#svtredroom

[secndlife]

pairing: soonyoung x female reader

genre: fluff, smut, very little angst

summary: when you met soonyoung, you thought he was probably one of the most annoying people you had ever encountered. the more you found yourself wrapped up in him, that thought didn’t really change. he was still annoying. annoyingly cute, annoyingly charming, and annoyingly exciting. and, before you realized, you were annoyingly in love.

word count: 33.2k (read on browser or desktop. mobile will kill you)

warnings: blowjob, fingering, face fucking, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, hair pulling, creampie, mentions of role-playing.

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“There’s someone I want you to go on a date with.”

Doki’s words were barely interesting enough to make you look up from your phone. “I’ll pass,” you said, while scrolling through whatever social media was running on the screen. 

They threw a pillow at you, “You will not. He is cute and literally the perfect man for you.” 

“There’s no such thing,” you pointed out while finally dropping your device to look at them. “Besides, I have no time.” Work was pretty much your whole life for some time now, so in your free time the last thing you wanted to do was go on dates that were considered failures before they even happened. You were too focused in your career, and you didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon.

“Well, make time because I told Josh to give him your number and that you’re free this Saturday.” It had to be a joke.

You stared at Doki in shock. “Are you serious?” They did nothing but nod. “I’m not free Saturday? We’re supposed to go to Krys’.” 

Your friend got comfortable on the couch and started searching for something on the TV. “Krys won’t mind.” They shrugged, nonchalantly.

“Doki, really?” You whined. You much rather spend time with your friends than one a blind date on one of the few days you actually didn’t have to care about work.

“Yes, really.” Finally, selecting something for you to watch, the youngest sighed at your lack of excitement. “He’s cute. I promise. You’ll like him.”

Two days later you got a text from a random number. It wasn’t late, but you were tired from another long day at work and already in bed. The message said something along the lines of “hey, I’m Josh’s friend and he told me to text you”. There was also a smiley face at the end. A couple of seconds later, another one came through, and it had his name. Soonyoung. Pretty. 

[9:37pm] you: hi! i’m doki’s friend and i’m so sorry they’re pushing you into this mess :/

You gave him your name and waited for a response. 

[9:38pm] Soonyoung: it’s fine! i’m excited! heard some nice things about you :)

For some reason, you felt something at the pit of your stomach, and you had no idea what that was. You decided to throw in a small joke to test the waters. 

[9:38pm] you: they mentioned i shower every day right?

[9:38pm] Soonyoung: hahahah! they did not say that but it’s good to know

[9:39pm] Soonyoung: are you really free saturday or was i just played?  

You giggled at your phone, fingers quickly moving against the glass.

[9:39pm] you: you’re in luck. i had plans but they got canceled :/

[9:40pm] Soonyoung: good! maybe we can meet at skyline diner at 7? :) 

You still had a chance to back down. Tell him that you weren’t really up for it. Not really in the mood. Doki would probably kill you though. Looking back, you should’ve known your heart was set on going already, even if your mind didn’t want to admit that just yet.

[9:40pm] you: it’s a date :)

When you got to the diner on Saturday, the person you met was slightly different from the one in the picture you saw. He had less of a baby face, the raven hair pushed back with just a couple of strains falling on his face giving him a more mature air. 

“Hi.” When Soonyoung stood up and smiled, his eyes almost disappeared, and you thought he was very, very charming.

You smiled back, “Hi.” He gestured for you to sit across from him and, when you looked at him under the restaurant light, you saw his face had a light shade of pink over it. He was wearing a button-up shirt that had some type of neon pattern. He looked like what fun would do if it materialized itself. “I thought you were blond,” you pointed out after a couple of seconds. 

Soonyoung giggled, “I dyed it like, three days ago.” 

“Oh, so when you texted me you were having a beauty day?” You joked. You felt so nervous inside, but, for some reason, something about the man across from you made you that much more comfortable.

“Beauty night, yeah,” he said, head moving in a nod. His smile was too damn adorable.

You hummed, “Right. I didn’t see you blond aside from one picture, but I like it like this.” 

Another giggle passed his lips and his cheeks heated up slightly. “Thanks.” You offered him a smile in response and took the menu from the table. “Have you been here before?”

“Not really,” you said, while eyeing the several options in front of you. “Been wanting to, but no time.” 

“It’s one of my favorite places. I barely have to look at the menu anymore,” he confessed.

If this were any other date, you’d probably roll your eyes at the situation. But he didn’t sound arrogant or conceited. You didn’t think he even had that in him to be such things. You looked up at him, “Any suggestions?”

Soonyoung thought about it for a second, “You like burgers?” You nodded. “The cheeseburger is insanely good.” 

“I’ll have that then.” 

He felt a bit of pride and validation in something as simple as you accepting his suggestion and he wondered if that was normal. For him, it probably was. 

After the orders were placed, the two of you engaged in conversation naturally. You talked about what you do, Soonyoung’s passion for dancing overflowing in every word, and your excitement in handling marketing communication for a record label being just as visible. You talked about food and music. You talked about your favorite places and funny videos you had seen recently. You talked about travelling and about friends, a story or two about Joshua and Doki coming up. 

You had been on dates where you had to put a crazy amount of effort into keeping things moving, into finding something, even if small, to keep the conversation, but this wasn’t the case. Soonyoung was a very reactive person, finding something new to talk about in every response you offered. It was a nice change from your previous failed dating attempts. You also felt like he was really listening. He actually looked at you and not at your lips, despite some small, eventual glances. You felt like he was genuinely interested in what you had to bring to the table, which made things even better. 

There was something very exciting about him. He was still somewhat shy, you could tell. But he teased you here and there, and you wondered what else he was hiding behind his perfectly shaped eyes.

When you started talking about movies, you mentioned you wanted to go to the drive-in movie that would be happening throughout September.

“We can go on our third date,” Soonyoung offered.

You squint your eyes at him, “So we’re skipping the second one?”

He shook his head, a teasing smile across his lips. “No. I just already have plans for that.”

“Soonyoung is so annoying,” you told Krys over a glass of wine. You weren’t really expecting a response, so your eyes went back to your phone.

Krys raised an eyebrow at you, “Who’s Soonyoung? Your hot date from yesterday?”

“Yes,” Doki responded while you were too busy sending him another message. 

He had been texting you since he dropped you off last night. A part of you missed the buzz you felt whenever you’re getting to know someone. That commotion of waiting for a text or for when you’re just about to see them again. So you just let this feeling wash over you as if it would never end. 

“He’s annoying, and you’re texting him?” She sounded confused. 

You sighed, “He’s not actually annoying. He’s just, I don’t know. Annoying.”

Doki let out a laugh, looking at your friend while you were still answering the man with the prettiest smile you had ever seen. “You got it, right?”

The second time you saw Soonyoung, he picked you up on a Saturday evening. His hair was down, and you welcomed the sudden change. When you plopped into the passenger seat, you were instantly taken over by a scent that shifted between floral and fresh. You liked it. 

“Where are we going?” You asked while putting on your seatbelt.

“You asked me that every single day throughout the week.” Soonyoung let out a laugh. “I’m not telling you.”

You sighed, “I keep asking because you’re annoying, and won’t tell me.” 

He shot you a smile, hands quickly shifting the gear and getting the car in movement. “You’ll see when we get there.”

“You’re unbearable.”

“Yet you’re going on a second date with me,” he pointed out, eyes glued to the side of your face while waiting for the traffic lights. “And have already scheduled a third one.” 

A huff escaped your lips, “Can you please keep your eyes on the road?”

“The car’s not moving, so technically, I don’t have to.” 

You shook your head, “Shut up.” You could feel your cheeks heat up, even when you commanded your body not to react.

A green light invaded the vehicle, and you felt it moving again. Soonyoung finally stopped looking at you, and it was like you could relax again. Irritating. So irritating. But compelling, in the same proportion.

Soonyoung had a hard time finding a place to park, so you ended up having to do some walking. The weather was perfect, your favorite. Not cold enough to need a jacket, but not warm enough to feel like you’re about to pass out. That’s why you liked early September. 

Soonyoung had a short-sleeved black button up shirt on. It had red roses printed all over it, and you thought it was a good contrast to how endearing he looked with his hair down. 

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going now?” You said while walking by his side. 

The man rolled his eyes, “We’re literally on our way there. Can’t you be patient?”

“No.”

He instinctively took your hand, “C’mon, let’s cross the street.”

When Soonyoung touched you, it was like feeling sparks. Literal electricity all over your body. You were taken aback by it and wondered if he felt it too. When he showed no reaction, you brushed it off, allowing him to drag you across the pavement. Little did you know.

Not long after, your curiosity finally settled. “Bowling?”

Soonyoung nodded, “Yeah. You said you liked it, but haven’t played it in a while. So I thought it would be fun.”

You tried to hold back a smile, but it was useless. So he was really listening. “I also mentioned I suck at it, right?”

He giggled, “So do I. Makes it even more fun.” 

An hour later, Soonyoung was almost dripping sweat and had a pout across his lips. “Is this what you call sucking at it?” He was losing and he was losing hard.

“Just didn’t think you were this bad,” you teased. “Wanna make a bet?”

He huffed, “Why would I make a bet at this point?”

You gave him a smile, “Because you’ll win either way.” He did nothing but raise a brow at you, so you continued. “If I win, I get to choose where we go for the fourth date.” 

“And if I win?” 

“You choose.” 

He thought about it for a second while you took another ball in your hand, a purple one this time. “How am I winning if you choose where we go on the fourth date?”

You turned to face him, “Because you’ll get a fourth date with me.”

Soonyoung giggled, “Wasn’t I getting that all along?”

“No,” you answered with a wink, finally taking your turn. Strike. You moved back and sat by his side, “So what do you say?” 

He knew you were playing, but decided to push the buttons anyway. “You really weren’t going to go on a fourth date with me?” 

You ignored his question, “Yes or no?”

“I won’t answer until you answer.” 

“I asked first?” You couldn’t believe him.

He shrugged, “Don’t care.”

“Are you serious?” No response. Astonishing. “Fine.” He looked at you. It was daring, dangerous even. That was your first encounter with the fire behind his eyes, and they were barely a spark then. But you’d meet it better soon enough. “Of course I was going to go on a fourth date with you. Are you happy now?”

Your words made him light up like a beam. “Yes.” He poked your side and stood up. “Bet accepted.”

Unsurprisingly, Soonyoung lost. He didn’t really care, as long as he got to see you again. You said you knew where you were going on date four, but decided not to tell him. 

“Really? This is how it’s gonna go?” He asked over pizza and milkshakes.

“Yes.” 

He laughed, “I bet you have no idea where we’re going.” 

You took a bite of your food and rolled your eyes, “Why would I lie about knowing?” 

“To annoy me as much as I annoyed you.” 

Touché. 

“Fuck you, I totally know it.” The dark haired man laughed again and your chest got warm all of a sudden.

Soonyoung felt more comfortable around you today. He allowed his hand to rest on yours for a second too long. He teased you more. If he thought about it, he’d even describe your presence as soothing. There was something about you that made him feel like he was about to dive into something so breathtaking that not all the air in the world could prepare him for it. He liked it.

It was crazy how time flew when you were by his side. For someone who huffed at every minute, you were actually enjoying yourself. Soonyoung was easygoing and fun and taunting. He kept you on your toes somehow. You liked that. He was good to look at, too. Almost too good to be true. 

You finished the food and threw some more conversation away. You went from Soonyoung’s kids class, to why pepperoni pizza is better than hawaiian. 

“I can’t believe you like pineapple on pizza. This is actually making me reconsider date three,” you told him while walking back to the car. He took your hand in his as soon as you left the bowling alley. He didn’t seem to think much of it, so you decided neither would you. 

He giggled for the nth time that day, “You’re the one with poor taste.” 

You bumped his shoulder with yours, “I’m going out with you, so I guess I might indeed have poor taste.”

Soonyoung reached for your waist with his free hand and pinched it. “Hey! Dating me is the biggest proof of actual, perfect taste.” 

“Dunno about that.” The two of you had to stop to wait for traffic lights. When you did, you felt Soonyoung’s eyes on you. “What?”

“Look, there.” He pointed to something on your left, somewhere in the now dark and star filled sky.

You turned your head in the direction he was signaling. After a couple of seconds trying to figure out what he meant, you called it a failure. “Where?” 

Soonyoung sighed, “How do you not see it? There, dummie.”

You squinted your eyes in the hopes of getting a better vision. Pointless. You turned back to face him, “There’s not—”

Suddenly, you couldn’t speak anymore. You couldn’t speak because Soonyoung’s lips were on yours. When you started paying attention to his actions, it was like he was made of fire, his touch igniting fireworks inside you. You felt, once again, sparks. An explosion of all possible feelings into one. He tasted like something new, but that didn’t actually feel unfamiliar. It was like re-discovering yourself and discovering him for the first time. 

Soonyoung used your intertwined hands to pull you closer to him. Once he decided you were close enough, he let go of your hand, only to hold your face. His palm was hot against your skin, and you melted into it. His other hand found its way to the low of your back, holding your body near. It was funny how you didn’t actually feel surprised, hands immediately resting on his chest as soon as he kissed you.

His movements were slow, delicate. He wasn’t hesitating, though. Soonyoung wasn’t a person that hesitated. Not with these things. Not with anything. But this wasn’t exactly how you’d think a first kiss would go for someone like him. You guessed you still had a lot to learn about the man who seemed to make your head spin. 

A bit after, he pulled away, but just enough so your lips weren’t touching. “Guess you missed it,” Soonyoung said with a giggle. 

You laughed, breath fanning against his face. “Maybe you should try to show me again.”

“How was your third date?” Krys asked while setting up her streaming equipment. 

You took a sip of your tea and giggled, “It was nice.”

Your heart started warming up just from remembering it. You and Soonyoung went to the drive-in movie you brought up when you first met. They were doing showings on movies that had do-overs. You wanted to watch ‘13 Going on 30’, but that would only play Saturday and Soonyoung had a private class that day. You ended up settling for ‘17 Again’ on Friday.

The youngest looked at you suspiciously, “Did you just giggle?”

“She does that a lot now,” Doki mentioned while pouring themselves some coffee.

“I don’t?” You huffed. You didn’t giggle. You weren’t a giggly person. 

Krys was fixing her mic when she finally looked at you, “Did you fuck?” 

Doki scoffed, “She’s literally giggling, what makes you think she fucked?” 

You rolled your eyes, “No, we didn’t fuck.” 

“You’re barely paying attention to the movie,” Soonyoung said while pressing a kiss by the side of your neck. You had your eyes closed, head resting back on his arm. You were sitting by the backseat of his car, which seemed to be particularly spacious.

“That’s because you’re annoying and won’t let me watch it,” you whispered. 

He laughed by your skin, goosebumps forming all over. “I’m hardly,” he placed a peck there, “doing anything,” and another.

“Don’t play saint, Soon,” you warned him, mind perhaps a bit too lost in the sensations.

You felt him shifting by your side. “What did you just call me?” Your eyes weren’t open, but you could hear his smile.

“Nothing,” you denied. 

“Did you call me Soon?” The hand that was by your thigh squeezed it a bit harder.

He kissed the corner of your mouth, while you kept your eyes shut. “No.”

Soonyoung laughed, “You’re so cute.”

“So when will you fuck him?” Krys asked, cleaning her keyboard. Her boba tea was somewhere by the floor, and you wondered how long it’d take for her to knock it over.

You sighed, “I don’t know?”

“How sad are you that you didn’t get to fuck? On a scale of one to ten?” Her feet were dangerously close to the drink. Ten minutes tops until it was all over the floor. “It needs to be at least a six, or it’s not worth it.”

Doki ignored the question, even though it wasn’t even directed towards them. “He is so nice to her.”

“I think you meant annoying.”

You tried not to sniffle. You tried really, really hard. Especially because you knew you’d never hear the end of it. But when Zac Efron finished reading the letter at the courthouse scene, it escaped you before you could barely process.

“Are you—”

“No.” You didn’t even let him finish. This would be a nightmare.

Soonyoung slightly sat up to look at you properly, and you hid your face in your hands. “Oh my—”

“Can you shut up?” You said with a whine.

His laugh filled up the car, and you felt your ears burning in embarrassment. “No, don’t cry, c’mere.” He pulled you close to his chest, arms circling your body and legs attached to yours.

You sniffled again and huffed in annoyance right after, “Shut up.”

You felt his lips by the top of your head, “Don’t cry, it’s ok. I’ll give you kisses, do you want kisses?”

“No.” You pulled back to look at him and, when he stared back, he had the cutest smile you had ever seen. The most irritating one, too.

Soonyoung pouted and leaned in, “C’mon, kisses?”

“Well, I think you should fuck,” Krys said. One movement and the tea would mess up the rug. “When are you seeing him again?”

You didn’t actually hear her question. You were too busy rolling your eyes at a text you had just received.

[6:28pm] Soonyoung: did i tell you you’re really cute today?

Date four took longer to come than you’d like. Between random texts and even some late night calls, spending a week without seeing Soonyoung seemed like an eternity. So now, when he was finally in front of you, a stupid grin across his lips, you wished that time stood still.

“How are you this red already?” You mentioned while taking a bite of your mozzarella stick. 

As being the winner on date three, you decided to take Soonyoung to a board-game bar. You kept the destination as a secret, little as possible being disclosed before you actually stopped by his place in a cab.

“What time should I pick you up?” He asked, voice hoarse in tiredness. He had just gotten home from a later class, hair still wet from showering. He decided to give you a call with the excuse he needed to know more about your date. Bullshit, he just missed hearing your voice.

“You’re not picking me up,” you stated, simply. “There will be alcohol involved, so you’re not driving.”

A giggle resonated through your ear, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

You shook your head despite the fact that he couldn’t actually see you, smiling foolishly. “Maybe.” You then remembered something he said on the first date about his tolerance being awfully low. “Just enough to get you to spill your darkest secrets.”

“I’m an open book,” Soonyoung said, chuckling through the line once again. Before you had the chance to respond, he spoke again. “So if I’m not picking you up, you need to give me the address then.” 

You weren’t easily fooled. “Not really.”

A huff passed his lips, “So how am I supposed to get there, genius?” There was something about the way Soonyoung never failed to use a teasing tone with you that made you wonder what that meant, if anything at all. You wondered if he was in the same frequency, using taunt as a way to show affection, almost as if it was an actual love language. 

“I’ll pick you up in a cab,” you stated, simply.

“You’re really not telling me?” He laughed again. Soonyoung felt like all he did whenever he talked to you was laugh. And the best type of laugh, for the record. Maybe that’s why he wanted to stay in touch all day long, finding stupid reasons to send you a text whenever he could. Maybe that’s why his heart skipped a beat whenever he saw your name across his phone. Maybe that’s why he found you so damn addictive. 

You mirrored his reaction, “Nope.” 

“Fine,” he said, accepting defeat. 

“Fine.”

After a couple of seconds, Soonyoung broke the silence. “I bet you looked really cute today.”

You sighed. You were glad he wasn’t next to you, otherwise he’d be able to see the way you looked when he said that. “Shut up.”

“I told you I have a very low tolerance.” His tone was soft, shy, even. You were discovering that the first stage of drunk Soonyoung meant quiet Soonyoung. His face was flustered and his voice got smaller. It looked like he had a hard time processing things as well, too invested in the way his mind was spinning. Usually, his thoughts moved at a faster pace. Even faster than the world around him. Now, it seemed like the tables have turned, and he could barely keep up.

The two of you had been there for some time now. Not too long, but enough to share two bottles of soju and play a couple of games. You won most of them. The conversation flowed absurdly easy, which was something you enjoyed very much about being with him.

You chuckled, “It’s fine. We can stop drinking.”

He shook his head vehemently, “No, I can still take a couple more.” He bit on one of the cheesy fries that rested by the side of the table.

“If you die on me, we’re not going on date five.” 

He felt like his body was on fire. Funny, Soonyoung felt like that the last time he saw you, too. And he wasn’t even drunk. “I won’t.” He couldn’t risk it, even though he was pretty sure you were just teasing. 

Soonyoung looked nice today, black hair pushed back once again. He had a tiger printed, long sleeved shirt and a back jacket on top. You remembered him mentioning he had somewhat an obsession with tigers. You found it almost cute, but didn’t really voice it out, opting on provoking him instead. The black, tight cut jeans made him look appetizing, especially with all the glimpses it gave you from his well toned thighs. 

The shirt was slightly tucked in by his front, a small leather belt adding up to his appearance. He also had a couple of metal chains hanging by his neck, but nothing too extravagant. They were thin, classic. You also took some time to notice how his earrings dangled whenever he moved back and forth while laughing. You had to admit, he looked good. Really good. And he looked exactly like himself. He looked fun, drawing just the right amount of attention, and like he could actually eat you whole.   

“Good, then.” 

Technically, Soonyoung didn’t lie. He didn’t actually die on you, but he was for sure slightly past his limit. You found out that the next stage of drunk Soonyoung was, much like his regular self, loud. But that wasn’t the most prominent feature. He was clingy. Real clingy. He moved to sit by your side of the booth, and it was like he was physically attached to you. While you tried to put the pieces from Monopoly on their place, he held your face and kissed your cheek multiple times.

“I’m trying to clean up, Soon.” You had given up on calling him for his full name already. It was long and Soon sounded oh so much better. Not particularly right, though. But still better. Easier. 

He giggled by your skin, “Ok.” His lips by your cheek, “I’m not,” again, “really,” and again, ”doing anything,” and again, “to stop you.” 

You sighed, amused at how needy he seemed to get under the influence of a couple of shots. How many, even? Adding up, he hadn’t even had two full bottles, while you had almost double and felt fine. Cute.

It took longer than expected to actually finish putting the game away, but you managed eventually, despite the fact that Soonyoung made it that much harder. “I think we should go,” you said, trying to detach him from you and hold back a laugh. It was no use. 

Soonyoung sighed and a pout formed on his lips, “Really?” 

You nodded, “You’re way past your level, and you have a private class to teach tomorrow morning. I should get you to bed.”

“Your bed?” He suggested. From the look on his face, you figured there was no intention behind that. At least, not for tonight. 

Thinking about it for a while, you could just get a cab, drop him off and go home. But you would probably just get worried unless you tucked him in. “My bed.” 

When you got home, you tried your best not to make too much noise. Soonyoung had managed to secure himself against your back, arms around your middle and lips never leaving your neck. You felt him giggle several times on the way between the building’s entrance and your room. 

“I’ll be right back,” you told the man once you finally managed to sit him by the edge of your bed.

“I’ll miss you,” he whined. “Don’t go.” 

You shook your head, heart growing at his words. “Stop being silly.”

Doki’s door was closed, which meant they were either sleeping or not home at all. You hoped they weren’t home, because you were pretty sure Soonyoung would probably wake them up at some point. The man had no control.

You were by the fridge getting some water when you heard footsteps coming your way. Soonyoung was unbelievable. You placed the cup at the counter and turned around, resting your back against the wooden surface and crossing your arms.

When he reached the room, Soonyoung looked at you as if he knew he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to. You swore you had never seen anything more endearing. “Hi,” he said, perhaps louder than he thought.

“I told you to stay there,” you whispered in fake annoyance. 

“No, you didn’t. You just said you’d be back.” Once he was acknowledged, he walked towards you, stopping close enough to be considered an invasion of your personal space. That seemed to be a concept Soonyoung had never heard about. “Besides, I missed you,” he said, caging you between his body and the counter. 

“Soon, let’s go to bed.” You tried to motion for him to move, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he started kissing your neck once again. You laughed faintly.

“Did I tell you how sexy you are?” He murmured against a particularly sensitive spot. You did your best to hold back a moan, but you were pretty sure he heard it.

He had to be kidding. “Baby, you’re drunk. C’mon.” 

Soonyoung applied a bit more pressure, teeth nibbling at your skin. The universe was really testing you today. “Just because I’m drunk I can’t tell you how fucking hot you are?” 

You gently took his face in your hands, using all of your self-control to not surrender to his ministrations. His hair was slightly down now, a couple of strands falling on his eyes. You brushed it off his face and he smiled. “We’re not doing this now.”  Your eyes were sweet. You weren’t shutting him down completely, you just thought this wasn’t the way to go today, as much as you’d like for him to fuck you up.

Even with all the alcohol running through his system, Soonyoung knew you were right. He wanted to do this properly. He wanted to do you properly. He was way too invested to waste the first time he gets to fuck you on being drunk and horny. He wanted to do it for hours, to make you moan his name like a goddamn mantra. Soonyoung just had to be patient. It just sucked that patience wasn’t exactly his forte.

He nodded softly, and you placed a gentle peck by his lips. “Let me just get some more water, and then we can go to bed.” Soonyoung stepped back, watching you move quietly across the floor. You offered him a glass, “Drink it.” He was in no position to refuse, the liquid almost calming down all the boiling in his blood. “More?” You asked once he was done.

The man shook his head, offering you a smile, and putting the glass inside the sink. “No.”

“Hmkay,” you said, taking a small bottle in one hand and Soonyoung in the other. 

When you were back in your room, you took your sleeping shirt and told him you were going to the toilet. He wondered why you didn’t get changed in front of him, but he guessed it was just not to fuel him up more. He mentally thanked you for it. 

Soonyoung removed his shirt and placed it by the end of the bed. He had no strength to properly fold it. Yeah, he was in no condition to have sex tonight. He thought of removing his jeans too, but he was scared you’d get uncomfortable. Something told him you wouldn’t, but he was too scared these were just drunk projections. 

He pulled out his phone and quickly texted Seungkwan to let him know he wasn’t going home. He couldn’t type properly, so he just hoped what he did manage to type was understandable enough. After he set up his alarm, he put the device on the small furniture placed by the side of your bed and let his eyes scan your room while he waited. The walls were all painted in traditional white, but he found it fitting. Your bed was big, you mentioned once that you valued a good night sleep, despite not getting one that often. There were two nightstands, one on each side. You also had a workspace set up, a relatively big desk and what seemed to be a comfortable chair. Before he could shift his attention to the art piece above your laptop, you opened the door. 

“Hi,” you said, shooting him a smile. Once you noticed he was still in his pants, you furrowed your brows. “You’ll sleep in jeans?” 

Soonyoung chewed the insides of his cheek, “Hm. Yeah. I wasn’t sure if—”

You giggled at how his face seemed to be even more red now, as if that was even possible. “Stop it. That’s really uncomfortable.” You took his shirt in his hand, folding it carefully. “Just sleep in your boxers, it’s fine.”

You tried not to stare. You really did. But Soonyoung’s body made your throat dry. He appeared to be a man made of contrasts. Especially now, while his face offered shyness and his body delivered pure sin. He noticed your gaze and instinctively tried to cover himself.  

“If I tell you you’re hot, will you try to fuck me again tonight?” You asked while folding his jeans.

Soonyoung let out an embarrassed laugh, “No.”

Once his clothes were all set by your chair, you moved towards him, placing yourself between his legs. You rested your hands by his shoulders and he looked up at you. “You’re really hot.” You leaned in, placing a small kiss by the corner of his lips, which were curving up slightly. His hands moved to the back of your thighs, massaging the skin gently. You then gave him a proper kiss. This time, he tasted like soju and craving. Too bad you wouldn’t be able to fully have it tonight. He kept his eyes shut and, when you pulled away, he whined. You caressed his hair gently, “Bed time.” 

You stepped towards the switch and waited until Soonyoung was comfortable against your sheets. “No, not that side. That side’s mine.” He giggled and moved further on the bed. 

Turning off the lights, you hummed in content as your head hit the pillow. The moonlight managed to find its way into your room through the not fully closed curtains. It allowed you to see Soonyoung’s body shifting, and his arm suddenly moving towards you, but almost immediately pulling back. 

“What are you doing?” You giggled. 

“Nothing,” he said, voice low. God, he wished he wasn’t drunk now. Why couldn’t he hold his liquor like the theoretically grown man he was? He felt like he was ruining everything with how fucking needy he was. And it wasn’t just the alcohol. It was you, too. Soonyoung’s heart was running, and it was running towards you. And he had no intentions of stopping it.

You touched his naked arm lightly and, despite being under the covers, he felt a shiver popping up his skin. You felt him tensing up, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Were you trying to cuddle me?”

Soonyoung sighed, “Yes. I’m sor—”

You leaned in and kissed his shoulder. “You can. I’d like that.”

And then he was all over you. You raised your head, so he could position his arm underneath. His legs tangled with yours, and he let out a breath in content. Once you were settled, you realized his chest felt like home. 

Soonyoung tapped your back, and you looked up at him. The way he smiled at you made the butterflies in your stomach dance all around. “Good night.”

You smiled too, even wider when he pressed a kiss at your forehead. “Night, Soon.”

You woke up to the sound of a phone buzzing. You tried to remember at what point you fell asleep, and when you realized you were still attached to Soonyoung, you furrowed your eyebrows. You hated falling asleep cuddling. 

You loved to cuddle, but just until those two final blinks before you’re actually sleeping. That was the sweet spot, the moment you go to your side of the bed and the person beside you goes to theirs. Apparently, that didn’t really happen. Fuck. 

Even worse, you realized you fell asleep laying on your left. That wasn’t your side. You couldn’t sleep like that. But, for you to face him, you had to. The realization made you tremble. Horrible.

Soonyoung shifted beside you, mind confused and not really understanding what was making the noise that had the audacity to wake him up. Especially when his head was almost pounding. 

“It’s your alarm,” you said, voice cracking. You cleared your throat in an attempt to adjust your vocal cords. “You have a class.”

The man let out an annoyed sigh, “Can you hand me my phone, please?” 

You barely opened your eyes, arms moving with ease towards the nightstand, but without moving too far away from Soonyoung. You handed him the minty device, and adjusted yourself close to him again. “What time is it’?”

“Almost eight.” Turning off the alarm, he checked a text from his student asking him to move the class to an hour later due to some family matters. Soonyoung thanked the gods for that. This meant he would be able to at least spend some time in bed with you before he had to go home and get ready. He locked his phone and placed it by the furniture next to him. 

“At what time is your class?” He felt so fucking good you wanted to stay there forever.

