 

“Nothing’s wrong, per se. I just… I really want,” you bite your lips, nervous to tell him this even though you haven’t felt nervous around him since the very beginning of your relationship. 

“What do you want? I’ll give you anything, you know that,” he reassures you, cupping your face and brushing over your cheekbone with a soft thumb. 

“I want to have a baby with you,” you breathe out in a rush, your eyes squeezing closed so you don’t have to see his expression change. “And I’m ovulating, so if we skip the condom, you could literally get me pregnant tonight.”

He doesn’t make a sound, and then all of a sudden, he’s wrapping both arms around your waist and holding you close to his shuddering chest, little sobs sounding in your ear as he buries his face in your neck. 

“Soonyoung?” You ask, sounding as alarmed as you feel. You try to push him away but he’s too strong, whimpering and holding you tighter as his tears leak out onto your throat. 

You fear you’ve broken your husband. There’s nothing to do but rest your chin on his head as he sniffles and weeps, worry invading your mind as you wait for him to patch himself together enough to talk to you. 

Finally, he releases you and pulls away, his face red and wet with tears as he gazes up at you with adoration and wonder. 

“I wanna have a baby with you,” he beams, cupping your face with both hands and pulling you into a kiss, all of his love and tenderness and hope pouring from his lips into yours. 

You know you should talk it out more, discuss logistics and the future and everything that comes with adding to your family, but fuck if you don’t want his dick inside you right this second. 

So you don’t question his words, just shuffle closer to him until you can grind over his cock, feeling the seat of your panties dampen with arousal as they’re pressed against your pussy by his thrusting hips. 

It’s a mockery of what you really want, and you don’t last long before you’re shifting back and fumbling with the button and zipper on his slacks, tugging them and his boxer briefs to rest below his heavy balls as his cock pops up between you. You eye it with hunger, rising up on your knees and tugging your panties to the side before lining it up with your entrance.

“Baby, wait, let me open you up a little first,” Soonyoung pants, his fingers sliding between your thighs and grazing your clit, making you shiver. 

“No, I need you,” you whine, your face crumpling when his other hand flies to your hip and clutches tight, holding you in place. 

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs soothingly, knocking his cock out of the way so he can dip his fingers inside of you. 

“Can’t you feel how wet I am? It won’t hurt,” you insist, before you decide begging is something you’re willing to do. “Please, I want to feel your cock so bad, I want to feel you cum inside me and I want it to stick, I want you to get me pregnant, Soonyoung.”

You’ve never not used a condom before, and you’re hoping the temptation of fucking you raw is enough to push him over the edge. His face reddens again, his eyes fluttering shut and his cock twitching against your ass. You fight a smile when he swears and takes hold of his dick, pressing it to your entrance and pulling you down just a little, just enough for the head to lock in. 

You feel his fingers part your pussy further, feel them holding you open as he thrusts his hips up, fucking into you slowly to stretch you out. You push down faster than he pulls you, but he doesn’t seem to want you to stop, precious little ah ah ah’s escaping his parted lips as he fills you. 

It’s glorious, the sensation of him bare. The sheer warmth of him, the veins that drag against your walls, the precum you already feel dripping into you. When he bottoms out, you almost wish you didn’t have to move, to lose the feeling of being whole. 

Then he lifts you up and bucks those dancer’s hips into you, and you’re reminded of your original wish. You’ve made him cum before just by cockwarming and clenching around him, but he cums faster when he’s fucking you, and that’s what you really want. You want him to give you every drop, fill you to the brim, fuck it back into you when it starts to leak out. 

You almost don’t even care if you cum too, but Soonyoung obviously does because his fingers travel back to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you throbbing within a split second. His hips jackhammer into you, and your nails dig into his fabric covered shoulders as you hold on for dear life. 

You can hear yourself whimpering pitifully but you can’t stop, not when he suddenly starts running his mouth. 

“Gonna give you, fuck, so much fuckin’ cum, baby. All night, I won’t stop. You’ll be fucking pregnant by morning, I swear,” his words tremble with exertion but his tone rings true, and all you can do is shudder out a moan and clench down around him. 

You muddle through the onslaught of pleasure to tell him, “Even if I fall asleep, keep fucking me.” 

“Yeah, baby?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Still want me to breed you even if you pass out on my dick?” 

The image and his swirling fingers are enough to push you over the edge, your cunt clamping down on him as light fills your vision and every sound but the noise of him fucking into you fades away. 

You can feel him throbbing inside of you, and before you’re even fully on the other side of your orgasm, you’re whining, “Want it, Soonyoung, cum inside me, please, please, please.”

He forces out a swear and slams you down one last time, his dick jerking as his cum pumps into you, a strange warmth growing in your lower belly with every rope of white hot cum that paints your walls. 

You sigh in relief, tipping forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder, pouting when it meets fabric instead of skin. 

“Take your clothes off,” you mumble, your body like lead on top of him. 

He tips you to the side and hisses as he pulls out, taking hold of your fingers and bringing them to your pussy, covering your entrance when he tells you, “Don’t let any leak out.” 

You won’t, both because you don’t want to get the couch cleaned and because you don’t want to waste a drop. You peek an eye open to watch him strip, his toned body slowly being revealed to you with every article of clothing he removes. 

When he’s finally naked, he leans down and reaches behind you, undoing your bra and carefully pushing you to rest on your back as he pulls the straps down your arms. The panties are a bit trickier as you want to keep your fingers in place, but you let go for a single moment and he tugs them down, your hand immediately returning to your pussy to hold his cum inside. 

But he pulls your hand away, and you blink up at him in confusion before feeling his wet, hard dick pressing into you again. He fucks you softly this time, your legs hooked over his arms and his knee bent up on the couch, the other leg straight and bracing him on the floor. 

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave when he leans closer so he can kiss you, his pelvis grinding into your clit and his dick feeling twice as big with you folded like this. It’s not long before he’s filling you, the burst of heat in your stomach a bit more familiar now. He lays against you for a while, staying inside even as his cock softens, his hips pressed tight enough to yours to prevent any cum from escaping. 

You wake to him tugging you up from the couch and off to bed, one arm around your waist and one curved over your stomach, his hand between your legs to stem the flow of cum as you walk. When you get to the bed, he helps you climb up, pushing you to lay on your stomach and lifting your hips enough to nudge a spare pillow beneath them. 

You’re barely lucid as you feel his hands spread your cheeks and his dick slide inside, and before you drop back into sleep, you hear him murmuring, “Gotta, fuck, gotta keep you full. Promised I would.” 

Two weeks later, you find yourself buying pregnancy tests instead of pads.

(Every single one is positive)

AN: "but emily you just wrote a breeding kink fic" ah but that was with joshua and they didn't actually want kids so technically this is different 😌

Yes to all of this

Kinktober Day 2: Dacryphilia + Soonyoung

For 🐯

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: 718

Warnings: dacryphilia, piv sex, creampie, subby soonyoung, praise kink, dirty talk

Soonyoung whimpers beneath you, his arms stretched above his head and his fingers tangled up in the sheets. He arches his back and lets out a broken cry, his face screwed up in pleasure as your hips slam into his, over and over and over again. 

You know he loves when you ride him like this, when you fuck him, when you use him how you want, and it only gets more obvious when he starts running his mouth. 

“So good, baby, so good. So fucking hot and- shit, fucking wet and perfect around my cock. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please.”

His sharp gasp echoes around the room when you tilt back and brace yourself on his thighs, the angle letting the head of his dick drag against your g-spot with every thrust. You tighten up around him, hug the length of his cock with your walls, and as he sinks in and glides out, another noise joins the sound of your coupling. 

Little sobs are leaving Soonyoung, his chest shuddering with hitched breaths and weak whines, and when you look closer, you can see water gathering on his lash line. You’ve never fucked him to tears before, and before you can push it down, a smirk rises to your face. 

You love having such an effect on him, love that you can make him feel so good, he cries. Love that all you need to do is pulse your inner muscles and writhe on top of him, and he’ll look up at you like you’re an angel come to take him to heaven. 

His face is wet with tears now, his cheeks steadily growing redder and redder as your cunt swallows his dick, and you swear he’s never looked more beautiful to you before. You don’t care about your own pleasure anymore, all you can care about is making your pretty little boyfriend cry even more. 

So you move faster, bounce harder, clench down on him as tight as you can, and soon enough, each breath in is a sob and each breath out is a whimper. His cheeks glisten in the low light of your bedroom, his sounds filling the space along with the staccato smack of your hips against his and the wet noise of his cock pushing through your arousal. 

He has to be getting close, you can feel the way he’s hardening and jerking inside of you, but you don’t think he can gather enough words to warn you like he normally does. You know him well enough not to need it, anyway. Without breaking your rhythm, you move one of your hands down between your legs, rubbing your clit the way you know will get you there. 

You don’t really need to cum, but you know Soonyoung loves feeling you ripple and squeeze around him and right now, you want to give him everything he wants. You want to make him feel better than he’s ever felt before, you want him to know, without a single doubt, that you’re the best he’s ever had. That you're the best he’ll ever have, because he’s there’s no way he’s getting rid of you now. 

He stutters something out, something you can’t quite make out, and suddenly, he’s filling you with hot, white cum. It shoots out of his cock in spurts, painting your walls and bringing you over the edge, your cunt locking down around him as he cums and cums and cums. 

By the time it’s over, you feel so full that you could cry too. 

Instead, you bend forward, leaning over his body and cupping his cheeks with your hands as you whisper sweet nothings to him, dropping kisses all over his red, wet face. 

“So good for me, Soonyoung, you did such a good job.”

“Yeah?” He asks, his voice weak and broken and his eyes filling with tears once again. 

“Yeah, baby, so pretty when you cry.”

He smiles a small, proud little smile and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug and nuzzling his face in your neck. You’ll need to clean up soon, unfold yourself and stumble off to the shower together, but for now you can just be with him.  

“Can I make you cry next time?”

“You’re more than welcome to try.”

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❁ pictures you've taken of your boyfriend, soonyoung

More of the boyfriend pictures series

there's no better thing in this world than to feed soonyoung. the joy in his eyes, the way he munchies on the food, how he hums to the taste on his tongue.

"this is so good", he points to the chicken on his hand, lips stained with its sauce. "did you put mostard on it?"

you nod, walking to the table and putting another plate in front of him.

"eat with this."

"you made kimchi?", soonyoung's eyes sparks at you.

"your mom did. she stopped by today and left some for us."

it's quite funny the way soonyoung gasps and stuff his mouth with kimchi, eyes closed in that sweet smile of his.

when you sit beside him to have dinner too, soonyoung doesn't have to say a thing - the little burp he accidentally lets out because he's well-fed and, most importantly, happy, is enough.

Dates Like You (2)

Pairing : Soonyoung x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None

Comfort In You (1)

Soonyoung's first date with you doesn't go as he expected. But at least it was fun.

Soonyoung's ideal first date was a pottery studio. His grin was bright as usual as he stands proudly in front of the only studio he could find in that area.

"So, pottery?" you giggle at the adorable idea he had came up with.

"Yes. I was thinking of something unique," he says, "You don't like it?"

You shake your head aggressively, partly wondering where he had gotten that idea from, "Of course, I love it. I've always been an arts person and yet I've never tried pottery before"

"Good thing I brought you here, then"

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"Look here, kids, you both seem like trouble. I have some foreign tourists who want to learn pottery as well. Please don't make any mess," Mrs. Yoon, the owner of the studio says, but the grin you and Soonyoung share doesn't seem convincing to her.

"Of course, Mrs. Yoon. We're angels"

"I hope that's true," she sighs and walks off to the tourists who had been waiting for the past 10 minutes.

"Do you know how to do it?" you ask Soonyoung once you were not able to see the lady anymore.

"Of course," he replies confidentially.

"Then, you'll have to teach me"

Soonyoung walks over to one of the pottery wheels where Mrs. Yoon had already set up all the equipments including a decent amount of clay. You follow him and sit by the wheel, and Soonyoung plops himself next to you.

"I seriously have no idea what to do," you admit, your ears turning red.

"You have to place the clay on the wheel first. Then, while the wheel spins you can shape the clay into literally anything," Soonyoung explains and you look at him blankly, still not feeling confident.

He sees your expression and laughs, "Let me help you," he moves behind you.

You flush at the sudden closure between the both of you.

"So," he whispers in your ear, placing his hand on yours, his legs trapping your own, leaving no gap between you, "We have to put the clay on the wheel head, first," he grabs some clay from the side and places it on the wheel and turns it on.

"Now, we have to shape it," he guides your hands, fingers sliding into yours as he shapes the clay. You watch in amusement as the clay takes form, wondering if your hands were the one doing it.

You didn't say anything, being too focused on your beating heart and through your back you could hear Soonyoung's too. Your face was set in a dark shade of scarlet.

"I know it isn't easy but it's fun," Soonyoung whispers in your ear and you nod, as no words came from your throat.

A while later, you were done with your pottery and Soonyoung frees his tangled limbs from yours, making you sigh in relief because finally your heart can calm down.

Soonyoung's eyes were on the mug he made. It had some minor flaws but you thought that it still looked cute.

"I'm not an expert as you can see from the final product," Soonyoung looks sheepish, his cheeks dusted in red.

"It looks adorable. I'm keeping it forever. I mean, if you let me"

"Of course," he pulls you closer by your hand. He cups your cheek, despite his hands being a mess from all the clay, "Can I kiss you?"

Man, you would have died then and there. The look in his eyes was enough to make you breathless. It wasn't the most romantic place, with all the clay and dust, but for you it was enough. You nod, flustered and Soonyoung grins before pressing his lips against yours.

You could feel his smile as he kisses you slowly but before you could kiss back, you hear Mrs. Yoon's shriek.

"You kids, my studio is not the place for you to be making out. Get lost before I kick you out. And take that thing with you," you pull away from Soonyoung, all flustered from the second kiss you shared with him.

"We're sorry, Mrs. Yoon," you apologize and pack up your things including the mug, while Soonyoung stood by with a giddy smile.

"Bye, Mrs. Yoon," you say, grabbing Soonyoung by the arm and leave the studio.

"You shouldn't have done that"

"I asked your permission though!"

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"Soonyoung, are you done?" you ask trying to peep through your fingers. Soonyoung had brought you to his house, wanting to show you something and had you close your eyes. You were sitting beside him at his dining table.

"Almost. Don't look," he says, "And done. You can look now"

You remove your hands from your face. Soonyoung smiles and hands you the now-painted mug. His smile widens seeing upon your reaction.

"Oh my god. It looks so adorable," you say cupping the mug in your hands with a grin, "Thank you"

"No problem. I just thought it looked too plain. Also," he pointed at the bottom, "I wrote our initials".

You turn the mug over and sure it was there. K.S.Y + Y/N written in bold letters with a small heart below it. 'First Gift on the First Date' was written in even smaller letters and it puts a smile on your face.

"You're my girlfriend, now, Y/n. This gift proves it"

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. ☘︎ ݁˖ ༺ ENTHRALLED 𓍢ִ໋ ⛫💨⋅ ˚₊ 🫧༺ ━━ "your scent, so captiving. Drawing me in, closer and closer like a siren call."

𝒩ow playing ━━ ♫ ໂSolo by Jay Park

pairing ۪ ࣪ ִ ٫ ٫ ◌ ۪stranger!hoshi x stranger!fem reader 세븐틴 호시,, genre ✄۫ ָ֢ ⬫๑⠀ﾟ⠀`fluff, sfw, romance, blind date, strangers to lovers, love at first sight . ⠀ﾟ ᶻ𝘇𐰁 ! warnings ꒰ ⑅๑ none!! ೀ⍵᷼𝗍𝗍᷼ ✽ ۪ ⊹ wc ⍵᷼ 𝗍 ~ 1.7k

𝓚𝓲𝓶'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝔃 ; Hello dearest!! >< Thanks for showing love and support to my first soonie fic!! I'm gonna cry with tears full of happiness T v T because of you, I became more confident to make my second fic!! Hope you'll enjoy this too. muahh~💗💕

Don't copy,repost & translate any of my work!! Reblog is okay~💙 (!!PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!!)

"Ughhhhhhhhhh…" Soonyoung sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. "Stupid blind date," he muttered under his breath, his thumb swiping aimlessly on his phone screen. Just hours before, he was peacefully asleep in his cozy bed, cuddled up with his beloved tiger plushie, when his mother suddenly barged into his room, violently awakening him from his tranquil slumber.

"I didn't even sign up for this," he exhaled. Soonyoung couldn't help but feel annoyed as he remembered the events leading up to this moment. His mother had been pestering him to go on a blind date, set up by her best friend. He had tried to resist, but his mother, being as stubborn as always, insisted that it would be good for him to meet new people. 

Feeling both frustrated and bored, he plugged in his earphones and started listening to Solo by Jay Park. As he immersed himself, the café bell rang, signaling the arrival of someone. Caught off guard, Soonyoung turned towards the sound instinctively, his gaze meeting yours.

Soonyoung couldn't help but be captured by you as you approached him. It wasn't your appearance that had him mesmerized, but rather the sweet and enticing scent of the fragrance you wore. There was something about your scent—a sweet, enticing vanilla fragrance—that seemed to pull him in. He discreetly took a deep breath, savoring the aroma that seemed to wrap around him with every step you took. 

"Hi," you said. Greeting him with a smile. "You must be Soonyoung, right? It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."

You noticed that Soonyoung seemed lost in thought and unresponsive. Wanting to get his attention, you jokingly waved your hand in front of him. "Hello? Earth to Hoshi!" you teased. 

Caught off guard, Hoshi blinked twice, shaking himself out of his reverie.

"S-sorry about that, and yes, I'm Soonyoung, but who are you?" He asked, still dazed and unaware that you were his blind date.

You chuckled slightly, somewhat surprised that he hadn't recognized you yet. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the arrangements for your blind date. Deciding to clarify the situation, you replied, "I'm your date."

A few seconds of realization passed before his eyes widened slightly, and he repeated, "You're my date?" With a smile, you nodded in affirmation, "Yes, the one who you were supposed to meet for this date." You explained it gently.

Hoshi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he apologized for not realizing who you were earlier. "Oh my god, sorry," he stuttered. "Oh, don't worry about it," you reassure him with a comforting smile. 

"Everyone makes mistakes." In truth, you find his endless apologies adorable, and his genuine remorse only adds to his charm. "Let me buy you something," he offers, determined to show you how genuinely sorry he is.

"Sure." you replied, accepting his offer without hesitation. "What would you like?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if afraid you might not like what he picked out.

"Anything would be fine." you reassured him, sensing his uncertainty.

He then said, "Okay. I'll be back in afew minutes." and turned to leave.

Minutes passed by as you waited for his return. You couldn't help but feel a little lonely without Soonyoung. It was as if Soonyoung had an innate ability to make others feel comfortable and at ease in his presence. You found yourself strangely drawn to him, unable to put your finger on why he had this effect on you.

Suddenly, you sensed a presence behind you, and as you turned around you find out the person is Soonyoung. A smile tugged at your lips as he approached you with a drink and cake in his hands. "Took you so long there." you teased him with a playful tone, your hand resting casually on your chin as you looked up at him. Soonyoung rolled his eyes at you, but you could see the hint of a smile on his face, betraying his feigned irritation.

"Can't cut the line though," he replied.

"Oh, and what's that?" you asked curiously, gesturing towards the drinks he held in his hand.

"For you," he answered, still unsure if you would like what he had chosen. "I don't know what to get you, so I just ordered like how I usually get." he explained as he handed you the cup, which you assumed as coffee.

"Thank you," you said, taking the cup from him and bringing it to your lips. Soonyoung watched anxiously as you took the first sip, praying silently that it was to your liking.

"Latte?" you asked, your eyebrows slightly furrowing as you considered the taste. Soonyoung held his breath, waiting for your verdict.

"Does it…taste good?" he inquired, his eyes searching your face for any indication of approval. You took a moment to fully appreciate the flavor, the rich aroma of the coffee filling your senses. To his relief, your face brightened as you finally answered.

"It actually tastes better than I expected!" you exclaimed, your eyes still locked on the cup as you continued to relish the drink. Soonyoung let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your positive reaction.

"Latte is my favorite." you added, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment. Soonyoung's heart skipped a beat as his expression softened at your words. "Really?" he asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. He hadn't expected you to reveal such a personal preference, and the revelation took him off guard.

"Yes. How about you?" you questioned, looking at him with curiosity. "Actually… Latte is my favorite too…" he admitted, a hint of shyness in his voice. Your eyes widened with excitement upon hearing his answer. "Really?!" you exclaimed, not expecting him to share the same interest.

Soonyoung nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah…" he affirmed. You suddenly had an idea. "Let's play a game," you suggested, an impish gleam in your eyes.

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow. "What game?" he asked curiously, leaning closer to you as he waited for your explanation. "We need to say our favorite thing at the same time," you explained, the excitement in your voice evident. "Sounds fun," Hoshi agreed, his expression lighting up. "So..are you ready to join in Mr.Kwon?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Soonyoung chuckled at your sudden formalities, "Mr.Kwon,' huh? You're being quite formal." He leaned closer to you, a smirk playing on his lips. But he quickly composed himself and declared, "But yes, I'm ready to play."

"Okay so..1..2..3! Movie!" you shouted.

"Pirates of the carribbean!" The two of you shared a quick glance, finding further familiarity in each other's answers.

"Colour!"

"Black and white!"

"Favourite singer?!" you asked eagerly, anticipating his answer.

"Beyonce!" Soonyoung answered without hesitation.

"Oh my god we're the same!!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening in disbelief. Soonyoung chuckled at your reaction, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Seems like we have more in common than we thought," he remarked, his gaze holding yours warmly

"I can't believe this, we really do like the same things." you replied, your heart racing slightly at the sheer coincidence of your similar taste.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, filled with the knowledge that you had more in common than expected. However, a sudden awkwardness settled in the air, and Soonyoung, feeling responsible for the change in atmosphere, tried to break the tension by asking about your perfume.

"By the way, what perfume did you use? I-I'm sorry if it's a bit sudden, I was just curious… Just… just pretend like I never asked." He trailed off, suddenly feeling embarrassed about the question. "S-sorry about that..I…"

"Kayali. The Vanilla one." you replied calmly, cutting off his rambling. "W-what?" he asked back.

"Kayali." you repeated as you take a bite of the cake that he bought earlier. "Why?" you asked.