His fingers danced by your shoulder, and you hummed in appreciation. “It was at nine, but Changmin texted me moving it to ten.” 

“Good,” you said, pressing yourself closer to him. “Let’s sleep a bit more, then.” 

Soonyoung didn’t protest. The two of you didn’t actually sleep, rather settling for a small nap. He couldn’t be late, anyways. You didn’t want to risk it.

What woke you up the second time was Soonyoung’s incessant moving. He shifted once, twice, three times. “What’s wrong with you?” You grunted.

“Nothing.” His body moved again, this time it was the arm that you had as a pillow. You sighed and lifted your head while Soonyoung pulled the covers closer to him. 

You blinked a couple of times, eyes finally opening up and adjusting to the light. You tried to move closer to him again, but the closer you got, the more he tossed around. “Ok, what’s going on?”

Soonyoung was clearly uncomfortable. He shifted once more and let out a long groan. He repeated himself, “Nothing’s going on.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Then stop this and let me cuddle you?”

“It’s just—”

“Oh.” You saw it now. You definitely saw it. “Oh.”

He felt his cheeks burning up. As if last night hadn’t been messy enough, he did himself the favor of getting morning wood. You probably thought he was a freak. He covered his face with his hands, voice muffled, “I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to think that I’m horny all the time. Not that I’m not. I kinda am. It’s just. Urgh.“ Great. He was doing fucking great. He had to stop talking, or he was going to ruin it. “I’m sorry.” 

You giggled. He was so damn cute. You drifted closer, hands moving over his and making him look at you. “I can help,” you offered.

Soonyoung’s eyes went wide, “What?” He was doing his best not to rush into things, especially considering how he acted the night before. But the way you had just offered to get him off with doe eyes made it way too difficult.

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck. “Let me handle it.” You bit down on his skin and he let out a moan. 

“You really don’t have to,” he said, sounding as if the air was being sucked out of his lungs. 

You laughed and goosebumps formed across his chest and arms. “I want to.” Your hand moved to his cock, and he whined.

“Fuck.”

“You’ll have to be quiet, though,” you warned. “I’m not sure if we’re alone or not.”

Soonyoung nodded, chuckling lightly, “I’ll do my best.” 

“Good boy,” you said, straddling his lap. You leaned in, attaching his lips to yours. It felt desperate, as if the two of you waited for this for far too long. Soonyoung’s hands moved to your ass, squeezing it and earning himself a moan. 

You started grinding against him and he cursed. “I’ll probably cum embarrassingly fast.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” you said, with a laugh. You moved to his jaw, then to his neck, placing featherweight pecks and licking and nibbling at the skin. “We don’t have much time, anyway.”

Soonyoung was really trying to keep quiet, but this was all a bit too much. He wasn’t sure for how long he’d be able to hold it in. It didn’t really matter, anyway. He was sure he wasn’t going to last long, which was surprisingly unusual. It was all your fault, you were driving him fucking crazy. 

You made sure no part of him was left untouched. You placed kisses all over his chest, his navel, and his hipbone. Soonyoung was getting slightly impatient. “Baby, please.” 

You giggled, hand rubbing him over the black boxers. “Calm down.” 

“I’m dying here,” he said between chuckles. 

Your fingers hooked on the waistband of his underwear and he lifted his hips in response. Once the piece of clothing was thrown somewhere on the bed, you dragged your nails against his thigh and he hissed. 

“You’re such a fucking tease.” You looked up and smiled. Yeah, you’d be the death of him alright. 

When you finally took his cock in your hands, Soonyoung let out a small moan. “God, please.” 

You spit against your palm, fingers wrapping slightly tighter against his hard cock, pumping him slowly. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, wanting to focus solely on how good everything felt.

That wasn’t your plan, though. “Look at me,” you told him while leaning down, placing yourself comfortably between his legs.

Once you made sure he had his gaze on you, you stared back and gave his tip a small lick. “Are you serious?” He sounded desperate. Good.  

You held him by the base and decided it was enough teasing for today. You just really wanted to taste him. Once you actually wrapped your lips around his head, he lost it. “Shit, shit.” He had never seen anything prettier than the way you looked with his cock in your mouth. No one has never, ever, looked that good. 

Soonyoung wasn’t that big, perhaps slightly above average. That was good enough for you. Perfect, even. Especially as you were pretty sure his stroke game would be heavenly. He was a dancer, after all. But this was a thought for another day. Now, you wanted to focus on how good he felt inside your mouth. On the salty taste of his precum against your tongue. On the way his hand moved to wrap around your hair, pulling it just the right amount. 

You started bobbing your head, taking as much of him as you could. When the tip hit the back of your throat, Soonyoung’s hips buckled involuntarily, and you slightly choked, eyes watering. You didn’t pull back, though. “Fuck, sorry.” You squeezed his tight to reassure him. “It just feels so good. Your mouth feels so good, baby.” You felt your chest swell up in pride. 

You kept your movements for some time, Soonyoung dropping constant praises your way. When you swallowed him almost in full again, he whined louder than he should. You eyed him, mouth full, and he looked at you apologetically. “It’s just. Fuck.” He couldn’t think straight. 

You pulled back for a moment to catch your breath, hands still pumping him steadily. His grip on your hair didn’t allow you to move much further. “You’re so damn loud.”

Soonyoung let out an airy laugh, “Your fault.” Everything seemed to be your fault lately. From the way his heart was usually racing half of the day, to how much he giggled. 

Shooting him a wink, you went back into action, lips now focusing on his head while your fingers worked on his length. Soonyoung had much better stamina than that, but he felt his high approaching fast, thigh tensing up slightly. “I think I’m gonna cum soon.” He didn’t want to cross any limits, though. “Can I—”

Before he could finish, you pulled back just to respond. “Yeah, I wanna swallow it.” He wondered how he didn’t bust right then and there.

He closed his eyes for a brief second, as if that would do something to ground him. “You’re so fucking hot. Shit.”

Soonyoung didn’t last long after that. All it took was his tip hitting the back of your throat maybe two, three times, until you felt him releasing inside your mouth. You swallowed everything, like you said you would. You worked him through his high while he shamelessly moaned your name. If Doki heard that, you’d probably never hear the end of it. It was worth it, though. The way he sounded was like music to your ears. 

He pulled you away from his cock by your hair before you could actually overstimulate him. Pity. “Fuck,” Soonyoung said, head finally resting back against the pillow. 

You giggled and crawled up to his side. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you didn’t miss the chance to tease. “Well, that was fast.” 

He laughed, “I promise I can last longer than that. I can go on for hours, really. I was just caught—”

“It’s fine,” you said, chuckling while trying to calm down your breathing

Once he felt like he could move again, he put on his boxers and moved to lay on top of you, hands resting by the sides of your head. “I’m serious. Literal hours.” Your chest moved up and down in a laugh while he leaned in to place kisses by your neck. “When I’m finally fucking you, which, by the way, will be after our next date, I’ll prove it.” 

Your hands moved to the back of his head, pressing him further into you. “Okay,” you muttered.

“Make sure to put on your calendar,” he nibbled at the skin, and you groaned, “getting dicked down by Soonyoung next Saturday.” 

You giggled while he pulled back to look at you. “You’re absolutely ridiculous.”

“Thanks.” You were almost addicted to the way he smiled at you by now.

He leaned in again, but this time, to press his lips against yours. You kissed for some time, hands roaming with no specific direction. You would never get enough of him, it seemed. And you didn’t actually mind that. Especially as you had a feeling he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“I have to get out of bed, or I’ll get hard again,” he said while placing pecks by your jaw. “Hard and late.”

You sighed, “Okay.” Yeah, it would be almost impossible to stop if you kept going. Soonyoung didn’t move, though. He kissed your cheek. Your nose. Your temples. When his eyes locked on yours, something inside you turned. “You have to move,” you pointed out. 

Soonyoung rolled his eyes, “Fine.” He moved away from you, sitting up by the edge of the bed and stretching his back. You admired the way his muscles moved. 

He stayed like that for a bit, and you reached out to touch his waist, “You’re very, very hot.” 

His cheeks got warm at the sudden compliment. He also felt his dick twitch inside his pants. What were you doing to him? “So are you.” 

You didn’t respond, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence while Soonyoung got dressed. You were sprawled in your bed, not intending to get up anytime soon. You liked to enjoy your mornings there when you didn’t have to work, so you were going to do just that. Just not with the company you wanted. Your sleeping shirt was by your waist now, legs exposed into the dim morning sun.

While Soonyoung pulled his jeans up, he sighed at you in frustration. “Can you stop?” 

You got confused. “I’m not doing anything?”

“You just look so damn sexy like that,” he confessed. “It’s unbelievable that I can’t actually fuck you senseless right now.” You shook your head and laughed. “It’s not funny!”

You stared at him for a moment while he looked genuinely annoyed. You grabbed the covers, bringing it over your head, and turned to the opposite side. “Better?” You said from your fortress. 

Soonyoung huffed loud enough for you to hear, “No!” You felt the mattress moving below you, the blanket suddenly not covering you anymore and hands being placed on your waist. Soonyoung adjusted himself close to you, face pressed by the crook of your neck. “Because now you look so cute that I want to stay like this forever.”

He felt your back moving as you giggled. “You’re insane, Soonyoung.”

Eventually, he actually had to leave. Time was running, and he still had to go home before his class. You offered him breakfast or water or coffee, but he said he’d grab something on the way home. You kissed him goodbye and watched as the elevator door closed on him while he blew you another kiss. He had barely left, and you already had a tug on your chest from missing him. You were going crazy.

Once you went back inside, more specifically to the kitchen, you found Doki sitting by one of the stools with an amused smile across her lips. “Was that—”

“No.”

“Did you—”

“No!”

“I’m telling Krys.”

When Soonyoung came home that morning, he found Jihoon by the living room with a plate of food in hand. 

“Morning,” he said, voice evidently overly excited for someone who had just gotten home at 9am.

Jihoon sent him a nod. Once he realized Soonyoung hadn’t actually spent the night there, he questioned the man further. “Wait, where were you?” He offered his friend a cheeky gin. “Her house?” 

“Yes.” His voice was filled with pride. “And I got myself a morning suck.”

Jihoon frowned, “You’re disgusting.”

Soonyoung took a bottle of water from the kitchen and went back to sit with his friend for a moment. “Hoon?”

The man sighed, “What?”

He thought of how he felt when he woke up in the middle of the night and had you in his arms. Soonyoung had dated a fair share of women before. But the way his heart grew bigger when you hugged him tighter was something completely new. 

“I really like her.”

“Another round?” Soonyoung asked while kissing your neck.

You could barely breathe. He really wasn’t joking when he said he could go on for hours. “Are you serious?” He pressed himself on you, naked chest flushed against your breasts. “I just came for the fourth time. How are you still hard?”

He chuckled against your skin, “I told you. Hours.”

“Give me five minutes,” you begged. He hummed while biting on the spot right below your ear that made you moan.

Your legs were parted, but you barely had the energy to wrap it around his waist. It had been what, an hour and a half? You would be more than happy to call it a night, but Soonyoung clearly had other plans. 

“Are you sure no one’s home?” You asked while he pressed you against the entrance door. 

His fingers reached for the keys, turning it to ensure you’d have the much-needed privacy. “I made them go away, so we could have the place to ourselves.”

Soonyoung’s hands went straight to the sides of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss and humming in relief when he felt your tongue against his. You grabbed the belt loops on his dress pants and held him close to you. 

“I can’t believe I finally get to fuck you,” he whispered by your lips when you pulled away slightly in an attempt to catch your breath. “And for as long as I want.” 

He didn’t really know where to start. Soonyoung wanted to touch every single inch of your body. Your breasts, your ass, your waist, your hips. He wanted to make sure you knew how much he wanted you. He felt desperate, almost a bit too lost in his wish to please you. 

You seemed to match his thoughts though, because before he realized, your hands were rubbing his cock. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Your fingertips danced against his naked back while he continued his ministrations at the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna have to train you to keep up with me,” Soonyoung said with a laugh. This was a bad combo: you came too easily, and he had massive stamina. You knew he was going to make you pass out one day.

You sighed, “Really, Soonyoung. You’re a freak.” 

He lifted himself up, palms resting by the sides of your head. The smirk he had on his face made you wet. “Don’t worry, I’ve been told I’m a great teacher.”

When you came back home on Sunday, fairly early due to having a brunch scheduled, Krys and Doki were already sitting by the kitchen. You pushed the door open and the smell of french toast filled up your senses. 

“Morning,” you said, dropping your purse by the shelf in the entryway. 

Both of them looked at you with entertained smiles. “Where were you?” Doki asked while flipping the food in the pan.

You rolled your eyes, “You know where I was.” They laughed at your response.

You sat down by Krys’ side, and she offered you a mimosa. “Does this mean you finally fucked?”

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink. “Yes.”

She let out a yelp, grabbing your arm in excitement, “Oh my God! Was it good?”

“Can you shut up?” You said, covering your face with your hands.

Doki eyed you, “She’s asking a valid question, though.” 

The way Soonyoung slammed his hips against your ass was probably one of the best things you had ever felt. You were lying on your stomach, a pillow helping with raising your bottom slightly. One of his hands was by the low of your back to keep him steady. 

“Fuck, baby. That’s the best pussy I’ve ever had,” Soonyoung groaned while pulling out, only to push back in even deeper. 

You were almost dizzy at this point. You came for the second time not long ago, him managing to coax you into going at it again. He seemed to never get tired.  

You moaned, perhaps a bit too loud, when you felt him hitting a good spot. “God, Soonyoung. Feels so good.”

He leaned in, lips moving against your cheek, “You can barely keep it in from how tight you are.”

You rubbed your temples in distress, trying to hide the goosebumps that formed along your arms just from thinking about the previous night. Both of your friends kept staring at you, waiting for a response.

“Yeah.”

After Krys managed to steal a couple more details about your sex life, much to Doki’s dismay, the three of you ate comfortably. You loved their omelet, and you wished they’d make it every day.

“So when will I meet him?” Krys asked while taking a bite of her food.

You scoffed, “Hopefully not anytime soon.” You knew both of them enough to know that it would be a nightmare. Especially if alcohol was involved.

Doki laughed, “I have to admit, it would be chaotic.” 

“That’s not fair,” Krys whined. “I want to know the guy she’s in love with.”

“I’m not in love with him!” You weren’t. You really weren’t. “We went on five dates only.”

The rainbow haired woman did nothing but shoot you a glance, “Whatever you say, love.”

A part of you was excited to have Soonyoung around your friends. A different part was somewhat scared. You weren’t the one to introduce dates in gatherings unless you felt it could actually become something. You wondered what bringing him as your plus one to Krys’ birthday party meant. He was friends with Joshua, of course, that being the whole reason why the two of you met. But that was usually how he was introduced whenever he came around their place, which didn’t happen often. Whenever they met, it was usually at Jeonghan and Seokmin’s apartment. 

Now, things were different. Now, Joshua wasn’t the one to invite him. You were. You invited him to go to a friend’s birthday party with you. It seemed deeper. More meaningful. It was nothing big, though. Just a couple of yours and Krys’ closest friends. But still, it seemed like a considerable step. Especially as you were someone who valued their opinions, so you just wanted everything to go well.

Soonyoung decided he wasn’t going to drink as he had a very important meeting over one of his choreography projects the next morning, so he offered to pick you up. Doki went over earlier to help set up everything, so it was just the two of you arriving together.

You fixed his hair while waiting for Krys to open the door, and he leaned in to kiss your cheek in appreciation. 

“Hi!” Your friend said, while welcoming you in. She was wearing her favorite dress, a tiara complimenting her features and living up to the title of the most important person in the evening. 

Her actual birthday was a couple of days ago, but she decided to celebrate it later on due to her busy streaming schedules. The two of you hugged, and you introduced her to the man by your side. “Soonyoung, this is Krys. Krys, this is Soonyoung.” 

He smiled at her, “Happy birthday.” 

“Thank you!” Soonyoung took your hand in his and Krys raised her eyebrow at you, her attention going back to him right after. “So you’re the famous Soonyoung, huh? Heard a lot about you.”

His cheeks heated up in embarrassment, “Good things, I hope.” 

Krys thought of teasing you, but she figured you’d be quite nervous already. Perhaps after you had some alcohol through your system she’d give it a go. “Very good things.” Soonyoung smiled again, eyes squinting as his cheeks moved up. He squeezed your hand a bit tighter. “Both of you know your way around, make yourselves at home.”

You decided on a Malibu Coke, and handed Soonyoung a glass of soda. “Tonight’s your turn to take care of me,” you told him while taking a sip of your drink. 

He leaned in, hand by your waist, and placed a peck by the corner of your lips. “Gladly.”

Soonyoung was shy at first, standing faithfully by your side while you mingled around. He got more comfortable later on when he spotted some more familiar faces, those being Seokmin and Jeonghan. 

You left him alone with the two of them while you went searching for your friends. You found them by the fridge, Doki fixing Krys another drink. You were past tipsy at that point, losing count of how many cocktails you had taken. 

“He really doesn’t look like he can fuck for hours,” Krys said, back resting against the kitchen counter. 

You giggled, “Shut up.” Yeah, you were definitely drunk.

Doki finished the cocktail, handing it to the youngest. She took the glass in her hands, chugging down almost half of it. “I can give you some tips on how to last longer if you want. You’re kinda like an old hag.”

“He’s doing that already,” Doki chirped in. “The other day, they were in her room for literally two and a half hours. That’s a lot of time for her.”

You felt your ears burning up, much like the rest of your body. “Can you stop?” 

“He’s doing a good job, then.” Krys said while elbowing you. You shook your head, staring at your friends in disbelief. “For real, though. He seems nice. And he’s sexy. Good for you.”

Soonyoung was nice. And yes, very, very sexy. But there was so much more to him that made you want to be by his side that you wondered where your feelings stood at that point.

The party flew by, you consuming more Malibu Coke than you should. At some point, most of the people had left already. You were sitting by the couch while Soonyoung fed you and Doki and Joshua cleaned up. 

“You look like a baby,” Krys said while plopping down next to you.

You shot her a face and opened your mouth towards Soonyoung, who gave you the last bite of one of the sliders Joshua had made. “She’s my baby,” he said, while you chewed.

You giggled at him. If you were sober, you’d probably throw some comment on how annoying he was. Now, all you could think was how much you genuinely liked him. 

“Gross.” Your friend sighed, “Why does everyone have someone nice but me? Even Joshua.”

“That’s because it’s not your time yet,” Soonyoung said while wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin. “You just have to be patient, like I was.” When he smiled at you, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Okay, this is disgusting.” She stood up, a huff passing her lips. “I’m gonna go.”

“Bye,” you said, tone matching the gentle melody that was playing in the background. 

Soonyoung placed the plate by the center table, and you rested against his shoulder. “Tired?” He asked.

You shrugged, a chuckle passing your lips. “Maybe. Don’t really know.” 

“Drunk, aren’t we?” He said, patting your head.

“Drunk,” you confirmed. 

While Soonyoung was the quiet and, later on, clingy drunk, you were the giggly type. He lost count on how many times you had laughed at something he said. He didn’t really care that most of it was due to the amount of alcohol in your body. His chest still got bigger, and he still felt validated. 

“I can take you home if you want,” he offered. He didn’t really want to, perhaps a bit too entertained by this newfound side of you. It wasn’t that different from your usual behavior, just cuter. Softer, even.

You pouted at him, “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

He giggled, tone somewhat sad. “I can’t stay, the meeting tomorrow is kinda early.” Your pout got bigger. “Don’t make that face.” Soonyoung thought about it for a moment, “Maybe you can crash at my place? I’ll probably go to the meeting and get back before you’re up. Then we can have breakfast.” 

Seemed like a pretty good solution, he was happy about it. And from the look on your face, so were you.

When you woke up the next day, Soonyoung wasn’t there. When you took your phone from his nightstand, you were greeted by a couple of texts.

[8:27am] Soon: the meeting’s gonna take longer than i thought :/

[8:27am] Soon: kwan will prob make breakfast, though! 

[8:28am] Soon: so just head to the kitchen when you’re up :) 

[8:28am] Soon: be there as soon as i can <3

You sighed. That was about half an hour ago. You figured he wouldn’t be back for another hour from what he had said. You wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. And, when you heard your stomach growl, you figured you wouldn’t be able to wait for him for breakfast, either. So despite the nervousness in your chest, you got up, going to the common space after a quick stop in the bathroom.

You had briefly met Jihoon and Seungkwan the last time you stayed over. So when you appeared by the kitchen, they both greeted you with a smile. 

“Good morning,” the youngest said. Jihoon copied his words.

“Morning.” Your voice was low, and you wondered if they noticed how shy you were.

Seungkwan took a plate from the cabinet, placing it by the countertop. “Eggs?” 

You nodded, smiling gently. “That would be great.” 

Interacting with them proved to be fairly uncomplicated. Seungkwan shared some embarrassing stories on Soonyoung, so you’d have blackmail material when needed. Jihoon and you bonded over music, sharing some recommendations and playlists. They were fun, and you thought Soonyoung was a good match there. 

By the time you were almost done with your drink, which took quite a while, you heard the key turning by the door.  

“Hi,” Soonyoung said, placing his belongings on the table next to the doorway. “Oh, you’re up.” His face lit up when he saw you.

“She’s been up for a while, so I was just entertaining her with great stories,” Seungkwan said.

You laughed and Soonyoung sighed, “Fuck off, Kwan.” He turned to you, body placed behind your chair. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you said, looking up at him. 

He placed a kiss by your forehead and sat by your side. “What did he tell you?”

Things with Soonyoung moved at a steady pace. You kept seeing each other week after week, sometimes more than once. Being next to him felt too good not to do. 

Sometimes you wondered if it was too much, too fast. If you were in it alone. But you got some reassurance from the way he looked at you or held your hand. So you allowed yourself to surrender to the dark haired man that had the prettiest eyes you had ever seen.

Lately you were overthinking about something that happened a couple of weeks ago. Krys reached an important milestone on her channel, so everyone decided to come over for drinks to celebrate. 

You got stuck in the office for the third time that week. There were a lot of new launches coming up, which meant countless meetings and an extensive workload. So when you got to Krys’, Soonyoung was already buzzed. 

You sat by his side on the couch after greeting everyone, and he let out a loud laugh over something Joshua had said. Once he noticed your presence, a big smile formed on his face. “You’re here!” From the sound of his voice, you could tell he was already at the further stages of his drunk persona. 

“Hi, Soo.” Some time ago, you started calling him that. You were used to Soon, but it still didn’t feel totally right. The first time ‘Soo’ rolled out of your tongue, you decided that was what you were going to call him.

Soonyoung leaned in to give you a kiss almost immediately. Once he let you go, he turned to Joshua again, keeping a steady hand by your thigh. 

Krys was seated in front of you, and you shot her a glance. “What?” She asked in fake confusion.

You pointed at Soonyoung discreetly, “I know this is on you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She held back a laugh, moving from her spot to disappear into the kitchen. 

You placed a hand on Soonyoung’s shoulder in an attempt to get his attention. It worked. When he turned to you, he had a foolish grin and his cheeks were red. “Having fun?” You asked.

He nodded much like a child, “Very much.” He placed a peck by your cheek, “Missed you, though.” 

You brushed the hair out of his face, “Missed you too.” You offered him a gentle smile, “On a scale of one to ten?”

Whenever Soonyoung drank with you around, you eventually asked how drunk he was. Especially as he had the tolerance of a child. You weren’t trying to control him, you would never really do that. The thing was that, for as long as people offered, he would drink. He had a hard time saying no. So if he was at any number after seven, it meant it was time to slow down before it got worse. Mostly because he knew it’d be awful if he went over that point. So he gave you a pass to warn him once he was at his limit, almost as if to remind him of it. And if it was way too much, you could even cut off the shots. That was his own suggestion after he ended the night throwing up on your toilet after being too caught up in Krys’ drinking games. 

Soonyoung thought about it for a moment, “The truth?” You giggled, nodding. “Eight.” Damn, were you that late? Or did your friend just do you dirty?

You rubbed his cheek, “Hmkay. Maybe let’s drink some water?” He agreed. 

Before you could stand up to go get it, Krys showed up with another bottle of soju. “Another shot, Soonyoung?” She said, voice full of tease. 

You scoffed, “Are you trying to kill my boyfriend?” 

Her eyebrows moved up in a surprised look, “Oh, so he’s your boyfriend?”

Soonyoung never brought it up. You honestly wondered if he remembered or if he even heard it. The two of you had been together for about two months now. The topic of being in a relationship didn’t really come up, so you just left it at that. You didn’t know why, but ever since you accidentally referred to him as your boyfriend, you started to wonder if that’s what he wanted. As for your wishes, you didn’t have to think. Soonyoung was too engraved in your heart for you to be opposed to making things official.

It was Sunday. You and Soonyoung were in your room watching whatever movie he had chosen, but you weren't paying attention. His head was by your chest, arms wrapped around your middle while you patted his hair.

“Can I ask you something?” He said, pulling your eyes from the TV screen. He sounded serious. You looked down at him and nodded. “Do we have one butt or two butts?”

You let out a groan, “Are you fucking serious?” Soonyoung was insane. You often wondered how his mind worked, and you were never really able to come up with a response.

He laughed, placing a kiss by your collarbone. “It’s a genuine question!” Soonyoung just loved to rile you up. He enjoyed, perhaps a bit too much, the way you acted as if he was crazy. Maybe he was. But you were still around, so this could only mean you liked it. 

Besides, whenever he said something stupid, he often found you with this one look. It was a very specific one. Like you tried to keep a straight face, doing your best to suppress your lips from curving upwards, but didn’t really succeed because you liked him too much. 

“I can’t believe you,” you shook your head, holding back a giggle.

“Personally, I think it’s one butt and two butt cheeks.” He gave you a small bite, and you tried to push him away. 

Your eyes moved to the back of your head, “I’m breaking up with you.”

Soonyoung sat up slightly, a foolish grin on his face. “Oh, so we’re dating dating?” Heat started spreading through your body, and you felt your heart beating slightly faster. You couldn’t respond, so you just stared at him with nervous eyes. He moved to lay on top of you, “Great! Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?”

“Shut up,” you said, trying to look away from his gaze.

He giggled, “Am I your boyfriend?” Soonyoung leaned in again, lips by the side of your neck.

“No.”

“I am.” Soonyoung couldn’t hide his smile, it evidently showing while he kissed your skin.

You huffed, doing your best not to let the rush of excitement that was washing over you show. “You’re so annoying.”

It was one of those days. You felt like pure and complete shit. Work was awful, to say the least. There was a lot going on at the label, and you were beyond overloaded. One of your colleagues had quit, your supervisor dropping all of his assignments on your lap. The worst part was that none of it was your scope. You felt like you weren’t doing anything properly, like you would never do anything properly. You hated working with the feeling of not knowing what you were doing. It made you anxious and incapable.

You were, generally speaking, an insecure person. Sometimes it creeped up within you before you could actually realize it in order to stop it. And once it started, it was like a relentless spiral. It washed over you, and, when it did, you couldn’t separate things. It was something about work? Well, fuck it. Let’s just unload every single aspect about you and your life that might possibly make you feel insecure and mope around for days until you were able to put it all back in the bag you carried around with all of your trauma. Because why the fuck not. Why would you be an emotionally intelligent person and know that feeling bad over work doesn’t mean you need to feel the same about your friendships or your relationship or every other area in your life? The line there was too thin, too blurry. You could barely see it. 

Your insecurities usually danced around not feeling loved and not being enough. Around that disgusting sense of being irrelevant and unimportant. And you hated it. You hated how you projected it and how you couldn’t properly cope with it, closing yourself off until it went away. Doki and Krys were somewhat used to it, the first living with you for long enough to know that it passes, and the second being your friend for long enough to know you’d get over it. They did their best to comfort you whenever it happened, though, making your favorite foods and just being around to let you know that you were very much loved. Soonyoung, however, hadn’t experienced that part just yet. And that only added up to the fuel within your chest. You wondered if he’d leave at the first sign of trouble. Because, up until now, things were easy and fun and effortless. But, today, you couldn’t keep that up. You could barely process all the thoughts that ran through your mind, let alone be the enjoyable person you were with him. You didn’t feel comfortable enough in your own skin for that. 

Soonyoung texted you multiple times during the day as usual, you responding once to let him know you were busy, words drier than normal. He asked if everything was okay and, obviously, you lied. You trusted Soonyoung, so it wasn’t really about that. It was just that stupid little voice inside your head telling you that, at the slightest sign of vulnerability, he’d walk out. Because, well, why wouldn’t he? So you just swallowed it all in and told him that yes, you were fine. 

When you got home, you found a note from Doki that they were at a cooking class with Joshua and that they’d only get back the next day. At least that meant you’d be able to cry as loud as you wanted, for as long as you wanted. You dropped your belongings by the kitchen counter, not caring enough to take them to your bedroom. You thought of showering immediately, but you had no strength for that yet, deciding to rest by the living room for some time. You turned on the TV, putting on whatever Netflix had recommended, and laying in the comfortable couch. You curled up, legs by your chest and hands under the pillow, not focusing on anything besides the voices on the show.

Apparently, you had fallen asleep, because when you realized, you were being woken up by the sound of the intercom. You sighed in distress. You hadn’t invited anyone over and Doki theoretically had keys. Did they purchase anything that was supposed to be delivered? At this hour? New pans? You had no place to put anything else, every single cabinet filled with their work stuff. 

You got up, feet dragging against the wooden floor. “Yes?” The tone in your voice was clearly not the best.

“Baby?” Wait. Was that Soonyoung? When you didn’t respond, he called your name.

Another sigh escaped you, “What are you doing here?” You didn’t mean to sound so accusatory, cursing mentally as soon as the words were out.

You heard his laugh and your shoulders were slightly lighter. “I came to see you. Can you buzz me in, please?”

You pressed the button reluctantly and, not long after, Soonyoung was by your door, a gentle smile on his lips. “Hi,” his voice was as soft as he looked. His hair was down, slightly peeking out of his beanie. His legs were covered by some black sweats, just like his torso and he had a fluffy coat on top. This November in particular had been colder than usual.