"Nothing..It, smells good."

~~~~

Your date with Soonyoung had gone incredibly well, but unfortunately, time flew by really quickly and it was time to part ways. "Let me take you home," Soonyoung offered, rummaging through his pockets for his car keys.

"No, no. It's okay. I'll just take a taxi," you reassured him. “Are you sure?” he asked, still concerned.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,” you affirmed, giving him a confident smile. "Alright then," he said, but he still wanted to make sure you got home safely.

"But let me at least accompany you until the taxi arrives." he offered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Okay," you agreed, appreciating his concern. Together, you both walked together to the taxi stand, the sound of your's and Soonyoung's footsteps echoing through the quiet street. As you both arrived at the taxi stand, Soonyoung finally broke the silence.

"Before you go, I was wondering…can I have your phone number?" he asked, his eyes locking yours. You were startled by the sudden request, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Sure," you replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.

"Great," Soonyoung breathed, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

He quickly entered your phone number into his own phone, his fingers moving nimbly across the screen.

"There," he said, showing you his phone screen with your contact information listed. "Now I have your number. Thanks." he said, his voice is soft and sincere. Just then, a taxi pulled up to the stand. You turned to look at the waiting vehicle, then back at him.

"I guess that's my ride," you said, a hint of reluctance in your tone.

Soonyoung nodded, taking a step back to give you space. "Yeah, I guess so.." he replied, his expression mirroring your own feelings.

Thanks for today," you said, feeling grateful for the wonderful time you had together. "Your welcome." he replied.

As you were reaching to open the taxi door, you felt a gentle but firm grip around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. As you turned around, you were suprised to see Soonyoung.

"Wait…" he said, his voice soft but insistent. You looked back at him, curious about what he had to say.

"Tell me if you're free next time. I would love to know you more."

"Oh, and," he added, his tone casual. "Don't forget to wear that perfume you wore today. It smells good."

A/N : sorry for my cramp ending TT...I was in a rush...but honestly, I have a lot of fun in writing this ^^

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Proud (k.sy)

genre: fluffy + some angst

pairing: Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung) x gn!reader

word count: ~980

summary: comfort and confrontation

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

Soonyoung snuggled closer to you, his head laying on your stomach as your fingers softly threaded through his silver locks, his light snores signaling that he had fallen asleep. You looked down at your boyfriend, a smile gracing your features, your heart drumming in your chest. He still managed to make your heart race despite the years you spent together.  

You continued to comb through his hair, thinking how peaceful he looked at this moment. Soonyoung had been busy with promotions for the comeback and his solo that the two of you rarely had time together. You let out a quiet sigh, not wanting to disturb the sleeping boy.

You grew to love Soonyoung. From his hardworking demeanor to accepting his stubbornness when insisting that he had to work harder. As much as you admired him for being able to take on so much and to come successful, you couldn’t help but worry about him from time to time.

Like Jihoon, he would push himself to give his all in everything that he did Soonyoung would continue fighting and struggling to get the best results out of the fear of failure; it’s this similarity that makes them so alike.

You shuddered at the thought of the small arguments the two of you had when he would push himself too hard. 

You would apologize not that long after, nonetheless. It wasn’t in your intention to stress Soonyoung more than he already was, and he knew that you were doing this because you were worried about his state. It brought the two of you to now, him relaxing in your arms. 

You lovingly stared at Soonyoung as you gently traced your fingers down his jaw.

You loved him so much. 

It wasn’t fair that he pushed himself so hard like this. You didn’t want him to burn out or to hurt himself in the process of doing something he loved. Even if it proved difficult to convince him to take a nap or even snuggle, it still scared you that he would continue pushing himself to his limit. 

You understood that he knew what he was doing and loved every second dancing, finding every second as an opportunity to improve. Yet Soonyoung tended to punish himself when things wouldn’t work out. Whether it be overtime in the studio or even in the gym, you would find him pushing himself until he couldn’t go anymore. 

You remembered opening the gym doors to drag Soonyoung home when he suddenly fell from the pull-up bar. You were about to run to him when he slowly pushed himself up, arms trembling from exhaustion, before punching the ground in frustration. You froze, watching his shoulders shake from where you were standing, his quiet sobs hurting you more than you could ever imagine. You remembered how painful it felt to see him in that state, and it didn’t take you that long to rush to his side to wipe away his tears and to take his sweaty body into your arms. 

Soonyoung stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up to the sound of your sniffling. It took him a few moments to process what was happening before pulling himself up to embrace you, your fingers gently clawing at the sweater he was wearing.

“What happened baby?” he whispered while stroking the back of your head, his voice a bit raspy from waking up. 

“I love you so much, you know that right?” you sniffled into his clothes. Even if it was unclear, he was still able to hear you, a smug grin creeping its way onto his face. Soonyoung giggled at you, pulling you from his tear-stained sweater to wipe your eyes. 

“You’re crying because you love me?” he teased, his hands coming up to squish your cheeks together; he found you adorable, his grin widening as he saw you pout in his hands.

“Yes, I am,” you pouted, your eyes sore from the tears. You pounced on Soonyoung, knocking him onto his back, burying your face into the crook of his neck, his arms snaking around your waist to keep you in place. The two of you relaxed against each other, allowing the peaceful silence to take over. 

“Please take care of yourself Soonyoung,” you mumbled into his neck, knowing he could hear you. 

Soonyoung sighed before bringing his hand up to stroke your hair, “I’m sorry Y/n,” he kissed the crown of your head, “I’ll try better for you.” 

You looked up at your boyfriend, pushing yourself up to kiss him. Soonyoung kissed back, his hand holding your cheek in place as your lips gently pressed against each other. When you pulled away, you nudged your forehead with his.

You gazed into his eyes, feeling heart race once more, “You are better, Tiger. You are enough,” Soonyoung’s breath got caught in his throat, “You’re enough for me, Soonyoung, and that’s more than I can ask for.” 

The two of you sat up again, “I love you so much, Soonyoung,” you caressed his cheek, “you’re everything that I could ask. I’m so proud of you baby,” You wiped the tears falling down his face.

“Your work isn’t going unnoticed, baby, and you’re working so hard. I’m in awe whenever I see you. You’re so bright and burning with creativity and passion,” you wiped another tear before cupping his face so his eyes would meet yours, “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself when things don’t go your way.” Soonyoung buried his face in your chest, his short hiccups muffled by your shirt. 

“Everything will work itself out Soonie, you’ve gotten so far and worked too hard for it to not to.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “I’m so proud of you, baby,” you whispered to him, Soonyoung’s arms tightening around your waist, “I’m so proud.”

SOONYOUNG MY BABY🤧🤧🤧🤌

Make it Make Sense [Part 2]

pairings: soonyoung x fem!reader, mild wonwoo x fem!reader

(ft. Jihoon and Seungkwan, some other made up characters who just happen to have similar names to Kpop idols if it shows up)

synopsis: you’re hopelessly in love with your roommate and best friend, wonwoo, yet you’re fucking his least favorite person, kwon soonyoung? make it make sense.

genre/warnings: explicit smut (minors DNI!!), unprotected sex but not really cuz it wasn't "real", cowgirl, creampie, exhibitionism(?), male masturbation, wonwoo has many horny thoughts, soonyoung is kinda possessive, nudity, hickeys, suggestive touching in public, use of profanity, vomit, period stains, mentions of food, fluff, angst, fwb, one-sided pining, SO MUCH jealousy, unedited because im still shy

wc: ~6k oops-

a/n: thank you all so much for your feedback on the first drabble 😭😭😭 tbh, i was shocked to see it so well received since this really isn't my realm of writing 🥺 i hope you all enjoy this next part just as much! jeon wonwoo is fricking filthy 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 As always, I would love to hear your thots thoughts. A special thanks to @sleeplessdawn for helping make wonwoo's character much spicier 😉😘 thank you for always supporting me!! filthy or not 😂

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It was never Wonwoo’s intent to overhear your muffled moans this late at night. 

The walls of your shared apartment were thin. His soundproof gaming headset did well to conceal the sounds of whatever was going on your side of the apartment, but the moment he took them off after his fifteenth round of Sudden Attack, he heard things that perhaps he shouldn’t have heard from his best friend. Your whimpering, his moans, muffled what he presumed to be praises, the occasional knock of the bed frame against the wall. Wonwoo knew it wasn’t right because it was you and admittedly he was embarrassed, but . . . it made him hard. 

His breath hitched in his throat as he felt his dick twitch in his shorts, flexing his abdomen in an attempt to control his erection. All the layers of briefs and shorts covering his member were  starting to feel rather tight. Wonwoo refused to look down, keeping his eyes trained on his desktop screen, the menu of the game blinking in front of him and reflecting off his spectacles. This was so messed up, getting high to the sounds of you having sex. It’s not that Wonwoo didn’t expect you to do such things – you were human and had your own needs too. However, this was the first time you’ve ever brought anyone home in the five years of the two of you living together. It was sinful to know you sounded heavenly. 

Suddenly, a shriek of satisfaction echoed through the empty hallways, riveting off Wonwoo’s bedroom walls. It was followed by a low chuckle that presumably belonged to your partner. 

“Fuck,” Wonwoo grumbled as he felt it twitch yet again – more intensely this time. He keeled forward, his hands flying to cup his dick. This was getting unbearable – he had to do something about it. Just as he was getting up out of his gamer chair, a soft warble from his computer sounded, indicating a new message on his Discord. 

$Coups: Another round?

Wonderful timing – truly, Choi Seungcheol. 

nowonwoo: Nah – tired. 

$Coups: k - night. 

Carelessly ripping off his headset and throwing it haphazardly onto his chair, Wonwoo quickly closed his browser and stumbled towards his bed. He flopped onto his bed, reaching into his shorts to relieve his member of all the restraints. A shaky sigh escaping his lips, he squeezed his eyes shut as he gingerly wrapped his hand around his phallus, in fear of the tactile stimulation being too much that he would scream and you would hear him. He started moving his hand from the middle of his shaft to the base, then slowly up towards the tip. It’s been a while since he’s masturbated, but the terrain was familiar, recognizing each ridge of his veins pulsing against his own touch. Precum dripped from his opening, sliding down the sides of his tip as he brushed his thumb over it. He used it as a lube to smoothen the return to the base. 

It was then when he heard another series of soft groans – probably the both of yours this time. Eager to get to his high, Wonwoo quickened his hand moving, the sound of his hand rubbing his slick all over his member filling the room. Feeling his own grunt bubbling from his chest, he clamped his forearm over his lips, harshly biting into the material of his sweater. 

Yet this wasn’t enough. 

It was as if he was a kid reaching for a pint of ice cream, where he had grown enough, but not enough for him to pull it from the shelf. 

Wonwoo needed more. 

This whole time, he had stopped himself from thinking about you. He could listen to you (not that he had a choice), but he refused to see you in his imagination. Instead, he tried thinking about the last few times he slept with his ex-girlfriend, Jiyoung, though they weren’t together anymore. It didn’t work, however, Wonwoo knowing well any feelings for the girl ended with their relationship; not to mention he was the one who broke it off. 

Hence, he let his mind wander to you. As he ran his hand up and down, he pictured it being your velvet walls hugging his cock. Thighs straddled on either side of his hips, you pulled back up, clenching your pussy around him, as if to squeeze out all the cum left in his body, and then sank down on him, sucking him in whole. With his tip at the hilt, your hips swiveled in a circular motion, not letting him go. Perhaps, he’d let his hand reach up to your perfect tits, squeezing them tight before letting them glide over your shoulder, down your biceps and towards your forearm, where he’d let his hands slip into yours, gently caressing them before bringing your left hand to his lips and planting a soft, lingering kiss on the small semicolon tattoo on your wrist. Your walls fluttered around him as his feathery touch. Your ass still bouncing off his balls, you reached down to kiss him, your lips working against each other in a forbidden dance, the two of you exchanging soft sighs. The mix of your sweet breaths so close to his face, they fogged his glasses. You giggled at the sight of him in his bleary spectacles, the gentle tinkle of it tickling something in his chest, eliciting a low, rumbling chortle from him too. His hands on your waist, he rubbed soothing circles into your hip bone as he guided you along his dick, your walls fluttering around him. 

“Cum inside of me,” he wanted you to say just as his dick twitched against your g-spot, making you whimper and heave forward, breasts hanging in his face. 

And so he did. 

Well, he would if this scenario was actually real. 

Hot, sticky cream covering his hands and soiling his shorts, Wonwoo let his arm fall from his mouth, the sleeve of his sweater stained with saliva in the shape of his bite. He slowly peeled his eyes open, being met with the sight of his cracked ceiling instead of your pretty eyes hanging above him. He drew his sticky hands away as his dick fell limp. Pressing his lips into a tight line, the guilt and shame of getting off the thought of you having sex with him began filling his insides. His stomach churned as did his chest, heat speckling his cheeks. Carelessly, he wiped his hand off on his bedsheets, just wondering what the fuck he just did. 

You have been Wonwoo’s best friend since middle school. 

The same girl with the two braids and braces that offered him, the then new student, Teddy Grahams on his first day smack in the middle of the year. 

The same girl who in high school cried into his shoulder, tears, snot, and all, because she was embarrassed about walking around all day with a period stain on her white shorts. 

The same girl who he cleaned vomit off her face after her first frat party in university when Kim Mingyu made her drink too much. 

He didn’t have feelings for you, but why was it easier to get off at the thought of you? Let alone, having it be so vulgar.

Perhaps it was because you were right across the hall, having sex too. 

Yeah. 

That was probably it. 

Sitting up from his bed, curiosity struck: With whom?

He made his way to the bathroom to clean off, grabbing a fresh pair of briefs and shorts on his way, the question weighing heavy on his mind. 

You weren’t dating anyone right now, neither were you interested in anyone – Wonwoo would be the first to know.

Hands on the light switch, he stopped in his tracks, a new, infectious thought invading his mind. 

It wasn’t him . . . ?

Right?

Not him – ever. 

No – it couldn’t be. 

It was just a rumor, Wonwoo knew you knew better than to engage in any sort of activity with Kwon Soonyoung.

At a gathering with your mutual friends at the bar a few months ago, in his drunken dazed, Wonwoo had overheard Hyejin talking to Seungkwan and Jihoon about it. 

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Seungkwan had shook his head, his face twisted at the bitter drink he just sipped. “They’re like . . . night and day.”

Hyejin clicked her teeth. “I disagree – on the surface, they seem different, but if you think about it, they actually kind of make sense? They both got that no-in-between kind of personality: they’re either running at 100 miles per hour or laying on the couch eating potato chips.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t mean they’re like,” Seungkwan grimaced at the thought, “Sexually compatible?” he waved off the girl, “She’s rough, but she’s the committed type.”

“You never know,” Hyejin sang, “I saw what I saw – that man looked like he got a little something-something walking out of the bathroom, and Y/N’s hair was definitely messed up. Also, don’t you think it’s weird? Neither Y/N or Soonyoung are here tonight either.”

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, and turned to Jihoon. “What do you think? You live with Soonyoung – is Y/N and him smashing?”

Jihoon let out a brisk ‘tsk,’ shoving his friend’s by the forehead with his two fingers. “Can we change the subject? I don’t want to have the image of my two friends having sex engrained in my brain for the rest of the night. Besides, so what if they are? They’re grown adults!”

At the time, Wonwoo didn’t think much of it, but now with what he just heard from your room, the possibility was hitting too close to home. Looking back as well, Hyejin’s suspicions were seemingly more and more believable. Your (and Soonyoung’s) prolonged absences at get-togethers, the nights you’d never come home – it was starting to become too real for his liking. Obviously as your best friend, he needed to know – now. 

It’s why he found himself knocking at your door asking for you to open up. 

“Can I come in?” he asked. 

Another silence, then a beat. 

He gulped down the lump in his throat, raising his hand to knock again. 

The lock to your door clicked and he saw the brass knob start to turn slowly. Finally, your head peeking through the crack.

Wonwoo put his arm down and greeted you with a wide smile – the one where he his nostrils flared ever so slightly, his nose ridge crinkling, and because he claimed his eye muscles were attached to his nose muscles, eyes disappeared into crescents. 

Yeah – that killer one. 

“Hey,” you blinked at him, half your body hiding behind the door. You noticed how his attention wasn’t on you, but rather the space behind you. His eyes peered over your shoulder, searching the bed for another figure, only to see it empty with your covers tossed over the foot of the bed. 

Was your fuck buddy hiding?

“What are you looking at?” you asked him bluntly, though your voice was small. 

Wonwoo’s gaze returned back to your form, adjusting his glasses. 

“Nothing,” he quickly replied. You noticed how his eyes flickered to another part of your room. You felt your heart racing in your chest, wondering if he heard and was now looking for your partner in crime – you didn’t think you and Soonyoung were that loud. 

Wonwoo’s soft chortle interrupted your anxious musing. “That’s where that shirt went.”

“Huh?” 

Wonwoo pointed at your t-shirt, half of Kakashi’s head showing from behind the door. It appeared oversized on your form, the hem skimming over your mid-thigh. 

“Oh,” you acknowledged softly, pinching it by the shoulders, “Yeah – uh, laundry day. My pajamas are still in the washer. Sorry.”

Wonwoo you waved you off. “No, no – it’s fine. It . . . looks good on you – cute.”

“T-thanks?” you tilted your head in confusion. He’s never called you ‘cute’ before. 

The two of you stood there awkwardly, waiting for the other to speak. Silence had never been quite this loud. 

“D-did you need something?” you finally peeped. 

Wonwoo froze. 

Fuck – he didn’t plan this far out. What was he supposed to tell you? Hey, I heard you fucking and got off to your moans, and was just wondering if you were fucking Soonyoung because I heard a rumor?

Yeah, like the truth would fly. 

He faked a cough into his fist and cleared his throat heavily, a strained grin to follow. 

“I . . . uh, was gaming,” Wonwoo stuttered, pointing back towards his room, “And . . . m-my phone died.”

“You were playing games on your phone?” your brows knitted together. You knew Wonwoo played video games, but not on his phone – he was classier than that, opting for a fancier operating system. 

“N-no,” Wonwoo waved you off, “I just . . . forgot to charge it and found it dead when I was done.”

Your lips formed a small ‘o’, nodding at the final explanation. 

“Can I borrow your charger?” he scratched the back of his neck. “I lost mine.” (no he didn't - it was sitting where he always put it on his nightstand.)

“Sure,” you nodded once. You turned to walk back into the depths of your room. Wonwoo was about to take a step inside to follow in suit when you abruptly stopped in your stride just as your hand was slipping off the door handle. “Wait.”

Wonwoo let out a soft hum in confusion, his intestines twisting at your hesitancy. 

“It’s not in here,” you told him, "I left it in the living room." You pointed in the general direction of your charger. You quickly shooed him out and scurried after him. He peeked over his shoulder, noting the way his t-shirt was slipping up your thigh. If you bent over just right, he might –

What the fuck was wrong with him? 

You were his best friend for fucks sake – he shouldn’t be provoked by you like this. 

Wonwoo shook the thought from his head, you already pushing past him and walking down the hallway. He jogged after you, opting to stay in the entrance of the hallway, waiting for you while you searched. Even if he did want to see you slip ass, he couldn’t because your charger was behind the couch, the old damn ugly brown thing blocking his view. You were quick to run back and hand him the charger, your hands returning to behind your back after, as you peered up at him, wide and innocently, as if you weren’t just moaning like a porn star earlier. 

“Thanks,” Wonwoo lifted it up in his hand, the corner of his lips twitched up. 

“Course,” you returned his smile.

Wonwoo stared at you a while longer, admiring the way the moonlight slipping through the slits of the blinds highlighted your facial features. His eyes trailed down your neck to the strait of your collarbone, a faint purple mark blooming, peeking from underneath the collar of the t-shirt –

Wait what?

 “You should go to sleep,” you piped up. You reached up to rustle his hair, chuckling as Wonwoo swatted at your hand. The hickey disappeared under his t-shirt at your sudden movement. “It’s going to be a long day at the amusement park tomorrow – wouldn’t want you falling asleep on the roller coaster.”

Right. 

The amusement park. 

Your friends, mostly on Seungkwan’s insistence, were visiting the amusement park tomorrow. This also meant Soonyoung would be in attendance. For your sake, Wonwoo suppressed his annoyance at the thought. 

“Point taken,” Wonwoo nodded. Much to your surprise, he reached over to run his hand across your cheek, his hand lingering too long, opting to settle and cup your chin. “Good night, Y/N.”

With one final brush of his thumb, his eyes searched for something in yours, though you weren’t quite sure for what. Wonwoo gave you yet another small smile, the moonlight sending you a wink in the reflection of his glasses before stalking off to his bedroom. Even after he had shut the door, you were still standing there, your mind racing at the ghost of his touch, caressing your cheek and teasing your chin, etching itself into the long files of things that Jeon Wonwoo did that made your heart flutter. As best friends, physical affection was no stranger to the two of you, but this felt different. You loved Wonwoo because he was familiar and comfortable; but the light tease of your chin and the subtle curve of his pink lips sent electricity down your spine. 

“Hey,” another voice called out to you softly.

You looked up, your line of sight being met with Soonyoung’s bare chest. Why he hadn’t put on his shirt yet, you didn’t know. However, it was Soonyoung and his behaviors weren’t always to be questioned. It was simply a Soonyoung thing. 

It was now his turn to smile at you, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. A glint of desperation and melancholy swam in his irises. Soonyoung extended out a hand to you, silently begging you to take it. 

Much to his relief, you did. 

You gave his palm a gentle squeeze, your free hand coming up to stroke his tanned forearm. It was simultaneously comforting and reassuring, yet exciting as it set a tingling sensation up his arms, making his heart skip a beat at your touch. It was as if the magic of the night was never interrupted and your touch was reassuring him that despite the other man in the apartment, you were his for the evening. 

Quietly, Soonyoung closed the door to your bedroom, making a point to turn the lock, so Wonwoo couldn’t barge in. He was about to loosen his grip on your hand, letting you return to your bed to sleep while he slipped out, when your other hand trailed down, placing it over his. 