When you stepped to the side, so he could walk in, he placed a kiss by your cheek. “What are you doing here?” You asked again, but in the right tone this time. 

Soonyoung removed his coat and beanie, putting them by the shelf, and closed the door behind him. “I’m kinda worried.” He took in your tired features, “You ok?” 

You nodded, a bit too scared to say too much and let something show. You weren’t particularly good at hiding your feelings. That was part of why you just closed off when you were like this. You didn’t want to discuss it, nor could you hide. So self-isolating seemed the next best thing. “I’m fine.”

He squinted his eyebrows at you, “No, you’re not.” Soonyoung wasn’t the best at reading people, so he was grateful that he found himself a transparent person. It would for sure save him the trouble. Perhaps that’s exactly why you two were such a good match. He pulled you close, fingers lacing by the low of your back. “What’s going on?” 

You felt your eyes threatening to burn, meaning that tears would come anytime soon. You sighed, “Don’t really want to talk about it.” 

His lips found your cheek again, gentle pecks being placed repetitively against your skin. “That’s ok. Maybe let’s take a shower?” He offered. “Should help you relax a bit,” he smiled at you fondly, and, for a second, it was almost as if you had no worries. When you nodded, he kissed you again, on the lips, this time. It was delicate, as if he was too scared to break you. “C’mon.”

Even though Soonyoung smelled like he had just come out of the shower, probably finishing a class not long ago, he still went in with you. He rubbed your shoulders, paying them extra attention, fingers gently massaging the stiff muscles. He cleaned your face, hands running against your jaw and your cheeks. He didn’t say much besides some commands like telling you to turn around, so he could wash your back, or telling you to close your eyes, so he could let some water run over them. His hands were kind, his touch soft. Once you were done, he wrapped you in your towel, rubbing your arms and smiling at you. He seemed so tender that, for an instant, you didn’t feel like he would run away from you if you shed a tear or two. You actually got the impression that he would just pull himself as close as possible, so he could hold you until it was all okay again.

It was probably a bit too early for you to be lying down, but you didn’t really care. Soonyoung made you food, settling for some simple instant noodles. It was a good change from the fancier and elaborate food Doki usually feeds you. Once you were done, he did the dishes and then placed you in bed. 

The TV was on as background noise once again. You were pressed against Soonyoung’s chest, his arm drawing random patterns by your back, legs intertwined. His other hand held yours, warmth irradiating in every possible way. You sighed heavily, and he looked down at you, “You sure you don’t wanna talk about it?” 

You blinked heavily, feeling tears pooling at your eyes once again, “It’s stupid.”

His finger held your chin to make your gaze meet his, “It’s not stupid. If it’s bothering you, it’s not stupid.” He kissed your forehead, “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” As if he could read your mind, the next words that left his lips filled you up with reassurance, “I just want you to know that I’m not going anywhere if you do.”

So you chose to believe him, instead of the damaging voice at the back of your head. You gave Soonyoung a bit of an overview, how sometimes, during bad days, something seemed to trigger every single insecurity you had developed throughout the years. How you felt replaceable and insignificant. How it didn’t matter where it started, it all ended up taking over everything. A small tear hit Soonyoung’s sweatshirt. “I sometimes just feel like no one actually loves me and—”

“Wait, what?” He stared at you. Damn, how you liked his eyes. 

You let out a breath, “It’s just—”

He pulled you closer to him, as if that was even possible. “You know I love you, right?” 

“W-what?” The two of you had never exchanged those words. Theoretically, he teased you often with an ‘I know you love me’ whenever he made you particularly annoyed. But that was pretty much it. You knew you loved him, figuring it out probably a couple of weeks ago when he fell asleep on you while you facetimed, but you haven’t found the way or the moment to voice it out for him yet. Maybe that was linked to how your insecurities were peaking up for the past couple of days. You were scared he didn’t really feel the same, even though he was giving you all the right signs. 

Soonyoung smiled brightly, “I love you. So much.” He wasn’t the smartest with feelings, he knew that. But there was a spark in his heart that popped from the first time he saw you that never really went away. Soonyoung often acted like a child - he felt something good, but didn’t really know what triggered it, so he pressed all the buttons in a desperate attempt to feel it again. But, when it came to this, it was fairly easy to understand what he needed: you. He understood it was love when he was drunk at Krys’ party, and you accidentally called him your boyfriend. The way his breathing got faster and his chest got instantly warmer made him realize he was in it, and deep. And it just seemed silly that you felt like no one loved you, when he was right there, ready to give you the world if you asked. But only after teasing you about it.

“I—”

“No, let me,” he said, interrupting you in the kindest way he could. You stopped talking, then, waiting for him to continue. “I know we all have our shit to deal with. And I know this is probably something you’ve been working for some time. And that it goes beyond me.” You nodded in agreement. “But whatever I can do to make you understand how amazing you are, I will. If I have to come here and take care of you every day just to show you how much I love you, I will. If I have to say it at every hour, so you start believing it, I will.”

You couldn’t quite explain what you were feeling. You just knew it was washing over you like the most powerful of waves. It was like he was slowly removing the bricks on the wall that kept you separated from everyone when you were having days like this. It was like everything he was saying was so genuine and so heartfelt that you had no choice but to take every single word as the ultimate truth. Especially as Soonyoung wasn’t a very good liar. 

Another tear escaped you and, this time, he wiped it with a gentle kiss. His hand moved to your face, fingers cupping your cheek. “I know I tease you all the time, and that you think I'm annoying,” he said, with a chuckle. “But I love you so, so much. I love how comfortable I am around you and how you make me laugh every time we’re together. How you’re so fucking sexy but also so smart. I love how you laugh at my jokes even though you don’t want to because you find them stupid. How you act like you don’t, but you always let me get all over you because you like it as much as I do. I love your eyes and your smile. God, your smile is so pretty. It literally makes me dizzy.” His thumb wiped away another tear, and he giggled, sounding slightly out of breath. “There’s just so much I love about you and I want to make sure you never forget it.” 

Soonyoung thought about it for a second before correcting himself. “No, wait. You can forget it sometimes. That’s ok,” he reassured you. “But don’t worry, I’ll always be here to remind you. As long as I’m here, you’re never not loved.” 

And then you were fully crying. Just sobbing against his chest while he held you close to him. He whispered praises and loving words by your hair while his hands rubbed your back in comfort. Now, it just seemed so silly that you had the audacity to think that he would do anything besides reassure and shower you with affection and the most selfless of loves. How dare you? 

You weren’t sure how long you cried. It didn’t really matter, anyway. Soonyoung’s grip around you never loosened. Once you were finally soothed, he gently dried your face with more kisses and pulled you back against his chest. While his fingers ran through your hair, he spoke again. “You, uh. You love me too, right?”

You giggled, sniffling from all the crying you had just done. When you looked up at him, eyes puffy and red, Soonyoung saw nothing but endearment. You moved the dark strands out of his face. “How could I not?”

“Baby?” Soonyoung called out from your bed. It was late, you should be there with him, not by your desk and working. 

“What?”

He whined, “Enough with that.” 

You laughed at his antics. “I just need to send a few more emails.”

“It’s literally eleven, you should’ve stopped working when you left the office.”

Soonyoung was a very work oriented person, and so were you. It was funny how the two of you were constantly nagging each other over it, and, at the same time, both quite easily crossing the line and being overworked. 

You were so focused on typing that you didn’t hear him shifting on the sheets and huffing in annoyance. When you realized, he was spinning your chair around, hands placed by its arms. “Baby.”

A sigh passed your lips, “I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

He leaned in, face close to yours. Before he could actually say anything, something by your laptop caught his eye. Soonyoung moved his head to the side to get a better look, “Wait, what’s that?” 

You turned around to know what he was talking about. “Oh. That.”

It was a frame that held a picture of the two of you. Soonyoung had a beanie on, black shirt and black jacket not that visible. He was scrunching his nose and your cheeks were glued to his, head slightly turned to the side and arms by his shoulders. 

“That,” he said, reaching out to hold it and properly inspect it.

“Krys got me the frame the other day and I decided to print the picture and put it here,” you explained. You didn’t really know why, but you felt somewhat shy over this. It was like placing pictures of the two of you around made things more real. Not like they weren’t, but it seemed like an important step.

Soonyoung had a smile on his face, “I like this picture.” 

You giggled, “Me too.” 

“You look cute,” he pointed out. After a couple more seconds staring at the yellow picture frame, he spoke again, “Damn, you actually love me.”

You shook your head in amusement, “Do not.” You almost scoffed.

He sighed, proudly. “You so love me.” 

“There was this one party at Shua's, God. That was a nightmare,” Soonyoung said with a laugh. 

Jihoon sighed, “Not this again.” He took a piece of chicken and started eating in silence.

The three of you were having dinner together, alongside Seungkwan. It wasn’t rare for you to come over with food, genuinely enjoying spending time with your boyfriend’s flatmates. 

“You know how Jeonghan is, right?” 

You knew this story, you had heard it countless times, all of them while Soonyoung was drunk. Still, if it was for his entertainment, you were fine with acting as if you didn’t know that Jeonghan tried to get into Jihoon’s pants once. Seungkwan eyed you in annoyance and you giggled. Their dynamic was always very amusing to you.

Soonyoung took a sip of his Coke, “It was supposed to be a dude’s night or something, I don’t remember that part. And Jihoon was alone at home, so I managed to convince him to come with me. Jeong—” 

“Jeonghan hit on me, said I probably had a big dick and then complained that I didn’t want to fuck him. The end.” Jihoon summarized taking another bite of his food.

A frown formed on Soonyoung’s face immediately, “Why did you ruin it?”

“I’m one hundred percent sure she heard this before, but it’s acting like she didn’t just to please you,” Seungkwan teased. 

You laughed, fingers dancing through the hair on Soonyoung’s nape, “Leave him alone.”

He pouted at you, “Did I tell you this before?” You couldn’t really contain your look. “Why didn’t you say so?” You found him very cute when he whined. 

The youngest huffed. Seungkwan wasn’t your closest friend, but he didn’t really need to be to state the obvious. “Because she loves you, idiot.”

Soonyoung was getting into his head. He knew that, he recognized the patterns. He had messed up more than one relationship over it. It was just that, sometimes, the little voice inside his head spoke louder and clearer than the reality. He felt uneasy, suspicious. He understood that there was no actual reason for that, but that didn’t really matter. 

There was so much going on in his life that he didn’t really have the time to stop and calm himself down, getting stuck between overwhelming feelings and self doubts. Work was hectic. He got a pretty big deal to choreograph for an upcoming group, but it wasn’t going as smoothly as he wished.

It was late. Pretty late. You heard the sound of your phone vibrating against your nightstand, and you groaned. Was Soonyoung drinking? No one else would call you at three in the morning. That was usually the reason why he called at this ungodly hour. 

“Hi,” you mumbled, voice hoarse in sleep.

A sigh echoed through your ear, “Did I wake you?” He stared at the clock on his dashboard. “Shit, of course I did. I’m sorry.”  

You rubbed your eyes in an attempt of being more alert. “It’s fine. Is everything ok?” He didn’t sound drunk. Weird. When he didn’t respond, you questioned him further. “Where are you?” 

“I’m just leaving the studio,” he confessed. He knew you’d nag.

“At this hour? Soo, it’s so late, you can’t do this.” 

He leaned back against the headrest, “I know.” Soonyoung chewed the insides of his cheek, “Can I come over?” 

Something was definitely wrong. “Uh. Yeah, sure.” He exhaled in relief. “Just call me when you’re here, and I’ll open up.” 

“Hmkay.”

It usually took him about twenty minutes by car from the studio to your place, but due to the late night lack of traffic, he got there sooner. When you opened the door, he hugged you immediately, arms wrapping around your waist. “Hi,” Soonyoung mumbled over your shoulder.

“Hi?” You were very confused at this point, tone a clear mix between sleepiness and concern. “What’s going on?” 

“Can we just go to bed?” He pulled back, the bags under his eyes very evident now. 

You removed his hair from his face, thumb gentle against his forehead. “I’m kinda worried.” 

He let out a sad chuckle, “Let’s just cuddle, I’ll tell you in a bit.” For some reason, whenever he was in your arms, he felt like nothing could ever go wrong. That was his favorite place.

Once the two of you got comfortable, Soonyoung’s head against your chest and your fingers rubbing circles against his back, you asked again. “What’s up?”

He gathered some courage first, silence filling up the room until he was ready to speak up. “I fucking suck.” 

You looked down on him, “I hope you’re not referring to dancing.” He sighed, eyes the saddest you had ever seen. “Hey, no. You do not suck.”

“Then why can’t I get on with this damn choreography? I sit there for hours. Hours, baby.” Soonyoung pressed his head further against you. “Nothing comes. They’re calling me almost every day to know when I’ll have something to present. I have nothing. I’m scared they’ll drop me and hire someone else.” 

This was a new side of Soonyoung. He was usually confident. Overly confident, even. So seeing him doubt himself like that made your heart ache. 

He let out another long breath. “I’m not used to feeling like this. This is the only thing I know I’m actually really, really good at,” he confessed. “But now I feel like in a goddamn rut where nothing makes sense. Every move I come up with looks so bad and unfitting.” 

You chose to wait until he was done speaking to respond. He kept going for some time, mind racing much like his heart. He rambled and groaned and, if you looked close enough, you’d see his glossy eyes under the moonlight. 

“You done?” You asked, gently, once he seemed to have calmed down a little. You kinda wanted to move a bit, so you could properly look at him, but you decided against it. You felt like he’d take more comfort in a hug than in your truthful stare. 

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“Things get tough sometimes, Soo. But that doesn’t mean you suck,” you reminded him. “I’ve seen you dance more than once. I’ve seen the things you come up with. The way you look when you’re doing it is probably one of my favorite things about you.” Your mind went back to the first time you saw him dancing, stopping by at the studio to drop off something he forgot at your place. It was mesmerizing. “You glow when you’re dancing. It’s like you’re a different person, like there’s this, I don’t know, aura around you. That’s your element. Nothing will ever be as breathtaking as that. At least for me.”

Your fingers went to his chin to make him look up at you, and you offered him a sincere smile. “I’m not saying this because I’m your girlfriend. I’m saying it because I know this is your path. You were born for this. And a small rut won’t change that.” You knew very little about dancing. Soonyoung shared some stuff with you and picked up a bit from working in the music industry, even if not in the front lines. But you weren’t an expert. “Change your perspective. Try to choreograph in a different place. Watch some videos. Talk to Chan, or Jun. Ask for help. That’s ok, that doesn’t make you weak or any less talented.”

He seemed to be considering your suggestions, eyes drifting on possibilities. “You can do this, Soo. You’re the most passionate person I’ve ever met. This is your thing. You got this.” 

Soonyoung pouted, and you giggled, leaning in to give him a small kiss. “I’ll always be your number one supporter, no matter what. I believe in you so much, and it hurts to see you like this.” You kissed his forehead now, his nose moving in a scrunch. “But it’s okay, I know it happens. And I’ll be here to take care of you when it does.”

He made some progress on the choreography, but nothing that significant. Chan helped him a lot, but he still felt somewhat stuck. His deadline was coming up, and he was genuinely panicking at this point. On top of that, Soonyoung kept going over stupid stuff, and he felt like he was slowly losing his mind.

The two of you were resting on the couch, your head by his lap while ran his fingers through your hair. Your phone buzzed by your stomach, and you unlocked it, tilting the screen slightly so Soonyoung wouldn’t see who the text was from or what it was about. He thought of questioning why you did that. Were you hiding something? Were you bored of him? In the end, he stayed silent, lost in the wave of insecurity that took over him.

Soonyoung knew he wasn’t the most pleasant person on the planet. He wasn’t Seokmin, who was someone so nice that it made him a natural crowd pleaser. He was well aware of the fact that, sometimes, when his friends called him annoying, they kinda meant it. He knew they loved him, but he also knew who he was. He wasn’t that bad, at least he didn't think so. He was just conscious he had quite a personality. He also messed up some relationships over it. This meant that, when he found you, someone who could actually keep up with him and all his craziness, he was a bit too scared to lose it.

The mind was tricky when you were worried. It made you paranoid. Overly aware. Made you overthink. So when his girlfriend did something as small as moving her phone outside his vision camp, it was inevitable that his mind went to weird places.

Theoretically, he had nothing to worry about. Soonyoung was pretty sure you were still very much in love with him. Still, his trust issues seemed to be eating him up alive, taking over every thought and every action. He just didn't know what to do with this feeling that someone was always acting behind his back. And every time he was consumed by it, he ended up doing something absurdly stupid.

Doki moved out from your shared apartment the previous week, them and Joshua taking one step further into their relationship and deciding to live together. You were slightly sad to see them leaving, having been your flatmate for a little over four years now. Still, you were happy Doki found someone who suited them so well. 

And it's not like you'd be in bad company, much on the contrary. Instead of you moving out or putting up an ad somewhere, Krys came to live with you. She had a lot of stuff, so you needed some help to move everything. Soonyoung and Seokmin covered that part. 

It had been a long day, Soonyoung getting tired out from carrying boxes and setting up furniture. He was sitting by your bed, hair wet and body smelling like your soap, while you went through your wardrobe, collecting something to wear. He showered before you as you were still busy helping Krys with some small details in her new bedroom. 

With some sweats in hand, you moved over to Soonyoung, stopping between his legs. “Be back soon,” you said, lips forming a smile. He nodded, not displaying any further reaction. You furrowed your brows at him, “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, don't worry.” He forced a smile.

You were not convinced, fingers moving to lift his chin, allowing you to stare into his eyes. “Sure?”

Another nod, “Sure.” You fixed his hair and he hummed at the touch. “Go shower, you kinda smell,” he said, laughing and putting more effort into making it look like everything was fine. 

“Hey!” You pinched his shoulder lightly. “You're supposed to be kind to me.” You kept staring at him. Something was off. “You sure you’re ok?”

He chuckled lowly, “I'm fine, promise.”

You placed a kiss by the top of his head, “Okay.” 

Soonyoung rested back on your bed as you walked out, fingers reaching for the remote on the nightstand. Your phone was there, too. 

No, he wouldn't do it. 

He shook his head in a desperate attempt to make the thought go away. Soonyoung went for one of his favorite movies, trying to distract himself as much as he could. Some time later, he heard the noise of a buzz coming from your nightstand. You just got a text.

No, he wouldn't do it.

Soonyoung bit his lip in distress. Maybe just a peek? That wouldn't hurt, would it? He just really needed to make sure you were both still on the same page. Did he even have time for that? He didn't know how long it had been since you went to shower, but figured it wouldn't take much for you to come back.

No, he wouldn't do it.

He let out a sigh, hands moving towards the piece of furniture, but going back to his lap right after. Soonyoung tapped his finger against his thigh. It was like his hand was itching and tingling and the only thing that could stop it was doing something he knew you'd probably get pissed about.

Okay, he did it. 

Soonyoung took the black device in his hands, eyes staring at the screen. He couldn't even blink. His heart was racing, and he felt like he was about to pass out. He placed the phone on his lap and rubbed his palms against his shorts, the sweat over them highlighting his anxious state. Once they were slightly dryer, he picked it up again and, in an impulsive movement, he pressed the side button.

Of course, how could he forget? It was passcode protected, and he realized he didn't know how to unlock it. He stared at your lockscreen for a bit, a picture of you and him that you took in the elevator of his building. This was probably for the best. Now he could just place the phone back where it was and beat himself up secretly for doing something so ridiculous. Before he could do that, you opened the door, making him look up from the object in front of him. Soonyoung froze in place, elbows by his thigh and your phone obviously by his grip. 

You looked at him in confusion, not saying anything for a couple of seconds. You blinked once, twice, trying to understand what he was doing. “Is that—"

“I'm sorry,” he said, immediately regretting his actions. “I didn't look. I mean, I’m an idiot, so I kinda tried to, but I don't know the passcode. So I didn't see anything. I don't know why I did this. It's just that. Uh. It vibrated. So I thought it might've been something important. So I picked it up. But I didn't read anything,” he rambled. 

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, closing the door behind you. “Why did you try to go through my phone?” Your tone was slightly angry. But definitely less than he thought it would be when he imagined your reaction if you caught him.

Soonyoung sighed, “Because I'm stupid.” He had no other explanation. “And because I’m scared,” he confessed, voice barely a whisper. 

You let out a breath, moving to sit facing him on the bed. Before you spoke, you took the remote and turned off the TV. “Scared of what, exactly?” His eyes were down, hands on his lap while he played with his fingers. He didn't respond, so you pushed further. “You’re gonna have to talk to me, Soonyoung.” You didn't sound harsh. It was more like you were really trying to understand what was going on, so you could talk about it and move past it.

He scratched the back of his neck, “You remember that day we were watching Tangled in the living room?” You nodded. “At some point, you, uh, you got a text.”

“Okay?” You weren't following. 

“You got a text and then you kinda. You kinda turned your screen away, so I wouldn't see it?” Soonyoung felt like his heart was about to come out of his chest, just not in a good way.

Your eyes went wide in disbelief, “Wait a minute. You think I’m cheating on you?”

“No!” His voice was slightly louder now, desperate to take that idea out of your head. You looked at him and, if he stared long enough, he’d see you were slightly hurt. There he went again, allowing his stupid issues to ruin what was probably one of the best things that had ever happened to him. “I-I don't know what I think.”

“You’re gonna have to figure it out and tell me. Because, honestly, it does not look good,” you said, truthfully.

“I know,” he whined. He took a couple of breaths in order to calm himself down. Soonyoung had a terrible habit of saying whatever came to his mind, but he couldn't do this now. Especially as he had no fucking clue what was even there. He had never been so confused. Still, he had to explain somehow. “I’m just scared to lose you.” That was probably the best way he could summarize it. 

“Soonyoung, I—”

“Look,” he said, interrupting you. “I sometimes have this feeling that someone is always hiding something from me. Like there's something going on behind my back and, when shit hits the fan, it will break me into a million pieces. So, I don't know, I get paranoid and try to not let it catch me by surprise.”

You pursed your lips, “This sounds a lot like you think I’m cheating on you. And like you don't trust me.”

Soonyoung shook his head vehemently, “It's not about you. It's about me.” He took your hand in his, palms once again slightly sweaty. When you didn’t pull away, he relaxed slightly. “I trust you so, so much. Maybe more than I have ever trusted anyone. But this… I can't really control it sometimes. I just kept thinking over and over again what could you possibly be texting that you had to turn your screen away. And it drove me crazy that I couldn't come up with anything.” He squeezed your hand as if he was trying to prove a point. “I know you would never do this to me. It's just hard to not listen to this little voice in the back of my mind telling me I’m not seeing something. Or that you might be tired of me because, well, I know how I am. I know people can get ti—”

“So that's what this is about? You think I’m gonna break up with you?”

“Not exactly.” He wondered why you kept trying to guess what he was thinking if every guess you took was wrong. “I just love you so much that the thought of losing you is literally driving me insane these days. And I know this isn't a good enough argument to do something as invasive as almost going through your phone. Especially as I probably would have done it if it wasn't for the passcode.” Soonyoung sighed. “I know this is pointless, because I know you love me. But this thing is a bit too hard to ignore sometimes.” 

The two of you sat in silence for some time and, after clearing his thoughts a bit, he spoke again. “I've fucked up with other people because of how I am. And I know we talked about it before, but there was this one girlfriend I had… It didn't last long. But she tried to change me.” You remembered him mentioning this in one of your first dates. “She tried to change me, and she just made me feel so bad about myself. She said I was too loud, too impulsive, too much all the time. And I felt trapped, because I like who I am. So, in the end, she broke up with me because she got tired.” He looked at you, an endeared smile across his face. “So when I met you, someone who can so easily accept me, who makes me feel comfortable and loved, I just don't want to risk it.”

You took some time to process his words. “What you did is not okay,” you said, and he nodded in agreement. “But I get it. Can I just ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You bit your lip, “Did anything else happen beside the text thing? Am I not showing you how much I actually love you?”

He shook his head in response, “No, it was just that.” You eyed him closely, trying to read past his gaze. “I promise. There's a lot going on lately, and I just haven't been able to manage my feelings well. When you call me annoying, I know you're joking. But lately it felt like it might be true. It was fueling everything up.”

You reached for his cheek, cupping it gently, “I’m sorry.”

“It's okay,” he said, leaning on your hand. “I know it's how we work.” Soonyoung smiled, thinking of the dynamic the two of you had built together. He wouldn't change it for the world. “I shouldn't overthink it.”

“Still, I don't want to do anything that makes you feel like that,” you mentioned. You brushed his hair out of his face, hands then moving down to lace your fingers together. “I love you so, so much. I had never been in a relationship that gets me this comfortable or shows me I’m this important. I love the way you make me feel, and I will not give up on that anytime soon. Okay?” Soonyoung nodded, eyes disappearing in a smile. “You'll just have to trust me when I say I actually can't live without you.”

You raised yourself out of the mattress to sit on Soonyoung’s lap, your gaze easily meeting his. His hands went immediately to your waist, while yours moved to the side of his neck. "I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay,” he said, voice calmer. “I love you, too.”

“Good,” you said, leaning in for a kiss. “There's one more thing,” you said, pulling back.

He opened his eyes, whining at the loss of contact. “What?”

"If anything like this happens again, promise you’ll talk to me before you decide to do something stupid like snoop through my phone?”

Soonyoung giggled in embarrassment, “Promise.” So you kissed him again, doing your best to let your actions reassure him as much as your words seemed to do. 

The two of you stayed like that for a while, settling down for a movie later on. Once the credits started rolling, Soonyoung whispered your name.

“What?”

He sighed, “Will you be mad if I ask you what the text was about?” Soonyoung wanted to let this go. He really did. And the talk the two of you had helped a lot. He just had this one last doubt he needed to get rid of.

“Babe,” you said, with a laugh. “It's about your Christmas gift. I sent it to Joshua’s place because you’ve been hanging around here a lot. I want it to be a surprise.” He felt so fucking stupid. “So he was just sending me pictures of it because it got delivered.”

Soonyoung blinked a couple of times. “God, I’m an idiot.”

You nodded against his chest. “Yes, you are.”

“I’m sorry again,” he said, placing a kiss at the top of your head. 

“It’s okay.”

“Baby?” He called you again, and you looked up at him. “Is the gift tiger related?”

“I just think it's funny how whenever I wanted to throw Christmas parties, Doki would groan and shut the idea out,” you said, while taking another sip of your blackberry mule. “And now, here we are.” 

You loved Christmas. It was your favorite holiday. You loved decorating, and you loved wrapping gifts, despite your poor manual skills. Doki couldn't care less. So you spent four years asking them to help you with setting up the tree, only to now have them hosting a Christmas dinner. It came with being in love, you guessed. You had compromised over quite some stuff for Soonyoung as well. 

You were all at Joshua’s for a dinner and some drinks. You were sitting between Soonyoung and Krys, while Jeonghan, Seokmin and Seungkwan were on the opposite side, leaving the hosts to sit by the ends of the table. Jihoon had a work thing, so he couldn't tag along, which made Jeonghan quite upset as, according to him, this time he would’ve managed to get himself some good dick. 

Doki rolled their eyes, while taking a bite of their rib. “Leave me alone.” Joshua looked at them with endearment in his eyes. 

Krys caught it, “You guys are gross.” 

“You're just bitter because you’re single,” her brother teased, giving her his tongue. Jeonghan raised an eyebrow and looked at his flatmate. 

“Anyway, who wants more soju?” She said, standing up with a sigh. 

Soonyoung started drinking later on, when you were already kinda buzzed. He took a couple of shots with Krys and, not long after, was singing whatever song on the karaoke while Seungkwan yelled at him that he was ruining everything. 

You were sitting by the couch with Doki, while Krys was lost somewhere in the kitchen with Seokmin. “When do you think she’ll stop being dense? He’s literally like a puppy around her.” 

Doki sighed, “I don't know.” They poured two more shots, watching the current subject return to the living room with her faithful companion by her side. “We need to be drunk for this.” 

“I kinda already am,” you giggled. You two clinked glasses and got the soju in.

“That's something I haven't seen in a while, you and Soonyoung drunk at the same time.” Krys said, plopping down beside you. The two of you had very different tolerances. When you were reaching your limit, that meant he was literally dead or about to pass out. When he was reaching his limit, that meant you were hardly tipsy. Meeting in the middle was almost an event.

You looked at your boyfriend, his voice echoing through the place while Seokmin joined him. “I think he missed it, that's why he didn't drink right when we got here.” There was something fun and exciting about being inebriated with him and, honestly speaking, you missed it too. 

As time passed, drinks flew in, countless empty bottles of soju placed by the center table. It was Jeonghan’s turn, and he was singing to Aquaman while everyone hyped him up. You were having a conversation with Joshua and Krys on something he was planning on giving to Doki for Christmas, when Soonyoung appeared by your side.

“Hi,” he said, face red. 

“When does it get delivered?” Krys asked. He had decided to send it over to your place, much like you did to Soonyoung’s gift. 

Soonyoung moved over the soft fabric, arms reaching for your neck. “When does what get delivered?” He asked, placing kisses by your cheek.

“Doki's gift,” you responded, giggling at his actions.

He furrowed his brows, “Didn't you just give them the stove?”

Joshua rolled his eyes, “It’s not a stove. It's a Lacanche Range. And yes, but that was for both of us, so I’m getting them something else.”

Soonyoung hummed in acknowledgment, not really interested in that at the moment. He got closer, legs moving to try to sit on your lap. 

The man shot him a face, “Can you please not try to have sex on my couch?”

Krys let out a laugh, “Can you even get it up? You're fucked already.”

If you were sober, you would probably hush for everyone to be quiet. But as the alcohol was pumping in, all you did was shake your head in amusement. 

“Yes, I didn't drink that much yet,” he confessed. Joshua looked disgusted. 

“In that case, Josh’s room is right there,” she teased. 

His eyes went wide, “You are absolutely not doing it in my room!”

Krys thought about it for a second, pointing down the hallway, “You can go for the bathroom, then.”

Ok, it was getting too much. Joshua looked like he was about to commit a crime or at least ban a few of you from his house. “Can you all shut up?” You said, doing your best to hold back a laugh. “Soo, baby, please sit down.”

He moved closer to you, lips in a smirk. “I’m trying to.”

“Urgh, you guys are absolutely nasty,” Joshua said, standing up and walking away.

Sometime later, you were by the kitchen pouring yourself some water. You needed to calm down a little, head spinning more than usual. You were placing the glass by the sink when you felt arms around your waist. 

“Missed you,” Soonyoung said, chin resting by your shoulder. 

You laughed, “I was gone for like three minutes.”

“That's too long.” He stepped back for a moment just so he could spin you around, palms then placed by the counter. Soonyoung gave you a tempting smile, “I have an idea.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him, knowing damn well that this would probably be something insane. “What?”

He moved closer, hips pressing against yours. “I kinda have to go to the bathroom.”

“You're not serious.” He did nothing but smirk at you, the usual fire behind his eyes now more present than ever. “We can't do that.”

He whined, “Why not?” 

You rested your hands by his chest, “All of our friends are here. We can't just go fuck in the bathroom.”

His shoulders moved in a shrug, “Why not?” He sounded like a broken record. “It's not like they don't know we have sex.” Soonyoung did have a good point. He moved his hips once again, the friction going straight to your core. A small moan passed your lips. “See? I think you kinda want it.”

You would probably never do this sober. Ever. Especially with the friends you had, they would never let you live through it. And once they realized where you were and what you were doing, the disturbance would be endless. But, just for tonight, you allowed yourself to be indulged by Soonyoung's adventurous nature. So you took his hand and allowed him to drag you towards the bathroom between giggles and kisses.

He had you seated by the sink counter, keeping himself between your legs while he bit on your neck. As you didn't really have to face the cold weather, you decided to put on a skirt, something you were very thankful for now. You adjusted yourself, “Wait, what if we break it?”

Soonyoung laughed against your skin, “Then we probably won't be able to come here for some time.” He licked on the spot right below your ear. “But it seems strong, don't worry.”

He was right. You just felt dizzy, and you weren't sure if it was on the booze or on how good Soonyoung felt. Your thoughts were clouded, but you didn’t really care. Your hands moved to his ass, pressing him closer against you. 

Your boyfriend let out a growl. “I won't last long today. I’m half hard already,” he confessed. Yeah, you could feel it. And, honestly, it wasn’t difficult to get Soonyoung in the mood. It was like he was always ready, waiting only for you to give him a sign.

“Thank God,” you mumbled in half a moan. He let out a chuckle. If it was up to him, the two of you would fuck every day, for at least four hours.

He raised your skirt up to your waist, the contact with the cold surface causing goosebumps to appear against your skin. "Take this off,” Soonyoung said, referring to your already damp underwear. 

You whined, “For what? Just push it to the side.” He was a bit unpractical sometimes. You went for his belt and, not long after, his jeans were by his knees. 

Soonyoung did as he was told, moving the lacy fabric out of the way. A teasing finger ran through your folds. “Pretty wet, aren’t we?” He pulled away, but before you could protest, your mouth got busy. His eyes were stuck in yours while you licked his fingers, tongue swirling against his digits. 

The way Soonyoung looked at you during sex was something you couldn’t get used to. It didn’t really matter how many times you saw it, it would always make you shiver. It was passionate, almost as if he needed you more than anything else in the world. And, sometimes, or always, you couldn’t really tell now, he really did.

His lips replaced his fingers, and you hummed against them. You loved kissing him. You had been doing that for months now and the thrill was still there. You still got the same damn sparks you got when you first kissed on your second date. You felt like that would never go away. 

Your hands moved down, reaching for him through his boxers. Your fingertips traced the outline of his cock, touch featherweight. He let out a moan and you swallowed it. “Don’t tease,” he mumbled. 

Soonyoung’s hands started roaming through your body while his lips were still attached to yours. He squeezed your hips, cupped your breasts, pinched your thighs. It was like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. Once he was back where you needed, he spread your juices, slowly pushing a finger in. You were too wet already for his actions to give you anything besides pleasure. 

You finally pulled his cock out, hand immediately wrapping around it. “How are you this hard already?” You asked with a giggle when pulling away to catch your breath for a moment.

“It’s because you’re so fucking hot I can’t help it.” You felt your cheeks heating up at his answer. Soonyoung had always made you feel good in more ways than one, praises escaping him in the easiest of tones. 

“Move faster,” you begged. While his middle finger was inside you, his thumb pressed on your clit. He knew exactly how you liked it. Sometimes you wondered if you were that easy to read, or if your sexual chemistry was just extraordinary right from the start despite the obvious difference in resistance. Your forehead rested against his shoulder, lips between your teeth in an attempt not to make too much noise. 

His cock felt warm against your palm, the tip red and wet with precum. Spitting a bit on your hand, you gripped his length once again, slightly tighter this time, and he moaned. “Fuck, so good, baby.” You started moving up and down, doing your best not to concentrate solemnly on Soonyoung’s finger.

That was not enough. You needed more. “Add another.” He would never deny that to you. His ring finger then joined his middle one, curling up almost instantly. Slick sounds were filling up the room. It was too easy to get riled up, especially when Soonyoung was that good. 

The position was a bit messy, arms tangled between your bodies while you reached for one another. Still, it was clearly working from all the pants and moans that escaped the two of you. 

Focusing on his tip, your wrist turned in quick motions. Soonyoung threw his head back, clearly lost in the sensations. “I never want this to end.”

You moved your head up to his neck, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. “I’m not edging you.” That was how he lasted for hours, through countless edging sessions. You didn’t have time for that, nor the patience. 

Soonyoung giggled, fingers moving even quicker. He applied some more pressure on your clit, and you whimpered. He took great pride in the way he could always make you moan. “So tight.”

You felt hot. It was like the room was on fire and your body was about to combust. When he hit a particularly good spot, you cursed. “Fuck.” Your head was spinning, and it was like being tipsy made everything more intense.

When Soonyoung felt you clench harder around him, he picked up the pace. “You’re close, right?” He knew it, he always knew it. But he liked to ask just to fuel his ego. 

You nodded, eyes closing shut. “Very close.” You were having a hard time keeping your movements up, especially when you were almost there. 

Soonyoung noticed, quickly reassuring you. “Let go of my cock for a second, it’s ok.” You didn’t protest, hands reaching for his shoulder in a desperate attempt to keep yourself grounded. You’d take care of him soon. His free hand went to your chin, fingers pressing on your jaw. “Look at me. I want you to look at me while you cum.”

You let out a cry, chest moving up and down rapidly. Just a bit more. “Shit, right there.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So good. Fuck. So, so good.” You couldn’t think straight. All you could think was of how amazing Soonyoung’s fingers felt. The way he eyed you made you feel bare. 

He leaned in, placing a quick peck by your lips. His thumb moved faster, the sensations making you moan louder than you probably should. If someone came by the door, they’d most likely hear you. At this point, you couldn’t care less. You were too close and this felt too good.

“Please, I’m so close, please.” 

Soonyoung liked when you begged. “You can cum, baby.” You squeezed around him, the sounds coming out of your pussy making your moans almost inaudible considering the music from the living room. He stared into your eyes and smiled. “Cum for me.”

With a couple more thrusts, you were done. Soonyoung’s grip never left your jaw, neither did the grin he had on his features. You cried his name in a moan while he helped you through your high. He wanted to engrave that image in his head forever, much like every single time he made you cum. He thought you looked the most beautiful then, face glowing as small droplets of sweat rolled down, expression stuck in pure bliss. He loved knowing he did that do you, loved knowing the effect he had on you.

You took some time to recover, head by the crook of his neck once he let go of your face. He rubbed your arms slowly, “You’re so sexy.”

Placing a kiss by his skin, you let out a laugh. “You’re so silly.” 

“I’m serious,” he said. “The sexiest woman I have ever met.”

You pulled back, taking his cock in your hands again. Soonyoung hissed at the contact. “Thanks, babe.”

“I won’t last long,” he repeated. His lips were trapped between his teeth, hair slightly stuck on his forehead. He was simply mesmerizing.

“Wait,” you said, lifting yourself up from the counter and adjusting your skirt. You got on your knees and looked up at him with a smile. “We can’t get cum anywhere or Doki will kill us.” 

Soonyoung laughed, head moving in a nod. “Smart.”

When your lips wrapped around his cock, head instantly bobbing up and down, he felt pure ecstasy. He loved everything about you, but the way you looked when you had his cock in your mouth was one of his favorites. One of your hands cupped his balls while the other one was placed by the base of his member, holding it still, so you could suck him off properly. 

His hand went to your hair, fingers tangling against your locks. Soonyoung couldn’t turn his eyes away from you. When you took him deeper, the tip hitting the back of your throat, he whined. “Feels so good.”

He started thrusting into your mouth slowly. Soonyoung had always known how to move his hips. You then rested your hands by his thighs, his grip on your hair tightening, understanding what you meant even though you didn’t voice it. You focused on breathing through your nose while he fucked your face, eyes slightly watering. 

A bit after, he pulled you away by your hair, “You’re gonna drive me insane.”

You smiled up at him, “Good.” He smiled back, watching as you stick your tongue out, so you could take him again. 

Much like he had predicted, Soonyoung didn’t last long. He thrust into your mouth a couple more times before you felt the taste of his cum against your tongue, swallowing every drop. Once his hips stopped moving, your lips focused on his tip while your palms twisted around his length. “Fuck,” he cursed at the overstimulation, pulling himself away from you not long after with a laugh.

He helped you stand up and wrapped his arms around your waist, “We should do this more often.”

You shook your head, lips curving upwards. “We shouldn’t. I’ll hear enough for the rest of our lives.”

The two of you fixed yourselves before going back out, washing your hands and adjusting your clothes. You used some cotton to clean your smudged make up while Soonyoung pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. 

He fixed your hair, hands then moving to cup your face. “I love you.” 

You giggled at his sudden words, “Love you, too.”

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time just to make sure your sex face wasn’t that apparent. It’s not like everyone didn’t know what you were doing, but you’d like to be at least presentable for all the comments you’d have to digest. 

When you and Soonyoung came walking through the hallway, his arm against your shoulder and yours by his waist, smiles very, very bright, Krys was the first to spot you. She let out a laugh, “How was the head, Soonyoung?” She had no shame. 

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, turning away to hide in Soonyoung’s chest while he hugged you, and you groaned. “It was great, thanks.” He had no shame, too. You could actually hear his smirk. You sometimes wondered how you managed to get yourself a boyfriend who was the male version of one of your best friends.

Doki looked at you in disgust, “You really fucked in my bathroom?” 

“Yes,” he stated, simply. You were still hiding. Doki and Krys would never leave you alone for this.

“I better not find cum anywhere,” they said, tone serious and a huff escaping their lips.

Soonyoung had a cheeky grin on his face, “You won’t.” He thought about it for a second, “She cleaned up good.”

“Soonyoung!”

It was Thursday, which meant you’d most likely see Soonyoung once you were done with work. On Fridays, you started later, and he had no morning classes, so you usually could sleep curled up together, either at his place or yours.

Not a lot had happened since Christmas. Soonyoung was still annoying. And he was still your boyfriend. The two of you spent New Years together with your friends in Tokyo. That was the first time you took an actual trip together.

You could hear fireworks already exploding in the background. You could hear them in your heart, too. Soonyoung’s arms were wrapped around your waist, while your fingers were laced by his nape.

You were always very comfortable around him, but when he looked at you like that, your breathing picked up the pace. Almost as if the surrounding air wasn’t enough. 

Ten.

“I can’t believe I found you,” he said, lips in your favorite smile.

Nine.

You giggled, “Me neither. I can’t believe the most annoying man on the planet made his way to me.”

Eight.

Soonyoung pinched your sides lightly, “Don’t say that.” His lips formed a pout.

Seven.

“I’m just kidding,” you said, a chuckle escaping you. “I’m glad you found me, too.” You stared at him for a moment, “Can I tell you something?”

Six.

He nodded, “Anything.”

Five.

“You make me feel like I’m really, really loved.” Sometimes you had a hard time vocalizing everything Soonyoung placed in your heart. But, if you thought enough about it, it all came down to four little letters put together.

Four.

The man lit up like a beam. “That’s because you are.”

Three.

You smiled back, “I know. I hope you know you are, too.” 

Two.

“I know.” 

One.

“I really love you.”

Zero.

“I really love you, too.”

Soonyoung earned himself a drawer at your place. He was getting tired of carrying his clothes around. He gave you a frame with a picture of the two of you, one from Christmas. That one was for your office. You also met his family, which was kind of an event.

“So you’re going to Namyangju this weekend?” Jihoon asked over a beer. The four of you were having dinner and catching up as you haven’t seen Soonyoung’s flatmates in about two weeks. That was considerably a long time. For some reason, your boyfriend was spending a lot more time in your place than his.

You nodded, “Yeah, on Saturday.”

Seungkwan smiled at you, “Nervous?” 

Soonyoung’s ears perked up, focusing on your response rather than on the fried chicken in front of him. You let out a breath, “A bit? I mean, it’s natural.” 

He smiled at you, “There’s nothing to be nervous about. They’ll love you.”

Jihoon agreed, “His parents are amazing. I bet you’ll come home with so much food packed.” 

“You know,” the youngest spoke up, “I’ve lived with him for three years, and you’re the first girlfriend I've seen him take home.” 

“And the first one we really like and hang out with,” Jihoon added.

Soonyoung’s cheeks blushed in embarrassment, “Shut up.” He had a couple relationships here and there. Most of them weren’t even serious, anyway. Perhaps two, three actual girlfriends, but none of them staying around long enough for him to have the wish of introducing them to the most important people in his life. 

He went on a lot of dates, but never really succeeding on finding someone that suited him, someone that kept up with his sense of humor, but that could also pull the reins when needed. Someone that he felt naturally comfortable around, that made him laugh and kept him on his toes. None of the girls he shared a first kiss with had given him the same feeling he got when his lips first touched yours. Sparks all over. And he still felt that way. 

You looked at him, a smile on your face. For some reason, the part about Soonyoung never introducing anyone else to his parents made you slightly more nervous. So much pressure on you. That kinda had to mean something, didn’t it? It was good, though. It made your heart tingly. “That’s cute.”

Soonyoung had texted you around lunch saying his latest class would finish up earlier than usual, telling you to stop by the school when you were done with work, so you could head home together. You told him you’d be there. 

It was six now. You were on the elevator heading up to Soonyoung’s studio. You loved the studio. You had been there before, being well familiar with how it looked like. Still, you liked to look around whenever you went back. There were big mirrors against one wall and a couple of ballet bars. The sides were made of exposed bricks, giving the room an industrial feel. 

Watching Soonyoung dance was always very exciting. There was something about the way he looked whenever he was in his element that made your heart beat in your ears. It was always something that had a big effect on you. Some specific moments, though, more than others. Like when he was practicing in a crop top, his abdomen slightly showing, and he looked at you through the mirror. That wasn’t the only nor the biggest reason why you liked to watch him dance, but it was for sure a good motivator for your visits. 

Since he mentioned the class would be over by this time, you stepped foot into the room without much thinking. Big mistake.

There were about eight, nine children, all scattered across the wooden floor. They seemed to be around four years old. Several parents were sitting by the benches placed against the wall. Did he lie about his class ending up earlier? Typical.

When you walked in, his eyes caught yours immediately, you freezing in your tracks. Soonyoung clapped and smiled, you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “Class, I want to introduce you to someone.”

Your eyes went wide. He would not do this. He wouldn’t dare. You mouthed him a ‘no’, but obviously, he didn’t listen. Your boyfriend pointed at you, and heads started turning your way. The children looked curious, the parents looked unamused. 

“That’s Mrs. Kwon.” Big commotion. You heard some ‘ohs’ and some random yelling. You were going to kill him. “Come here, baby,” he said, reaching his hand out to you. 

Soonyoung was fucking unbelievable. They were children, you had no choice but to play along, and he knew that. His lips were curved in a teasing smile, and you felt like throwing a punch. Once you were by his side, his arm went to your waist, keeping you close to him.

“She’s so pretty, Mr. Kwon,” a girl with piggy-tails and pink sweats told him. 

Your skin started burning again in embarrassment. You looked down at her, “Thank you, honey. You’re prettier, though.” She smiled at you and, suddenly, you weren’t that mad anymore.

A little boy stood up. He looked like Soonyoung when he was younger, the memory of his baby pictures still fresh. He offered you his small hand, “I’m Dohyun. I’m four and a half and I love to dance.” You remembered Soonyoung mentioning him before when he was talking about “his kids”. Apparently, they were very similar, and he said the kid had a future in dancing. He saw it already. Even though Soonyoung didn’t mention, you knew that this was his favorite student.

You giggled, squatting down to meet his eyes and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, Dohyun.”

“Are you married?” Another girl asked this time. She was sitting down and wearing a ballerina skirt. 

You shook your head, lips forming a gentle smile. “No, we’re not.”

“Yet,” Soonyoung added while you stood up. 

Before you could say anything else, she spoke again. “Kiss her, Mr. Kwon!”

“I don’t think—”

“Okay.” And then you felt his mouth on yours. It was short and sweet and loving. 

The kids started cheering, and you heard some adults laughing in the back. He pulled back soon enough and smiled at you, cheeks slightly painted in red. 

“Can she dance?” Dohyun asked. 

Soonyoung nodded, “Mrs. Kwon is actually a pretty good dancer. I bet if you ask nicely she can give a little show.” Your sneaky wrapped your arm around his middle and pinched his waist. He showed no reaction.

You pursed your lips, “You know what, kids? I kinda hurt my feet at work.” They whined. “So I can’t really dance today. But I’ll come back again and take Mr. Kwon’s class with you, ok?” You offered them a smile.

They seemed pretty happy at the response, hands thrown in the air and voices loud in tiny screams. You took advantage of the diversion to lean in close to Soonyoung’s ear. “I’ll kill you when we’re home.”

He shot you a smile, “Love you, too.”

Once things were calmer again, you told the children you’d let their teacher finish the class and that you’d see them soon. Dohyun offered you another handshake. Yeah, he seemed to have a lot in common with your boyfriend. 

You sat beside one of the moms, who gave you a kind smile and went back into focusing on her daughter. Your attention went to Soonyoung. The way his arms moved and how his voice got softer while speaking to the kids. He had a glow in his eyes that was not unfamiliar to you. That was the way he looked at you before whispering an ‘I love you’.

Soonyoung was spending a lot of time in the studio lately. He had taken on new choreography classes and two or three private classes besides his usual workload. He still made sure to take some time to see you, though. Even if he was busy, even if he, theoretically, had no time, he still came to you. 

Yet, there was something you were overthinking. One of his new private students, Areum, made you feel insecure for some reason. He had shown you some videos of them dancing together, his intention being nothing but share his passion with you. Still, your eyes lingered on her longer than they should. She was beautiful, like her name indicated, and around his age. Tall, slim, long, blonde hair framing her delicate features perfectly. She was good, too. She seemed to move effortlessly around Soonyoung. 

He didn’t talk about her. He did talk about his classes, but not about her. He didn’t call her beautiful. He didn’t say she was funny. He didn’t say they had a lot in common. None of that. Still, you thought about it. You thought about Soonyoung leaving you for her. Someone prettier, more fitting for him. You cried about it, too. Late at night, on the days he wasn’t sleeping beside you. When you looked into the mirror, you wished you saw someone like her. Not someone like you. 

You did your best not to let it show. There was no reason for you to feel like that. You knew Soonyoung loved you. He made sure you were certain of that. And you knew you were doing nothing more than projecting your thoughts into him, going to therapy for long enough to recognize your behavioral patterns. Still, it seemed like you couldn’t abandon the thoughts. You tried, you really did. But there was this little voice there, whenever you knew he was at the studio with her, that made sure to repeat that he was about to fall out of love with you and in love with her at any second. 

It was Saturday, Soonyoung coming over after another class with Areum in the afternoon. Surprisingly enough, he enjoyed domestic dates quite a lot. The two of you still went out sometimes. You went to movies, bars, bowling. But he liked the most when he could curl up against you in a bed, feeling your head resting against his chest. Especially now, considering the cold weather. He was sure you noticed how his heart beat faster when he was by your side. 

He went straight to the bathroom for a quick shower, giving your lips a small peck before making his way through the apartment that felt like home to him. When he came back, wearing nothing but gray sweats, he caught you staring at the mirror by your door. You had a frown on your face. He had seen this before. “Whatcha doing?”

You shook your head, “Nothing.” You looked like a child that got caught doing something they’re not supposed to.

He closed the door behind him and moved towards you, arms resting by your waist and head nestled against your shoulder. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me.” 

You laughed, trying to make the conversation lighter. “What does it look like to you?”

“Like you’re bothered about something.” He looked at you through the reflection, tone gentle. “More specifically, about how you look.” 

Ever since you started dating Soonyoung, being insecure about your appearance became less frequent. He had this gift of making you feel desired and sexy and beautiful without even trying. It was like he couldn’t go a day without reminding you that, for him, there was no one that would ever compare to you. But, still, you were only human. You had tough days, too.

You bit the insides of your cheek, “Do you think Areum is pretty?”

Soonyoung furrowed his brows, “What?” 

You got scared to repeat it, almost realizing how stupid of a questioning it was as soon as it passed your lips. So you decided to apologize instead. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re feeling down over Areum?” He whispered by your ear. 

You sighed, “I don’t know.” You closed your eyes in distress, “I just think she’s really pretty, and I don’t look anything like her. And. Urgh. Nevermind.”

He pulled you even closer to him, “No. Don’t do that. You can tell me.”

“I’m just, I don’t know, scared you’ll realize she’s better looking and has probably a lot more common with you and break up with me and start dating her,” you confessed, voice low. 

Soonyoung let out a breath, “Can you open your eyes for a second?” When you did, you were greeted by the warm smile that he had on. “What do you see?”

“Us?” You tried. 

He laughed softly, “Yes. But I mean, what do you see when you look at you?”

You licked your lips, “Today’s not a good day to ask me that.”

“Okay,” Soonyoung said. “Then you wanna know what I see?”

“Are you about to be cheesy?”

He smiled, eyes shaped in crescents. “Absolutely yes.” You let out another small laugh. When you didn’t respond, he kept on speaking. “I see the most beautiful woman that has ever laid foot on this planet.” 

You shook your head, “Can you not say that?”

“It’s the truth, though.” Soonyoung’s grip got tighter. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” You pouted and he continued. “There’s so much I love about you and so many things that are just, I don’t know, breathtaking. I can go on for hours about it.” 

“You don’t have t—”

“I love your body. Every single bit of it. Your arms, your waist, your hands, your tummy, your breasts.” His voice was soft, delicate. But still firm, as if he was leaving no space for any questioning. “I love your thighs. Fuck, I really love them. And your ass. You have the best ass.” You couldn’t hold back a giggle. “I love your eyes, too. And your nose. And the way you scrunch it when I kiss it. But you know what’s one of my favorite things?” 

You stared at him, “What?”

“Your smile,” he said, kissing your cheek. “You have the most amazing smile and every time I see it I get dizzy and my heart feels funny and warm. I’ve loved it ever since I first saw it.”

You felt tears starting to form by the corner of your eye and Soonyoung looked at you fondly. “I don’t care about how Areum looks. I don’t care about Areum at all.” Honestly, you knew he didn’t. “I don’t care about anyone else but you. You’re everything I need. If I say you’re the most amazing, beautiful, sexy woman I have ever seen, then you are.”

He gently turned you around, hands now moving to cup your face. He held you like you were the most precious of objects, like the smallest of touches would be enough to break you. “You are so, so beautiful. And I wish you could see what I see because, if you did, you would never, ever doubt it.”

You let out a breath, lips faintly forming a smile. “Thank you.”

“I won’t ever get tired from looking at you because I think you’re fascinating.” Soonyoung leaned in, placing a small peck by your lips. “I love you and I don’t want to see you compare yourself to others. Because, in my heart, there’s no competition. It’s you, you’re it. And that’s all that matters.” 

“Even if Areum is prettier than me?” You sounded unsure. As if you didn’t have every single reason to believe him.

“She’s not prettier than you.” Your lips formed a pout again. “Baby, she’s not.”

You sighed, “Okay.” You wanted to believe him. Maybe you’d start soon. You felt calmer, though. At least for a little. Soonyoung noticed and seemed to relax slightly, too.

“If I have to tell you that every day, I will.” He smiled down at you, “If I have to tell you over,” Soonyoung leaned in, gently kissing your lips, “and over,” another kiss, “and over,” another, “and over again, I will.” 

You brushed the hair out of his face, “Okay.” You sounded better than the previous time. Soonyoung had always made you feel special. That would be enough.

A teasing smile formed by his lips. “I can show you, too.”

“Are you really offering to fuck me while I’m recovering from a breakdown?” You laughed, shaking your head.

Soonyoung nodded, “It’s called sex therapy.”

“I have something for you,” you told Soonyoung while the two of you settled in the hotel bed. It was the weekend for Valentine’s Day. Theoretically, it was past midnight, so it was the fourteenth already. 

You once told him you had never been skiing. It was on one of your first dates. You still haven’t tried it, so he decided to take you to a ski resort for Valentine’s. Both of you kinda sucked at it, but you still had fun. You were still sore from both the skiing and your further activities, body begging for some sleep.

“Oh? Is it you?” He asked with a smile.

You laughed, “No, stupid.” Soonyoung pouted, looking up at you. He was sitting by the mattress while you moved to grab his gift by your suitcase. “Two things, actually.”

You sat by his side, handing him a small box of chocolate first. He giggled, “Following the Korean tradition, I see.” 

“Yes, so I expect you to give me chocolate on White Day as well,” you said, a laugh passing your lips. 

He kissed your cheek, “You got it.” 

Soonyoung looked at you and waited until you looked at him, too. “What?”

“Does this mean you’re asking me to be your valentine?” 

Your eyes went to the back of your head, “Soonyoung, we’ve been dating for about five months. And I think you’ve been my valentine pretty much since the day we met.” 

A smile showed up on his face. One of your favorite things about when he smiled was the way his eyes almost disappeared. He looked particularly adorable like that. “You’re not asking, but the answer is yes, I’ll be your valentine.” You rolled your eyes again. Soonyoung stared at your hands and saw another package in them. “What about that one?”

“Can you please be patient?” You said, with a huff.

He shook his head, “Not really, no.” The way he obviously took pride in that was almost unbearable. He was lucky you loved him.

You placed the gift in his hands, lips curving in a smile, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He immediately reached for the insides of the bag, hands pulling back the tiger-print scarf you chose as a present. “Is this—”

Your head moved in a nod, “Yeah. I know you’ve been wanting this one for a while.”

He squinted his eyes at you, “Is this why you didn’t let me buy it that day when they were having the sale?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “I bought it like the day before. You would’ve ruined everything.” It wasn’t a cheap scarf. Yves Saint Laurent wasn’t a cheap brand. Soonyoung had been checking the piece for some time now, almost purchasing it when he saw the 40% discount on the website a couple of weeks ago. You bugged him not to do it, saying that it would not match his clothes, that spring was right around the corner, so there was no need for another scarf at that point, that he had a similar one already. He seemed convinced, because he dropped the laptop and went to rest his head on your lap.

He pouted, “Why did you spend so much money on this, though?” 

You stood up, positioning yourself between his legs. You took the soft fabric from his hands, putting it carefully around his neck. “You can just say thank you and that I’m the best girlfriend ever.” 

Soonyoung looked up at you, adoration very clear in his eyes. “I love it, thank you.”

You fixed the scarf a little and, once you were satisfied, you leaned in, placing a kiss by his lips. “You’re welcome.”

“Wait, I wanna see how it looks.” Soonyoung stood up, feet quickly moving against the bedroom floor and leading him towards the bathroom. “Damn, I look so good,” he said, voice laced with confidence.

You giggled, “You do.”

“I totally get why you love me. I mean, how could you not?” When you didn’t respond, he kept speaking, still from the other room. “I give you great sex, I look hot, and I’m super nice. You’re so lucky.” Theoretically, he wasn’t lying. But when you saw him by the doorway, body resting against it, you still gave him a look. He had a smirk on his features now, “Does this mean you’re accepting my tiger agenda?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fuck, Soonyoung,” you said, breathing erratic. Your nails were digging through his lower back, and you were pretty sure he’d have marks in a couple of hours. He didn’t mind, though. He liked it, actually. It made him feel yours. 

His arms were by the sides of your head, palms against the mattress to keep himself up. The muscles on his back were tensed up, making him look even more enticing. His hair was slightly stuck to his forehead, droplets of sweats making him glow. Soonyoung was hypnotizing. “I think I’m gonna cum this time.”

You let out a moan when he hit just the right spot. “Finally.” He had edged himself about three times now. Or was it four? You didn’t even know. Whenever he was close and thought it was too early - and anything below two hours was considered too early in his dictionary - he edged and moved on to something else. This meant you ended up cumming multiple times, because whenever he was trying to calm himself down, he was all over you. 

Sometimes, he ate you out until your legs were shaking. He kissed you, fingers buried deep inside you. He sucked on your breasts, teasingly biting down on your nipples. He denied you a couple of orgasms, too. That was, according to him, a way to train you to keep up with him and his unrealistic stamina. That’s why you were always dead tired after having sex with Soonyoung. 

He let out a laugh, “Four times is enough for today.” Oh, so it was four. “This pussy is too good, can’t hold out anymore.”

The way Soonyoung moved his hips never failed to make your head spin. He usually started off rougher, needier. But when he decided he’d cum, he ironically slowed things down. His thrusts got deeper, but never sloppier. Maybe just a little when he was in his final ones. You had never been fucked like this and, honestly, you didn’t know how he managed.

“How many times did you cum today?” He asked, bottoming out, and staying like that while he stared at you. His lip was trapped between his teeth and his gaze would be enough to put you on a trance. 

You wrapped your legs around his body, “No fucking idea.” You scratched his skin lightly, “But if you’re a good boyfriend, you’ll keep moving and make me cum again.”

He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. “Can you take it?” 

“Yeah,” you said, nodding your head. “Please.”