“Stay,” you whispered.

His eyes widened ten-fold, not believing his ears.

“W-what?” Soonyoung blubbered. 

“Sleep with me?” you re-phrased your request, “At least for a little bit and then you can go before Wonwoo wakes.”

The mention of the latter’s name chipped at his heart a little bit. Nonetheless, Soonyoung noted this was the first time you've asked him to stay over. 

“A-are you sure?” Soonyoung asked nervously. He was quite utterly confused at how just moments ago you were with Wonwoo, your self-proclaimed love of your life, suddenly asking to sleep with him again.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “Why wouldn’t I be?” you kneaded soft circles into the back of his hand. “Cuddling with you is . . . a nice thought.”

Soonyoung chortled at your suddenly shy demeanor. “On one condition.”

You hummed curiously. 

Soonyoung slipped his hand out of yours, moving them to smooth over your thighs, slipping underneath your shirt to hold your bare hips. He pulled your flush against him, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. 

“You can’t wear that shirt to sleep with me,” Soonyoung whispered. He was there hiding behind your door the whole time – he heard everything loud and clear. 

“You . . . want me to sleep naked?” you asked. 

“No,” he chuckled, shaking his head back and forth, his nose nudging cutely against yours. He placed a light peck on your nose. “Wear mine instead.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back, but this only made him want to pull you closer to him. “Why does it matter, Kwon Soonyoung?”

He shrugged, “If you cuddle me, you wear my clothes – not his.”

“Fine,” you agreed, knowing there was no use in arguing with him. 

Soonyoung placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before trailing his hands up higher – agonizingly slow. His touch was tantalizing and intoxicating, dream-like, if you will. You could fall asleep right there and then. You lifted your arms, allowing him to slip Wonwoo’s shirt off from the armpits. Soonyoung stripped you nude in one stroke, dropping the shirt on the floor without a care. He took a few steps back, allowing himself to drink in your naked form. Your hands flew up to cover your chest and core, heat coloring the tips of your ears. Clearly, it wasn’t the first time that Soonyoung had seen you vulnerable and bare, but you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under his studious gaze. 

“Baby,” Soonyoung cooed, a smirk gracing his face. He whipped off his white t-shirt slung around his shoulder and shook it out as he approached you. “There’s no need to be shy around me,” he continued, slipping his shirt over your head. As he helped you place your arms through the correct openings, he leaned down near your ear, quickly nipping at the lobe, whispering, “I’ve seen it all – and more. You’re beautiful.”

You refused to let him know how flattered you were at his comment, opting to purse your lips and remain silent instead. When the shirt was securely on, you took him by the hand again and led him to your bed, taking your place on the left and him on the right. Wherever you slept, this is how you always arranged yourselves – there was no reason for it, it was just how you worked. 

Turning your back to him, you tucked your hands in the space between your cheek and the pillow. Instantly, you felt Soonyoung’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling himself closer and closer to you, until your back was flushed against his chest. You let one hand slip out and intertwine with his, holding it close to the space between your breasts. His other hand brushed soothingly against your ribs. His breath tickling your baby hairs, Soonyoung gave you one last kiss on the crown of your head before tucking it underneath his chin. And as if you weren’t close enough already, he threw his leg over yours as a finishing touch. 

Sex was great, but it was the little moments like this that Soonyoung cherished most. Even if it was fleeting, he was happily yours, and you were happily his. In the depths of the night where everyone else was asleep (except maybe that cockblock, Wonwoo), his love for you was well and alive – even if you couldn’t quite see it yet. 

 . . . .

Since the day Jihoon introduced you to him, Soonyoung has been enamored by you.

You were funny without trying too hard. Your dry humor was hard for some to swallow, but it made jungle juice spurt out his nose (true story, bro). Some would say your eye makeup was heavy, but he thought it highlighted your features just right. Seungkwan always berated you for wearing such dark colors, but Soonyoung thought it complimented your complexion. Your image was dark and loud, but your personality was bright and quiet. 

You were an enigma and Kwon Soonyoung was hungry to know more. 

Unfortunately, he never could because of your best friend: Wonwoo. The man who you were attached to the hip with, even when he had another woman in his arms. It was clear from the beginning that Wonwoo didn’t like Soonyoung. Wonwoo didn’t seem to hate Soonyoung per se, but there was a clear dislike. Their personalities were on opposite ends of the spectrum: Soonyoung loud and extroverted, Wonwoo quiet and introverted. Whereas, Soonyoung preferred letting loose at crowded social events, Wonwoo opted for more personable and sizable spaces. Soonyoung chased after excitement, spontaneity, and passion, jumping from job to job, hoping to find the perfect fit, whereas Wonwoo liked stability, committing to one thing to the end, even if it drained his soul a little – he could always find happiness elsewhere. From the way Wonwoo always cut their conversations short, avoided spending time alone with Soonyoung at all cost, and watched him suspiciously from afar, that was enough for anyone to know that Wonwoo didn’t really like him. Being his best friend, those limitations extended to you by default – at least when Wonwoo was around. 

Hence, like he did before the two of you started your special arrangement, in public, Soonyoung always ended up admiring you from afar – he’d get the occasional hold of your hand when you passed by if he was lucky. Today at the amusement park, it was no exception. Dressed in your pleated black leather skirt that twirled prettily whenever you turned around, Soonyoung couldn’t help but keep his eyes off of you. Underneath your matching leather jacket, all you wore was a tight, strapless white cropped top that highlighted your boobs so well. Especially looking like you had just stepped out of a fashion magazine, of course, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy watching you all pressed up against Wonwoo during roller coaster rides and cutely playing with his hands while the two of you ate ice cream at the rusted metal bench when you got too tired to join the others. It made Soonyoung’s blood boil watching Wonwoo whisper sweet nothings in your ear, your musical laughter echoing across the park at his probably not funny jokes. The two of you acted like a couple when everyone knew you weren’t. 

It should be Soonyoung doing those things with you, not Wonwoo. 

“Quit staring before everyone else figures out what’s going on,” Jihoon scolded from beside him. Jihoon threw a haphazard glance in yours and Wonwoo’s direction in the gift shop. He scoffed at the way you threw your head back, laughing at Wonwoo trying on different cheaply made, but overpriced sunglasses. The latter seemed equally amused. 

Soonyoung let out a heavy sigh and tore his eyes away, pretending to busy himself with the stuffed animals on the wall. 

“I mean it, you know?” Jihoon muttered, his eyes flickered around to ensure there was no one around to hear him. Being Soonyoung’s roommate, Jihoon was well-aware of your arrangement with him, constantly being begged to leave their apartment empty so Soonyoung could fuck you into oblivion – rather too frequently recently. 

Soonyoung hummed in reply. 

“People are starting to ask questions,” Jihoon explained, “The other day, even Seungkwan asked if you were interested in Y/N – said you look at her funny with stupid googly eyes and shit.”

“And if I do?” Soonyoung challenged nervously. 

“Don’t,” Jihoon warned, knowing where this was going. 

Soonyoung glanced up, catching Jihoon’s hardened gaze. “Look – I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay? Even if you are dicking her down every other night, she’s clearly head over heels for Jeon,” Jihoon pointed back at you and Wonwoo, then at Soonyoung, letting his finger sink into the into the dip in between his chest. “It’s only going to get messy if you fight for his spot in her life.”

Soonyoung looked down at his shoes. He knew Jihoon was right – it was just casual sex between friends after all and Wonwoo was irreplaceable. To wish for something more was ridiculous, but the thought of you being his exclusively had grown like weeds in a perfectly trimmed lawn: bothersome, waiting to be torn out, but reluctant to be removed by the preoccupied owner, its roots diving deeper into the ground day by day.

However, Soonyoung also knew, from personal experience, for any relationship to work, the feelings had to be mutual. 

You wanted Wonwoo, but did Wonwoo want you? 

. . . .

“I can’t believe you actually bought those,” you crossed your arms over your chest as you and Wonwoo tumbled out of the gift shop.

Wonwoo pushed up the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. The outer tips winged out like those glasses grandmother's wore, the rim made of cheap red plastic. You weren't even sure the darkened lenses were UV ray proof with how much you could see through them. 

"I look great, I don't know what you're talking about," Wonwoo teased, cocking an eyebrow at you. His cool demeanor broke easily, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he tugged off the sunglasses.

You rolled your eyes at him. "A waste of twelve dollars if you ask me," you shook your head, changing the subject. "I'm going to the bathroom while the others are still inside," you started backing away.

Wonwoo nodded, waving you off, watching you walk towards the wooden stalls until your back turned to him. He glanced down at his sunglasses, lifting it up to his face and squinting through the lenses, scoffing and wondering why he did actually buy them. It's not like he'd wear them after the amusement park today. You were right, a total waste of his twelve dollars, but it was an impulsive purchase. The sight of you laughing at him was priceless and worth the loss. When the two of you were together, laughter was inevitable, but today it seemed even more special. Something inside of him was growing, blooming – it made him nervous, but it made him giddy and he liked it, hoping to keep the feeling alive a while longer. 

"Wonwoo?" someone called from afar. He looked up from his sunglasses thinking it was you –  a fast trip to the bathroom.

But it wasn't you.

"Wonwoo!" Dahyun giggled, waving him over. Wonwoo's hold on the sunglasses stuttered, the plastic nearly slipping out of his hand and cracking onto the pavement as he walked over. Quickly, he stuffed the trinket in his pants pocket, collecting his nerves. Dahyun was a close colleague from his office, but he wasn’t used to people seeing him out of his work persona. 

"H-hey Dahyun," he greeted the pretty blonde.

She bounced happily on the balls of her feet. "It is you!” she said as Wonwoo approached. “What are you doing here?"

"Just hanging out with friends," Wonwoo replied plainly. He caught sight of the two women behind her and a man behind her; he assumed they were her friends. "You?"

"Me too," she giggled girlishly. She pointed at her friends behind, “That’s my sister Chaeyoung and her fiance, Seokjin, and my friend, Nica.”

Wonwoo nodded, giving them all a wave which they happily returned. He failed to notice the hopeful glow in Dahyun’s eyes as she watched him. Her palms were sweaty as she gripped the canvas strap of her sporty crossbody that slung over her chest. Dahyun slowly inching closer and closer to Wonwoo as their conversation continued.

“What are those?” Dahyun gestured to the red plastic peeking out from his jean pocket. 

His eyes followed her finger. “Oh? Uh, these?” He fished them out to show her. 

Dahyun stifled a chuckle. “Very . . . fashionable, Wonwoo, never would’ve taken you to like that . . . style.” 

Wonwoo scratched the back of his head and chuckled half-heartedly, the red sunglasses suddenly not feeling very fun anymore. “Expect the unexpected, I guess?”

To any bystander, this was a scene straight out of a rom-com: a couple meeting for the first time in the beginning, one pining over the oblivious other, awkward, but inexplicably adorable. 

Unfortunately, despite all the people at the amusement park today, you had to be the witness of that rom-com-esque interaction. 

It was as if the dark asphalt had cemented around your Doc Martens, keeping you stuck in the pavement, unable to move. Your limbs suddenly felt heavy, your breathing becoming uneven as you watched Wonwoo talk animatedly with the pretty blonde in the baby pink tennis dress that, you might note, accentuated her assets rather well. His occasional deep chuckle was too loud in your ears, no longer seemingly pleasant and provocative as you once confessed to him, and the girl’s constantly bouncing on the toes of her feet made you dizzy. 

You knew it was stupid to feel this way: Wonwoo wasn’t yours and you weren’t his; you had no right to feel jealous, let alone, he was just talking to someone who happened to be very attractive – it really could be just that, nothing more, nothing less. However, knowing his history, Wonwoo wasn’t someone to stay on the market for long before someone else who wasn’t you always swept him away. Wonwoo had been a little tense since breaking up with Jiyoung last month, and for the first time in a while, you had seen him let loose and enjoy himself. Today had been good – fun, where you didn’t have to worry about offending him with your constant teasing, or about overstepping your boundaries with Wonwoo because he was with another girl. It felt like it once did in your early university days when you both were still single and carefree. Nothing like the time Wonwoo dated Jiyoung and you had to watch your every move. You fell into old patterns, resting your head on his shoulder, playing with his fingers out of boredom, and him wrapping his hands around your waist when he laughed too hard. You were a fool for letting yourself be hopeful and believe perhaps this day would be the day he’d finally see you more than just a best friend.

Soonyoung, having emerged from the gift shop just moments after your departure from the bathroom, saw it all. His eyes flickered from Wonwoo and the blonde, then you anxiously standing from afar. His heart sank, knowing what just was going through your mind and the fear and insecurity the scene playing before you was instilling. Though it made Soonyoung bitter and angry for Wonwoo to be so ignorant and blind to your pining, his heart ached more seeing you suddenly so defeated. Your hands clenched and unclenched, pulling at the sleeves of your leather jacket. Your footing stuttered two steps forward, then three steps back, your brows furrowing together and pressing your lips into a tight line as another thought crossed your mind. Ultimately, you decided to turn around, walking speedily in the opposite direction instead, your hair flying away from your face at the makeshift breeze. You were too far away to see, but Soonyoung could sense tears were coming. 

Without a second thought, all that Jihoon had warned him quickly forgotten, Soonyoung bolted in your direction. You were too preoccupied to notice him chasing after you. Within seconds, his body crashed into you, almost knocking you over. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, and buried his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent. You were wearing that lavender-scented lotion he liked so much – it made him dizzy. Lovesick. 

You had stopped in your tracks, refusing to turn around to see who it was, squeezing your eyes tight as you always did when you were with him.

You had wished it to be Wonwoo, but you knew better than to fool yourself. 

Soonyoung’s hands slithered down your front, stopping when they reached your groin, bunching up your skirt in his fists. A soft breeze passed through your legs, eliciting a shudder from you, warmth suddenly starting to pool at your core. Immediately your hands flew up, coming up to grasp his hands. You tried to pry them off, but he didn’t relent, his fists only seemingly tightening more. As if to help you relax, Soonyoung planted a feathery peck on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You shuddered as he let his lips linger, gently brushing them back and forth along your smooth skin.

“Hey,” Soonyoung greeted you softly. 

“Soonyoung,” you said, your voice clearly strained, “Not here.”

Soonyoung wanted to comfort you, ask you if you were alright and reassure you that you were unmatched compared to any girl that has ever strutted Wonwoo’s way. He wanted to tell you, you were beautiful and deserved to be loved by someone who saw you. 

However, that wasn’t how you and Soonyoung worked. Those words were quick to die on his tongue, nervous that they would make you run away from him too. Not knowing what else to say or do, Soonyoung opted for doing what he knew best.

“Let’s get out of here then?” he whispered in a low, enticing voice. 

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Rating: T

Word Count: ~2100

Content Notes: fluff, clingy soonyoung, established relationship, food mention, alcohol mention, soft so very very soft, im in love with him fr

“Soonyoung, someone has to cook, and I know it won’t be you, so you might have to let go of me,” You breathe out with exasperation. 

Soonyoung had been wrapped around you since you got home from work. He’d been waiting by the door like a 50s housewife, with your favorite robe and slippers at the ready. He stripped you himself, unbuttoning your work blouse with such haste you expected him to rip it right off of you. He’d followed your pants down to the floor, kneeling and pressing a kiss to your tummy that you expected to lead somewhere else, so you were surprised when he just sat on the ground and wrapped his arms around your legs instead. 

“Uhm… ‘sup, babe?” You asked, very confused and very endeared. 

Soonyoung tilted his head up to look at you, eyes sparkling and lips pursed into a pout, “I just missed you while you were gone.”

And how could you be annoyed, when he rose slowly and wrapped the robe around you with gentle hands, tongue stuck out between his lips as he tied the belt in a clumsy bow and fixed the lapels. How could you be frustrated when he let out a little ah! and ducked down to pull your pumps off and slide your aching feet into your slippers before springing up to plant a kiss on your lips. How could you feel tired when he grabbed your hands in his and yanked you into a hug, nestling his face into your neck and wrapping you up tight in his muscly arms, before bodily walking you over to the couch and collapsing on his back with you on top of him. 

You laid there together for half an hour, his breaths merging with yours, your body melting into his, both of you close to drifting off until his stomach growled and yours answered. You pulled your face out of the couch and he pulled his from your neck and you stared at each other in a silent stand-off. You could tell Soonyoung just wanted to order in, but you’d already gotten take out yesterday and you were craving a real, homecooked meal. 

Soonyoung wouldn’t be able to help with that though, he could barely even follow directions in the kitchen, let alone make a whole meal by himself. It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying, but you’d come home to enough fire alarms and burnt pans (not just food, but pans) to place him on a cooking embargo. 

And that brings you back to the present, where you stand in front of the stove, stirring the peppercorn sauce while the steaks sizzle in the oven. Scratch that, where you AND Soonyoung stand in front of the stove, his arms wrapped around you like a sloth and his body following your movements just as slowly as one, as you stir the peppercorn sauce. He hadn’t let go of you at all, not when you bent down to move the cast iron from the stovetop to the oven, not when you turned to the fridge to get the cream out, not when you ducked to grab a red from the chiller. No, he’d just crouched with you, dancer’s body following yours gracefully (if a little sluggish), and you begin to wonder if you’ve been taking on too many hours at work. 

Soonyoung can be clingy, sure, but usually not like this, and not for this long, especially if it starts to impede your cooking. But you can’t find it in yourself to shrug him off, to unlatch his arms from around your waist, not when you’ve missed him just as much. It was harder for you than he knew, harder than you let him know, to drag yourself away from his warm embrace every morning. To dress silently, and press a light kiss to his forehead, and pretend you didn’t feel his eyes on you as you left, or his fingers catching at your fluttering blouse. 

You’d spent a good few mornings this month dabbing your under eyes with a tissue at stoplights, hoping your mascara wasn’t running with your tears as you pictured him rolling over to occupy the space you left, gathering your pillow in his arms and holding it like he wanted to hold you. You know he does, because your side of the bed always smells a bit like him when you get home, the sheets twisted up and your pillow laying vertically instead of at the head of the bed. 

But someone has to work while Soonyoung finishes his master’s, and you’re happy to be that someone so he can focus fully on his choreography and kinesthetic studies. You know he’ll be an amazing dance teacher, and you’re willing (happy, even) to make sacrifices to get him there. 

Maybe you don’t need to be sacrificing so much though, accepting so many extra projects and spending so much extra time at work, if he’s been missing you like this. He’d been hiding it well, just holding you a bit tighter at night and texting you at work a bit more, but today must’ve been different for some reason. 

Maybe it was how you had to gently unwind his fingers from your belt loop after you bent down to kiss him goodbye. Maybe it was how you couldn’t respond to his messages until your late lunch break today. Maybe it was how you missed his call because you were stuck in a meeting that went an hour longer than was necessary. 

Fuck, you knew you hadn’t been imagining the tears in his voice when you’d listened to his voicemail on the way home. 

With the steaks resting on the island, and the sauce thickening on the stove, your hands were finally free, and you spun around in Soonyoung’s arms to wrap yours around his neck and pull him into a tight hug. You could feel his sigh, feel him relax into your body like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and you swayed a bit, holding him close to you. His head rests on your shoulder, face buried in your neck and fingers clutching at your robe, and you feel the sniffle before you hear it. 

“Oh, baby, Soonie, I’m sorry I’ve been gone so much lately,” you breathe into his hair, feeling your heart clench when he just holds you tighter and sniffles again. More and more of his weight leans into you and you have to back into the counter to brace yourself, the edge digging into your spine, as he all but melts into you. You don’t care, can barely feel anything but his body in your arms and his heart beating against yours, and you feel him whisper something into your collarbone, feel his wet eyelashes brushing against your skin. 

“Can you say that again, honey?” You ask gently, hoping Soonyoung won’t burst into tears at having to speak louder (as he’s prone to doing when he’s emotional). 

“Babe, it’s not your fault. I know you’re doing it for me,” he sniffles, “I think that might make it worse,” he finishes, pulling away from your neck to stare at you with damp eyes. 

“Why would that make it worse, Soonie?” you inquire, a bit confused. 

“Because it’s selfish to miss you so much when you’re away because of me, when I know you miss me just as much. Don’t think I haven’t noticed all your mascara tissues in the car!” 

You jump a bit as his voice raises, classic Soonyoung passion shining through, and he whispers a gentle apology as his hands smooth over your hair and his thumbs stroke your cheekbones. His cute pout graces his lips again, cheeks puffing out a bit as he tries to hold in his tears, but his face just turns red and scrunches up more before he tries to hide it behind his hands. He doesn’t get far before he realizes that means he’ll have to let go of you, so he lets the fat tears flow and tilts his head back so they don’t soak into the collar of his shirt. 

Soonyoung is always willing to show his emotions, but he doesn’t usually cry this easily, and you just have to ask, “Soonyoung, did you have something to drink before I got home?”

You bite your smile between your lips as he avoids your gaze, throwing his head to the side and then down to push at your sternum, “maybe a beer. Or two.” 

Giggling, you unwrap your arms from his shoulders and your hands drift up to pull his forehead from your chest. He’s still hesitant to meet your eyes, probably thinking he’s in trouble for some reason (you’ve never gotten mad at him for drinking, so you’re not sure why he’s shy all of a sudden), and you tilt his face in your hands so he’s looking at you. Your smile scrunches to the side as your thumbs wipe gently at his under eyes and you release his face to blindly grab at a paper towel so he can blow his nose. He turns away, sticking close by and leaving only to throw the towel away, though his fingers stay tangled with the belt of your robe. 

Soonyoung’s face is still red when he finally turns back to you of his own volition, looking embarrassed and a bit fragile still. 

“You know, I started feeling a little sick on the way home today,” you pause and his eyes grow wide with concern, one hand flying up to press on your forehead and the other cupping your cheek as his brows pinch together. 

You hold his stare as you (very obviously) fake cough into your elbow and pretend to swoon. He catches on quickly enough, smile growing on his face and pushing his cheeks up to crease under his eyes, and the palm on your forehead shifts to your other cheek until your face is smushed between his hands. 

“I think I should probably take tomorrow off and use the long weekend to rest and recover,” you say through the forced pout, your eyes crossing as he leans in to smack a wet kiss on your lips. He lets go of your face to wind his arms around you again and pull you close, his body breaking out into a little dance and his head moving back and forth so much you giggle into his mouth. 

This sends him into a laughing fit too, and you feel your heart beat a bit faster, a bit harder, as you stand there in the kitchen, wrapped up in Soonyoung, steaks and wine completely forgotten.

You remember them soon enough, thankfully before the sauce has curdled on the stove, and eat together at the table. Exchanging shy looks and kicking your feet with his under the table, you and Soonyoung discuss ideas for your day in tomorrow. 

You settle on a lie in, and movies on the couch, and pizza from your favorite italian spot, and a warm bath with candles and bubbles and wine. 

The day passes beautifully, you waking up to your limbs tangled up with Soonyoung’s and his breath puffing against your neck. You build a fort together and watch each other’s favorite movies, nestled in blankets and bathed in the glow of the fairy lights you’d strung up, glancing shyly at each other like it was the first date rather than the five hundredth. 

The pizza is delicious, made better by the fact you didn’t have to make it and Soonyoung wouldn’t have to clean up, and you sink into the bath together with a sigh. You mold his hair into a shampoo mohawk and he sculpts you a bubble beard that he swiftly disturbs by sweeping you into a kiss, smearing suds all over both of your faces. Things cool down only when the soap gets into your mouths and you take turns rinsing with water from the faucet before agreeing to finish up in the shower and go to bed. 

He cuddles up close to you, tugging the sheet over your heads and whispering like it was a sleepover, holding your hands tightly in his and staring incessantly at you. You’re not sure he even blinks, he’s so entranced with you, but you can’t judge him when you’re doing the same, taking in every expression that flits across his face. 

It really had been too long since you’d done something like this, you think, as you drift off together, silently thanking the two beers for loosening Soonyoung’s lips and attaching him to your hip yesterday. Just a few more months, and this can be your life everyday…

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Make It Make Sense [Part 3]

pairings: soonyoung x fem!reader, wonwoo x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re hopelessly in love with your roommate and best friend, wonwoo, yet you’re fucking his least favorite person, kwon soonyoung? make it make sense.

genre/warnings: explicit smut (minors DNI!!), unprotected sex (soonyoung forgot the goods . . .), consensual intercourse (honestly soonyoung is so sexc for this), car sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), cunninglus, squirting, creampie, riding, use of profanity, angst, fwb, one-sided pining, SO MUCH jealousy, oc teases soonyoung about being a fuckboi, soonyoung cries, wonwoo is emotionally constipated, unedited - everyone ask surprise

wc: ~5k

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a/n: y'all haven't seen the last of jeon wonwoo! blaming @sleeplessdawn😤😈

p.s. the smut ain't that great this time around because i had a hit of reality and got shy . . . not to mention their arguments are kind of stupid lol, so yeah . . . sorry - read at your own risk aka cringe!!!

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The car door slammed loudly behind him. On the palm of your hands, you crawled back towards the opposite door to make room for Soonyoung in the backseat of his SUV. Hastily, he discarded his jean jacket in the front driver’s seat. His breathing was uneven from the speedwalk from the amusement park to the far end of the parking lot. If it were up to Soonyoung, he would’ve taken you in the bathroom, but he had the decency to consider that it was a family-friendly attraction – it was not sexy to be caught balls deep in the girl of dreams while traumatizing a six-year-old boy. It was moments like this he was grateful, he spent an arm and Jihoon’s leg on this SUV. 

Soonyoung’s touch was titillating. He wrapped his hands around your ankles, slowly sliding them up your shins, coming to a rest on your thigh just at the hem of your leather skirt. Running his tongue over his lips, he looked up at you curiously, silently waiting for you to give him the ‘okay’ to go further. You hated this version of Soonyoung: his sharp eyes suddenly turned innocent, his teasing smile that he traded for a soft one that made his cheeks look like dough, his eagerness and stubbornness to take things head on, gone because he wanted to be patient for you. Though seeming vulnerable, this version of Soonyoung had the power to mitigate all thoughts of Wonwoo; instead, it was as if this whole time Soonyoung who had been your whole world. It made your stomach churn, bile threatening to come up your esophagus. 

But was it out of guilt?

Or denial?

With a shaky sigh, your eyes fluttered shut, giving him a slow nod to move forward. Heat pooled at your core as you felt his fingers brush against your skin underneath hidden by your skirt. You clenched at nothing at the touch of his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Through the fabric of your underwear, he let his finger dance across the outline of your slit. Your thighs threatened to collapse at his touch, but Soonyoung was quick to push them wide again. One finger became two and two became three – it wasn’t long before his whole hand was rubbing at your clothed core. You jutted your hips into his touch, grinding along with his movements. 

Soonyoung watched your face contort in pleasure. Your lips falling agape, veins popping along your neck as you tried to fight a whine threatening to escape. Your underwear began feeling damp, your slick starting to soak through the cotton. He pressed harder into your core, eliciting garbled sound from you as you tried to stop a moan. 

“It’s okay, baby,” Soonyoung soothed you, “Let it out – it’s just you and me here.”

However, rather than listening to him, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in an effort to seal your lips. 

Soonyoung chuckled – you were never really one to listen anyways. 

“Here,” Soonyoung leaned down, hovering over your face. His eyes scanned your face from the thick of your eyebrows to the plush of your lips, “Let me help you.”

He pushed aside your underwear, rubbing his thumb over your bare clit when suddenly he plunged a finger into you. You immediately released your bottom lip from your teeth, whining from the sensation of his finger circling against your warm walls. Soonyoung took the opportunity to mold his lips against yours. His tongue swiped over your plush lips, a hint of cotton candy the cotton candy you shared with Wonwoo earlier, filling his taste buds. Pressing a hand on his chest, you granted him access, slipping your own inside his mouth, adjusting your head to better fit your lips together. 

Kissing Soonyoung felt like the thrill of riding a roller coaster. The suck of your bottom lip sent butterflies fluttering in your abdomen. The swipe of his tongue along the inside of your cheek was euphoric. Even when he pulled away for a millisecond for air, there was exhilaration in wondering where his lips would land next. 

You were on cloud nine, but you were greedy for more. Before you could stop yourself, you found yourself wrapping your hands around the nape of his neck, tugging Soonyoung down closer to you. You moved your hips forward, allowing his finger to penetrate even deeper inside of you. He pushed an additional finger inside of you, figuring you could handle the stretch being so eager. You entangled your fingers at the sensation, tugging at his jet black locks, now Soonyoung’s to let out a grunt at your rough touch. 

“Want you inside me,” you whispered in between pecks. 

“Later,” Soonyoung immediately replied, his two digits moving languidly in and out of you,“Wanna,” he paused to plant a kiss on the corner of your lips, “eat you out.”

Immediately, Soonyoung felt your core squeeze, flooding his fingers with your juice. Sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers was heavenly. It sent blood rushing to his dick as it began twitching in his jeans. He felt the precum already squirting from his tip, dampening a patch on his boxers. 

As quickly as he put in his second finger, Soonyoung slipped his fingers out. You whined at the emptiness, resting your head against the windowsill behind you, fog hiding yours and Soonyoung’s dirty deed from public view. Giving you one last kiss, he sucked harshly on your bottom lip. A peck on your neck, a peck on your collarbone, a peck on your sternum, then your bare abdomen, then the insides of your thighs, he made his way down to your core. 

Flipping up your skirt, Soonyoung pushed aside your cotton panties that were sopping with your juices. Hungrily, his tongue swiped once up your slit, his lips then molding onto your sensitive bud, sucking and nipping. Replacing his mouth with his thumb, he pressed up into your clit, moving in the shape of a figure eight. His touch was slow at first, starting to speed up as he moved down lower, his breath fanning over your hole. You shivered at the teasing sensation, squirming under his firm hold. You were sorry for whoever would be sitting here afterwards, your juices probably staining the plush seats of his SUV. 

Soonyoung pulled apart your folds, his tongue dipping into your entrance and lapping at your pink walls. You winced once again at his euphoric touch, your hands immediately shot down, grabbing a handful of his hair and rammed him further into your core. He groaned at your tug, sending vibrations through you. The combination of his tongue and his thumb overwhelming your senses, you felt adrenaline surge through your veins and your vision blotted white. A gush of warm fluid suddenly spilled into Soonyoung’s mouth, taking him by surprise. 

You fucking squirted. 

Right into his mouth. 

“Baby that was so,” Soonyoung ran his tongue slowly over his lips, savoring the taste of you, “Hot.”

He chuckled, expecting another whine or complaint from you, but was met with nothing. He bent down to hover over you, either hands planted on either sides of your face. Your eyes were sealed shut, blood drawing from a cut on your bottom lips. He frowned at your wound, leaning down to give it a soft kiss as if it would heal it. You tasted yourself from his peck, frowning in the process. Your hands flew to your face in embarrassment when he pulled back. 

“I can’t believe I just did that,” you said, your voice muffled by your palms. 

Soonyoung chuckled, grabbing your wrist and trying to pull them away from your face. “Relax, it was fine!”

“No it’s not!” you whined, “I like . . . peed into your mouth!”

“And it was delicious.”

Your hands fell just far enough to show your eyes staring daggers at him, your brows furrowed together in disgust. Teasingly, Soonyoung licked his lips once more to make a point. 

“You –”

His hearty laughter reverbated off the insides of the SUV. Soonyoung wrapped his arms around the small of your waist, letting his head dip into your chest, his breath fanning against your exposed skin. You let your hands slip to the crown of his head, gently stroking his hair, doing your best to suppress the urge to giggle with him. 

As Soonyoung came down from his high, he raised his head to look at you, chin resting on your sternum. You pouted at him, though he knew you were only feigning annoyance – you looked so fucking cute, he couldn’t resist the urge to devour your lips once more. 

“I’m not done with you yet, you know?” Soonyoung whispered when he pulled away. 

“You better not be,” you challenged him, a dark glint flashing across your eyes. 

Excitedly, he sat back in his seat, fishing his wallet out of back pocket. Rifling past the few bills and scraps of receipt, Soonyoung looked for the spare condom he always carried with him in case or emergencies like this. Thumbing past the last receipt from the fried chicken restaurant he treated Seungkwan to, the writing already faded, he found none. He quickly sorted through the contents again, his eyes peeled for the golden wrapper. 

"Soonyoung," you moaned, dragging out the last syllable of his name.

Dumping the contents of his wallet onto the front seat, his hand ran over everything. Unfortunately, nothing new was found other than a few spare coins.

Soonyoung's lips parted in disbelief, his heart sinking into the depths of his stomach, silently berating himself for not replenishing his stores. You were sad and needy now, his dick was still stiff, and he couldn't do anything about it. 

When did he last use it? You're the only person he'd been sleeping with these past few months, granted the two of you had a lot of sex he didn't always remember.

"Soonyoung?" you tried again, pushing yourself up by your elbows.

"Baby," he responded gently, leaning forward to capture your lips, his hand brushing away the few strands of hair.

"I need you," you replied breathlessly when he pulled away, pawing at his thighs. "Please."

"I have something to tell you, baby," Soonyoung said hesitantly.

You peered up at him, waiting for him to reply.

"I-I don't have a condom," Soonyoung confessed, "I don't know what happened to it - I always keep one in there . . . I'm sorry baby."

A soft 'oh' left your lips. Your eyes fell from his gaze, landing on your near bare abdomen. You clenched, your core aching at the sense of emptiness.

Pressing his lips against your temple, Soonyoung apologized again. "I can. . . Eat your out again? Or finger you? Ride my thigh? Anything you want."

Your eyes flickered up to him, quickly reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers together, you gave him a soft squeeze.

"It’s okay," you told him.

Soonyoung's eyes fluttered shut and rested his forehead against yours. He shook his head. "No it's not."

You paused, staring off at a spot behind him.

"We can do it without it," you said.

"W-what?" Soonyoung asked, not believing his ears. He stared at you blankly. Condomless sex had never an option – the both of you agreed when this all started. 

"Do me raw,” you said in a small voice. Your knees fell to either side. Gnawing at your bottom lip, you pushed yourself towards him, urging him to continue. 

"Baby –"

"I'm the only other person you've been with recently right?"

Soonyoung nodded fiercely.

"Are you clean?"

"I got checked before we started - as far as I know, I am."

"Me too " the corner of your lips twitched into a subtle smile.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, or vice versa. You had an IUD, so pregnancy wasn’t so much of a concern, and clearly neither were STIs, but you could never be too sure. 

What could’ve hanged?

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure . . . I want to feel all of you."

Soonyoung searched your face for any signs of uncertainty, only to be met with eagerness swimming across your eyes. 

“I trust you, Youngie,” you pleaded. 

His dick strained against his jeans. 

Fucking hell. 

Not that nickname. 

It was childishly stupid, but it was seldom you ever called him ‘Youngie.’

Soonyoung started undoing the buckle of his jeans, his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. Simultaneously, he slipped his boxers and jeans off together, his member slapping against his lower abdomen. Your mouth salivated at his angry red tip dripping with precum. 

"Okay," Soonyoung repositioned himself in between your legs. He ran his hands up your thighs, readjusting your skirt for better access to your entrance. He rubbed his member to spread his precum, better preparing himself for what was to come. With the wetness pooling at your entrance from your squirt, he figured he wouldn't have a problem sliding in, but he wanted to make sure it'd be pleasurable for you.

Soonyoung plunged into you, immediately being welcomed with warmth, your walls hugging him and pulsating against his member as he nudged in further. His tip and little more only part way in, you clenched around him, sending a surge of pleasure through his body. 

“Fuck,” Soonyoung hissed as his hips stuttered, abruptly stopping. He lurched forward impulsively, quickly grabbing onto the seat to prevent himself from collapsing onto you. 

“More, Soonyoung, more!” you begged. 

“D-don’t do that,” Soonyoung chuckled. 

“Do what?” you asked innocently. Your walls fluttered around him again. 

“That!” he winced, letting out a deep breath. “I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing my dick.”

“Sorry,” you muttered. 

“I-it’s fine,” Soonyoung shook his head. “Just . . . try to relax okay?”

You nodded. You took a deep breath, your walls relaxing around him.

He cupped your cheek, you instantly leaned into his touch. “I’m going all in.”

Soonyoung bottomed out, his tip nudging at your cervix. Your arms came up to hook under his shoulders for support, the sensation simultaneously painful, yet pleasurable. You could feel the ridges and valleys of his members, the veins of his dick pulsating violently inside you. He was so warm inside of you and he hadn’t even cummed yet. Had you known he’d feel this good raw, you would’ve tried this sooner. 

“C-can I move?” Soonyoung stammered, “Nnnhhhnnggghh.”

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice equally strained. 

Using the head of the seat as support, Soonyoung slowly started pulling out of you. His smooth flesh dragged slowly along walls, the ticklish sensation intoxicating. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, dragging them down his back like his dick inside of you.

Pushing himself back in, Soonyoung curled into your neck, peppering wet kisses along the column of your throat. You tilted your head to give him better access, his lips finally latching on the sensitive spot behind your ear. 

Soonyoung started to establish his usual rhythm, his rips gyrating as he listlessly pumped inside of you. The sounds of your slick mixing together littered the air like an addicting beat. You were thirsty for his dick; not wanting to be disconnected from him for too long, you found yourself meeting him halfway. Your clit rammed violently against his pubic bone, sending an electric jolt to your stomach each time. 

Typically when the two of you had sex, it was Soonyoung who entertained you. You'd let him fuck you into depths of the bed and he'd make you cum first. You were feeling adventurous today, however, wanting to turn the tables.

Hooking your legs around his thighs and a hand on his chest, you pushed him back and sat up in his lap in one swoop. His dick still stiff inside you, Soonyoung sat back willingly, his hands flying up to hold you steady. You pressed your boobs against his chest, nearly pooling at his neck. You slowly peeled your jacket off your shoulders, revealing the white bandeau you wore underneath that he loved so much.

"W-what are you-"

"Let me ride you," you told him.

And you weren't taking no for an answer. 

Delicately placing your hands on his shoulders, you raised your ass to sink down on him.

This angle certainly offering you a new kind of pleasure - sharper and deeper, as if he would split you open.

Despite you doing most of the work, Soonyoung guided your hips, his hand squeezing your waist and occasionally pushing you back and forth on his dick. 

Your hands slid up his neck to cup his chin, allowing yourself for once to look into his eyes during these sacred moments. Your breath hitched, a lump forming in your throat. Honey dripping from his dark eye, his pupils blown wide as if he was drunk.

And truthfully, he was. 

Kwon Soonyoung was drunk on you (and your pussy).

Soonyoung slammed you downed against him, not letting you move any further. You didn't have to ask to know what was coming, the way he pressed his lips together, his eyes rolling back. 

You stayed still as his cum covered your walls, your own high quick to follow the longer to stayed wrapped around him. Collapsing into his chest, your pussy tightened around him, milking out every last drop.

The two of you stayed like this a while longer, your head tucked into his chest, Soonyoung’s arms coming to wrap around you. His phallus softened inside of you, but not quite ready to lose the bliss of him inside you yet. 

. . . . 

“You conveniently have a towel in your car?” you asked as Soonyoung cleaned off your folds. 

“Open wider,” he ignored your question and folded the wash cloth in half, flicking your thigh. You obliged, granting him better access. You winced as the terry material rubbed roughly between your folds. 

“Do you end up fucking all those girls in your car too?” you pulled your knees together, clamping your hands in between after he finished. 

Soonyoung’s expression immediately fell at your words, his jaw clenched as he let his hand drop to his side. "Do you really think I see other women besides you right now?" 

He didn't wait for you to reply. One hard stare at you, he left the side door of the SUV and made his way to the trunk. You frowned at his reaction. He used to always tease back when you joked about him fucking other women. 

Soonyoung tossed the washcloth haphazardly next to the duffel bag, making a mental note to replace it when he got home. Slamming the door the trunk shut. His hand lingered on the door handle. He planted his forehead against them, contemplating his situation right now.

“We’re not going back into –”

“You really think they waited three hours for us to finish fucking?” Soonyoung replied harshly. 

You clamped your mouth shut, drawing your lips in between your teeth. Tugging at the hem of your skirt, you got up from the backseat and made your way around the front to avoid him to the get to the passenger seat. 

Fastening the seatbelt across your torso, you heard him clamber into the driver’s seat, harshly slamming the door. 

“Soonyoung –”

“Can I be honest with you?” Soonyoung cut you off. His eyes were trained out the front window, however. 

“Course,” you mumbled. The space between your brows dipped in confusion at his sudden change in demeanor. After sex, he had grown quiet, which is unusual of him – he was usually playful, doting and teasing you. However, you didn’t think too much of it, post-nut clarity hitting you pretty quickly, realizing you left all your friends, including Wonwoo, behind in the amusement park to fuck in the parking lot. How were you going to explain your disappearance other than the truth?

"Don't go back to Wonwoo," he deadpanned.

"What?" you frowned, "Soonyoung, I live with him, I just can't -"

"He doesn't even look at you the same!" Soonyoung blurted.

“What are you trying to get at?” 

Finally, he looked up at you, a bittersweet smile quivering on his lips. “You look at Wonwoo with so, so, so much fucking love it hurts, Y/N – like he’s your whole world; your beginning, middle, and end.”

You paused, heart starting to pound against your ribcage as you tried to strady your breathing. You had an inkling there was a lot more to this than just yours and Wonwoo's phydical existence together 

“Soonyoung, you know how I feel about him," you started slowly.

“Why do you wait around for him? Let him step all over your heart like that? It hurts me too, you know. Makes me so fucking angry.”

"That's none of your business, Soonyoung."

"But it is, isn't? He's thr reason why we started this," his finger waving between the two of you, "in the first place. You wanted to 'get over him.' So why aren't you?"

You diverted your gaze from him, opting to look out the window instead, seas of cars pooling in front of you. Soonyoung had parked at the far end of the parking lot, only the needle of the space tower visible from here.

Soonyoung sucked in a sharp breath, his voice growing quier. “Have you ever considered being with someone other than Wonwoo? “Do you think anyone can change it?” Soonyoung pressed on. “Make you so fucking in love with them, you’ll forget him?”

"W-why do you ask?" you muttered.

"I need to know."

Your heart sank, dreading the very words you hoped would never fall from his lips. 

"I'm in love-"

You whipped around and placed a hand over his lips to stop him from confessing further. You were hyperventilating, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Kwon Soonyoung, we agreed no feelings,” you tried to remind him. 

Wrapping a hand around your wrist, he tugged your seal from his lips though you weren’t really trying to keep it on. 

Soonyoung chortled bitterly. “I broke that rule a long time ago, baby.” 

Plugging in his key, he twisted it, the engine roaring. Either hands gripping the wheel, he dipped his head into his chest, “Let’s stop here, Y/N – before we hurt each other even more.”

. . . .

It felt like the memory was burned behind his eyelids, sadistically forcing Wonwoo to watch it over and over again.

Soonyoung's body wrapped around yours. The way he gingerly took your hand and led you away. The look of guilt across your face when you looked back at Wonwoo as the two of you rounded the corner.

He took off his glasses, digging the palms of his hands into his eyes trying to rub off the images. Yet, they kept replaying. He didn't want to believe it, but Hyejin was right.

Soonyoung was fucking you behind his back.

The click of the door of your shared apartment caught Wonwoo’s attention. He threw a look over his shoulder, relieved, but fury already boiling, to find you leaning against the door your hands still tight on the handle.

"Where were you?" Wonwoo asked, his voice stern and hard. It was a tone you've never heard him use before. 

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