Soonyoung moved closer, forearms now being the ones holding his weight. His chest was pressed against yours. It felt hot, like the slightest touch of his skin was enough to start a fire at the pit of your stomach. “You deserve it, don’t you? You lasted so long today. Such a good girl.” His lips then found your neck. “No work tomorrow, right?” You confirmed with a low hum. “Great.” He sucked on the skin hard enough to leave purple constellations all over. 

“Can you please move?” You begged. You were way too sensitive now, but knowing he was about to cum made you want to push yourself a bit more. For him. 

He laughed, breath fanning against your skin and awakening goosebumps all over. You felt his tongue licking its way down, lips by your chest now. “You taste so good.” Once he was satisfied by all the work he did there, placing some more marks, he pulled back, eyes on yours once again. 

Soonyoung offered you a smile and started to finally move. The noises that filled the room were so damn dirty you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t alone. Your hands danced around his back, moans escaping you every time his hips came in contact with yours. He moved like ocean waves. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, lips finding yours. He wasn’t exactly kissing you, just trying to swallow your whimpers instead. “You keep pushing me out.”

“It’s because it feels too good.”

Soonyoung chuckled smugly. He knew he was good, but the confirmation he got whenever you said it took him over the moon. He picked up the pace and felt you clench around him. “Looks like someone’s getting close.”

You nodded, swallowing dry. “Please, I need you to make me cum again.” When you were this sensitive, you didn’t even need any extra stimulation. Soonyoung inside you and hitting all the right places every single time was more than enough. 

“I will.” He pulled back, resting on his palms once again, so he could move more freely. You closed your eyes, mind too caught up in all the sensations that were washing over you. “You look so pretty like that.” A laugh passed your lips, and Soonyoung wondered how he could feel something so warm in the middle of such a filthy scenario. 

He kept thrusting into you, and you were oh so close to seeing stars. Your thoughts were clouded and the only thing on your brain was Soonyoung. He was inside you in every possible way. “Baby, I’m so close.”

You squeezed around him once again, and he groaned in response. “I’ll never get enough of you.” 

You whined as he pulled out, only to slam back in slightly harder every time. Your body moved up and down from his ministrations, breasts bouncing in front of his eyes. You were fucking addictive, he thought. 

“Right there, shit.” You were almost there. You could feel it, and Soonyoung could, too, from how tight you were. 

“Are you gonna cum for me again? Cum all over my cock?” His voice was barely a whisper, almost getting lost between the moans you were letting and the slick noises that came from your body.

You nodded vehemently, “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

Soonyoung laughed, very satisfied with the reaction he was getting from you. He picked up the pace, but still making sure he wasn’t as rough as he was earlier on, well aware of the fact that you were tired by now. “Let go,” he said, gently. “I got you.” 

He snapped his hips a couple more times, and you felt your high wash over you. Your legs were shaking against him, lips parted as his name escaped you over and over again. He didn’t stop, though, chasing his own orgasm now and helping you with riding yours out. 

“Baby?” You called out, voice shaky and hands moving to push his hair away from his eyes. He hummed in acknowledgement, too busy to actually say something. “I need you to cum inside me.” Your tone was innocent, as if you didn’t know the effect your words had on him. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You know how this drives me crazy.” You were going to be the death of him.

You laughed, breath still erratic and body oversensitive. “I need you to fill me up. Please. Please.” You knew just the way to coax him. 

Soonyoung let out a groan, his movements getting almost imperceptibly messy. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Please.”

He was done. You felt him releasing inside you and nothing would ever compare. Soonyoung moaned and cursed and kept on fucking you until you were begging him to stop, body starting to hurt from overstimulation. He leaned in once again, capturing your lips in a slow kiss. 

“You’re literally going to make me lose it one day,” he said, between giggles. 

You rubbed his back gently, “That’s the point, isn’t it?” 

He placed kisses everywhere now. Your cheeks, your jaw, your neck. “You’re getting better at keeping up with me,” he teased between pecks.

“Better? Are you kidding me? We literally fucked for,” you stared at the clock by your nightstand, “three and a half hours.”

“I had another one in me.”

Soonyoung was unbelievable. A lunatic. “You’re insane.”

He pulled back to look at you once again, lips curved in a smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you to four real soon.”

“I think his solo is coming up soon,” Chan said. He was sitting by your side, excitement very clear in his features.

Soonyoung wasn’t much of a public performer, building his career mostly behind the scenes, with choreography, or with teaching. So you usually had to settle for watching him dance at the studio, whenever he allowed. When he was choreographing, he didn’t really like to have anyone around. He was too focused. He needed to have a clear head, so he preferred to be alone. You obviously respected that, and it made you cherish even more the moments he actually invited you over to the studio to watch him.

The dance school was having a festival to showcase its students. Some teachers were performing as well, in the breaks between the bigger performances. They were short, small little pieces just to keep the crowd occupied while the next act got ready. Still, you were beyond excited to finally see Soonyoung on a big stage, like he deserved. 

His kids had performed not long ago, and you caught a couple glimpses of him by the side of the stage, dancing along and helping his students whenever they couldn’t remember something. Dohyun for sure stood out among all the other children, and you could clearly see why Soonyoung said he had it in him. 

When you looked closely into your boyfriend’s expression, you saw something in his eyes you hadn’t really seen before. It was happiness, but it had something else to it. Passion, but, most importantly, pride. He looked like someone who had just accomplished something great. And, in fact, he had. 

You knew he felt differently about teaching, for example, adult private classes, like Areum, than how he felt for teaching kids. When he was dealing with them, he felt more responsible. More aware and more important. So it was only fair he got most of his validation from watching them on stage. 

A lot of people came to watch Soonyoung. He tried to brush everything off, saying he would dance for barely two minutes. It wasn’t about feeling nervous or not being confident. Soonyoung wasn’t like that. It was just about him thinking it wasn’t that big of a deal. Maybe he was too used to being in the background that he kinda forgot the thrill and the importance of being on a stage for someone like him. Despite his efforts, no one listened to him, much like all of you did on a daily basis. 

You were sitting between Chan, who was previously his student and currently his personal friend and a teacher in a different school, and Jihoon, the latter being responsible for the music Soonyoung was going to dance to. One day, while they were hanging out in Jihoon’s music studio, he showed Soonyoung some samples, and he liked that particular one very much, his upcoming performance coming to mind immediately. The youngest made some adjustments and, not long after, Soonyoung had everything set. Seungkwan, Doki, Joshua, Krys and Seokmin came, too. All sitting close and almost as excited as you were. 

A man showed up in front of the velvet red curtains. The school had rented a beautiful theater, their budget coming from being a very prestigious and important institution. When he announced Soonyoung’s name, your heart immediately skipped a beat. 

The first couple of notes of the music were played by a piano, the sound filling up your ears immediately. Soonyoung was wearing black dress pants and a white, long sleeved shirt. It had a bow on his neck, and it made him look like he belonged in a painting. He also had a red scarf hanging by his pants, and you guessed it would be a part of his number. 

When the spotlight hit him, you felt tears forming at your eyes. You had learned how to recognize the several shapes love could take through the years. You had learned how to recognize you were in love, too. A big part of it for you was being immersed into the other person’s passion. It was this idea of being able to hear them talk about or just watch them do something they enjoy for hours, even if it isn’t what you particularly like or understand. 

You had no actual knowledge on dance. Still, you loved to watch Soonyoung dance. You loved to hear him talk about new choreographies he’s creating. But now, watching him perform in front of several other people, with a glow around him that could only be described as magical, it was like this new part of your heart had just opened up. A part saved for Soonyoung only, for him and the way you felt about him at that particular instant. 

When he started moving, you swore you had never seen anything as beautiful. You had seen him dance before, more than once. But it was different now. It felt different. He didn’t miss a single beat. You always hear and read about people who are born to do certain things and, when they find that path, they go above and beyond. They exceed and they shine brighter than the sun. That was Soonyoung at that moment. It was like everything revolved around him, like he was the only thing that mattered. And, to you, it was. You thought that, at some point, Jihoon murmured something to you, but you didn’t actually hear a thing. You had tunnel vision, attention solemnly focused on the man on the stage.

It didn’t last long, you then realizing he wasn’t actually lying when he said he would barely be on stage for two minutes. Still, while you watched him, it was like time was moving slower. Yet, not all the hours in the world would be sufficient for something as great as this. You weren’t sure if it was the music, which gave you a sense of longing, the way he danced, which gave you literal chills, or just him, which gave you all the love you needed, but when he walked to the back of the stage, ending his performance, you felt a tear hit your cheek. 

You let out a small chuckle when you realized you were actually crying. You tried to understand everything you were feeling at that moment, but words seemed to escape you when you needed them the most. Actually, thinking about it, they weren’t really necessary there. 

Once the curtain closed, Chan turned to you. He was smiling, but when he realized you had tears on your face, he frowned. “Are you ok?”

You giggled, index finger wiping your face gently. “I’m fine.” A sigh escaped you, “It’s just the first time I actually see him on a stage.”

“Oh.” He laughed, having a better understanding of what was going on. “Yeah, he’s amazing.”

You nodded, “He really is.”

When everything was done, you sent half the people to your place to set things up while the rest of you waited for Soonyoung to leave. You were sitting by one of the benches close to the backstage door alongside Jihoon, Seungkwan and Chan. A lot of people came out before him, your legs bouncing faster every time the door opened, and he was not the one that turned the knob.

When he finally showed up, you stood up quickly and launched yourself into his arms. He laughed at your sudden display of affection, arms reaching for your waist. “Wow, isn’t this a nice surprise?”

You held him tight, heart beating in your ears. “That was breathtaking.” 

Soonyoung giggled, “It barely lasted—”

“I don’t care,” you said, kissing his cheek over and over again. “It was probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” 

“She even cried,” Chan said, voice low. 

Seungkwan elbowed him, “Shut up, they’re having a moment.”

“Did you really?” He asked you, eyes focused on yours. Cute, he thought.

Your lips formed a pout, “Yeah.” You gave his lips a quick peck.

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow at you, “But you’ve seen me dance before.” He was just genuinely confused because, for him, that was truly, nothing special. 

“I know,” you nodded. The rules were the same. It was just a different game made for you to tell him how you felt. “But it was the first time I saw you dancing on an actual stage. You looked so different. It was like you had magic all over your body.” Soonyoung smiled, teeth showing slightly. “You were born for this, and it’s just so amazing to see it.”

His grip on your waist got stronger, “Thanks, babe.”

You pulled back a little, hands moving to cup his cheek. “I’m really proud of you.”

Soonyoung was a funny person. He was confident. Perhaps even too confident, sometimes. Still, he craved some sort of validation, much like every single human on the planet. He was often too shy to ask, fishing for it in the form of compliments to others. Yet, most of the time, he didn’t even need to do that with you. You knew exactly what to tell him and when to tell him. It came with love, he guessed.

His chest got warm at your words. “Thank you.” 

“I’m not saying this because I’m your girlfriend, but I really have never seen someone as incredible as you. That’s where you belong, on the stage, under spotlights.” You offered him a tender smile. “I know you usually go for behind the scenes, but I think you should do this more often. I loved seeing you up there, and I love you.” You brushed the hair out of his face, continuing to speak when he didn’t respond. “Whatever you want to do, I’ll be by your side. But I really think you should consider performing more.” 

“If I performed every week, would you come see me every time?” There was a hint of teasing in his voice, as if he was trying to test you. Stupid, stupid, Soonyoung.

You nodded with no hesitation, “Every time.” 

He giggled, “Damn, I think you really love me.”

You laughed, too. Head moving in another nod. “Damn, I think I really do.”

“Is this the last one?” You asked, placing the box by the kitchen floor. Soonyoung was taking the heavier ones and, according to him, putting up his gym hours to use.

He nodded, dropping another one by the counter. “I think so, yes.”

Soonyoung was moving in. Honestly speaking, you saw it coming. When Krys and Seokmin finally started dating a couple of months ago, you figured it was only a matter of time until they decided to live together. Especially as Krys complained almost every day about not waking up next to him, and even more if Soonyoung stayed over.

“Morning,” you told Krys when she came out of her bedroom. Soonyoung was sitting by one of the kitchen stalls while you made eggs for breakfast.

“How is this a good morning?” She said, voice grumpy.

Soonyoung laughed, “Oh, wow. Someone’s in a mood.”

A huff passed her lips while you stared with a confused expression. “How can this be a good morning if I didn’t wake up to Seokmin right next to me?” 

You sighed, a chuckle passing your lips. “Here we go again.”

“I just don’t think it’s fucking fair!” Krys said, sitting down next to Soonyoung. “You wake up next to tiger boy almost every day.”

“Can you not call him that?” 

She took a mug and poured herself some coffee, “Meanwhile, I can only see my goddam boyfriend in the morning on weekends.” 

“I just don’t get why the two of you haven’t moved in together yet,” Soonyoung pointed out, taking a sip of his drink.

“Because he hasn’t asked me to!”

Thankfully, Seokmin suggested that they moved in a couple of days after. If Krys asked, you’d deny, but you convinced Soonyoung to have a talk with him. Especially as you were well aware of the fact that he wanted to do it, but was just scared he was moving too fast for your friend. But, considering their dynamic, two months were more like two years. So the timing was just about right. 

“So what are you going to do now that she’s moving out?” Soonyoung asked, grabbing the popcorn from the bowl by your lap.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, “Who’s gonna move in? Do you have anyone in mind?”

Was he serious? Or was he just making fun of you? Either way, you decided to play along. “Yeah, I’m thinking of this one dude.”

“W-what dude?” 

“Just this one guy. He’s a dancer and I heard he has a great stroke game.” You drank a bit of your soda, attention glued to the TV.

You felt Soonyoung’s gaze on you. You paid him no mind. If you had turned to him, you’d actually be able to see gears spinning in his head. He squinted his eyes at you, “Wait. You’re talking about me, right?”

“No?” You did your best to sound genuine. 

Soonyoung bit the insides of his cheek. He was not jealous. He wasn’t a jealous person. But he just had an idea that, when Krys moved out, he’d be the one moving in. You didn’t know, but he had plans for the spare room already. He’d put all his tiger stuffies there, bring in some shelves, maybe some dancing stuff, too. He’d probably have some work to do with convincing you on some tiger printed decorations, but he’d manage. He hoped. So now, actually discussing it with you and getting a different response threw him off.

“Where did you meet him?” He thought about it for a moment. “Do I know him?”

You took some popcorn on your mouth and chewed slowly, working hard to stretch Soonyoung’s agony. “Through Doki,” you said, after some time. 

“Do I know him?” He asked again. He just hoped he wasn’t sounding too dumb. He still felt you were talking about him, though. It had to be.

“I think so,” your shoulders moved in a shrug. Playing with him was turning out easier than you thought.

Soonyoung tilted his head, clearly still very confused. “Does he have a girlfriend?”

You nodded, “Yeah. Doki says she’s a saint because he’s pretty annoying.”

He hummed, “And where did Doki meet him?” He tried to think of all your friends, all of Doki’s friends. Nothing. Who even was this guy?

“Through Josh.”

Okay, you were talking about him. It had to be. Still, he wasn’t totally sure. There was still this tiny piece of his heart that was scared you weren’t. “Baby?” You hummed in acknowledgment. “Are you talking about me?”

You could’ve gone further. Really. Made up a lot of other things. But when you looked at him, his lips curved in a pout and eyes clearly distressed, you felt bad. You sighed, a laugh passing your lips. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” Soonyoung whined. You did nothing but stare at him. You had this one face you gave him often. You know, when the person you love says something so stupid that you really want to keep a straight face, but you’re so endeared you can’t actually do it? So you have this half smile, filled with cherish and adoration, but still reflecting their stupidity. That’s the look you had on. He furrowed his eyebrows once again, doing his best to decipher you. Oh. Soonyoung smiled widely at the realization, “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

You moved your body to face his, “What do you think?” You repeated, a cheeky grin on your face.

“The answer’s yes.”

Krys and Seokmin started apartment hunting the next week, and, lucky enough, due to her connections, they found a great place for a great price. It wasn’t far from you and Doki, nor from Seokmin’s school. She settled for moving out on the first week of June to have time to figure everything out.

So, now that the time finally came, your place was filled with boxes and missing some pieces of furniture. You were excited, though. It wasn’t like you didn’t know what it was like to spend most of your free time in Soonyoung’s company. He had been hanging around a lot, and you were pretty sure this is part of why Krys was so on the edge about not seeing Seokmin as much as she’d like. Between her streams and his teaching schedule, they ended up seeing each other basically only on weekends. So when she woke up and had to see you and your boyfriend having breakfast together almost every day, she got impatient, wanting that for her as well.

Everything turned out fine, anyway. Soonyoung was getting tired of commuting and of still having to bring just some clothes around. The drawer he earned himself after Christmas offered too little space compared to the amount of time he spent there. He also found a really great guy to take his current spot with Jihoon and Seungkwan. Vernon was one of his closest friends, the two of them meeting him back in college when the music production and the dance majors had to work in a project together. So the day Vernon texted him saying he really wanted to move out of his current apartment, it was like the stars were aligning to make everything work out as it should.

Soonyoung left most of his furniture back, bringing his closet and some other things, like his desk and his chair. He didn’t really use them, but as Vernon had his own, he decided to take it with him. You had moved your office set to the spare room, placing Soonyoung’s closet back in the bedroom that the two of you would share now. 

You were standing by the doorway of the empty room, and a part of you missed Krys already. At first, you barely came into her room, claiming it was too colorful, too much. Whenever you said that, she rolled her eyes and hushed you away, saying you didn’t have to stay there. Later on, you got used to it, thinking it very much suited her. So now, seeing the back wall without her big rainbow wallpaper, it made your heart slightly ache. You had gone through this with Doki already, and it amused you how you were the one that never really moved away. That place had always felt like home, anyway. 

“What are we going to do with this room, huh?” Soonyoung asked, arms wrapping around your waist. His chin rested by your shoulder, skin warm against yours. It was hot now, the June weather opening up to the gates to the much expected summer. 

“Don’t really know,” you confessed. For the other two couples, figuring out what to do with spare bedrooms was easy, both of them settling for editing and streaming purposes. You and Soonyoung didn’t really have anything like that, but the place seemed empty with just your respective laptops, desks and chairs. 

He pulled you close. You usually hated touches around summer, being way too bothered by your own body and sweat. But, with Soonyoung, you found out you secretly didn’t mind. “I have an idea.” 

Whenever he said that, you immediately rolled your eyes. Especially because you knew something you probably wouldn’t like would end up leaving his lips. You sighed, “What?”

He laughed, chest moving against your back. “We can get a shelf, put it here,” one of his arms left your body to point at the wall by your side, “and then place my tiger stuffies on it.” You could hear the smile on his voice.

You were a strong advocate against Soonyoung’s tiger agenda, thinking he went very, very overboard with it. To be fair, he went overboard with a lot of things. But this one was, by far, the worst. Still, the stuffies were some of the most bearable parts. So you weren’t really that opposed to the idea of them being on a shelf in the spare room. At least they wouldn’t be in your bedroom. Soonyoung often turned them away whenever the two of you had sex, so them being in a different part of the house would save you the trouble.

You shrugged, “That’s not the worst thing you’ve ever suggested.” Your tone was filled with tease. 

“Oh!” Soonyoung was genuinely surprised. He expected a lot more resistance. “Great, then.” You laughed at his reaction. “We can go to IKEA tomorrow.”

You loved going to IKEA. “We can.”

“You know what else we should buy?” You hummed, waiting for him to continue. “A tiger print—”

“Absolutely not.”

A pout formed on his lips, “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Soonyoung whined in protest. 

You shook your head, “Don’t have to. We’re not getting anything tiger printed.” 

“Sometimes I think you actually hate me,” he joked.

“Yeah, I do,” you snorted. “I absolutely hate you and invited you to move in with me.”

He placed a kiss by your cheek. “Fine, we can talk about that later on.” 

You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. “I was actually thinking we could get some long mirrors? You know, so you can dance when you want to.” You pointed at the empty wall, “Place them all over there and just get you a small studio? I mean, I know it’s not a lot of space but—”

Soonyoung giggled, interrupting your train of thought. His arms turned you around to face him. You smiled at his actions, fingers lacing by the back of his neck. “Can I tell you something?” You nodded. “I’m really happy.”

You brushed the hair out of his face, thumb then moving to caress his cheek. “Me, too.”

“Soo?” You called out when you opened the front door. It was Thursday and you stayed late in the office, which meant Soonyoung was most likely home by now. Unless he had also stayed late in the studio.

No response. The lights of the common areas were all out, making you furrow your eyebrows. Was he still at the school? 

“Ow!” You then heard his voice from the bedroom. You sighed. What did he do now?

You dropped your belongings by the kitchen counter, feet moving quickly in the direction of Soonyoung’s probable agony. When you reached the door, what you saw was nothing like you had expected. 

Soonyoung was naked. Up until then, normal. He was hard. Also, normal. And then it got weird. He had his cock in a pizza box. He wasn’t holding a pizza box on top of his body. The box had a hole in the middle and his cock was halfway through it. You blinked several times, maybe trying to understand that you weren’t actually imagining such a ridiculous scene. The cover of the box rested on his stomach, one hand keeping it up, while the other one tried to somewhat get himself out of the hole he had, quite literally, gotten himself into.

“What the fuck is going on?” Your tone wasn’t accusatory. You were just very much confused. It’d be great to come home to pizza, especially after a long day. But this wasn’t really what you had in mind. 

Your boyfriend whined at the sight of you, “Baby, oh my God.” 

You did your best to hold back a laugh, but this seemed too tragic, even for someone like him. “Soonyoung, what are you doing?” 

“I was trying to, you know, test it out before tomorrow,” he sighed, “but clearly I fucked up.”

You and Soonyoung had date nights every Friday. It was usually nothing big, just something you came up with to have something to look forward to during the week. Sometimes, it felt like every night was date night, but it was still nice to have that specific day saved for the two of you.

Date night didn’t mean a day you’d exclusively had sex. Especially as Soonyoung still had that insane drive, so you usually fucked almost every day. But, still, sometimes, you had special things planned. He liked to try different things and, if it was with him, you were open to pretty much anything. You trusted him too much not to experiment. And he was a very curious person, wanting to do everything at least once. 

Eventually, Soonyoung found out he really liked role-playing. It wasn’t your personal favorite, but you had a lot of fun, too. The first time you tried it, he acted as if you were a stranger in a bar and tried to pick you up. The two of you were at home, and you dressed up nicely to get in the mood. It took you a bit to adjust to it, the idea being something completely new, but you were a fast learner. 

When you got used to it, finding almost as much pleasure in it as he did, it became a recurring plan. You tried the classics - teacher and student, doctor and patient, landlord and tenant, boss and assistant - finding out it could really be a nice addition to the usual fucking. Soonyoung made your sex life anything but boring. The last one he mentioned wanting to try was the famous pizza guy. So when you came home to that, you had a bit of an idea of what he was doing.  

You rubbed your temples in distress. “Is-is your dick stuck?”

“Yes,” he said, with a cry. The pout in his lips got bigger by the second.

“Oh my God.” That was all you managed to say. You knew Soonyoung was quite a disaster sometimes. Still, not even in your wildest thoughts, you saw this coming. You were still frozen in tracks, barely stepping foot inside the room. 

“I think I cut the hole too small,” he explained, “which is actually a good thing, because it means my dick is bigger than I thought.” You looked up, a laugh finally managing to escape. “Don’t laugh!”

You looked at him, lips pursed. You inhaled a couple of times to calm yourself down, while he stood there, downing in his own embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you said, “but this is just insane.” 

He shook his head, doing his best not to laugh, too. “Can you please help me?” 

You nodded, “Let me go get the scissors.”

Soonyoung’s eyes went wide, “What? Are you gonna cut my dick out?” He tried to take it out once more, but it was clearly pointless. “No, I’m not letting you do that.”

“What?” You asked, confused.

“You’re not chopping my dick off. I need it. You need it. I know I give good head, but it's nothing compared to my stroke game." He shook his head multiple times. "How can you even consider that? You're insane. Besides, it would hurt so fucking much." Soonyoung tried to fix things one more time, a groan escaping him when he failed. "More than this hurts."

You stared at him, hands put together in front of your chest in a begging manner. “Baby?”

“What?”

“I’m gonna cut the box,” you said, tone obvious and amused. 

He blinked a couple of times, trying to make sense of your words. “Oh,” Soonyoung said, nodding his head. “That makes sense.” He blinked a couple of times, stopping you before you actually moved. “Wait!”

You sighed, "What now?" 

"I even drew on the top of the box," he exhaled in frustration. Your boyfriend's fingers moved to the cardboard material, bringing the cover down. It had a tiger drawing right in the middle. 

You squinted your eyes trying to see what was written there. When you realized what it was, you couldn't help but giggle. "Soonyoung's tiger pizza?" He nodded again and you snorted. "I'll try to cut as little as possible." 

"Thanks, babe."

Before going to the bathroom to get the object that had made him terrified about a minute ago, you finally moved closer to your boyfriend. You removed the strands that were falling on his eyes, trying to place them behind his ears. You had that look again. He stared at you in confusion. “I love you,” you said, with a laugh. 

Soonyoung giggled, “I love you, too.” You leaned in and placed a small peck by his lips. 

He was absolutely crazy. Unbelievable. Annoying. But still, you wouldn’t change him for the world. He messed you up in more ways than one. But still, no one did it better.

“But can you please hurry? It’s starting to hurt.”

“I swear to God, Soonyoung,” you said, hitting his hand, “if you touch this food again, you will not eat.”

You were cooking. Or, at least, trying. It wasn’t an easy task when your boyfriend decided he was going to stay attached to you while you made dinner. His arms only detangled themselves from your waist to try to eat whatever you were working on at the moment. 

You stirred the sauce, putting a bit on the back of your hand. After having a taste, you realized it lacked a bit of salt. You had settled for something simple, going for spaghetti bolognese. Part of it because you liked it, part of it because you actually sucked in the kitchen. Doki fed you most of the time and, when they didn’t, you and Krys usually got take out. When Soonyoung moved in, you risked cooking a bit more, but still, it wasn’t much. That wasn’t really in your area of interest, to be honest. 

“You’ll let me starve?” He asked, placing a kiss by your cheek.

“Yes,” you said, with no hesitation. 

He laughed against your neck, “It’s okay, I can eat pussy later.” God, Soonyoung was absolutely shameless.

You shook your head, not believing his words. “Keep going, and you won’t get food or pussy,” you threatened. 

“You’re so mean to me,” he whined. 

“You deserve it.” You checked on the meat again. Almost done. “Can you please go sit somewhere while I finish this?”

He kissed you again, “No.” You sighed. “Am I actually stopping you from doing anything?”

You thought about it for a moment, realizing he was setting you up. You had no escape, actually. “No, but—”

“Then I’m not going anywhere,” he said, triumphantly. 

You huffed, “You’re unbearable.”

He pulled you even closer, “Yet, you went on several dates with me, and now we’re living together.”

Looking back at your relationship made you feel funny. Soonyoung wasn’t the type of guy you’d go for. You didn’t actually have a type, but he had nothing in common with your past love interests. Maybe that’s why it worked so well. 

You remembered how you couldn’t really stop seeing each other ever since the first date. You went out week, after week, after week. You thought about how you called him annoying at every chance you got, but that didn’t stop you from going back for more. He was that enticing. 

No one has ever made you feel like Soonyoung did. These feelings were hard to find, you discovered. And you often tried to explain everything that roamed through your chest when it came to him. It was like he placed every single good sentiment inside you with his hands, his lips, his hips. Like he had magic all over him and was capable of making you feel invincible.

Loving and being loved by Soonyoung was made out of contradictions. It was exciting, keeping you on your toes all the time. But it was also calming, soothing. It was roaming hands and desperate kisses. But it was also gentle touches and soft pecks. It was never knowing what to expect, the butterflies at the pit of your stomach never really going away. But it was also knowing each other so much you could actually predict one another’s actions and reactions. It was the delicious anxiousness of a surprise. But it was also the reassuring taste of familiarity. It was the frenzy of shared laughs. But also the warmth of relieving tears. It was the buzz of a first love. But it was also the maturity of a well-built one. 

When you looked at Soonyoung, you wondered how you fell this hard, this fast. But, thinking deeper about it, it was the only alternative. You remembered Doki’s first description of him, them saying he was perfect for you. You disagreed back then, saying there was no such thing as the perfect man for you. Foolish, you. There was, and life made sure he found his way to you. 

You weren’t really looking for anything when you met him. You felt fine, complete. You hated this idea that love’s supposed to make you feel whole. You felt whole already. And that’s exactly where the beauty in this relationship laid. Soonyoung didn’t complete you, he made you overflow. 

He brought out the best in you, and you did the same for him. You didn’t try to change each other, always focusing on simple adjustments and compromises. Besides, you loved who he was too much to ask for anything different. And he always made sure to remind you he felt the same way. 

You didn’t really like to think about not having him around. First, because you didn’t think you’d have to go through that anytime soon, or, perhaps, ever, but also because that would do you no good. So you just decided to savor what you had now. That was enough. 

The stereo was playing a song that the two of you liked, Soonyoung gently humming in your ear. “This song reminds me of you,” he said. 

“Really?” You tasted some of the pasta now. Just the right amount of seasoning. 

“Yeah,” he nodded by the crook of your neck. “I think during one of our first dates, maybe the second one, I’m not sure now. You mentioned not looking for a boyfriend, something like that. But I was already really into you,” he giggled at his confession, feeling like a high school kid. “So I just had to put a poker face on.” 

You laughed, turning off the pits and shifting your body to look at him. “Well, I didn’t lie.” You shrugged, “I really wasn’t looking for a boyfriend back then.”

“I know.”

A smile took over your features, “That didn’t stop you from finding me, though.” 

When Soonyoung looked at you, he felt sparks. The same sparks he got when he first took your hand on your second date while you were crossing a street, even though he acted as if he felt nothing. The same sparks he got when he first kissed you at that traffic light. The same sparks he got when he first fucked you in his bed. The same sparks he got when he first woke up by your side, the morning sun shining on your skin. The same sparks he was getting every single day ever since you stepped foot into his life. And he would never get enough of it.