The legs of his metal chair scraped across the wooden floor as he stood up. Afraid to look at him, you trained your eyes on the "Welcome" mat, the smiley face next to it seeming as if it was mocking you. His footsteps fell heavily and agonizingly slow in your direction, though each thump matching the beat of your pounding heart. His sock-covered feet stopped a few feet in front of you, the hem of his gray sweatpants swaying at his ankles. 

"Were you with him?" Wonwoo asked, his voice strained compared to before. If you didn't know him better, you wouldn't have guessed he was upset. But from the slight shake and the bob of his Adam's apple, you knew better that he was holding himself together the best he could until he exploded.

"Soonyoung," Wonwoo spat out, the taste of the man's name on his tongue bitter. "Were you with him?"

Your prolonged silence was enough to tell him the truth, but Wonwoo wanted to hear it. Until it came from your mouth, he refused to believe otherwise.

"Y/L/N Y/N!" 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trembling at his raised voices. You had to fears about Wonwoo hitting you - even if he was upset, he never would. Seldom did he get angry, and when he did, he was intimidating and you didn't know how to handle itm

"Fucking hell-"

Your peered up at him cautiously. "And if I was?"

Frustrated, Wonwoo ran a hand over his face. "He's just using you, Y/N, he doesn't love you."

His words pierced through your heart, twisting inside of you, knowing well he was wrong. But did you feel the same?

"It's not like I'm looking for love from him, Wonwoo," you opted to reply instead.

"Then why are you doing this? You know better than anyone how much I don't like him and why."

You scoffed at his selfishness. Soonyoung was right about one thing: He was so oblivious to it all. "When did my sex life involve you?"

"Y/N that's not the point."

"I don't need your permission to fuck anyone."

"Stop being stubborn!"

Shaking your head, you pushed yourself off the door and tried to walk around him with no avail.

"We're not done," Wonwoo said sternly. 

You pressed your lips in a tight line, side glancing at him, irritated. Roughly, you jerked your shoulder forward to shove him off, taking two steps back.

"How long?" Wonwoo deadpanned.

"February - Valentine’s Day," you replied, equally monotonous.

Wonwoo clenched his jaw. "Why?"

The silence that ensued was suffocating. Crossing your arms over your chest, shifted your weight onto your right hip and stared at him harshly, carefully scanning over his face for any signs of despair. He wouldn't be asking you all these questions if he didn't have some sort of inkling of feeling towards you, right?

Yet, you were only met with his stoic glare, piercing through his spectacles. Anger graced his face.

All this time, did he really not know how much you piped over him?

Did he really not know how much you loved him?

How long were you willing to wait for him?

It was now your turn to be upset. Anger clouding your judgment, you blurted the truth.

"You - it was because of you."

Wonwoo’s expression softened, his brows knitting in confusion. "W-what -"

You laughed bitterly. "Soonyoung was right," shaking your head, you continued, "Did you not see at all? Or did you just never consider the fact that I could be in love with you?"

Your words rang through his ear.

"Y-you had feelings for me," he said flatly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The gesture suddenly wasn't so cute anymore.

"More than you'd ever know," you said softly. 

He nodded, slowly trying to process this information. It was as if a semi-truck rammed into his lanky body and he was stuck, unable to move. 

"I would've waited forever for you, Wonwoo," you pressed on when he didn't reply. "But now?" You shook your head. "You never loved me anyways."

That snapped a cord in him.

"Don't you dare say I never loved you," Wonwoo spat, taking another few steps towards you.

"It’s not the same, Wonwoo," you choked, your voice starting to waver.  You shook your head, wiping your eyes with the heels of your palm, "I've watched you for so long, girl after girl, wondering when you would finally wake up and see me too. Waiting for my turn. I figured if I waited long enough, perhaps I could be the last . . . Yours forever."

Yours forever. 

His forever.

Wonwoo's forever. 

He let the words sink, turning them over in his mind like a sandstone in his hand. For Wonwoo, it was a given that you’d be by his side forever. No one understood him better than you – you were his best friend. You knew what he needed when he was sorrowful. Rather than overwhelming him with happiness, you knew to keep your distance, reminding him of your constant support with small touches and gentle smiles from across the room. When he was angry, you knew to take him to karaoke so he could scream Yoon Do Hyun’s “It Must Have Been Love” to his heart's content. 

The possibility of being more never vividly occurred to him until now. Was it perhaps the reason why his past relationships never worked out? Why did he never feel satisfied with anyone else?

Could it really be because he was searching for you in someone else, when you were right beside him all along?

Wonwoo walked towards you slowly. Two steps forward for him was two steps back for you until your back met the door. Gingerly, he took your elbows and tugged you towards him, his other hand coming up to rest on your waist. Licking his lips, Wonwoo nervously raised his hand to caress your face, his thumb teasing at your chin like he did last night. He tilted your head up, forcing you to look at him, your eyes swollen and rimmed with tears that dripped down your cheek like diamonds rolling down the table. With the pads of his thumb, he wiped away a tear forming from the duct of your eyes. Remorse bubbling in his chest knowing he was the cause of all this pain. 

He tilted forward, gently resting his forehead against yours as he continued to stroke your smooth skin.

 "Did not ever occur to you,” Wonwoo asked, his voice barely above a whisper, “that you could’ve asked me instead of Soonyoung?”

His question shattered the silence and tension like a rock to a glass window.

Seventeen reaction to you being shy:

Seungcheol:

I can see S.coups as being the type of boyfriend to love complimenting you, and when he realizes just how red and blushy it makes it'll make it twenty times more appealing, and he'll bask in those sweet moments when you avoid his eyes, playing awkwardly with the edges of your sleeve, feeling his heart melt a little in his chest. On the other hand, I can also see him as being very protective of you, always jumping to your rescue when he notices someone making you uncomfortable, whisking you away with a friendly smile on his face or simply grabbing your hand, squeezing your fingers gently to show you he's right beside you.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart."

Jeonghan:

Jeonghan is a merciless tease, and you don't get any privileges as his S/O in that area. Jeonghan will do anything and everything to evoke those adorable reactions of yours, pinching your cheeks, calling you his 'pumpkin', speaking to you in a baby-like voice, not stopping until you're absolutely red and can't even look him in the eye, covering your blushing face with your hands and turning away from him. Your boyfriend will coo, pulling your hands away gently and peppering your face with little butterfly kisses, apologizing and promising to stop, but the wide grin on his face gives him away, and you can't really be mad when you see him smile so beautifully.

"Come on, pumpkin, look at me~"

Joshua:

I think Josh will be torn between being absolutely endeared by your sweetness to feeling bad about making you so flustered. He'll always assure you that you can be 100 percent comfortable with him, but he won't be able to stop himself from chuckling whenever you blush bright red or trip over your words at a simple touch or a petname, and he'll reach over to pinch your cheek fondly only to apologize profusely when you turn even more awkward then before, playing with your hair and avoiding his eyes. Basically, your boyfriend is just too in love with anything you do, but at the end of the day he wants you to feel safe and confident in his company.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, you're just so cute when you're shy..."

Junhui:

Despite being one of the older members in seventeen, Jun is constantly being babied by the other members in the group, so he will love to be the babying one for a change. I can see him as the type to say so many sweet things to the point where your heart feels like it might burst, and you'll bury your head in his shoulder, hiding your lovesick grin from his all-knowing eyes. And Jun won't be any better, laughing and wrapping his arms around you, finding it absolutely adorable how shy you get, and he'll probably tell you that as well, maybe adding a little gentle teasing to help you loosen up, wanting to hear that precious laugh of yours that he loves so much.

"You're so adorable when you get shy, Y/N."

Soonyoung:

Hoshi won't take advantage of your shyness like Jeonghan but he'll find you incredibly cute despite not wanting to make you uncomfortable, and his smile will always appear whenever he sees you blushing or mumbling quietly. Hoshi is the type to make you shy without meaning it too, simply with his sweet words or affectionate gestures, and many times, his attempts to loosen you up have the opposite effect as well, and you get even more flustered by his pretty smile and gentle words of endearment, and by the way he ruffles your hair, looking at you like you hung up all the stars in the sky.

"Ah, don't get shy on me now~"

Wonwoo:

It will probably take Wonwoo I while to notice how shy you actually are, being a pretty quiet and reserved guy himself. And he isn't really the type to say cheesy things or be too touchy outdoors so it'll take some time for him to actually make you flustered, probably during one of these moments late at night or when he's just woken up and he's still in that dreamy state of mind, and he'll just grab you and kiss your neck and whisper how amazing you are and how much he loves you, and then he'll look up to see your face tomato red and your shy smile barely peeking out as you bite you lips. It'll probably make him shy as well, and he won't be able to look in your eye, but he won't really mind because you look so cute and it makes him smile as well.

"God, I love you."

Woozi:

Woozi isn't really the romantic type as well, choosing to show his love through actions rather than words or PDA. So when he does say something sweet or cheesy, he'll probably be just as much of a mess as you, the two of you fiddling with your hands and biting back smiles after he admits he loves you. It might take a few minutes for the two of you to go back to normal again, and Woozi will give you as much space as you need, apologizing despite knowing how much you like it. He'll also be a bit protective of you, and when others will put you in the spotlight he will be quick to change the subject, putting an arm around your waist as if to shield you from everyone.

"I know I don't say this a lot, but... I don't know what I'd do without you."

Dokyeom:

Dokyeom loves it so much lol he's living the dream. This guy is a sunshine, and he's so loving that it'll be impossible for you not to blush around him, with his constant need to touch, always pressing kisses to the apples of your cheeks and playing with your fingers, and his many terms of endearment, ranging from 'baby' to 'the light of my life'. Whenever you get shy, DK will smile that beautiful grin of his, his eyes turning into little crescents, and he won't be able to stop giggling, poking at your cheeks when you try to hide from him. He'll also apologize between his bursts of laughter, assuring you that it's fine to be shy and that he loves it, and he really does, constantly showing off his 'shy cutie'.

"It's alright to get shy, it makes you even more adorable."

Mingyu:

Mingyu is well known for his duality, so he can be either a confident piece of shit or he can be a complete puppy just preening over you as if he just got his favorite treat. Sometimes he'll tease you, making dumb jokes and winking greasily, but it's just to make you laugh and to see the red on your neck spreading even further. And sometimes he'll just smile, looking at you with these lovesick eyes and just basking in your cuteness, which makes you even more flustered. When you'll push him away, whining, he'll grab your fingers and pull you back into his arms, burying his face in your neck and whining right back at you, wondering how a human being be so adorable.

"Ah, Y/N, why are you so adorable?"

Minghao:

Minghao won't really think too much about what he's saying or doing, feeling completely comfortable next to you, so he constantly surprises you by pressing random kisses to your cheek or by telling you how pretty you are, not even noticing what he's doing until he sees the blush sitting high on your cheeks and how quiet you've become. Then he'll smile, not too wide so he won't make you uncomfortable, and apologize while keeping that loving, amused smile on his face. Even if he looks rather composed on the outside, he'll be trying his hardest not to blush as well, his stomach filled with butterflies as the sight of your addicting cuteness.

"I'm sorry, jagi. I didn't mean to fluster you."

Seungkwan:

I feel like Boo thinks you're the cutest human to ever grace the land of this planet on a regular day, so when you become all red and stuttering his heart might as well leap out of his chest. Seungkwan's constant battle will be between comforting and calming you to hugging you and never letting go, and he usually ends up doing both. But I also think your boyfriend will work really hard to make you comfortable with him, always reminding you that you never need to feel embarrassed when you're with him, but also reassuring you that he loves you exactly that way you are, your shyness and awkwardness being part of your irresistible charm.

"You don't have to be shy with me, yeobo."

Vernon:

Honestly, you'll probably be the one making Vernon shy and awkward most of the time. This baby isn't really good with words and feelings and he'll find himself more often than not stuttering and stumbling when he tries to think of ways to tell you just how beautiful and precious you are. On the rare times Vernon will be teasing and cheeky he'll crack the second he sees your red cheeks and wide eyes, erupting into his adorable laughter and joining your blush fest. He'll probably apologize as well, avoiding your eyes to not make the situation more uncomfortable as he covers his mouth with his hands, occasionally sneaking a glance and looking away immediately because you're just too cute to ignore.

"Sorry, I just made this awkward, didn't I?"

Chan:

I feel like at the start Dino will be too shy to tell you all the sweet things in his head, fanboying over you on the inside and acting cool on the outside, but eventually he'll become more comfortable and he'll just say whatever is on his mind, often telling how cute and pretty you are. At these times you'll turn into a blushing mess, and your boyfriend won't be able to stop the wide smile spreading on his face, laughing uncontrollably at the sight of your cuteness, so much he actually starts blushing as well. When you push him away, whining at him to stop, he'll simply hug you, explaining that he wasn't laughing at you, he was just endeared by your adorableness, making you even more shy and flustered.

"I can't help laughing when you're so cute!"

need to know - k. soonyoung

»boyfriend!¡kwon soonyoung x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: you just wanted to dance all night long, but the night had other plans for you.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), pet names, establish relationship, chocking, exhibitionistm, dirty talk (I suck at this, I’m not joking), degradation…?, sex in public, bulge kink kind of, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, it’s a little nasty at the end ngl, kinda mean dom!soonyoung, sub!reader.

»Words: 1.7k

note: This concept of Kwon Soonyoung makes me scream in my pillow every night. Need to know was my most played song in 2021.

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

Your pink mini-skirt danced gracefully with you, stroking your plump thighs softly, fabric barely covering your ass, chest moving slowly, contrasting with the voluptuous motions of your hips.

You felt aroused, only looking for your boyfriend's gaze from the bar counter, you were the one who proposed to go out to dance, but Soonyoung, even though he liked to dance was not in the mood to do it that day, but you were willing to make his cock raise proud, as if you had telekinesis.

You felt someone behind you, but you were certain that it wasn’t your boyfriend, you were going to get away from him but an evil thought crossed your filthy mind, you decided to use the disrespectful guy whom was gripping grossly tight your waist with his flagrant sticky and sweaty hands, you wanted to provoke your boyfriend, but his reaction was taking long that you expected and you were starting to get utterly disgusted by the stranger.

Still it was thrilling, you knew what was coming after this stunt you just made. The movements of your hips were exaggerated, while your hands were placed over the other guy. Gross.

It was extremely uncomfortable to feel the unfamiliar hands travel your body with that intimacy, but at the same time you shiver at the feel of Soonyoung's strong gaze over you. So he finally saw you.

The foreign hands disappeared, being replace for your boyfriend’s hot and heavy touch, you could hear clearly how Soonyoung shouted with rage “Fuck off”. A chill ran down your back, you knew perfectly what was coming and you were so fucking prepared for the consequences of your actions.

His hands were squeezing your waist so tightly, and you were sure the silhouette of his fingers was going to be engraved in your skin in a purplish color by tomorrow. His warm breath felt delicious over the back of your neck, body’s so close you could feel all of him pressed against you. Soonyoung tongue caressed your ear feeling the cold metal of your piercings.

“Did you like provoking me while grinding against that bastard like a fucking slut in heat?” He whispered, one of his hands getting to the hem of your pinky skirt, thighs clenching together at the familiar feeling striking your cunt, his digits travelled over your soft skin, and under your skirt, fingers stroking the fabric of your lingerie.

The darkness of the place played in your favour, no one seemed like they were able to see a thing, or maybe they were just enjoying the show, perhaps they were doing the same with their partners.

The rough palms of Soonyoung caressed your cunt over the silky fabric of your underwear, making you stutter in his arms, his left hand rested on your neck choking you slightly, enough to make you moan at the pressure, you could feel your slick starting soak the thin fabric of you lingerie, you were dripping like a faucet and you needed a plumber to help you fix the problem, most definitely.

His cold fingers sneaked inside your underwear, digits now dripping wet in your arousal, you shivered thrilled with his fingers now rubbing circles in your swollen and needy clit, your hips wouldn’t stop moving anxious due to the strokes that started to become faster and faster, putting more pressure in the delicate bud of nerves, his middle fingers travelled to your core, making his ways inside of you, your hands gripped his wrist tightly, retaining a guttural moan that was building up in your throat.

His ring finger joined inside, now both digits were playing in your warm embrace, rubbing into all the good spots inside of you, while his palm was fondling your clit, his fingers scissoring you, stretching your velvety walls. Your moans slipped from your mouth uncontrollably, and you were so glad that the music was so loud, otherwise everyone would notice how your boyfriend was finger fucking the life out of you.

“You pussy so cute and so wet for me, I can feel your cunt so deliciously tight around my fingers” he whispered in your ear, curling his fingers and tightening the grip in your neck “Come on, baby, beg me for it and I will give it to you” the kiss below your ear makes you gasp, breathing was starting to become difficult “Beg for me, just like the cockslut you are” a high pitch moan escape from you when his fingers stretched more inside of you, the burning feeling only making you wish for more.

“Please, please, I need you” you whine desperately, head pressed against his chest, arching your back and moving your hips, feeling the hard on in the base of your back.

“It turns you on, huh?” His hoarse voice behind you contrasted with he sensual music that was playing now, hand that was fingering you, now unzipping his pants hurriedly“I’m going to fuck you infront of all these people and you are soaking wet for it”

He lifted your skirt and moved your underwear to the side, you felt the fabric tear in your skin, and sighed at it, his cock was caressing your sticky folds, spreading all your juices on his shaft, sliding easily on your lips.

“God, you’re so ready for me” he purred, and without thinking twice he thrusted inside of you groaning satisfied after bottoming you out, a loud and guttural moan break from you, due to the force and the toughness of the thrust it kind of burned, but it burned so good that the coil that been building in your belly increased enormously.

“Ooh, baby, you’re so perfect, so good for me” Soonyoung’s dancer hips pistoned with an animalistic pace, biting your lips was starting to become a poor attempt to muffle some of your whimpers, even the wet and lewd sound was beginning to echo over the music in your ears.

Your velvety walls were clenching around Soonyoung’s dick, making him groan satisfied, the sound of his voice caressing your ears like honey, almost triggering your desired orgasm.

The pleasure filled your insides and your clit wouldn’t stop pulsating under Soonyoung insisting rubs, left hand gripping firmly your neck taking your breath away, the coil in you belly was so close to bursting, your hips trembling and colliding with his that wouldn’t stop pistoning into you, every thrust tougher than the other.

At some point, both of his hands rested on your belly, pressing not tight but just enough to make you see stars over your head like a pretty halo, his dick jammed inside of you and the pressure of his hands made you feel like your guts were being rearranged, everything was hot and narrow, your lips were bright red and glossy, you thought that tomorrow they would hurt so bad.

Soonyoung kept hammering into you, one hand pressing your stomach and the other taking your breath away once again, while his hips drilled into you fast and messy, your so desired orgasms stroke through you, body jerking forward as you howled in pleasure, while he kept grunting on the damp skin of your nape, and finally he let go of you neck. He plumped himself dry into you, painting your insides white.

And perhaps it was because you were on a public place or maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend just was exceptionally good at fucking you, but if he wasn’t holding you tight, you would be in the floor due to the overstimulation.

“Fuck, I think we need to go home” he said getting out of you slowly, hearing you whine in the process, now he was fixing his pants and holding tight onto you.

The words could get out of your mouth properly, you only remained clinging onto Soonyoung’s arm while his still warm cum travelled in the soft skin between your thighs, your cunt was sore, even then you could feel his dick inside of you, making you shudder, your legs were all wobbly and the sticky load was peeking from the edge of your skirt. Soonyoung felt bad about it and wiped it as much as he could with his hand, and then he fixed your underwear so his cum wouldn’t go anywhere.

You tried to walk while grabbing your boyfriend’s shirt tightly, but your legs just gave up and a mini scream came out when you felt like falling on your face.

“Sonnie, I can’t, my legs” you said, stuttering looking at your boyfriend with shining eyes because of the tears, still moaning quietly trying to stand still.

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk, satisfied of having fucked you so well you couldn’t even walk, but still he felt a little -just a little- bad for you, maybe he was to rough, you liked it though.

Chuckling Soonyoung gave you one last look full of joy and breathed out surrendering.

“Come on, pretty, I’ll carry you” he said before lifting you into bridal style, making you feel as light as a feather. “When we get home, I’ll make us a warm bath and I’ll clean you up very well, it’s okay, honey?” He asked in a childish tone, making you laugh and nod at the same time.

Once you were outside the club, Soonyoung made sure to put you in the passenger seat carefully but still a gasp came out of you, he zipped your belt and closed your door, and then he went to his seat.

During the drive home, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit tense because of the sticky mess in between your legs, but still the light burn in your core felt quite pleasant making your cunt pulsate.

When you finally where in front of your house, you sighted “Next time instead of fucking in the middle of the dance floor, better drag me to the car and fuck my brains out here” the embarrassment was starting to kick in, the liquid confidence losing its effects.

Soonyoung looked at you with a crooked smile "why next time when I can do it right now?"

Make It Make Sense [Part 4 - Final]

pairings: soonyoung x fem!reader, wonwoo x fem!reader, (implied seokmin x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re hopelessly in love with your roommate and best friend, wonwoo, yet you’re fucking his least favorite person, kwon soonyoung? make it make sense.

genre/warnings: implied/mild smut (minors still DNI!!), pillow talk, afterglow, clubbing, drinking, use of profanity, mentions of food, implied that reader had a hard life, EVERYONE IS HEARTBROKEN, angst, fwb, one-sided pining, jealousy, love triange/square(?), unedited once again

wc: ~5.5K

a/n: remember when I told you seokmin is hot? yeah. same. my sincerest apologies @sleeplessdawn for not fulfilling your wishes, my dear friend :')

previous || masterlist || fin.

Nervously pulling at the hem of your leather jacket, you teetered on the balls on your feet in front of Jihoon’s and Soonyoung’s shared apartment. It was midnight, the hallway of their apartment building lit only by a single lamp by the elevator and the moonlight spilling through the window. Eyes trained on the peephole, you gnawed at the inside of your cheek, raising your hand tucked into a fist ready to knock. 

Your fist had all but met the roughened surface when the door swung open and Soonyoung tugged you inside his apartment. Your body was unceremoniously pressed up against the wall by the door. Your vision adjusted to the dimly lit room; you noticed Soonyoung hovering over you, his hands planted on either side of your head. An old episode of ‘Reply 1988,’ played softly from the TV behind him. 

“You came back,” Soonyoung said softly. 

You nodded, peering up at him innocently through your lashes. 

He smirked, raising his eyebrows playfully. You noticed his eyes flickering to your lips. Suddenly, they felt parched and dry; instinctively you swiped your tongue to moisten them. 

When you didn’t reply, Soonyoung leaned closer, his lips merely centimeters away from yours at this point. One small move and your lips would meet – not that you would mind. 

“Must’ve fucked you good for you to come to me,” he chortled playfully, his breath fanned across your face, feeling cool and fresh of mint. 

Your eyes traveled down the gentle slope of his nose to the slight dip of his philtrum, landing on the pucker of his lips. There was an oily sheen over them, presumably petroleum jelly, you knew he liked to put on at night because they dried out when he slept. 

His hand slipped off the wall, gingerly coming up to cup your jaw. Soonyoung tilted your face towards him, still maintaining the miniscule distance between your lips. His eyes flickered up to you, his mischievous grin now replaced with the gentle lop-sided toothless smile that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Can I kiss you?” Soonyoung asked. There was a glint of hopefulness in his eyes. 

You nodded once, slowly. 

“No words, baby?” Soonyoung poked fun, “Cat got your tongue?”

He didn’t let you answer, however. Slowly, Soonyoung pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, relishing the touch of his soft lips against yours. It was so simple compared to any other kiss you’ve had in the past, yet the soft tingle in your chest since deciding to come here transformed into something like that of lightning. He was patient with you; his lips never leaving yours, but letting you take the lead on the kiss. You tilted your head to better mold your lips against one another. Soonyoung’s free arm snaked around your waist, his body coming up to press against yours while leaning against the wall. Your hands pressed into his chest, feeling the ridges of his pecs. You pressed your legs together, heat starting to emanate from your core. It was almost as if he was pouring his unspoken words of love into you – almost. 

The fact you were genuinely enjoying this and had to consciously remind yourself that this was ‘no strings attached’ terrified you, but the thrill of it was intoxicating and blinding.

 That’s why they say, love is blind, right?

 And it just wasn’t this second time you hooked up with him in which the kiss made your heart flutter. It was later that night when he placed a light peck on your nose during the first of many pillow talks to come. It was when your friends went out to the bar and the two of you lingered behind, and he drunkenly snuck a brush of his lips against yours. 

It wasn’t even the sex, but his kisses made you feel light and airy, yet secure and comfortable. 

Yet, when you found yourself in the same position with Wonwoo so many months later, the same feeling you had come to take for granted was absent.

Though your eyes did flutter shust when Wonwoo pressed his lips against your, it was darkness and then nothing. 

Wonwoo pulled away, pausing for a moment before continuing on to make sure you were okay. Much to his surprise, fear and uncertainty was written all over your face. He could feel the pressure of your hands on his chest, gently pushing at him away as you struggled out of his hold. Never wanting you to feel uncomfortable, especially with him, Wonwoo let go of you, his feet stuttering backwards. 

Your chin trembled, your chest rising and falling as your breathing grew heavy. The room was suffocating even with Wonwoo giving you space already. Vision growing blurry from the tears welling in your eyes, you gulped down the lump growing in your throat and forced yourself to look up at him. 

Wonwoo’s heart ached at your crumbling state. Despite your best efforts, tears were already streaming down your cheeks whether you knew it or not. Your cheeks were blotchy from heat, not sure if it was embarrassment or anger. Wonwoo balled his fist up and shivered at the frown that etched your face; your usual carefree face smile that brought him warmth and comfort gone. 

“Y/N,” Wonwoo approached you. 

You whimpered back and swiped at the wetness on your face, holding a hand out to stop him. “Please don’t.”

“I-I never meant to make you uncomfortable, I j-just –”

You shook your head furiously and swallowed the sob dancing on your tongue. You wanted to tell him it was fine. You wanted to tell him it was your fault because you had just confessed to him and just maybe, for once, he was reciprocating your feelings. 

Yet, you couldn’t. 

The situation too overwhelming, you raced past Wonwoo and down the hallway to your bedroom. You locked the door behind you and buried yourself into your bed. Even then, you couldn’t escape. The smell of Soonyoung’s scent, a mix of citrus and rosewood, permeated through your sheets. 

You loved Wonwoo, right? 

You wanted this, right?

So why did it feel so wrong?

. . . .

Soonyoung’s bedroom was dark, only a few streams of light from the streetlamps outside his apartment building slipped through the cracks of his blinds, casting lines of shadows across the navy-colored comforter laying over both of your naked bodies. Nestled into his side, you rested your head on his chest, the sounds of his steady heartbeat filling your ear as it lulled you to sleep. Mindlessly, you traced circles along abdomen, his breath tinkling the tops of your head as he too laid awake, relishing in the comfortable silence. 

Sex was great, but the moments afterwards in the depths of the night, laying in his arms that made your heart swell more than it should. 

“Do you ever think about the future?” Soonyoung asked softly. 

You replied with a soft hum, followed by a small sigh. “That’s a loaded question, Soonyoung.”

You felt Soonyoung shifting underneath you, turning until you were laying on his bicep. You peered up at him through your lashes, the light from outside reflecting off his deep brown irises shining like stars. Soonyoung’s hair was getting long as his messy dark bangs were starting to skim the tops of his lashes. He reached over and brushed a few strands of loose hair from your face, letting his fingers linger a little longer along the curves of your cheeks. He gave you a small smile. 

“I guess it is,” he replied, the corner of his lip quirking up into a lopsided smile. 

You shifted on your side, tucking your hands in the space between your cheek and the pillow. “But, yes I do,” you replied, deciding to entertain his question. 

Soonyoung tried to suppress the growing grin on his face, excitedly scooting towards you as if you weren’t literally thrown over half his body already. 

“What do you think about?” Soonyoung pressed on. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, “Where I’ll be in ten years, whether I’ll still be working my same job, if my friends are going to be the same, what’ll happen to my living situation if Wonwoo gets married–”

“He’d be dumb to not marry you,” Soonyoung cut you off. Your eyes trained on the blanket, you missed the way Soonyoung’s face fell at the sound of your best friend’s name. 

You smiled half-heartedly. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Soonyoung.”

Since the third time the two of you slept together, Soonyoung knew the story of Y/N and Wonwoo from front to back. He knew that Wonwoo was the shy new kid in middle school and no one wanted to be his friend except for you; how you fell for him when he took you to prom after your Mingyu had dumped you to your first heartbreak when he started dating Jiyoung in university. It was almost as if you were made for Wonwoo and Wonwoo was made for you – almost. 

There was a piece of you, however, that made you feel like the two of you didn’t make sense and were never meant to be. As much as Wonwoo disliked Soonyoung, it was common knowledge to your mutual friends that you and Wonwoo were the equivalent of night and day. 

Leather jackets were your comfort wear. Wonwoo wore suits and cardigans. 

Your body was littered with small tattoos hidden in the crevices where your mother would never find them. Wonwoo listened to his mom and preferred to keep his skin clear. 

You rode a motorcycle. Wonwoo drove a Lexus. 

You were rambunctious – volleyball was how you relieved your stress and kept you energized (also how you met Seungkwan). Wonwoo was quiet and spent his free time tucked in the corners of new bookstores or the old public library on the main street of town. 

You were everywhere and wild. 

Wonwoo was one place (home) and steady.

For that reason, when he started dating Jiyoung, you had no qualms they were  meant for each other because she was anything, but you. A dainty and petite nursing major, her outfits were always on-trend and her nails trimmed and polished with the latest color from Essie. She was calm and collected, prim and proper. 

And for that reason, when Soonyoung approached you that night after Seungkwan’s Valentine’s Day party, you drunkenly agreed to sleep with him.

Soonyoung hated the way Wonwoo made you feel so little – no, he knows it was never intended and Wonwoo may very well be oblivious, but to let you think you were less than was unacceptable. He snaked his arm around your waist and tugged you into his chest, your bare breasts pooling at his chest. You blushed sheepishly, as if he wasn’t inside of you moments earlier. 

“If he won’t marry you, I’ll marry you,” Soonyoung insisted. 

You stared at him for a moment, your eyes searching his face for any signs of mischief and teasing. Yet you were only met with a starry look, his eyes dripping with saccharine. 

And again, that terrified you. 

Feigning annoyance, you rolled your eyes, taking it as a joke and playfully whacking his chest. “Sure thing, Romeo.”

Little did you know he was quite half-serious, holding onto the sliver of hope that you’d some day see him more than just a fuck buddy. 

That time, though it hurt him a little that you weren’t taking him seriously, he decided to play along. “You’re fun to fuck – probably the best pussy I’ve ever had. Why would I want to give it up?”

“Ew,” you whined, “Stop,” you pointed a finger into his chest, “You sound like a stupid sixteen year-old boy.”

“But it’s the truth.” (that I’d marry you if you let me.)

You turned in his hold, letting your back face him. Soonyoung came up behind you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He placed a feathery kiss along your shoulder. 

“The offer still stands,” he whispered softly, “Say the word and I’ll come running after you with a ring.”

You let your eyes close, a heaviness suddenly overcoming your body. “I’ll hold you to it.”

What you had remembered that morning, you had woken up to his side of the bed empty. You had figured he had work early – and Soonyoung never stayed long enough for the two of you to wake up together. 

Soonyoung never came back, so the knocking and calling at your door that was disturbing your early morning sleep took you by surprise. 

“Y/N,” Soonyoung tried again – his voice sounded different. Why was it so deep?

You rubbed your eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light streaming into your room. 

“Y/N?” Soonyoung asked more than said this time. 

You were really starting to be confused now. Soonyoung’s voice wasn’t deep, but it wasn’t high-pitched either. It was smooth like honey – this one was so baritone, a slight hoarseness to it. 

When your eyes finally adjusted, your vision landing on the blue heart sticker from Wonwoo on your bluetooth speaker, reality was finally flooding back into your consciousness. 

One: you had dreamt about a night with Soonyoung – the whole marriage conversation was real and it had happened, but he wasn’t here. He hadn’t been here for a week. 

Two: you were avoiding Wonwoo. You got up an hour early to leave for work. Most of your evenings were spent in your room. You ate out with your friends when possible, if not, then cup noodles in your room, and you waited until the wee hours of the night to do your laundry. 

Three: That was Wonwoo talking to you through the door, not Soonyoung. He had trying to talk to you for the past two days now and all you’ve ever did was give him curt replies. 

Wonwoo knew that when things got like this, you’d rather just be left alone. But he had to try; for him, for you, for the both of you. 

“Did you want to go get brunch?” Wonwoo asked softly. He squeezed his eyes tightly. “Before we meet the others today?”

Fuck.

Hyejin’s boyfriend’s birthday. 

Jun had personally invited all of your friends to join him, which was a huge deal because Jun was shy and he hardly went out unless it was under Hyejin’s insistence. 

However, you also knew that going to this party also meant seeing Soonyoung, and in front of Wonwoo. Pulling your hoodie over your head, you let out a small groan, not sure if you were ready for that pressure yet. 

With a heavy sigh, you rolled out of bed, shuffling to the door, but never opening it. Leaning against the doorframe you told him quietly, “I don’t think I’m going to go.”

Wonwoo paused, well knowing why, but asked anyway. “Why?”

“I’m not feeling well,” you fibbed, “You should . . . go without me.”

Unlike most times where he'd laugh and accuse you of being a liar, he hummed softly instead, nodding though you couldn’t see him. “Did you want me to go get anything to make you feel better? Soup?”

You picked guiltily at a loose thread on your sweater. It crushed you to know he was being so considerate of you, even after you’ve avoided him all this time. 

“No, thanks,” you muttered. 

“Okay,” Wonwoo replied. 

Silence, then a beat. 

You had thought he had left, but Wonwoo took you by surprise, calling your name again. 

“Can we talk?” Wonwoo asked, so soft, it was almost-childlike. 

You stayed quiet on your end. 

“Whenever you’re ready, let’s talk,” Wonwoo pressed on, “You’re my best friend, I don’t want to lose you.”

Best friend. 

Yet, that cursed word didn't echo in your ears and cut at your heart like it used to anymore. 

“Okay.”

When he heard you shuffling back to your bed, Wonwoo finally left your door, making his way to the kitchen to look for brunch. It was the same thought that was still heavy on his mind. 

You were his best friend and he was in love with you. 

And he hated himself for not realizing it sooner. He took your constant presence for granted, not batting an eye in your direction, blindly wondering why none of his past relationships worked out well when he and his series of ex-girlfriends seemed to be the right fit for each other. 

He was looking for you in other people – and even if the two of you had nothing but bones in common, there was a mutual understanding of respect, love, and support. You hated gaming, but you’d sit and wait for him for hours because it made him happy. Clubs made Wonwoo self-conscious, but he’d go because you loved dancing – and to keep you safe. Bookstores made you feel drowsy, but you’d wander the shelves while he read because it brought him calm and joy. Your motorcycle terrified Wonwoo, but he’d ride because it was you. 

You drove Wonwoo insane sometimes with your spontaneous ways and he feared for your life with how risky you were. Nonetheless, the euphoria of watching glow at your happiest was unmatched. Life may not have been the kindest to you, but the bouts of laughter that spilled from your red-stained lips and the way your eyes crinkled – it was a glimpse of the bright little girl who kept bothering him in middle school during lunch hour all those years ago. 

You were always precious – you still were. 

. . . .

The club wasn’t Wonwoo’s scene. 

And worse, he was here without you. 

Gulping down the lump in his throat, he pushed open the glassdoor, stopping by the bouncers for them to scan him and give him his wristband for alcohol. A heavy beat thumped throughout the dark building, rainbow lights flashed across the dancing crowd. Eyes of women and men in skimpy outfits alike scanned Wonwoo’s form clad in jeans and simple black T-shirt. Today, he traded his eyeglasses for contacts in fear of someone bumping him and dropping them to their doom on the floor. Pushing his way through the crowd to find his friends, sweaty bodies rubbed up against him. He grimaced at the brush of their skin, never being so grateful to see Seungkwan’s bleach blonde head of hair at the edge of the dance floor. He called out to his friend who returned with a wave, his bright smile suddenly drooping into a frown. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Seungkwan asked the moment he arrived. His eyes scanned the crowd behind him, waiting for you to pop up any second now. Out of the corner of his eyes, Wonwoo noted Soonyoung leaning against the bar, clad in black, swirling a shot of tequila in his hands. 

“Y/N’s . . . not feeling well,” Wonwoo muttered, his gaze returning to Seungkwan. He rubbed his hands along the thighs of his jeans. 

Soonyoung’s ears perked at the fall of your name from his cursed lips. 

“Oh,” Seungkwan nodded slowly, poking his tongue in his cheek. “Interesting. She’s not . . . sick, is she?”

Wonwoo shook his head. “Just . . . not in the right mood.”

Perhaps it was the alcohol coursing through his veins, or perhaps, he truly was ticked off at Wonwoo. Soonyoung spun around, leaning against the bar, and raised a curious eyebrow at him. 

“Not in the right mood?” Soonyoung spat. “I wonder who’s fault that is.”

Wonwoo clenched his jaw. He sucked in a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. 

Stuck in between his two friends, Seungkwan’s eyes nervously flickered between the two of them. Seungkwan was well aware of the tension going on between the two, that reason involving you. Yours and Soonyoung’s disappearance from the amusement park last week didn’t take much brain power to figure out your situation. 

“Um,” Seungkwan licked his lips. He turned to Wonwoo hoping he was the more reasonable and clear-minded of the two since he hadn’t drank. Seungkwan wrapped his arm around Wonwoo’s. “Let’s go say ‘hi’ to Hyejin and Jun – they’re over there.”

Cursing under his breath, Soonyoung fished his phone out of his pocket. As he had told Jihoon, he was on a quest to forget you. Clearly, you had no feelings for him, so he shouldn’t waste his time right? Soonyoung had told you he wanted to end things that day after the amusement park and he would follow-through with it. 

Yet, the thought of you not feeling well and Wonwoo acting sketchy tugged at his heartstrings. At the very least, he could be a good friend and check-in on you. He knew how suffocating it was to live with Wonwoo at times. 

Soonyoung: Are you okay?

Soonyoung: Why aren’t you here tonight?

Soonyoung: Call me when you get this. Please – just wanna make sure you’re okay. 

The ‘1’ next to all his messages disappeared, indicating that you’ve read them. He stared at his screen, waiting for your reply, but as the minutes passed, nothing. 

He hissed, throwing his phone with a clatter on the granite counter of the bar. He hailed the bartender, requesting another shot of tequila – then another and another. One shot turned into two, two turned into four, and four turned into eight. The noise around him started to blend. When Jihoon asked if he was okay, his voice sounded distant. It was almost as the beat of the drum was pounding on the walls of his skull. 

His thoughts swimming of only you and muddled with alcohol, he hardly remembered the rest of the night. It was a blur; only bits and pieces were vivid. Soonyoung had danced with someone – was it you? No, they smelled of vanilla and you hated the scent, claiming it smelled too sweet. Another drink with Jun. One with Hyejin. He recalled the crunch of his fist landing on someone’s jaw, the shrieks of the crowd, Jihoon shoving him to the ground, then everything went black.

Only the sound of your giggles echoed in his ears – the one only reserved for him in the sacred moments of the night. 

Except he knew, you weren’t really there – you never were. 

You were never Soonyoung’s and you never will be. 

That was fucking sad. 

. . . .

“Soonyoung and Wonwoo got into a fight,” Seungkwan explained half-heartedly. He stood sullenly like a child in trouble with his mother in front of you, while Wonwoo’s head rested in your lap. He winced as you pressed the bag of frozen peas up against the purple bruise bloom on his cheekbone. He clenched his teeth tight – you noted how the cut on the corner of his lip split further, a trickle of blood oozing out. 

You sniffled, brushing away Wonwoo’s bangs, closely examining his face to make sure you didn’t miss any other bruises or cuts. 

“Soonyoung?” you asked.

“Jihoon took him home – got dinged in the eye, I think,” Seungkwan scratched his temple. Your eyes trained on Wonwoo’s forehead, you missed the exasperated look on your friend’s face. 

A moment of silence swaddled the three of you, Seungkwan watching you sniffle while icing Wonwoo’s wounds. The latter gentleman moaning and burying his face in your abdomen each time you tried to leave the pack on his face for too long. Seungkwan didn’t want to say it out loud, but you looked so . . . pitiful. 

Your cheeks were hollow, your hair disheveled, bags hung underneath your eyes as if you hadn’t slept well in days. He was vaguely familiar with what he assumed to be the love triangle between you, Soonyoung, and Wonwoo, and though it seemed exciting like a drama, it seemed to wear on you so much already. 

“Hey,” Seungkwan called softly. 

You looked up at him, surprised he hadn’t left yet. Swiping at your nose, you told him, “Y-you can go home. I got it from here. He’ll be okay.”

“But will you be okay?” Seungkwan asked purposefully. 

Your eyes landed on the Mickey Mouse mug sitting on the coffee table. The lip of the cup was stained with coffee in the shape of lips that wrapped around its edges. It was a truly ugly mug, but it was one of the only gifts Wonwoo had ever managed to win you from a claw machine. 

“Y/N,” Seungkwan sighed, coming to sit by your side. 

He frowned, raising a hand to your back, giving you soft pats. 

“It’s been hard, hasn’t it?” Seungkwan asked. He smiled half-heartedly, not waiting for you to answer – he knew you wouldn’t answer. If he knew anything about you, you were equally as emotionally constipated as Wonwoo when it came to feelings of love and sadness. 

“I . . . don’t know what you’re going through right now, or what’s on your mind,” Seungkwan started hesitantly, “But I hope whatever the outcome or whatever decision you make, you do it for you and what makes you happy.”

A tear silently rolled down your cheek, splattering onto Wonwoo’s cheek. It slid down his porcelain skin into the thick of his hair. 

“You’ve . . . denied your feelings for a long time,” Seungkwan continued, “Of course, I don’t know them or what they are, but you’re always so stubborn when it comes to admitting them, you know?” he chortled lightly, twiddling his thumbs. “I can’t say much without prying into the situation, but as corny as this sounds, follow your heart – even if they’re mad now,” he gestured to Wonwoo, then the door, which you assumed he was gesturing at Soonyoung a distance away, “One day they’ll understand.”

After helping put Wonwoo to bed that night, Seungkwan left, giving you a hug as you wept into his chest, reminding you that he’s only one call away. 

When enough tears had been shed you turned to your phone, hoping to talk to the one person who knew how to comfort you most – sex aside. 

Not surprisingly, it’s almost as if he already knew you were down, an unread text message sitting in your inbox. 

Soonyoung: I’m so sorry. 

Soonyoung: I never got to say it, but I love you. 

Y/N: Kwon Soonyoung – you can’t just say that and run. 

Scrambling up from your bed, your fingers fumbled to text him back. 

Y/N: I have something to tell you – can we talk? Please?

Soonyoung: [system error – your message was not delivered. number has been blocked] 

. . . .

Eight Months Later

The soft lofi music tinkled in the background of the rustic cafe. The wide windows allowed the last bits of sunlight to spill inside, adding a golden glow to the metal furniture that contrasted the wooden floor and walls. Plants spilled from their pots, some vines that lined the furthest wall of the building. They were growing healthily under the care of their soft-hearted owner who claimed that plants brightened the air of his cafe, allowing for an aura of “freshness” amidst his customers. The sound of the espresso machine grinding coffee beans hissed in the background, the hearty smell already wafting into your nostrils.

“Yeah, Saturday dinner sounds good,” you leaned against the counter, pressing your phone in between your ear and your shoulder. A soft chortle left your prettily glossed lips, echoing through the empty coffee shop. You were usually the last one here anyways. 

With your 0.4 black Muji pen, you quickly scribbled something down in your planner. Your handwriting was equally pretty: the curve of your d’s swoop of your r’s was done so eloquently – at least in his eyes. 