He wasn’t really looking for anything when he first met you, too. Soonyoung was never really looking for anything. But that was his favorite thing about it, about you. It was the way that life was so amazing and so extraordinary, that it made sure you came to him at just the right time.  

So he just smiled, realizing how lucky the two of you were to share such a love. To have found someone that made you feel like that. He couldn’t really ask for anything else.

“I know.” 

Soonyoung pulled you away from the counter slightly, body then swinging rhythmically to the tune in the background. You giggled, “I have to finish dinner.” 

“And I have to dance with you for a bit,” he said, offering you a grin. 

It was pointless to fight, and, honestly, you didn’t really want to. So, once again, you just allowed yourself to be swept by Soonyoung’s endeavors. 

“Can I tell you something?” You asked, voice gentle. He nodded, “I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way again. No one will ever make me feel the way you do.”

Soonyoung got the sparks once again. It was like his chest was made out of fireworks, and you had just ignited them. When he looked into your eyes, he saw so much love he felt like he was really about to explode. 

One of his hands left your back to rest against your cheek. His palm was warm. “Lucky for you, I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

“Good,” you said. “Because I think I can put up with your annoying ass for many years from now.” 

“Are you proposing?” He teased.

“No,” you giggled. “We’re not getting married anytime soon.” 

You haven’t really talked about it, but you just had this feeling that it would come, eventually. Just not now. The two of you had several steps to take first. And, knowing your boyfriend like you did, you knew marriage wasn’t a priority for him, much like it wasn’t for you. You were happy like that. 

Soonyoung felt his heart beating faster at the mention of the possibility of spending the rest of his life by your side. It was thumping by his ear, he could sense it. He had no precise thoughts on marriage, not really having the time or the reason to consider it before, but just imagining you in a white dress gave him shivers. He’d leave this for later, though. He was too happy to change anything about it. He had a lot more he wanted to do before that. He had a lot more he wanted to do with you before that. So all he did was laugh and nod. 

He swirled you around for a couple more minutes and, as if on cue, the stereo echoed the same words that left his lips. “I think I love you so much.” 

“You think?”

“No,” he smiled your favorite smile, “I know.”

a/n: oh wow. wow! this was a journey. if you made it this far, thank you. i legit do not know what to say because this came from a simple ask that gave me soonyoung brainrot for god knows how many days now. also, this is the most shameless self insert i have ever written in idk 4 years of writing. mc is me, the sides are my friends and this is all based on a universe we created and have been obsessing about for weeks. anyways! first, thank you to the two biggest supporters of this idea, @bbugyu​ and @babiemingoo​. if it wasn't for the two of you, this fic prob wouldn't even exist. thank you for the countless hcs that helped me build this, thank you for proof reading, and thank you for literally everything. i love you guys a lot!!!! thank you to my faithful beta, @yoongitalks​. what would i do without you? thank you @jaeyoonurl​ for making me add the pizza dick scene. it's prob one of my favorites. i hope this was as much fun to read as it was to write. as usual, my askbox is always open for feedback or whatever else you want to say or share! also, editing this was a bitch, so if you spot any formatting mistakes, pls, let me know!!!!! as i most likely missed something. THAT'S IT FOLKS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

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[peachycheol]

| lost in translation |

➸ summary: jeonghan asks you to translate some of his fans’ comments, but you hadn’t expected them to be so... dirty.  ➸ genre: pwp  ➸ pairing: idol!jeonghan x english-speaking friend!reader ➸ warning: dirty talk, oral sex (m. and fem. receiving), face fucking, deep throating, cum swallowing <333, **the italicized comments are in english**  ➸ w.c: 2.6k

➸ author’s note: hi i’m alive!! i’m so sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long, but i kinda just lost my mojo for a little bit 😔  but worry not- i have experienced a reawakening and i am now more of a whore than ever so hopefully i can get back to posting more. i have a lot i have planned out, but i wanted to get a quick fic out to y’all as a BIG THANK YOU bc i reached so many milestones while i was gone 🥺 🥰 💕  i love you guys and i’m really glad ppl are reading my fics haha

this fic is based on the infamous jeonghan gym video, y’all know the one (thank you to @haechanblr​ for reminding me of it and helping me with this fic i love u so much!!). i was actually in the middle of writing this when hoshi decided to post his own gym video and PHEW. JEEZ. I’M STILL RECOVERING. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this one bc i really enjoyed writing it 💖 🍑 

[ foreversvt ] commented: I AM ON MY KNEES  [ yoon1004 ] commented: is it jeonghan’s birthday or is it mine [ happy bday angel! ] commented: YOON JEONGHAN ???? [ twinkluvr69 ] commented: grrr wanna slurp those noodle arms like spaghetti 

You continue scrolling through the comments left underneath the video, trying to keep your face composed as you come across more and more explicit reactions from fans all over the world. Seokmin had uploaded the video to Weverse as an innocent birthday prank for Jeonghan, but he probably had not anticipated just how horny their fans could get over a seemingly harmless video of Jeonghan doing some leg presses. To be fair to the fans though, you yourself had watched the clip several times and you would be lying if you didn’t say you were… affected. 

“Well? What are they saying?” Jeonghan leans over to watch you scroll, and you are acutely aware of the warmth of his arm pressing against yours. The two of you are sitting on the floor of  your living room with your backs resting against your couch, hanging out after a small birthday dinner with some of his other friends. As one of Jeonghan’s english-speaking friends, he had asked you to help him translate some of his birthday wishes before his day ended, though you’re not sure how to tell him that his fans are not exactly sending in wholesome professions of love. 

Instead, you decide to try giving him some tamer versions in the hopes of satisfying him before you get to anything too blunt. “This user says you have noodle arms, but I think they like it so it’s okay.” 

“Hey! I’ve been trying my best to get thicker, but not all of us can be born beefed up like Seungcheol.” 

“You asked me what they said!” you laugh. “Most of these are just birthday messages anyway-- I’m sure you don’t need me to translate ‘Happy birthday, I love you!’ a thousand times.” 

“Yeah, obviously I understand the more common phrases, but there’s so many that I don’t understand today for some reason!” Jeonghan huffs, then points to a comment that you had purposefully hid under your thumb. “Like okay, what’s that one say?” 

[ seungcheolswife ] commented: wow the way this video made my pussy clench,,,, 

“Uh,” you start, already feeling your ears go warm. Should you just lie? It’s not like he would be able to tell, right? You and Jeonghan are close, but not so close that you can just say these things to him. Especially when this comment may be hitting a little too close to home for you. Even now, you remember the bolt of arousal that shot to your pussy the moment you  heard Jeonghan’s first grunt of effort. You bite your lip. No, Jeonghan really didn’t need to know about that. “I-it says something like ‘you made their heart flutter’.”

“Wait.” Jeonghan takes a moment to scan your face before his eyes narrow at you suspiciously. You give him your best innocent smile, but you already know he’s caught you. You had always been a shitty liar. “What does it really say? Is it bad?”

You sigh. Of course he hadn’t bought it. “No, it’s not bad. I just don’t know if you want to hear stuff like this…” 

“Well now I have to know. Tell me exactly what it says.” 

“E-exactly?” You meet Jeonghan’s stern gaze and you know that there’s no convincing him otherwise. What Jeonghan wants, Jeonghan gets. “I-it says that the video made their p-pussy clench.”

After several beats of silence, you look over to Jeonghan to see he is completely unaffected by the comment. Or maybe he is. His eyes glint mischievously in the light when he responds.  “I said exactly, baby. Try again.” 

Your whole body feels hot under his smug, expectant gaze; you should be surprised by the sudden pet name, but it only makes your mind fuzzy with the beginnings of arousal. You swallow thickly, unable to disobey him. “T-this video made m-my pussy clench.” 

“So naughty… Just this short clip has your cute little pussy all needy,” Jeonghan clicks his tongue, but a knowing grin spreads on his lips. His words have you shifting in your seat in an attempt to relieve the dull ache setting in between your legs, though you don’t dare let it on. It’s clear Jeonghan is playing a game with you, and although you know you’re going to lose, you’ll be damned if you let him win so easily. “Let’s read some more, hm? Translate this one for me.”

[ daddy_hannie ] commented: omg i bet jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when he’s fucking 

The comment he scrolls to nearly makes you whimper. It’s embarrassing how clearly you can recall the sound of each of his low groans coming through the screen, how sexy he sounded. Images of Jeonghan on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed as he grits out desperate groans of pleasure, leave you in a daze while your panties quickly dampen with your arousal. 

“Go on.” Jeonghan’s firm tone only makes you squirm more, and this time he takes note of the way your breathing has gone shallow and how your eyes are already hazy. 

“I bet Jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when he’s fucking,” you say softly. 

Jeonghan chuckles, his breath tickling against your neck. “Now you’re just making me blush, sweetheart. I bet you’d make some pretty noises when I’m fucking into you too,” he muses casually. You finally let out a soft whine, tired of holding your breath as he moves to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“J-jeonghan…” 

“Hm, I think we should read a couple more,” the boy says, ignoring you and scrolling through more of the comments. You pout - your wetness has already soaked through your panties, your cunt just aching for his attention, but of course Jeonghan isn’t done teasing you. 

You’re wondering how long it will take for him to finally push your back to the floor and fuck you senseless when you spot a comment that might help you get you what you want quicker. ”I want to read this one,” you tell him, already rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. 

[ ~hanniehae!~ ] commented: god i KNOW your dick is big like PLEASE I WANNA SUCK UR DICK SO BAD

He raises an amused eyebrow at you, and you wait for him to stop you, biting back a smile when he doesn’t. You make sure to look him in the eyes when you say it, his own dark eyes telling you that he’s impatient for you too, and you nearly let it out in a whine from how much you mean it. “Please Jeonghan… I want to suck your dick so bad.” 

For a sliver of a  moment, Jeonghan goes rigid. Then, his smug smile returns as he brings up a thumb to tug on your bottom lip. “Mmm, such a pretty mouth saying such filthy words,” he sighs, shaking his head. “If you wanted to put it to good use, all you had to do was ask, baby.” 

Jeonghan chuckles at how eagerly you follow him as he moves to sit on the couch behind you, keeping his hold on your chin so that you keep your eyes on his. He has you kneel between his legs and you don’t waste any time in reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans. 

The man helps you tug his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock springing back against his stomach. Of course it’s pretty just like the rest of him. “You’ve been teasing me all this time, but you’re already this hard?” you whisper tauntingly as you lean forward to ghost your lips over the base of his shaft. 

Jeonghan’s shaky exhale does not go unnoticed by you, but his response comes out smooth as ever. “Could you blame me? You just looked so cute getting all worked up from saying all those dirty things about me. I bet your little panties are soaked through by now-- guh!” He lets out a surprised groan when you suddenly flatten your tongue against him, letting it drag slowly up to his tip. 

“You talk too much.” You look up at him with a smile before you wrap your lips around his leaking tip, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Teasingly, you swirl your tongue against his slit until you feel his hand thread through your hair, as though he’s begging you for more. You decide to be nice, lowering your mouth further down his cock, letting him feel the slide of your wet tongue on his sensitive skin. 

A soft sigh leaves his lips at the sensation, pleasantly carding his fingers through your hair as you take as much of him as you can. “That’s it. Good girl.”

His praise has you clenching around nothing, and you whine as you steadily begin to bob your head along his hard cock, reveling in how he would let out small whimpers whenever you would lightly suckle on it. 

Just as he gets used to the feeling of your mouth on him, you suddenly take him as deep as you can into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks tightly around his cock. “Oh, f-fuck!” Jeonghan lets out a strangled moan, his hips lifting from the couch to fuck further into your mouth. 

You feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, but it only spurs you on even more as you swallow around him, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy. At this point, a dull ache starts setting in your jaw and drool begins to messily slip from the corners of your mouth as you return to sucking him at a more steady pace, and you feel your pussy throb from how dirty it all felt. Though you and Jeonghan did flirt occasionally, he had always felt off-limits to you-- he’s an idol and you’re just one of his normal-person friends. But here you are with his cock in your mouth, all thanks to the horny thoughts of his fans no less. 

To their credit, they were right. Jeonghan does make the hottest sounds while fucking. He lets out another throaty groan from above you and, unexpectedly, he pulls you off his cock. His pupils are blown wide with desire, his chest heaving slightly as he looks at the state you’re in with your swollen lips and the drool on your chin. “Can I fuck your mouth?” he asks breathlessly. 

“Yes please,” you reply, voice already a little hoarse from your efforts. You shift back on your knees to make room for Jeonghan when he stands, opening your mouth obediently when he moves to slide his cock back onto your tongue. Jeonghan tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you still as he starts to fuck into your mouth with quick, shallow thrusts. “Mmh!”

“Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby,” Jeonghan sighs appreciatively. You bring your hands up to grip at the backs of his thighs to keep yourself steady when his thrusts become a little more erratic, causing you to gag around him as his cock continues to hit the back of your throat. Still, all your focus remains on hearing more of Jeonghan’s pleasured groans, on seeing his face scrunch up in absolute bliss, so you keep your mouth open wide despite the tears that prick at your eyes. When Jeonghan looks down at you taking his cock, eyes glazed over and fucked out, he curses loudly. “Shit-- can I come in your mouth?” 

Unable to speak with your mouth stuffed full, you cutely give him a thumbs up. Jeonghan would have laughed if he wasn’t so close to cumming. With several more thrusts, he cries out a strained warning before his hot release fills your mouth. He rides out his orgasm, twitching in your hold as his pleasure bleeds into oversensitivity. Once he’s pulled out, you make sure to stick your tongue out so he can see how his cum coats your tongue right before you swallow it all down; all he can do is smile thinking about how he really should have fucked you sooner. 

“So good for me,” Jeonghan says to you softly, helping you up to your feet so that he can pull you into a heated kiss full of tongue and whimpers. You desperately grip onto Jeoghan’s shirt, pressing your body against him in search for some sort of relief for the arousal that is pumping through you and straight to your neglected pussy. He can’t help but smile against your lips. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you now.” 

You let him lead you to sit on the couch-- this time you are the one sitting on the edge of the cushions with Jeonghan’s head between your legs. He slides a hand over your clothed core, humming when he finds that you really have soaked straight through your panties. Just as you begin to squirm underneath his teasing fingers, he strips you of both your leggings and underwear in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him. 

The sight of him pushing your legs apart is enough to leave you in a daze. Your breath catches when you feel cool air brushing against your inner thighs, slick with your wetness, then it all comes out in a whine when you feel Jeonghan’s velvet tongue swipes at the spot for a taste. “O-oh!” a cry slips from your lips once his tongue finally slides through your folds. “Mmh!” 

“Does it feel good?” Jeonghan whispers, not bothering to wait for a proper answer because your broken moans tell him to keep going. He spreads your lips open with his fingers, eating you out slowly and deliberately as though he is savoring his favorite meal.

The room is filled with your soft whimpers and the lewd sounds of Jeonghan’s mouth working against your pussy and it only tightens the pressure in your stomach, causing your toes to curl. “P-please-- please let me cum,” you rasp out, and your eyes roll to the back, your hand clutching tightly at the back of Jeonghan’s head, at the feeling of his tongue flattening against your clit. “Ngh! Y-yes!” 

He skillfully flicks his tongue on your bud, shaking his head back and forth until his chin is absolutely covered in your juices. When your hips begin to move of their own accord, he lets you ride his face as you please, his cock twitching at how desperate you are for him. “S-so good,” you sob, only able to mutter unintelligible nonsense in your delirium. Then, he wraps his mouth around your clit, and you’re left squealing as your legs begin to shake from how obscenely good it feels. “Shit, I-- I’m--!” 

You come undone with a loud cry of Jeonghan’s name, your body going rigid from how hard your orgasm hits you. Jeonghan takes it all, his eyes closed as he works you through your release, only letting up when you slump away from him.

The both of you finally look at each other properly in the aftermath, chests heaving and hair wild. Suddenly you’re both erupting in giggles at the realization of what you two had just done. “What are you looking at?” Jeonghan asks, eyes bright as he smiles handsomely up at you. 

You reach down to swipe your thumb against his chin, which is still shining with your cum, barely able to contain your giggles. “Who’s got the dirty mouth now?”

#svtredroom #seventeen smut #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan fanfic #svt smut #m:yjh #g:pwp #l:os #hehehehe surprise #kiss for good luck mwah

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a/n: this piece is a lil gift for by lovely friend arina ♡ (ฉันรักคุณ & ich liebe dich!!) ♡ as well as my first submission for svtredroom!! happy valentines day to you all hehe and i hope ya remember that i love you too so! much! 

~in which getting stood up on Valentines Day goes a bit more differently than you expected 

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Pairing: self insert, female reader x jeon wonwoo 

Genre: fluffy smut 

Tags: valentines day au, meet cute au, mentions of food and alcohol, sexual tension, hook-up, businessman!wonwoo, wonwoo being expensive eeee, softdom!wonwoo, sub!reader, kitchen sex, oral (f receiving), bondage, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), cockwarming hehe 

Word count: 2.9k 

Tagging: @hongnanglen-arina​ @svtredroom​

He had been sitting there for at least forty-five minutes--or longer--you didn’t quite know, seeing as you had only been there for forty-five minutes yourself. In the time that you had spent waiting, watching him had become a bit of your routine; he wasn’t watching, so it wasn’t like you had been disturbing anyone. 

You couldn’t imagine why someone like him would be sitting alone on a night like this. 

Someone must’ve been a fool to think that they could leave him at that table by himself, for at least forty-five minutes, to read over the menu for the tenth time like you had watched him do. 

Granted, you had also been sitting there for at least forty-five minutes. 

Perhaps the world was much crueler than you had expected...especially on this holiday supposedly all about love and connection. 

He had perfect posture: the kind that made you assume he must’ve been a businessman or someone else important who had to train themselves to keep a strong composure. The suit that he wore was plain, although it looked as if it had undoubtedly cost him a small fortune. Every corner and pleat of the fabric had been pressed professionally and not a speck of dust or dander seemed to cling to it. His raven black hair too looked effortlessly tussled with the stray strand here and there that must have been planned. Those slender fingers of his pushed up his wire framed glasses now and then. Under the dim lighting of the restaurant, his eyes of a dark brown reflected a color of dark obsidian: both cold and testing. 

To his side, he had a tall glass of wine that he had barely touched: you thought to yourself maybe he just liked how it looked here; like he really was just waiting, and not sitting alone. 

“Have you decided if you would like to order while you wait miss?” 

Your waiter with a wispy beard leaned in to speak to you over the noise of the room. 

“Ah-no. Not yet. I think I want to wait a little longer. I think that they should be here soon.” 

“Of course,” He bowed. 

Across the room, his waiter approached him as well, likely whispering the same question. He nodded, and shooed him with the wave of his hand. Lithe fingers toyed with the stem of his glass, he he rose his head. 

In your surprise, he had turned his head over to your direction of the room, and you suddenly became much more interested in the small assortment of white and cream colored roses on your table. You could feel his gaze, but you couldn’t bring up the bravery to meet it. 

Under the table, your watch ticked tiny and nearly silent ticks as you waited for the minutes to pass by even farther. 

How long is it acceptable to wait until you accept that they’re never coming? 

In many ways, you felt pathetic and crinkled like the browning edges of those very flowers in the glass vase before you. Who in their right mind would stand someone up on Valentines Day? Out of all days of the year? 

You thought to yourself that it must’ve taken some kind of evil and unfeeling person to do so...and you were the fool to think that you would’ve thought they would have showed up. For a moment, you had thought that perhaps it would be better if you left, marched right out of that door into the winter cold, gotten a taxi to the grocery store to buy discounted valentines day candy and cherry cola, then ate it all until you gave yourself a headache. As the night drew longer, that didn’t seem like the worst idea. 

“Ma’am? I’m sorry, but we ask that if you are going to sit that you order an item...we have a waiting list still and we would prefer if you got your money’s worth.” 

You could see the remorse in your waiters eyes. Even he felt bad for you. 

Your eyes drifted to the lobster bisque that you had assumed you would have ordered had they showed up. 

Discount candy? Or lobster bisque? 

“--One order of the Burrata please.” 

He had slipped into the chair across with you as swift as a shadow, and you hadn’t even seen him coming. From this close, he was even more breathtaking. His broad shoulders seemed to take up the whole space of the seat before you, and his creeping smile held a type of mystery that was intriguing and terrifying. 

The waiter himself looked a bit surprised. “One...order of the Burrata then.” 

The man sighed, then took off his glasses with finesse. 

“It looks like you and I are in the same predicament.” His tone was deep, but still gentle. “I don’t think its fair to be alone on a night like tonight. I hope you don’t mind that I invited myself over.” 

“N-no. Not at all.” Your throat felt dry. 

Rather than respond, he smiled out in a grin that made you instantly enthralled. Even though you didn’t know him much, you knew him to be the kind of man that could wrap you around his little finger. Had it been any other day of the year, you wouldn’t have given him the time of day, but, today wasn’t any other day of the year. 

“I assume you already know what you’d like to order?” 

“Mm. Yes. I think I’ve looked over the menu just as many times as you have.” 

He folded his arms over his chest with a little chuckle. 

“I’m Jeon Wonwoo. And you are?” 

“Y/n.” 

“Seems like it there’s a reason that we’re both here at the same time, and...by ourselves.” 

“Not...anymore.” You took a sip of your own wine with heart racing. 

“You’re right.” He rose his own glass into the air which he had taken from his table. “To being alone...together.” 

»»————-　♡　————-««

Your heeled shoes fell to the hardwood floors of his apartment with a clack. His whole home seemed to be swelling with the same energy that he held about himself. It was simple, minimal, no room for anything that looked sentimental or unbecoming for someone as proper as him. The layout was mostly open with each of the rooms connecting to the other. Every item in the apartment seemed to be either gunmetal grey, or black. His kitchen was large for a relatively small apartment, and had a centerpiece of a large black marble island. 

“Espresso?” He offered as he pulled at his shirt collar and tie. 

“Sure.” 

You wondered about you, tracing your fingertips over the leather couches and spotless upholstery of his dining table chairs. The far wall of the apartment was made of floor to ceiling windows that gave a magnificent view of the city in all it’s nighttime spectral glow. Millions of lights made up the cityscape and twinkled like faraway stars from the height of his 17th floor home. From here, you could take in the whole city fully and it filled you with an unknown sense of tranquility. 

Behind you his stainless steel espresso maker made a little humming sounds, and then the air was filled with the nutty aroma of the coffee. You walked over, feeling the cold touch of the wood under your pantyhose. He placed the small cup on a saucer and presented it to you. The smell filled up your senses and it was perfectly foamy on the top. From the quality of the brew, you assumed this must’ve been his hobby. 

The both of you drank your shots in silence, and you waited to feel the caffeine rush though your body. 

You placed the cup down, “Thank you.” 

He chuckled a little, then rose his finger to wipe a bit of the foam from the corner of your mouth. Instinctually you licked your lips after with the ghostly touch of him lingering there. He licked the remnants off his finger. All at once, you felt yourself grow weaker under the weight of his obsidian eyes. A tension too held in the air as he leaned his body lower and lower...

He tasted like coffee, much as you had expected yourself to taste as well. It was startling, but he was still gentle in the way that he had pulled your frame into his body with fingers splayed across your back. On your teetering tip-toes, you struggled to keep your balance returning the heat of his mouth. He had been smiling devilishly too as his hands explored your whole body: from the curves of your hips and your shoulder blades, all the way down to your ass which he grabbed at in handfuls. It was no mystery that he had hardened against your stomach and the feeling made you keen even further in his arms. 

A deep groan vibrated his chest when your own hands explored the width of his back and clawed lightly at the fabric of his suit jacket hiding the rippling muscles underneath. He told you to continue by kissing a trail down the side of your cheek to your jaw, then to your neck where he sucked and kissed wet little reminders of adoration into the skin. Slowly, your hands snuck under the jacket and to his crinkling shirt. 

In one motion, he lifted you by the back of your thighs to the stone counter which felt startlingly cold under your nearly bare legs. Here, you were allowed a better angle to throw your arms over his shoulders and push off the thick fabric that kept you at bay. You granted yourself one little peek between the kisses to take up the way that his arm muscles flexed the white cotton. He did the same with hasty fingers going to untie the thin bow that held up your blouse. His fingers tickled you as he tore the shirt up and off your head to throw it somewhere you had no idea where. After, he set to work unclasping your bra with ease, and the same needy hands cupped at your breasts firmly, tweaking your buds in-between his index and middle. Further, he traversed down your chest to suck harshly at your hardened nipples, not even caring when his teeth had grazed them slightly. 

Your arousal had become painfully obvious in your underwear constricted by your tights. You couldn’t help but squirm feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. His teasing gaze never left you while he looked up at you with your perky nipples on his tongue. Shameless moans and breathy gasps from you filled the wide and open apartment, and got lost in the empty corners of the room. 

You felt dizzy and breathless once he had decided to stop and opted to tear his tie off his neck. 

“Can I tie your hands with this? Please?” He kissed the words into your neck and nibbled them into your ear. 

You let out a little whimper saying “yes” and offered your wrists to him. 

You would have never imagined it, but the blue silk looked even more lovely than you would’ve guessed. His eyes darkened too seeing how helpless you had become like this. It as as if he couldn’t help himself: he held your tied hands up to his lips where he kissed at your fingers and palms, giving them gifts of his pleasure to them. 

He lowered you back to lay flat on the marble counter and the cold sensation made your whole body shiver wonderfully. 

“Just relax.” He cooed while kissing down your stomach and fiddling with the zipper of your skirt. 

The heat of your core had become unbearable waiting for him, and each of his teasing touches against your inner thighs and on your sides sent you spinning for more. 

You were colder without your clothes, but soon he had granted you the rub of his thumb on your clit over your panties and a mischievous smile spread across his lips. 

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He said, pulling your thin panties to the side to take a peek. He granted one more finger to rub over you directly and mix with your slick. 

“Mm-fuck.” Your hips twisted with each of his touches and your hands writhed in the knot of his tie. 

Wickedly slow, he removed your panties from your legs, then stopped to let his hot breath swirl over your twitching clit. 

“Such a good girl.” He permitted you one kiss which elicited pathetic and needy moans from your mouth. 

Wonwoo began his tantalizing lapping: thick and slow stripes with his wetted mouth that made you tremble. It was criminal how wet he had made you, and it was obscene how each of his kisses sounded against your clit. His cat-like eyes tested you further as if to say watch what a beautiful mess I make of you. 

The mixture of cold stone on your back and the heat of your waist was terribly confusing, but you couldn’t help but get lost in it. 

“Don’t you look so pretty like this?”  

Your voice wavered and you lost yourself further in him while he continued. Your hands did feel trapped--you wanted nothing more to mess up that hair of his, and make it all yours to take in sinfully...but he didn’t grant you that pleasure. 

It didn’t take him long to build up your orgasm, and each flick over your bud, he drew you closer and closer into melting into a shaking mess over his mouth. He built you up until you were painfully sensitive, then smiled with his gorgeously white smile when you came on his tongue, even grinding slightly to ride your release which he reveled in. 

“Did you like that sweetheart?” 

Airy chuckles shook your chest and you tried your best to calm your trembling body. 

“Y-yes.” 

“Here, sit up.” 

Wonwoo grabbed you by your arms to help you up, and admittedly, you felt a bit dizzy yourself. 

“Grab on.” 

He prompted you to wrap yourself around him, which you were a bit hesitant of, but his now warm smile assured you that all would be well. 

“Don’t worry.” He simply soothed. 

You did so, even getting a little embarrassed over your arousal that must’ve been rubbing off on his clothes. 

He walked the two of you over to his velvety looking couch, having you sit on his lap. Even after this while, he was still as hard as before. He returned his mouth to paint kisses into yours once more, filling your mouth with adoring comments in between each one. 

“I can’t believe that you’re all mine tonight.”  

His hands returned to your breasts to kneed over them more carefully this time. 

“Would you like to ride my dick princess?” 

It had been absentminded, but you had been grinding into his lap and against his swelling dick. 

“Y-yes. Please. I-I want to.” 

Wonwoo carefully helped you off his lap to remove himself of his own pants, then guided your hips over his hardened length which was much longer and girthier than it had appeared to be hidden under his pants. 

“Take it as slow or as fast as you want, okay? We have all night.” 

Once more his smiling kisses peppered your mouth, then you lowered yourself over him, and it was near euphoric how tightly you took him in. It was effortless in the way that the tip of his head would graze your cervix just like this. Both of you groaned out your symphony of pleasure. 

“Oh fuck--” His eyes rolled. “You’re unreal.” 

Wonwoo’s fingers dug deeply into your lower back, guiding the return of your hips over his length all the while giving love bites to the soft nape of your neck. Connected with him like this, the stranger that you barely knew, you felt a sense of closeness unlike anything you had felt before. He must have put a spell on you from the way each one of his kisses and the pull of your lip by his teeth made you fall deeper into him.

Your thighs straddled him harder in all of your want: you wanted to make him one with you, to have him all to yourself even though you knew he wasn’t yours to keep. The way that his faint grunts wavered in your ears was too much for you to handle. You weren’t alone. On the night that you thought you hadn’t been wanted, he made you feel as if you were the only one there was. 

He hushed into you, “Cum for me, beautiful.” 

Your hands now untied, you raked them though his hair just as you had wanted, chasing your orgasm roughly while you made a mess of him just as he did for you. It tightened in your core, and you used every last shred of your energy to maintain your speed over him. It was exhausting, and your legs shook the closer you got. 

It flushed over your whole body, and dripped down your legs: it was electricity through each of your extremities, and then it was heat, warm as the sun that ran from the tips of your ears to your neck still throbbing from his lips pulling there, hard, as he reached his own orgasm that was left throbbing inside your walls. 

A wave of exhaustion swept over you while you clung to him and he to you. He really was unimaginably handsome this close. The side of his hand caressed down the side of your dewy face. 

“Would you like to be alone together...more?” 

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Since we’re sharing kinks, what do you think the members kinks are? And if you can’t or don’t want to do all the members I totally understand!! If not all, maybe the kinks of scoups, vernon, and/or jeonghan? ~ and yes big dick wonu for the win honestly

yes anon wonwoo big dick <3333 i wont go into all their kinks bc it’d just get really long but i’ll list what i think their #1 kinks are! to spice it up i’ll try not to do ones i think most of them have (dirty talk, marking, hair pulling, etc) to give it some flavor

svt member’s #1 kinks (imo):

seungcheol - spanking/ass play, i really think he’s into asses, i mean his ideal type is??? nicki minaj??? he likes them thicc!!!!!! so i think he’d just like anything to do with asses, spanking more so bc it brings the aspect of impact play but i can also see him wanting to incorporate anal or butt plugs into sex too. i think he also knows that he himself is thicc so when he’s subbing hes totally down to switch the roles as well

jeonghan - bondage, not even a question! i think he’s super playful during sex but is also a switch dom lean so using ropes/cuffs for him shows his dominance while still being able to tease and have fun. i also see hannie as a member who only fucks with love behind it so sexy times would be with someone he trusts enough to tie him up and vice versa

joshua - quickies, does this count as a kink? idk lol but i think joshua is the type that would love just a quick fuck in the middle of the day, something to take the stress off and also bc like go fucking right?? also the adrenaline of being in a rush and/or being in a public place would make him feel twice as powerful so he’d get really into it

jun - pegging, I REALLY THINK HE’D BE INTO IT OKAY YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND like i see him as pretty open so he wouldnt have any reservations about taking it up the ass and as long as your slow while starting (cause that shit hurts if not done properly) i think he’d really love the feeling of being pounded into and being dommed in that way. he’d also be so enthusiastic about it, prob send u a text during work like “babe look at this strap it’s purple with glitter can we get it?”

soonyoung - roleplay, SOONYOUNG WOULD LOVE DRESSING UP FOR SEX its both sexy and playful!! esp if it’s a fantasy he had that’s been marinating for a while, like fucking a professor or having a masseuse rub him everywhere and making him cum without even touching his cock. roleplays are such a good kink for him because he gets to do some kinky shit but it’s also not too serious and hes a switch so who’s domming and subbing can flip easily

wonwoo - dumbification, imo the ULTIMATE form of dominance with dirty talk is dumbification. honestly as someone who has this as one of their top kinks (aha wassup wonu holla at ya girl) i think u really have to have trust someone to let them just.... freely call u stupid in any context lmao so wonwoo would get off knowing that you’re so vulnerable to him in that way; not even just sexually but also mentally with how secure u are with him and what u let him do/say to u.

jihoon - public sex, i have a theory that jihoon would fuck once in the studio just out of desperation but would find it so incredibly hot. just the adrenaline he gets while hes scared of getting caught sets him OFF and the way you clench around him when theres a tiny sound and youre scared youre about to get caught *chefs kiss* he loves it

minghao - fucking with music on, idk if this is a specific kink but i think hao is really into slow sensual sex with candles on where he takes his time. he’d try to move at the rhythm of the music and it’s all so slow that he can really feel everything. it’d also kinda turn him on if he’d be listening to music and just randomly one of the songs you fucked to came on shuffle and he’d just get flashbacks of that time. i think he’d be really into it

mingyu - size kink, ALRIGHT LISTEN do i think mingyu’s height feeds his ego? fucking absolutely. so it gets his dick hard whenever he feels even bigger than he already is bc he feels so much more in control. with that being said, i can also see him getting off on being dommed by someone who’s smaller than him bc theyre putting him in his place despite the fact that this man is like twelve feet tall, so the size kink works both ways. even him being dommed by someone bigger than him i see him being into bc it makes him feel small..... basically he likes feeling overly big or overly small lmao

seokmin - mutual masturbation, i’m still a vvvvvv firm believer that seokmin fucks with love so for his kinks i think it’d have to be smth that he would do with someone that he’s comfortable with and can be vulnerable for, and mutual masturbation is that mixed with the kinkiness of seeing how badly your s/o wants you. esp when desperation sets in, i can see him being into hearing your whines or cries bc he wants you just as badly

seungkwan - nipple play, OK I HAVE A THEORY that seungkwan would really only fuck with someone he loves (even more so than seokmin) so i can imagine a situation where seungkwan just hasn’t really explored his body and the first time you guys fuck your hand brushes over his nipples and he just.... fucking loses it bc hes so sensitve there and he never really knew bc he didnt think to try touching himself there. so following that incident he makes it a point to play with his or your nipples bc now hes aware of how much of a difference it makes when it comes to his arousal

vernon - oral, hear me out: ur on ur knees, vernon’s cock in your mouth, giving him the gluck gluck 3000, he’s the type to hiss and just be like “fuuuuck” and throw his head back. ok that had nothing to do with why i think he has an oral kink i just wanted everyone to hear that lmao BUT i think during sex he just want to please his partner and really make them feel good and being able to look up at his s/o while theyre moaning and pulling on his hair would just set that mf off

chan - corruption, originally i saw chan as someone who would be slightly intimidated by a super experienced partner but after thinking about it i can totally see him eventually just getting so horny that he wanted to be absolutely wrecked. like the fact that the person he’s with is so well versed and knows how to get him off while also taking away his “innocence” gets him so mf hard i think it’d turn into something he’s super into

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Title: Better Than You Pairing: Mingyu x Fem!Reader x Wonwoo Rating: 18+ Warnings: Language, angst, low self image, sub boy, oral (male and female receiving), Face riding, Sexual praise, Degradation, Choking (male receiving), Over stimulation (male receiving), Voyeurism, Pegging, Edging, Light bondage. WC: 9.3K+

A/N: so this started out as just a means to write hate smut for Mingyu and then evolved into this. IDK how that happened. I also didn’t bother to edit this, so enjoy this first draft nonsense lol.

You didn’t hate your job. You really didn’t. Or, at least that was what you kept telling yourself so that you could get through this hell of a shift. Saturdays were always the absolute worst, the restaurant was crowded and it was always so loud, and orders came out almost as soon as you picked up the previous ones. It was hectic, but it was even worse when you were understaffed. 

“Thank you so much, that order will be out in just a few minutes.” You said, fake smile plastered onto your face as you bid farewell to a table that wasn’t a part of your section. Stalking through the restaurant your smile dropping as you did so, you found the cause of your troubles standing in the kitchen, chatting it up with one of the chefs while the chef worked.

“Kim Mingyu!” You exclaimed, using the noise of the kitchen to cover your shout. He turned to face you and you could see his eyes rolling when he realized just who was calling him.

It was an unspoken fact that you and Mingyu...did not get along. You boss generally made sure to try and schedule the two of you on different days, but that was getting harder and harder

when people kept asking for days off. Which is...fine, you just really hate working with Mingyu. Judging by the look on his face, the feeling was mutual.

“Dude, I just had to take A5’s order because they’d been in your section for twenty minutes and all you’d done was get them drinks! What the hell, man!” You complained, glaring up at the abnormally tall server. He simply rolled his eyes, glancing back over at the chef and bidding him farewell before brushing past you and making sure that he bumped your shoulder as he did.

“Lay off it, you’re not even a manager yet you’re so high strung. Just chill out, it’s not like they’re going to die if I don’t get them soon.” His response was typical, and honestly you were starting to wonder how he still had a job with how much he slacked off.

Turning on your heel you followed him as he made his way into the empty breakroom in an attempt to get away from your lecture.

“I’d be ‘chill’ if I didn’t always have to cover both my section and your section when we worked together. Why can’t you just do your fucking job?” You complained, eyes boring holes into the back of his head as he pulled his phone out of his locker. Mindlessly scrolling it for a moment, before he turned to look back at you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Order up!” Could be heard in the distance, over the sound of your pounding heart.

“Well, I guess you better go grab that if you’re working both of our jobs.” Before turning back to his phone and laughing at something on the handheld device.

God you hope that you could keep from throttling the man, because you knew for a fact that you didn’t have bail money.

The night continued with Mingyu doing a minimal amount of his tasks, the only thing you were grateful for was that he at least wrapped his own silverware. You probably would have stabbed him with one of the unwrapped forks if he hadn’t. With a farewell to the rest of the staff and a harsh glare sent in Mingyu’s direction, you were finally able to leave around 12am.

During the drive home, all of the adrenaline from the shift seemed to fade away and leave you as an exhausted husk of a person. Your eyes threatened to drift shut even as you drove, forcing you to roll down your windows to scream sing out whatever song was playing from your phone in an attempt to keep awake. You just wanted this day to be over so you could enjoy your day off tomorrow and catch up on your school work, and so you didn’t have to see Kim Mingyu’s infuriating face.

He probably got away with so much shit just because he was tall and handsome, beautiful features seemed to get so many doors opened for people. Meanwhile, average people like yourself seemed to be overlooked and ignored, having to work twice as hard for something handed to those types of people on silver platters. It was probably the only reason Mingyu still had a job, considering your boss fancied him. It was pathetic how much she fawned over him, and he seemed to just soak up all the praise and attention. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles going white as you thought about the situation.

The tension sat with you until you unlocked the door to your apartment and smelt the wonderful aroma that told you that your roommate had waited up for you. Slipping your shoes off and placing your keys on their hanger, you made your way into the small kitchen.

“Nunu!” You exclaimed as your eyes landed on the male. His thick brown hair was sticking up in all different directions, which told you he had gotten a good nap in before you came home but that he had woken up to make dinner. He pushed up his thick rimmed glasses as he glanced over at you, a small tired smile on his face.

“Welcome home.” he muttered before returning his gaze back to the food he had just plated, picking them up and dropping them off at the table before looking back over at you. “Go change and come eat.”

You gave him a mock salute before doing as instructed. Swapping your work pants and polo shirt for some sleep shorts and a tank top, it had a tendency to get rather hot in your apartment at night even if you had the AC on. When you returned to the kitchen, Wonwoo seemed a bit more awake than before and was scrolling through some website on his phone as he ate. You quickly joined, scarfing down your food.

“How was work?”

With that single question, your expression dropped mid bite. All the irritation flooding back into your system causing you to aggressively stab the next bit of food that you were wanting to eat before beginning your rant.

“So you know that dick bag at work?”

“The really tall hot one?”

“Yeah, that jackass.” You went into extreme detail about the night, fury filling your voice as you spoke.

“Can you believe him!?” You exclaimed, shoveling the last bit off your dinner into your mouth as you heard Wonwoo sigh. He always told you that you needed to quit if this guy was as bad as you said he was and none of the higher ups would do anything about it.

“Sorry Nunu, Didn’t mean to yell...Fuck, how was your day dude?” You stood, taking your plate over to the sink and setting it down. You’d get to those tomorrow, you were too tired to do them tonight.

“Eh, not much different than normal.” He muttered, joining you at the sink. There was a brief pause before he turned to you. “My...my boyfriend is going to come visit tomorrow. He said he wants to meet you, and I mean you’re my best friend so…”

“Oh! Really? Ah, I’ll make dinner tomorrow night then so that you guys can hang out beforehand!” Wonwoo seemed to be appreciative of it as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you into a tight hug. The affection caused your heart to soar, wrapping your arms around his neck as he rested his head on your shoulder “I’ll even clean up around the apartment while you’re at work.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his hands lowered to firmly grip your ass. So that was how tonight was going to be. You knew that he had told his (currently unnamed) boyfriend about your little...sexcapades, and apparently the guy didn’t mind. It wasn’t like you and Wonwoo had legit feelings for each other...or at least, Wonwoo didn’t have feelings for you. Your feelings were still up in the air, but you would never tell him that.

“You sure your man is still okay with us doing...this?” You questioned, one hand slipped into his soft brown tresses as you whispered into his ear. Gently nibbling on the lobe of his ear. His response was simply to hike one of your legs up around his waist, bucking his hips forward into your heat. The action caused a soft moan to slip out of your lips, after the stress of today you wouldn’t mind having a round of fun. But Wonwoo seemed to need a reminder of the rules.

“Nunu, baby. I need you to use your words.” You instructed, gently stroking his hair as he gave your thigh a firm squeeze. When the two of you first hooked up like this, you would have never expected any kind of submissive side to him and yet looks could be deceiving. He let out a soft groan at the pet name before listening to your instructions.

“He...he thinks it’s fine.” He muttered into the shell of your neck, nipping lightly as he spoke. “It’s why he wants to meet you.” If you were being honest, you were a little more than surprised at that. You figured that your roommates boyfriend would be less than excited to meet someone who has been fucking their significat other with no strings attached for...multiple years.

“Oh he does? Is he just as dirty as you?” As you spoke, your free hand slid down to his pants to the prominent bulge that was hidden underneath the thin grey sweatpants. You would probably never get over just how large Wonwoo was, it was almost ridiculous. “Does he like that you get fucked by me? Or do you tell him that you’re in charge?”

Your grip had Wonwoo groaning before biting into the flesh of your neck, causing you to let out a loud moan at the sensation. As he let go, you pulled yourself away letting both of your feet return to the floor before turning the tables. You pushed Wonwoo back against the counter top, cornering him. One of your legs rested between his own, and you lifted that leg to press against the growing problem in his pants.

“Answer me Wonwoo.”

“No, he knows you’re in charge.” He told, squirming to try and get a bit more friction to his aching cock. You always liked making him needy, it was such a stark contrast to his normal day to day attitude. So seeing him like this was intoxicating for you.

Since he answered you so honestly, you decided to give him a bit more. Slowly, you pushed his sweatpants down his legs, your fingers gently clawing at the skin of his thighs as you did so. Once those were out of the way, you were pleasantly surprised to find that he had decided to forgo his usual boxers this evening. Leaving his thick cock on display for you.

“Oh, Nunu were you planning this?” You knelt down on the kitchen floor, leaning forward to give a small teasing kiss to the tip of his massive dick. “Did you make dinner for me, just so I’d fuck you against the countertops, while we talk about your boyfriend?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from taking the tip in your mouth, gently sucking on the tender skin as your tongue lapped up the drips of pre-cum from him. Your eyes never leaving his face as you worked, watching as he threw his head back and groaned. His hands gripped the counter’s edge so harshly his knuckles seemed to be turning white.

“Y-yeah,” he breathed out, the sound of it all so sickeningly seductive. “I did. I wanted...fuck I wanted it so bad.” he groaned out, bucking his hips up in an attempt to get you to take more of him. You gripped his hip firmly, pushing them back against the counter and successfully thwarting his attempts. The confession had you clenching around nothing as you pulled away from his dick with a loud pop.

“Oh Nunu, baby Nunu. You know all you have to do is ask. I’m always willing to make time for my good little boy.” Only he wasn’t yours, he had a boyfriend. You were just someone he got fucked by on the side, or well...who fucked him on the side. Despite the melancholy that thought brought to you, you kept up your role and gave a teasing lick to his length. “Does he ever take control, or is my poor little Nunu always domming when he just wants to be dicked down?”

The question along with the actions from your tongue had the male letting out small whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut as you took him into your mouth once more. Once again his hips thrashed forward, only being stopped by your hands as you grip him tightly.

You had been told previously all about Wonwoo’s sexual relations with his boyfriend, another thing that this mysterious man seemed to have no issue with. Once Wonwoo even confessed this boyfriend of his found it ‘hot’ that Wonwoo would tell you, which made you question just who your best friend was dating and how open this relationship would continue being.

“He doesn’t. Fuck fuck, i want it. Just like yo-you...just like you give it to me.” One thing you loved about Wonwoo was that his  moans were never loud, but beathy and that was an entirely different type of sexy. As a reward for his honesty you continued your mistrations on his firm length, taking him further into your mouth and pumping what couldn’t fit with your hand.

“No, no fuck. I’ll..cum, I want inside.” His words slurred together and barely made sense as he spoke but you knew exactly what he wanted. So you pulled yourself off of his delicious dick, and despite that being what he asked for he still let out a soft yet insanely deep whine. Missing the contact despite knowing exactly what he wanted.

You quickly slipped your sleep shorts from your frame, letting them drop to the floor. Wonwoo’s eyes watched you hungrily, waiting for you to follow through with his request only for you to flash a devilish grin at him.

“Catch.” Was all the warning he got, but the two of you had played this game before and he knew exactly what to do. Your feet were soon off the ground and wrapped around his waist, the tip of his cock prodding your entrance as he held you up. With practiced ease he turned and let your ass rest on the cold clean countertops, causing your frame to shiver at the temperature difference.

You trust your hips forward, rubbing his length against your folds and letting out a groan as you did so. He curled into you, waiting for permission. Soft pleading words slipped from his lips as he begged to be let in. Being just as needy, you decided to give in.

“Nunu, I want you to fuck me good okay?” Your voice was light and playful as your nails sunk into the skin of his back, prompting another low breathy groan from the male. “I want your boyfriend to be able to tell how good you fucke me, can you do that for me, baby boy?” He nodded against your shoulder as you gave him the final go ahead.

It was almost painful how slowly he entered you, filling you up completely while taking the most grueling pace ever. You knew what this was, his own little way of teasing you back. Sure Wonwoo enjoyed subbing and he was a very obedient sub but he was still a switch and things like this were how he made sure you knew that despite the position he took in your ‘relationship’.

“Fuck shit.” You groaned, throwing your head back and clenching around him as he bottomed out inside you. Despite how many time the two of you had sex, it always felt like the first time. You always felt impossibly full, and add him moaning in your ear into the mix and you swore you could come undone just from that. He started at an agonizingly slow pace, making sure to pull himself almost completely out of your before slamming back in. The feeling rocking you to your very core, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“God Nunu, you feel so fucking good.” You moaned out, “You fill me up so well baby, it’s like your dick was made for me.” Hearing your words seemed to spur him into a faster pace. His hands gripping your hips tightly as he slammed into you, there would surely be bruises there come tomorrow. You were once again finding another reason to be grateful that you were off work tomorrow.

“Fuck, your so tight.” He groaned, the husky low tones doing wonders to you. “Won’t last.” Was all he could bring out as his thrust grew more messy, less coordinated as he struggled to reach his high. One of his hands left your hips and found its way to your clit, gently massaging the small bundle of nerves as he continued his deep thrusts. It seemed like that was all you needed to be thrown off the edge

“Ah, fuck fuck, cum for me Wonwoo.”

And cum he did. You felt so full with just him, not bothering to worry about any kind of protection since you were on the pill. Your heart pounding a mile a minute as you leaned forward, resting your head on his shoulders. Three little words lingers on your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say them. They weren’t your words to say...he wasn’t yours and he never would be.

***

Needless to say you were walking with a small limp the next day as you cleaned up around the house. Making sure to sanitize the kitchen countertops after your little...encounter there last night. Loud music blared through the apartment, you singing loudly along to the shitty songs about unrequited love. It was pathetic but at least it was a way to get the emotions out.

You had a few more hours before Wonwoo would be off work, and he boyfriend probably wouldn’t come over until after that so you weren’t all too concerned with your appearance at the moment, you’d probably wear something presentable and chit chat with the two for a bit before escaping to Joshua’s house. He knew about your stupid feelings and was willing to let you make an escape whenever you needed, he was a damn good friend.

To your surprise, a knock sounded through the apartment causing you to jump in shock. Grabbing your phone, you paused your music before returning the item to the kitchen table where it had been sitting. Grabbing the metal bat from beside the door, the two of you kept it there just in case of an intruder) you gripped the handle of the item before slowly pulling the door open. The sight that greeted you caused a rage to pool inside of your gut.

“Kim Mingyu, what the fuck are you doing at my apartment?” You seethed, glaring up at the male. A part of you was debating on just slamming the door back into his face, that would be pretty damn satisfying. Despite your irritation, he looked just as surprised as you felt.

“I’m here to visit my boyfriend and his roommate. But if you’re here, I must have the wrong place.” His words seemed to push everything into place and you were going to be sick. With how much Wonwoo had spoken about his boyfriend, he never mentioned the guy’s name...and the same went for you, you complained about your coworker on an almost daily basis but never mentioned that it was Kim Mingyu.

“Wonwoo? You’re here to see Wonwoo?” The words left your lips shakily, and you felt a rock sink into your gut. You prayed to whatever God was listening that he would deny it, say some other name, that he literally did get the wrong address and Wonwoo’s boyfriend wasn’t going to be your arch nemesis.

He nodded, he fucking nodded and it felt like everything was crashing around you. Not only was Kim Mingyu a hassle at work, but now you were finding out that he was dating the guy you were in love with. It was all too much.

“Well, you’re early. He doesn’t get off work until 6.” You muttered, opening the door to let him in despite the urge to leave him stranded outside until Wonwoo got home. You heard the door shut behind you, but couldn’t bring yourself to look back at him. Thinking about all the things Wonwoo had told you about the mysterious boyfriend, it was too much. Mingyu knew far too much about you now. Fuck now you would have to quit, there is no way he would keep that information secret now that he knew it was you fucking his boyfriend.

“Oh, I know. He said his roommate was going to make dinner, so I wanted to come over to help.” You flashed him a disgruntled look as he explained his reasoning for coming over so early. A sharp comment on the tip of your tongue as he slipped his shoes off and entered your abode as if it were his own. “Though, if I had known you were his roommate I probably would have stayed home.”

There it was, that smug smirk that you wanted to punch off of his face. A fire grew in your stomach and you stormed into the kitchen, determined to start and finish dinner as soon as possible. You weren’t going to stay here tonight, hoping Joshua wouldn’t mind you coming over earlier than expected.

“Well, lucky for you. I don’t need help, so you can just stand around and do nothing. You’re already pretty good at that.” Hearing the sound of his footsteps behind as you entered the kitchen, the small chuckle coming after it. Almost like he was mocking you, like he knew about your hidden feelings for Wonwoo, like he knew this was possibly the worst outcome for your evening. At this point, you just wanted to know why he seemed to enjoy pushing your buttons.

You swung open the door to the fridge and bent down to begin pulling out the items you would need to start the meal. You could feel his eyes on you as you traveling around the kitchen, pulling out bowls and spices, and it was infuriating.

“You know, you’re pretty hot when you’re angry,” His words caused you to practically choke on your own breath. “I wonder if that’s what gets Wonwoo off when you two fuck.” It was almost like he punched you in the gut. Of course, you knew that he knew but you definitely weren’t expecting him to just outright bring it up. Though you should have expected something as blunt as that from Kim Fucking Mingyu.

You placed the box of salt on the counter before turning to glare at Mingyu once more, only to find him almost directly behind you...much closer than he had been. Your mind flashed back to the night before, where you fucked Wonwoo in this very room, and now you were standing here talking to his boyfriend. You took a deep breath, swallowing your hesitation before continuing with your thought.

“Look, Wonwoo said you were cool with it. If it’s a problem then it stops, simple as that. I may hate your fucking guts but I’m not gonna keep fucking your boyfriend better than you do without your okay.”

That was...definitely the wrong thing to say but your anger got the better of you, your jealousy. It was a monster that was now fueling the previous wrath you had felt for the male. Before you could think about anything else to say, you felt yourself being forced back against the counter with his hands laying flat on either side of you, caging you in as he stared down with a dark look in his eye.

“See, I don’t think you do. I think you’re just a cocky, high strung, know-it-all who thinks she’s better than everyone else.” He muttered, his voice lowering into a range you had never heard before from the male. It sent a heat straight to your core, a heat you usually only felt around Wonwoo, this seemed to only fuel your anger. You quickly pushed your hands to his, rather firm, chest and shoved him backwards, hard enough to get him away from you but not hard enough to accidentally hurt him.

“And I think you’re a lazy jackass who hasn’t had to work a day in his life just because his perfect good looks have gotten him everything he could ever want.” You retorted, voice coming out almost as a growl. If a look could kill someone then Mingyu would have instantly caught fire from the heat of your gaze. Despite your anger, he still carried that smug grin on his face.

“Awe, you think I’m pretty? I mean, you’re right but it’s always nice to hear.”

“Fuck, you’re insuferable! Just shut up and leave me alone, so I can finish making this fucking dinner and then leave.” With that you turned back to the counter, furiously beginning your task as you tried to ignore the man who was currently plaguing your day.

“Make me.” Those two little words, you weren’t sure why but those two simple words seemed to throw your entire world into disarray. It was like a switch was flipped and you couldn’t stop the urge growing inside you, the urge to break him. You wanted him practically crying and begging for you, but...you couldn’t do that. Despite how much you hated him, this was still Wonwoo’s boyfriend and while he was okay with Wonwoo fooling around with you...you weren’t sure how Wonwoo would feel if you decided to humiliate his boyfriend. You gripped the bowl in front of you, trying your best to take a deep breath and stop yourself from doing the terrible things you were thinking of.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said make me. I thought that was like a trigger phrase for dom’s?” So he knew what he was doing, he knew it and was still being an ass. The switch broke, and all you could see was red. You turned back to face him, glowering up at him and your face flushed with an angry heat.

“What the hell are you trying to pull Kim Mingyu?” Your accusatory tone was harsh, even harsher than the tones you used at work. In fact, the only time you had really spoken like this to anyone was the one time Wonwoo had attempted to be a brat. You watched as a small shiver went up his spine, his eyes never leaving yours. His shit eating grin seemed to only grow as you took harsh steps towards him, causing him to back up until he was stopped by a wall. His back pressed firmly against it, but you refused to lift your arms and cage him in.

“Well, what if I told you I didn’t come over to help with dinner prep.”

“Color me surprised.” He ignored your sarcasm and continued.

“What if I said that Wonwoo wanted me to come here early, cause he wanted me to see how good he got it with you?” It almost seemed like he was determined to give you a heart attack today, there was no way Wonwoo would have said something like that. Right? As if he could sense the hesitation to believe his words, reached up and gently cupped your cheek with his.

“Or maybe, you’d rather I take control today?” Once again it seemed like he knew exactly how to push your buttons to rekindle the rage in your gut all over again. You reached up and gripped his wrist, yanking his hand away from you. Your earlier fervor returning, as you tightly clenched his wrist. The grip tight enough to show him just who was in charge here, but not tight enough to actually hurt him.

“Bad boys don’t get to be in control.”

“Bad Boy? Is that what we’re going with?”

“It’s better than me calling you a jackass. Which is the name i’d prefer to call you.”

Everything felt like a blur, soon you were pulling him towards you by his collar and slamming your lips onto his own. It was nothing like your kisses with Wonwoo which were full of passion, you filled this with as much anger as you could. You wanted him to feel your anger, your pain, you deserved that much if all you were going to be is a cock sleeve. A dom to get tossed back and forth between the couple. You weren’t sure if that was what Wonwoo was intending but, a part of you felt worthless in any aspect except sex so you might as well use what you’ve got.

Not bothering to break the heated kiss, full of teeth and tongue, you navigated Mingyu into the living room. Only then did you pull away, nipping at his bottom lip with your teeth as you did. He quickly went to bring his lips back to your own, but you decided to not let him get that pleasure and shoved him back onto the couch, his shirt riding up ever so slightly as he fell back onto the sofa that was much too small for him, let alone two people.

“We have rules here Mingyu, I know you have trouble following them at work but try not to be too much of a whore and break my rules. Got it?” He rolled his eyes as you began explaining, as if he were already planning on disobeying your very simple rules. “First is, we go by the color system. Got it?” He nodded. “The second is, you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

You might hate the male below you, but you weren’t going to do things he wasn’t comfortable with. You weren’t a terrible person, just an angry one. Despite these gratuitous warnings, Mingyu still seemed irritatingly smug.

“Wow, pretty weak rules. I doubt you could make me cum even if you tried.”

You were going to make him eat those words.

Which was probably why he was currently a groaning mess on your couch, hands bound behind his back and his jeans long discarded. In your hand was a small vibrator that you were just lightly pressing against his hard cock. He wasn’t as large as Wonwoo, width wise and was a bit shorter than him but it was still pretty impressive. You would never tell him that though.

He looked a mess, almost as if he was just about to hit his high. So you removed the toy, and listened to those beautiful whines escape his lips. He was in for a long ride if he thought this was the worst you were going to do to him.

“Awe, is the little whore upset I took his toy away?” Your tone mocking as you turned off the vibrator, waiting for his response to see just what you would do next. He seemed to be expecting something like this and grinned despite his heavy breathing.

“You’re little games aren’t doing shit. I think you’re just too scared to fuck me yourself.” Without hesitation you returned the vibrator to his dick, turning it onto its highest setting just so you could watch him squirm. He let out a loud gasp, throwing his head back against the couch cushions, his back arching off of the couch as he let out a sinful moan. Then it was over, you were once again pulling the toy away from him once again, giving a teasing lick to the silicone as he glared at you through hooded eyes. His breath coming out in small pants as he lost that high once more.

With a smug smirk of your own, you leaned forward your lips stopping right next to his ear. One of your hands reached down to slowly stroke his twitching member, you could practically feel how close he was.

“Oh I’m not scared, I just don’t want your trash dick inside me.” Much to your surprise you felt him tremble beneath you. So he liked being talked down to? That was good to know, you would definitely be using that to your advantage. It was a stark contrast from Wonwoo who lived for praise, you honestly thought Mingyu would be the same way.

“What makes you think I’d want your dick when I can fuck your boyfriend whenever I want? His massive cock fills me up so well, almost like he was made for me.” Your words were but a sinful whisper in his ear. Your teeth gently nipping at the lobe of his ear, pulling slightly as you spoke. The words plus your hand against his dick brought out another groan, almost like you had struck a match inside him. Before you could stop him, he pushed himself forward and sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck and you were almost certain that it was almost harsh enough to break the skin. A surprised yelp left your lips, mixing into a long moan at the feeling. Without even thinking about it, your grip on his dick tightened which seemed to be the exact reaction he was hoping for. The feeling pulling him over the edge as he released into your hand with a low guttural moan.

You pulled yourself away, staring at your jizz covered hand in feigned disgust.

“One simple rule, and you couldn’t even follow it. Wonwoo was right when he said you were fucking filthy.” You chastised, wiping your hand off on his naked thigh not giving him the pleasure of seeing you lick it off of your own skin. He hadn’t earned that.

“What’re you gonna do about it? Punish me?” The words left his lips just as your hand moved to wrap around his neck, squeezing the side lightly as to give him the choking sensation without actually putting him in potential danger.

“Whore, what’s your color?”

“Fuck, fuck green. So green, fuck.” Taking that response, you quickly tighten your grip which was followed by another strangled groan. You weren’t about to admit it, but he looked really hot like this. Underneath you, completely spent while still seeming to be gearing up for another round.