“If you feel so inclined to do so, Wonwoo,” you rolled your eyes. “M’kay – I will, good night.”

The corner of your lips curled up into a gentle smile he seldom saw whenever you came to the cafe. You were always typing away at something or flipping through that notebook with flimsy blue-lined paper. Your handwriting was pressed into the white space in between. 

“Boyfriend?” Seokmin asked curiously, walking over to your counter. He wiped off a drip of coffee on the washcloth hanging from his jeans. 

“No,” you shook your head, a chortle escaping your lips at the handsome cafe owner. You closed your laptop and tucked it away in your bag.You noted the pink collared shirt he was wearing, the top two clasps unbuttoned, revealing a crisp white shirt underneath. Pink was a nice color on him. “Best friend.”

“Oh?” Seokmin raised an eyebrow curiously. 

You frowned at him.

“This means you’re still single? And I can still shoot my shot?” he teased, leaning on his side of the counter, planting his chin in his hands. He eyed you curiously. 

“No,” you replied exasperated, rejecting him for the umpteenth time. 

You had been coming to Cafe Quartz for the past few months to study for your post-graduate entrance exam. You stayed later than most customers, usually one of the last few to leave, if not the last one. One evening, when you were feeling extra stressed between work, moving, and registering for this cursed exam, the cafe owner, Seokmin, had offered you his new recipe of matcha latte, on-the-house (he noticed you never ordered actual coffee), and struck up a conversation with you, hoping to brighten your day. 

Since then, he’d been slowly getting to know you, and frankly, he was interested – romantically. Unfortunately, the first time he had asked you out for dinner, you had blushed profusely, apologizing and declining his offer, explaining you weren’t in the right headspace to start anything now. He wasn’t sure of your history or what happened to you before you came here, seldom talking about your personal life, but he wanted to, so he didn’t stop. At some point, his requests became an ongoing joke between the two of you. He had hope someday if he asked you enough, you’d finally say yes. 

The two of you shared small updates about your day. You had set your date for your entrance exam and Seokmin shared his anecdote about the new part-timer he was considering hiring – Chan, a spunky university student in a dance crew who was in need of some extra cash. 

“He sounds passionate and willing to work hard at least,” you noted, hooking your thumb in the leather strap of your bag. 

“I’m just afraid he’ll start ‘breaking it down’ in the middle of the cafe,” Seokmin joked, faking a grab at his crotch then his forehead to imitate Michael Jackson. 

“I’ll be here for the show if he does then,” you giggled, “He’ll add some nice pizzazz to the cafe.”

“I guess,” Seokmin chuckled along. 

Silence fell between the two of you. Seokmin staring at your starry-eyed and affectionately. You didn’t know how to describe it, but he was oddly so . . . pure and wholesome for a grown man. It made you forget about all the stress in your life – just good energy that reminded you’ve been long overdue for. Seokmin was a cheerful and sometimes goofy spirit that reminded you of . . . him. 

“Well, I’ll catch you tomorrow then?” you said, shooing away thoughts of Soonyoung. 

“Where else would I be other than here?” Seokmin replied. 

You shrugged on your way out. Hand on the lever, you called back, “Maybe finally on a date with someone who’s not me?”

Seokmin pointed at you, sending a teasing wink in your direction. “Don’t count on it!”

You waved at him through the window, tucking in one of your earbuds into your ear as you set off down the street. He bid you goodbye the same, watching you disappear around the corner. Letting out a deep breath from another successful day, Seokmin relaxed his shoulders, rolling the knots out of his neck. 

Unfortunately, however, his eyes landed on a small pink faux leather wallet. Green and red credit cards peaked out some pockets. Reaching over, he immediately identified it as yours with your ID displaying on the front.

Odd, he thought to himself, someone who dressed in such seemingly dark colors carrying something so bright.

He should probably give it back though in case you needed it tomorrow before you came here.

Tucking the key to the cafe in his pocket, Seokmin raced out after you, hoping you weren't too far gone yet. Pumping his legs and arms, he rounded the corner, nearly colliding into you.

"Oh - hey!" Seokmin chuckled, steadying himself, grabbing your arm.

Except you didn't budge or look at him - your eyes trained on something, or rather someone, a few feet ahead of you. You seemed to be in such distress - the way your eyes rimmed red, the crinkle of your brows, and the way your bright smile from earlier suddenly downturned.

"Y/N?" Seokmin asked, concern lacing his tone. He frowned, turned and squinted at the person you were staring at.

He was dressed in an oversized plaid shirt paired with light wash jeans. His black locks were cut short - honestly, he looked kind of dumb with how choppy his bangs were. Whoever cut it needed to refund his money. Seokmin made note of the nick in his eyebrow. The tall, lanky man was staring back at you with an equally stunned expression - if not less melancholic. His plush lips were parted, his seemingly sharp eyes drooped in what appeared to be hurt. The girl with jet black hair in a sky blue cardigan and tweed skirt standing to him, appeared just as confused as Seokmin.

"Soonyoung?" you called out, his name leaving your lips for the first time in months. 

✶ seventeen when you take your promise ring off during a fight

ft. performance unit

-> vocal unit | hip hop unit

junhui: he only notices it when you start to walk away. there's a lull in the kitchen, the type of weighted silence that lies thick and suffocating in the air, waiting for someone to make the first move. junhui takes the knife and slices. ("we can talk about it tomorrow," he says.) it gives you both time to be angry about it, sleep it off, then apologize. except, he sees the glint of metal rolling around in your fingers, and your still-empty ring finger when you turn around to leave. junhui has always given you time, given you the space to cool off and talk about it next morning, but he feels if he lets you and the ring go to sleep like that—("your ring," junhui calls quietly, his voice almost fragile with the way he speaks it. he hopes it's just a reminder, not a plea.) the band freezes in your fingers before you silently slip it back on.

soonyoung: he goes quiet. arguments with soonyoung are agitated, barely contained words exchanged like the beginning spark of a lit match; it's never loud, always tense, but soonyoung sees the fidgeting slide of your ring on and off your finger and his match snuffs out. his words trail off into nothing but a wisp of smoke, argument dying with it as he silently walks over to you, a careful yet gentle hand on yours. ("stop." it's the ash that falls from the top of burned incense, the soaking of a matchstick in water.) if you held your breath, you'd notice the slight tremble in his hands before your fingers left your ring and entwined with his instead.

minghao: the second you touch the band on your finger, he stops. ("let's talk about it later," he amends, eyes flickering to your hand before looking up at you as a sort of silent mutual understanding, only to find a hard stubborness in your eyes.) to him, the small gesture is a sign that you need time to cool down, to talk about it civily when the fight isn't so fresh in both your minds; to you, the postponing is something he just says. when is later? when will you talk it over again? when will his words mean something more than just pacifying platitudes? ("no," you declare, firmly planted, metal burning. "we need to talk about this now." you need him to understand this, to understand that it's worth it.) and to him, nothing was worth more than you. so he sits down, and you talk it through, and you apologize.

chan: you see the panic fly through his eyes. the ring has always been a comforting presence to you, grounding you when you need it most. but in the midst of a fight, the metal feels too tight around your finger. you needed to feel the skin beneath it again. chan stops mid-speech the moment he sees you pull it off your finger, alarm in his voice when you move to put it on the table. chan says your name like a fraying thread, as if wide eyes and closing distance were the only things he could do to keep it together, to keep you with him. (he looks between you and the ring, panic barely kept within its confines as chan tries not to spiral. "what...what are you..." is all he can manage to get out, words buzzing as they leave his tongue. you pause, startled, following his shaky gaze to the ring between your fingertips, and you breathe out a single noise. "oh.") you're not, you assure him, metal band warm in your palm. you would never. chan doesn't stop looking at you with trembling eyes until he can slide it on your finger himself.

pretty baby

pairing: soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: straight up filth smut

warnings: car sex, cum play, dirty talk, exhibitionism (kinda?) (lmk if i missed something)

"such an obedient whore, taking everything i give her," soonyoung groans as he grabs your hips and thrusts upwards, maintaining the initial brutal pace. his words keep adding to your pleasure, making you clench as you desperately bounce on his cock.

"yea, you like this baby? like getting... fuck-" he throws his head back, letting out a guttural groan that goes straight to your abused hole. "like getting fucked right outside your house like this?" you can't help but whine at both his words and the way he rubs harsh circles on your swollen, overstimulated bud.

you let out a cry, keening in pleasure as he continues spewing absolute filth from his pretty mouth, "what if your parents walk out, huh? what if- what if they see their precious, innocent daughter getting fucked in a car-" you clench around him again, your pussy throbbing at his words, "-in a car, out in the open like this?"

his hips bucking into you, hitting that one particular spot that has you seeing stars, paired with his nimble fingers toying with your abused clit sends you tumbling over your edge. you bite your lip, trying to contain your moans that sound borderline pornographic at this point and throw your head back as you cream his cock.

"that's my pretty baby, you're doing so good," he keeps slowly thrusting into you, trying to drag out your orgasm and you almost sob at how good it feels.

once you've come down from your high, he speeds up his thrusts once again and if you weren't already sobbing earlier, you sure are now. bouncing on his dick while he whispers absolute filth in your ears, you let out whines and whimpers at the burning overstimulation.

after a few more thrusts and a couple dozen messy kisses, you feel him spill inside you, painting your inner walls white.

you softly moan when he pulls out after a while and the sensation of his cum running down your thighs makes you clench around nothing. the very thought of him fucking you so good and filling you up to the brink with his cum has your now gaping hole wanting to be fucked full of his seeds all over again.

"you okay, baby? was it too much?" you're brought out of your dirty thoughts as soonyoung gently rubs your back. you bite your bottom lip, shaking your head side to side, "it was just right."

he tucks himself back in his pants and kisses your forehead.

"good." his fingers soon find their way back to your engorged clit and he starts to play it with again.

soon after, he gently enters two of his digits inside you and you let out a deep breath, slowly grinding against his palm. he continues finger-fucking his cum inside you while pinching and teasing your nub for a couple of minutes before he completely stops and removes his hands from your core.

before you can voice out your dissapointment and need in the form of a whine, his fingers are inside your mouth.

"you're never satisfied, are you?"

you let out a hum at the heady taste of both of your mixed arousals and maintain eye contact with him as you lick and suck his fingers, as you would his cock.

"such a whore," he chuckles and removes his fingers from your mouth as he slowly lifts you up from his lap. he looks around for your panties which he carelessly discarded earlier and once he finds it, he helps you put them on.

soonyoung pecks your lips as he runs a finger over the drenched white lace that sticks to your folds. you shudder and let your head fall against his shoulder as he shoves a finger inside your pussy again, this time the fabric snug against your walls.

"pretty baby's pretty hole is all mine, yeah?" he coos.

you nod shyly and he pecks your lips, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"keep all of my cum inside you, okay?" he places another gentle kiss on your lips again.

"i want you to go home like this," and again.

"go to your bedroom," and again.

"and touch yourself for me."

"can my pretty baby do that for me?"

svt (bias line) - anal sex

pairing: svt x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: uhhh, anal sex?

✓ wonwoo - the type to be really into it, but also be super shy to bring it up.

wonwoo's an ass guy through and through (you cannot convince me otherwise) so it's not at all surprising that he has a thing for anal and has always wanted to try it.

what is surprising, however, is how the shy, stuttering and blushing mess from a few days- scratch that, a few moments ago is now nowhere to be seen.

not with the way he has a vibrator shoved up your pussy as he takes your ass for hours at a stretch.

he will begin with a painstakingly slow pace but with the visual of your ass jiggling, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt and the tightness of your unused hole sucking all of him in, he is bound to lose control and start pounding into your ass with every last fibre of his being.

also, anal with wonwoo probably happens quite often so say goodbye to both sitting and walking for...

days? weeks? who knows?

✓ seungcheol - the type to be into it to assert dominance.

seungcheol undoubtedly fucks your ass every single time you try to tease him or get him jealous.

think of it as his way to remind you who really calls the shots in your relationship.

although you both know it's actually 'you' because he wouldn't even so much as mention anal sex ever again if you weren't okay with it.

he may be a dom (hard!dom!!!) but he's also a gentleman who's madly in love with you so your comfort comes before anything else.

speaking of him being a hard!dom, he'd want to be in total control from the very first second he enters you, railing into you as he tugs your hair.

however, he would lose his sanity less than a minute after he enters you because of how you clench and unclench around him. his thrusts would get erratic and he'd be on the edge of his high, releasing his cum inside you soon after.

to put it simply, your tight fucking hole will be the death of him, yep.

✓ mingyu - the type to do it when he is stressed.

mingyu is the purest, loveliest, kindest, most caring boyfriend ever, always treating you like you're fragile, calling you his princess and what not :(

always, except when he is troubled at work because then, things turn a total 180°. atleast in bed, they do.

it was your idea to try anal and when you had mentioned it, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. he immediately shut you down, reasoning that you didn't have to do that for him and that he didn't want to end up unintentionally hurting you.

but you, of course, had managed to reassure him that you'd be fine and that you would be able to take him well (you basically dirty talked your way) and he agreed; after assigning you a safe word, that is.

and that leads you to where you'll generally find yourself when he's had a troubled day.

after a long, tiring and very difficult day at work, he makes sure to take it out on you and the normal gentleness and care is long gone. you're bent over the bathroom counter, stretched on his fat cock as he pounds into you from behind.

he holds onto your hips with a grip tight enough to leave bruises while his other hand remains tangled in your hair, forcing you to look at your ruined, fucked out self in the mirror.

tears stream down your face as you maintain eye contact through the glass and he groans as your stretched hole flutters around him.

in conclusion? although you need to be prepped A LOT, you take him well; you take him just as well as you told him you would.

✓ soonyoung - the type to do it because it is exciting.

soonyoung loves anal because of how it is considered a tabboo; the very thought of you letting him do something so 'sinful' (you don't know where he heard that) to you excites him way more than it should.

he makes sure he fucks your ass every chance he gets; that he has stretched you open in every single room of your apartment at least once.

loves, loves, LOVES it when you let him hit it raw and loves seeing his cum ooze out of your tiny hole after he's used it to his heart's content. he then, 4 out of 5 times, proceeds to eat your ass until you're shaking and crying underneath him because-

a. he is filthy like that and

b. your boy also has a dacryphilia kink (source: trust me bro)

can definitely see him dirty talking and degrading you so so so much because this is soonyoung we're talking about.

cue "you're always willing to spread your legs for me, yeah?"

all in all, as much as he loves all three (3) of your holes, your ass is his absolute favorite.

✓ seokmin - the type to do it for the physical and emotional closeness.

even when he approaches you with the question, he is so gentle, so caring, so respectful. he rubs his thumb on your cheeks and places a kiss on your forehead, assuring you that it is okay to say no, that you don't need to do anything you dislike.

you, of course, smile and nod as you agree to it and that has seokmin on cloud nine. he whispers 'thank yous' and 'i love yous', gently pecking you all over your face :(

he'd be so soft and so considerate, moaning into your ears about how you, his beautiful girl, were doing so good for him. he'd gently rub your clit and place kisses on your neck, occasionally taking your nipples into his mouth and sucking on them

since it's all about intimacy to him, about how much you love and trust him, he makes sure you're comfortable and feeling loved and beautiful every second of the way.

"it's just as much about you feeling good as it is about me, love." ;(

basically, as usual, it would be him being the bestest boy ever.

✓ jeonghan - the type to do it only to punish you.

while seokmin is all about being soft, jeonghan on the other hand? not so much. he's very dominant and assertive in every aspect and that includes punishments.

he'd surely spank your ass and leave bright red imprints as he comes inside your hole. he'd then replace his cock with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you while you arch your back, sobbing at the overstimulation.

once he's done shoving all of his cum back inside, he'd insert a vibrating butt plug and have you keep it inside you until he says so.

HE'D ALSO BE HUGE ON AFTERCARE THO- kissing your eyelids and constanstly apologising for being too rough, while you'd simply lay spent in his arms with a loving smile on your face.

✓ seungkwan - the type to do it out of curiousity

i feel like, initially, he wouldn't really like the idea of sticking his dick inside your ass because he wouldn't want to hurt you. besides, there was no way it would feel good for you? right?

but that was until you decided to confront him about it, confessing that anal was one of your biggest fantasies.

he had neither agreed nor disagreed with it but when you were met with nothing but pin drop silence, you assumed it to be the latter and decided to stop thinking about it

loverboy seungkwan on the other hand couldn't really stop replaying the scenes from the movie he'd initially skipped, only this time, he watched it many a times, imagining the two of you doing the same.

safe to say, it had his dick straining against his pants in no time.

so the next time he sees you, he's a stuttering mess, tips of his ears tinted red. for an entire hour, you plead him to tell you what he's thinking about.

and aren't you pleasantly surprised when he's the one suggesting it this time ;) you tease him a little by not replying- oh how the tables have turned- but then when he begins apologising profusely, you kiss him mid-sentence.

one thing leads to another and you're now sat on his lap with his dick buried deep in your ass. you rub your clit in circles as seungkwan slowly thrusts into you from below, sucking your tits like a baby.

with your foreheads pressed against each other and soft moans and groans filling the air, you shed a few tears that he oh so gently- wipes away with his thumb.

good girl

pairing: soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: suggestive

with your daughter in your arms, you lean against the door frame, watching soonyoung’s figure leave for work. although you can barely see the imprint, you know his back muscles flex underneath the plain white shirt he is wearing and it looks good on him.

it looks very good on him.

your train of thought comes to a halt when he pauses in the midst of his track. furrowing your eyebrows, you stand straight. your daughter giggles and places her head in the crook of your neck.

soonyoung walks towards you with an innocent smile on his face.

did he perhaps forget something?

you have barely any time to think about it by the time he stands infront of you. he leans in close and places a loving kiss on your daughter’s cheeks. your breath hitches when he turns to look at you, his face so close to yours, his chocolate brown orbs staring deep into your soul. “be a good girl for me, yeah?”

you stand frozen as you clench around nothing. your heart pounds against your chest and you swallow the lump in your throat.

he slowly turns around and walks back to his car and although you can’t see it, you know he is smirking. your face suddenly feels warm and your pussy throbs, already aching for him. you’re sure you’ve just soaked your panties at nothing but a sentence. mere words. his words.

how did your husband’s brother have this effect on you again?

a/n: so um, yeah

precious

pairing: fiance!soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: smut + fluff(?) (towards the end?)

warnings: breeding kink, dirty talk.

with your pussy stretched wide open on soonyoung's dick, you are a babbling mess. "right th- right there," you wail, voice close to breaking.

"yeah?" he pushes in harder and you swear you're starting to see white.

you thrust up, trying to match his pace and the action makes your tits jiggle. he reaches up to grab your breast, thumb grazing over your hardened nipple and you gasp.

"so sensitive," he unexpectedly pinches the bud and you let out a whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"they'll be sore by the time i'm done with you," he pistons his hips harder and you let the whine turn into a moan.

the bed creaks and the headboard starts hitting against the wall as he lets out a groan. "when i get you pregnant- fuck you full of my cum, these will be fucking swollen."

unable to speak, you mewl, clenching around him at his filthy words- "yeah, you like that? tell me you want it."

"soonyoung, please," thrashing, you arch your back, "i want it so bad, baby."

he bites his lip at the sight of you begging under him and as per your request, he snaps his hips fucking your wet heat harder and faster.

"that's my doll," he praises, "letting me have my way with her pretty pussy."

you feel your orgasm approaching as your legs quiver under his unforgiving pace. you can tell he was close as well. with strands of hair sticking onto his forehead, his voice wavers and his huge length throbs inside you as he continues to fuck you brutally.

"everyone will know you're fucking mine," he lowers himself to kiss your jaw and nibbles on your neck. "they'll know how you were so needy, so desperate for my cock that-" he rolls his hips, kissing behind your ear, "-that you spread your legs for me and let- let me fuck you raw."

you whimper, pressing your chest against his as he continues to press wet, messy kisses on your neck and shoulder. "i'm gonna fuck you so full of my cum, it's going to dripping out of your cunt for days," he grinds his hips into you.

you mewl into his mouth and your bud pulsates at the sudden contact of his pelvis on your clit. you spread your thighs wider for him and he growls, pounding into you relentlessly, "shit- i'm gonna fill you up to the brink. you want that, don't you?"

as you're on the edge of both your sanity and climax, you helplessly clench around him and thrust up to fuck yourself on his length.

"gonna leave this pretty little pussy all wet and messy," he pants and you can't help tighten your grip on the sheets underneath you.

he moves his fingers to your engorged nub and rubs it in circles. the action sends a familiar warmth rushing through your body and you cum, thrashing under his hold.

you clench and unclench around him, tugging on his hair and he follows soon after, the tightness of your pussy making it difficult for him to hold back. you feel his cum reach deep inside your cunt and moan at the warmth against your wet walls.

soonyoung shuts his eyes, groaning and letting out curses as you continue to milk him dry.

"i love you soon-to-be wife," he places his head on your chest and grunts. you let out a tired giggle, scrunching your nose, when he bends lower to press a kiss on your stomach.

"i love you too, soon-to-be-be husband." running your fingers through his hair, you tug on it to pull him close to your mouth and he flashes a beautiful smile, looking at you with constellations in his eyes. he leans down to press his lips on yours and you feel your heart swell in content as he smiles into the kiss.

you cannot wait to spend the rest of your life with someone so precious.