“Well then you better get comfortable, brat. Because you’ve really pissed me off now.” With every word your grip tightened just a bit more before you pulled away, ending the sentence. You turned your back to him for a moment, shoving off everything that had previously been on your coffee table before taking a seat on top of it, right in perfect view of Mingyu.

“If you even want me to think about putting your filthy dick inside of me, then you better not move. Got that?” You didn’t wait for his response as you pulled your shirt over your head, and quickly unclipped your bra, tossing both of the garments to the other side of the living room to be forgotten about. Without hesitation you began fondling your chest, tweaking your rapidly hardening nipples. Your eyes never left Mingyu, making sure he was paying attention and keeping still. A quick glance down at his lap and you could see his cock slowly starting to harden once more at the sight before him. His tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick his lips, eyes not leaving your chest as you fondled yourself.

While one hand continued to fondle your breasts, your other slid down to tease the waste of your shorts.

“Tell me what you want you little whore, maybe I’ll give it to you if you ask nicely enough.” In truth, you had no intention of giving him anything just yet but dangling his wants in front of his face would be so sweet a punishment. One he deserved for breaking your rules.

“Let me fuck you, I know you want it too. I’ve seen how you keep watching my cock, almost drooling aren’t you baby girl.” Instantly at his words, you stopped touching yourself and stood from the table. Without a word you made your way out of the living room and down the hallway, ignoring as he called out to you. To your surprise though, he was still in the same spot on the couch when you returned with what you had got to grab. A soft silk tie, black in color and well used.

You grabbed the previously discarded vibrator and returned it to its former position pressed against his cock and used the tie to keep it held there without the need for your hands before you turned it onto the lowest setting possible. Still sweet but enough to drive him crazy. Then you proceeded to push him back down into a lying position before stripping yourself of your shorts and underwear, tossing them into the ever growing pile of clothing.

“If you’re going to keep talking back, I might as well put your disgusting mouth to good use.” You said, swinging your leg over him so that you were now straddling his face. Your dripping pussy resting just above his face. “Get to work, bitch.”

He groaned out, loving the treatment you were giving him before he latched his lips to your wet sex, tongue lapping up whatever liquid he could as if this were his last meal. It was honestly really fucking sexy. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a soft breathy moan, which only seemed to encourage the male below you.

As another mewl left your lips you heard the sound of the front door being opened, and the distinct voice of Wonwoo calling out that he was home. Your heart almost stopped, you weren’t sure if you were excited for Wonwoo to discover the two of you or terrified. Mingyu didn’t seem bothered by it, not even really acknowledging his boyfriend’s voice as he continued to devour your pussy. His tongue gave a particularly pleasing swipe just as Wonwoo entered the living room.

Your eyes met his brown ones and you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he saw the compromising position the two of you were in. For a moment, you were concerned that Mingyu had lied and that Wonwoo would be upset. The relief that filled your body as he quickly closed the distance, leaning over the couch and pulling you into a deep kiss. If it was possible the kiss was almost better than the attacks to your lower region, if only because it was from Wonwoo. When he pulled away he let his forehead press against your own.

“I see you guys couldn’t be bothered to wait for me…” He didn’t sound upset at all though, almost as if he were hoping to catch the two of you in the act. You reached up and took a handful of his beautiful brown tresses into your grip, pulling ever so slightly as you ground your pelvis against Mingyu’s face.

“This little whore needed to be taught a lesson, Nunu. You’re boyfriend’s such a disgusting boy, so selfish.” Your words could barely come out as you felt your high coming closer and closer. Mingyu was in fact, pretty damn good with his mouth. You weren’t about to come undone yet though, so you released Wonwoo from your grip and pushed Mingyu’s head away from you. The action was met with a pitiful whine from the infuriating male.

“Oh shut up, you don’t deserve to make me cum. You’ve been nothing but a whiney, needy bitch. Like a dog in heat.” You watched him tremble as your words went straight to his dick, the vibrations from the toy doing just enough to keep him needy but not enough to get him too close to cumming again.

“You like that, being a little dog? Fucking sick, this little dog just wants a hole to fuck.” You reached down and gripped his cheeks in your hand, pushing your face just close enough for you to bite his lip before pulling away.

Your attention turned fully to Wonwoo, a small grin on his face.

“Nunu, can you show this dirty dog how to be a good boy?” A request the male was all too quick to comply with. At your instructions he stripped down under the watchful eyes of both yourself and Mingyu.

“Now i want you to sit on the table, right here. Don’t touch yourself until I get back.” You ordered, and Wonwoo nodded. As obedient as always. You glanced back at Mingyu, arms still tied behind his back, dick looking almost painfully hard and your slick covering his lips. Letting out a small chuckle before leaving the living room once more only this time on much shakier legs.

As you dug through your toybox you could hear the distinct voice of Mingyu.

“Come one Wonwoo, you should touch yourself. Don’t you wanna make her mad?” He was trying to sound in control but you could tell the over stimulation was getting to him. His words were pitchy, and he seemed to be trying to catch his breath as he egged on his boyfriend. Oh he was going to regret that.

“Not really,” Was Wonwoo’s reply. “She’ll keep you on edge for hours if you keep this up, Gyu.” The male scoffed, only his scoff came out more as a moan than anything else. You couldn’t see what he was doing but you could hear the distinct sound of the creaking couch to give away that he was in fact moving despite your instructions. Another strike.

“S-She...she’s not so tough.” Left his lips as you returned to the room, strap on in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. You could see Wonwoo’s eyes light up as he recognized the item, which just so happened to be his favorite of the strap ons that you owned. Keeping yourself behind the couch so that you obscured Mingyu’s vision of you until you had the extension snuggly strapped onto yourself.

Being the good boy he was, Wonwoo scooted himself to the edge of the table and leaned back on his hands as he waited for you. You stopped just in front of him, squeezing a nice amount of lube into your open palm and began coating the strap on, stroking the silicone toy as Wonwoo and Mingyu hungrily watched.

“Color?”

You question was followed by both men giving green, giving you the go ahead to continue. Kneeling forward, you pushed Wonwoo’s legs apart and he was more than willing to let you. His hand stayed pressed firmly against the hardwood of the coffee table, his fingers twitching slightly as he did his best to not touch himself or you until he got the go ahead. The order never came though, this was about putting on a show for Mingyu and that’s exactly what you were going to do.

You slowly prodded a lube covered finger at his ass, teasing the hole a bit before entering to begin preparing him for the much larger dildo. Once again the apartment was filled with your favorite sounds, his low breathy moans. Only this time they were accompanied by the almost whining coming from Mingyu as he lay helpless on the couch.

“See Mingyu? This is what good little boys get. Isn’t that right Nunu?” Your question was followed by a few soft teasing nips at his thigh, and another finger entering his tight hole. His moans were breathtaking to listen to, it filled you with confidence that you couldn’t describe. Your own core was practically throbbing, you had no idea you would enjoy being watched like this.

Your other hand reached up, taking Wonwoo’s massive cock and slowly pumping it just as you had done to Mingyu’s before this. The whimpers that left his lips as Mingyu squirming from his spot on the couch, desperate to be touched by something more than the vibrator that was still lightly buzzing. After a few more pumps of your hand, you removed the fingers and positioned yourself in front of the entrance.

“God, yes please please fuck me.” Wonwoo was practically begging at this point.

“Anything for my good boy.” Slowly, you pushed your hips forward to sink the thick black silicone dick inside of Wonwoo’s ass. You took a second to let him get adjusted, and to just watch him whimper below you, his back arching and his eyes screwed shut as he begged for you to move.  Which you gladly complied with.

“You’re always so good for me Nunu, my perfect boy.” You praised as you thrust into his ass, taking quick thrust just the way he liked it. Pulling out almost completely before harshly snapping your hips forward, making sure to stroke his cock in time with your trusts. The actions had him a mess below you and you could practically see Mingyu drooling as he watched the two of you.

“Mingyu, if you want this. Then I want you to rut against the couch. You better cum without me touching you or you won’t be getting anything else tonight.” It was almost instantaneous how quickly he moved, flipping over onto his stomach as he began needily humping at your couch, his eyes never leaving the scenario in front of him though as he used it to try and bring himself his much needed second release of the night.

The air felt hot and humid as the moans of the two males filled the apartment, and fuck it was hot. You weren’t even being properly touched and you were still feeling close. The feeling only growing as Wonwoo shivered below you.

“Please, please miss. F-fuck, pleae let me cum.” He whimpered, his eyes glancing over at Mingyu. Watching his boyfriend rutting against the couch like a dog in heat. For a moment you were brought out of the mood, remembering that you were just a third you had no part of the actual relationship that the two men had. Shaking your head, you quickly pulled yourself back, that was a problem for future you. Right now your only concern was making sure these men were properly fucked out.

“Go ahead, cum for me baby. Cum while your boyfriend watches me fuck you.” That was all he needed, you felt his dick twitch in your hand before thick strings of white cum left him. You continued your mistrations making sure to milk his orgasm for all it was worth. Your eyes drifted over to Mingyu, who seemed to be having a bit of trouble getting to that high once again and he looked down right pitiful.

After Wonwo had successfully come back to you, you pulled yourself from him as you decided to give Mingyu a little help. Sure you still hated him, but it would be cruel to not finish him off now.

“Stop and sit up.” You ordered, and surprisingly the male responded just as Wonwoo had, with obedience. You unlaced the tie and pulled the unsatisfying vibrator away from his cock, listening to more loud whiny moans leave his lips.

“Don’t expect me to be this nice again, you filthy dog. I have standards.” You muttered, before lowering your lips to his throbbing dick. You could hear Wonwoo’s breathy moans from behind you as he watched you suck off his boyfriend. Hollowing your cheeks and teasing his tip with your tongue seemed to be just enough to push Mingyu over the edge and you felt his thick hot release enter your mouth. Not wanting to make a mess, you just swallowed the salty liquid before pulling away and wiping your lips. His loud moans causing your core to ache in need. Which was another thing you would never admit out loud, his moans were just as delicious as Wonwoo’s.

“See? Was being good so hard?” You questioned, pulling your mouth off of his softening member. Sure you were left still needy but you could take care of that in the shower, your job here was done. They got what they wanted out of you and you’d see yourself out.

You went to stand once more, muttering something about going to take a shower and clean up when you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around you from behind. Wonwoo carefully began unstrapping the accessory from your pelvis, letting it fall to the floor between you and Mingyu with a soft thud. Followed by his lips pressing small kisses against your neck.

“Gyu, think you can finish her off?” He questioned the fucked out male on the couch in between his feather light kisses. You heard a soft groan escape Mingyu’s lips, almost as if it were a hassle but he reached out and grabbed your thighs to pull you closer to him.

“Nunu, it’s fine.” You tried to protest, but the words stopped dead in your throat as Mingyu’s tongue began to work you once again. A small curse leaving your lips as your hand found its way into Mingyu’s hair, causing him to chuckle slightly before his lips latched against your clit, his tongue working furiously to tease the nub.

“You really think we’re just going to let you leave after that?” Wonwoo questioned, his tone reminding you of the times he would switch. Taking control of your little scenarios and it had you letting out another embarrassingly loud groan. “You’re not leaving here until you cum.”

And cum you did.

A few hours later, after some showers, the three of you were gathered around the kitchen table with a small slew of pizza boxes since none of you had the actual energy to make dinner. It wasn’t awkward per se, but you certainly felt awkward. The two were casually chatting with each other as if what transpired in the living room hadn’t happened. You picked at the pepperoni on the slice in front of you. Sure you were hungry but couldn’t bring yourself to really eat more than a few bites.

“Hey, make sure to eat. You probably wore yourself out back there,” Mingyu mentioned, causing you to finally look up from your pizza and connect eyes with him. “You’re gonna need the food so you get back that energy.”

Your eyes flickered over to Wonwoo before returning to Mingyu. “I am eating.” You lied, lifting the slice to show him the small bites you had taken. “I don’t need you babying me.”

The sound of Wonwoo muttering your name had your attention on him once again, “You don’t have to be the hard one all the time.” Just like normal, he seemed to see right through you. A sigh escaped your lips as you reluctantly took another bite of the food. After you thoroughly chewed and swallowed the bite you spoke once more.

“I’ll be heading over to Josh’s tonight,” This had both men turning their gaze to you once more. The anxiety from before filled your gut once more, maybe you would even ask Josh if he was needing another roommate. “Give you guys some alone time, ya know?”

“What if...we said we wanted you to stay?” You were caught off guard by Mingyu’s declaration, fixing your nemesis with a harsh questioning gaze. He seemed to find the look amusing, once again returning to your game of cat and mouse. “Is that so bad? It’s not like you’re completely terrible company.”

“I’m not fucking you again.”

Your words had both men letting out their own unique laughs, the sound surprisingly made your heart flutter. Wonwoo’s was to be expected, but Mingyu’s that was new territory. Wonwoo took Mingyu’s hand, gently caressing the top of it with his thumb. You found your gaze lingering on the intimate action, a longing filling your chest and making you sick to your stomach. You didn’t want to just be a third that was kept around for fun times, but how were you supposed to tell them that when all your words seemed to die in your throat.

“We’re not asking for that. We...talked while you were in the shower, we’d like to give this,” Wonwoo gestured to the three of you. “A try.”

“You are aware that I absolutely hate your boyfriend though.” Which wasn’t a total lie, he was still infuriating but now that you were watching him with Wonwoo. You were seeing a side of him that you had originally not believed to exist, a side that wasn’t a complete ass.

“He’s aware, I told him all about our ‘loving’ work relationship.” Mingyu snorted as he spoke, rolling his eyes as he probably imagined how just yesterday had been for the two of you. “And we still want to give it a shot. He and I love each other, but he...also loves you.”

The confession has your heart stopping dead in your chest, eyes quickly moving back over to watch Wonwoo’s face heat up in a pink flush at Mingyu confessing for him.

“It’s the main reason I was cool with the two of you fooling around. I knew I had part of his heart, but so did you. It’s also why I wanted to meet you. It’d be easier on all of us if you and I also shared something, yeah?”

“You’re kidding right? This is all just some massive joke isn’t it? It’s not funny, guys.”  You felt your hands tremble lightly, scared that they would admit to their offer being false. That you’d be left alone and hurt at such a cruel prank. To your surprise though, Wonwoo reached across the table and took your hand in his own. Caressing the skin as he had done with Mingyu’s only moments ago.

“It’s no joke. I love you, and I hope you love me too...and can maybe even come to love Mingyu too.”

For the first time in a long time, your heart was soaring in your chest.

***

“Mingyu, I love you I really fucking do, but that doesn’t mean I’m cool with you making me wait your tables.” You complained, shoving your boyfriend from behind as the two of you entered your apartment after returning from another ridiculously long shift at your mutual job. Mingyu laughed as he slipped out of his shoes so he could make his way into the apartment proper.

“But you still let me do it, just admit it. You’re whipped for me now~”

“Oh, in your dreams, Puppy.” You could tell the nickname hit Mingyu just the right way, by now you knew all the right buttons to press to tease him without even having to touch him. Slipping off your own shoes you followed him into the living room flopping down on the couch as he turned the AC on, muttering something about how hot the stupid apartment was.

Closing your eyes, your rested your head against the back of the couch in an attempt to relax despite still being in your work clothing. It was only for a moment though, as Mingyu moved to straddle your waist.

“Down boy, tonight’s Wonwoo’s night. I don’t have the energy to deal with your ridiculous sex drive right now.” You muttered, but didn’t bother trying to push him off as he leaned forwards to nip at your neck just the way you liked it.  He pouted against the flesh but did as he was told, stopping his ‘assault’ but not bothering to move off of you.

That was how Wonwoo found the two of you when he returned home from work, the both of you fast asleep on the couch without a care in the world. He watched his partners with a soft look in his eye, heart filled with love.

It wasn’t the perfect relationship but it was one he wouldn’t trade for the world.

#svtredroom #seventeen smut #svt smut #mingyu smut #wonwoo smut #kim mingyu smut #jeon wonwoo smut

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𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. | 𝕨. 𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕦𝕚

➵ pairing: wen junhui x f!reader ➵ genre: fluff, smut, non-idol established relationship!au with a hint of domesticity ➵ summary: spending the fourth christmas season together as a couple called for new experiences to spice up your relationship. ➵ word count: 4091 ➵ warnings: fingering, cunnilingus (oral fem. receiving), dirty talk with a lotta praise, pet names, daddy kink, orgasm denial sorta?, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex technically (wrap the willy you nilly), cockwarming, use of sex toys, peg jun 2020 !!!  ➵ a/n: i blacked out and wrote the majority of this at 4am

“chan, this is not at all what i meant!” you yell into the phone making sure your so called ‘best friend’ heard you loud and clear. the cold weather combatting the steam due to your anger rising the more you look at the items that you collected from the doorstep. “what the hell is all of this?” 

“i thought you were supposed to be the kinkier one between the two of us? you should know what everything is,” chan exclaims in pure confusion. on the contrary, he didn’t know why you were suddenly fuming. every day since the first of december, all you’ve been rambling about was how you were supposed to surprise your boyfriend for christmas this year.

you guys were going on four years strong and you didn’t want the spark you two had to start to wither. you left it to the hands of your trusted best friend and chan thought he knew just the trick. “is this your way of telling me that you don’t know how to put on a strap? i’m sure it’s pretty easy, you just take-”

you couldn’t believe your ears. “no, you complete moron,” you exaggerate the last word, in hopes to drill the idiocy into his thick skull as you scatter through said items, laying them out on your bed. “i meant, why do i have it?” to be precise: a dark purple lace lingerie, a vibrator, some lube, and of course, a strap-on.

chan pauses before answering genuinely, “hun, this is how you’re gonna save your relationship.”

and to that, your mouth gapes. “you’ve got to be kidding me.” his answer takes the complete wind out of you, his words making you plop on your bed next your now lovely assortment of presents.

“i don’t know how else you wanted me to help, you guys have been doing just fine,” chan yawns, now putting you on speaker to tune out your complaints. “and if there’s nothing wrong in your everyday life, sprinkle in something new in your sex life.”

you entangle your fingers in between the gaps of the strap and bring it closer, expecting the quality of the leather. “like pegging?”

“look, i have a hunch based on the sexcapades you tell me.” you roll your eyes at his comeback, slightly regretting having him as the only one you tell everything to besides your boyfriend. “it’s at least worth a shot. who knows? maybe jun will actually like it.”

out of all the things you’ve thought of, yes - you have considered exploring more in the bedroom. not that your sex life was bland but the thought of doing something more than your regular routine did excite you. it was just a matter of how jun would react. that’s what makes you so nervous.

you ponder a little longer at chan’s words, weighing in your pros and cons. until finally, you come to a decision. with one last question in mind.

“...why dark purple?”

“i don’t know, hyung is just weird like that.”

it was a shame that jun had to work on christmas eve. presents still needed to be wrapped, cookies to bake, and an ugly fireplace to cover up with decorations. The image of you doing that alone shattered his heart to bits. 

by the time he stepped foot on his doorstep, his watch read 12:09am dec. 25 - the beginnings of christmas. he rummaged through his satchel, avoiding the fragile box inside the pocket as he retrieved his keys at the bottom of the bag. upon entering your shared home, he lets out a heavy sigh, admiring how you managed to light up the entire living room at each corner with festive lights and decorations. even putting up his favorite ornaments: christmas themed daddy and mummy pig silver bulbs, a gift originally given by his good friend, minghao. 

what started off as a dull christmas eve soon became a joyous christmas morning, replacing the thoughts of work with moments he can spend with you instead. jun prances to the bathroom where he already prepped his pajamas from this morning and began undressing, toothbrush ready in his mouth. all while getting suited up for bed, he almost completely dismisses the thought if you were even awake at this hour, saddening him just a little bit. if he was being honest, he actually wants to give you your present now rather than a few hours from now - he was far too impatient. blame his work for keeping him awake or else he would have the slightest bit of endurance. a final look and a quick wink to himself in the mirror, jun goes off to the bedroom to finally join you in bed. 

but what he finds is something far more exciting: you standing next to your shared bed wearing lace pieces that barely cover your body. 

jun instinctively closes his eyes, his hands moving up to his face. “ good god, she has no clothes on!” he shrieks, making you jump. 

you froze in your spot, laughing at your boyfriend’s remark, knowing that this was his way of loosening you up. despite this being your first time dressing up for such an occasion. you digress back onto the bed, maneuvering so you can go under your covers until a pair of arms stop you. 

“where do you think you’re going?” jun’s fingertips draw images on your bare thighs, making his way just a little closer to your desired heat that was already starting to pool through your lace bottoms. “you didn’t let me get a proper look,” his voice goes deeper, placing one of his hands on the small of your back as he hovers over you. his tall frame forcing you to lay back on the soft mattress. “that’s much better,” he shudders in anticipation, eyeing you up and down as he lets his hands wander around the curves of your body that’s now sprawled right in front of him. 

you don’t want to admit that chan was right. but the devilish gleam in jun’s eyes ignited a new feeling of shyness and excitement that has yet to be explored. you planned tonight yet this was only half of what you prepared and you were already out of focus with his hands all over you. at a loss for words for what your boyfriend will do next. 

your body relaxes the longer his touch lingers on your skin. his hands settle on the side of your hips before he crouches down to whisper in your ear. “did you get all dressed up for me, kitten?” 

a lump in your throat forms at the new nickname, but you manage to respond with a snarky remark. “no, i’ve been waiting for santa claus to come,” your giggle barely audible. 

he chuckles next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. your breath hitches feeling his cold fingers slip inside your lace panties, softly rubbing the spot around your hip bone as his other hand rides up your thin top to cup your breast. bringing himself back up, a smirk forms to match the look in his eyes. “well santa claus isn’t the one looking down at how fucking beautiful you are.” 

your mouth gapes, not expecting that kind of your response from your rather bashful boyfriend. but you sure as hell thought it was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. the anticipation finally dies away when you finally reach out to connect his lips with yours. 

the kiss is messy, teeth clashing, your tongues passing by each other to explore each other’s mouths. jun has no idea what’s gotten over him, maybe it was the minimal amount of sleep that’s slipped into his system. his body running on the sudden rush of endorphins that erupted through his body and now, he doesn’t want to stop. 

“i mean it,” he says between kisses. “you’re so gorgeous.” situating himself between your legs, his lips travel down your neck, sucking on the soft spot behind your jaw as he eagerly pulls down your panties. you sigh once you feel the sudden cold air hitting your pussy. still untouched, jun licks the new formed purple mark on the skin of your neck before lowering himself to where you needed him the most. 

apparently, four years isn’t enough for you to be comfortable opening up to your boyfriend. you keep ankles crossed, attempting to close your legs trapping jun’s fingers on your thighs, causing him to sigh in disappointment. “kitten, how many times do i need to remind you? you don’t have to be shy around daddy.” with the help of his forearms, he prys your legs apart. the wider your legs go, the closer he is to your alluring pussy. 

“wait!” you urged, catching jun’s attention with worry. a pout forming on your lips, “this isn’t fair.” 

he gives you a puzzled look, instinctively patting the area of his pockets as if he forgot something, only taking him seconds for him to realize what he’s forgotten. you’re right, how silly of jun to not think for himself. for a guy that might be full of himself, he doesn’t want to show off to just anyone. and with a single tug, he swiftly removes his silk pajama shirt, your mouth waters over how toned your boyfriend is - eyeing his happy trail disappearing into his pants. 

“you’re already tempting me enough, baby. now be a good girl and open wide for me,” he murmurs, finally sliding a single finger across your folds. a small gesture enough to send your head back. “already this wet for me? must have been so lonely without me today. huh, princess?” he lowers his head back down while his fingers circle around your entrance. “i’m sorry kitten, i’ll make it up to you, i promise. i’ll make you feel good.” 

finally leveled with your cunt, he parts your folds to reveal all your sweet parts. keeping one hand ready to enter your hole, jun delivers a nice long lick to your slit, stopping just below your clit. you release a breathy whine, cursing under your breath at the lack of contact. you know what he’s doing, trying to “make things up to you” but you were extra needy today. you needed things to go faster. in this train of events, you’re not the one that needs the prepping for the main dish. 

you lend a helping hand, your middle finger circling your clit as your other hand rakes through jun’s hair, pushing him further into your pussy. his growls send vibrations all throughout your lower half, causing you to spread your legs out wider and signal him to start pushing fingers into your entrance. his name leaves your lips as you moan, feeling jun’s tongue go in and out of your throbbing hole, stroking your core. one finger. then two. soon enough, you’re taking three fingers in, jun still lapping at your folds. no matter how used to your body is to his touch, the sound of your juices slapping against jun’s fingers almost humbles you. and it’s so easy for him to find the right spot, he’s able to find it so fast yet you don’t want to give it to him yet. glancing down below, jun is too entranced by your sweet pussy to meet your gaze but the visible tent in his pants catches yours. an evident sign that it was time. 

with the hand still interlocked in his hair, you pull him back into a sloppy kiss, running your hands down to palm his erection while tasting your own essence on jun’s lips. “why’d you make me stop, sweet girl? i felt you were close,” his breaths uneven, his fingers still sitting in your pussy, thumb pressing against your clit. he lets out a shaky groan under your touch, freeing his dick from pants and rubbing the tip with your thumb so you could spread his precum up and down his shaft. 

“i want to cum with you inside me,” you assert yourself as you begin to sit up, your hands on jun’s shoulders for support as you straddle your knees so your entrance is just above his cock. 

it is taking everything in jun’s power not to bust his load right then and there. he’s convinced it’s something in the air intertwined with the magic of the christmas spirit or something of the sort. his sweet little kitten about ready to pounce is a sight he can get used to seeing. 

kicking his bottoms off his ankles, jun keeps a hand on your waist as the other wraps your inner thigh from the outside to keep your position. “who am i to say no to my babygirl?” 

with those words alone, you melt - sliding your wet pussy down on his cock, fitting in so easily, it’s concerning. jun gasps, throwing his head back, feeling your walls so warm around him, your ass grazing the front of his balls. you wince, dropping your head down as you try to force a smile. as good as it felt, how full you felt, you forget how big jun can get. what he lacks in girth, he definitely makes up in length. so much it makes you gag. 

while you adjust, jun distracts you by peppering kisses starting from your forehead, working down to your breasts, carefully removing your last piece of clothing. kisses here, small licks there, leaving small marks across your shoulders and collarbones. his hand moving up from your waist to rub and twist your nipples as he comes back up to lick your outer ear, sending shocks all over your body. 

just as you were about to move, you feel jun push you away.  

“baby, is that lube inside your dresser?” he raises an eyebrow as he cocks his head to the side in genuine confusion.

you blush a dark crimson when you realize how far you left your dresser open next to your bed, with the lube peaking out, as well as bits of leather from your flimsy strap. 

events are happening a little faster than you’d hope - your orgasm still waiting for your release. but knowing the attention span your boyfriend has, his curiosity will last longer than you can hold out a single session. so you might as well ride the waves and take advantage of it while you still have the courage. 

“do you want to see what i got you for christmas?” you smirk, your lips delivering a small peck before you reach out your arms to retrieve the unwrapped presents that were hidden away. his eyes lighting up as you pull them out one by one, biting the corner of your lips as you feel his cock twitch between your walls. 

“oh? does my baby want to try something on daddy?” he grunts as he winds up to meet your pelvis. “you want to see how far i can take a dick up my ass?” jun’s smirk practically reaches the corner of his eyes as he slowly pulls out, shivering as he hears you whine at the loss of contact. 

“y-yes,” you whisper shyly. “i think it’d be fun,” your hands are already stirring to open the container of lube. 

jun hums in response, pleasantly amused by this new situation you’ve found yourself in. he places a gentle kiss on your lips to reassure you. “if that’s what makes my kitten happy.”

you feel slightly embarrassed standing in front of your boyfriend. the strap fits nicely around your hips and apparently so does the dildo that is now protruding from your pelvis, not hiding much else. jun on the other hand, looked overjoyed and jittery. like a kid going to the playground for the first time. sitting at the edge of the bed he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer, trapping your lips as your chests touch. “even like this, you look so enticing,” he says with his lips hovering over yours. 

his hands trail from your forearm to your hands. “you won’t be needing this,” jun takes the vibrator from your grasp and waves it in front of you. “at least not on me.” the button clicks causing the small object to move at a steady pace and making contact with the small of your collarbone. you shudder, your body beginning to shiver as it travels down your body, across your already hard nipples, and circling around the area just above your clit before he inserts the vibrator in your leaking cunt. 

you fall forward, stopping yourself on jun’s shoulders as you feel the vibrator hit your walls. you watch as jun takes a plentiful amount of lube on his hands to lavishly spread it around your shaft, surprised how at ease jun looks. prepping for this moment, there were a lot of scenarios that you had depicted this would go. none of them picturing jun still very much in control of the situation. you decide not to question it now wasn’t the time to thank him for how grateful you are for him already knowing what to do when your release was slowly catching up to you once again. 

with his clean hand, he grabs your wrist to put it up to his mouth. sticking out his tongue, he coats his saliva all around and wets fingers even more as he sucks in both your index and your middle. “all i need is two fingers, baby, okay? i’ll let you know when.” 

the moment of truth comes when jun lays his back on the mattress, arms and legs wide open. you nervously trace around his eager hole, pulsating at your touch, accidentally putting both fingers in causing jun to arch his back and shrieking in pain and pleasure. 

you panic. “babe, i’m so sorry! i d-“ 

you feel jun’s thighs shaking but spreads out more in response to your actions, wanting more of what you can give despite the pain. “no no no! it’s fine baby just keep going, you’re doing good.”

gathering up your courage to start again, you begin to pump your fingers in and out - a skill you were used to doing yourself so at least you had confidence in that. mentally taking deep breaths, you relax your body and ease up your fingers. you intently watch how his hole swallows your fingers, wanting to give him more, increasing your speed. each time you feel hin wall squeeze your fingers, you spread them apart farther causing jun to wince and whimper.

your other hand finds itself messaging jun’s balls, a weak spot of his you came to know, while he takes the liberty of stroking his own cock, still propped up against his stomach. but you’re aching, needing something to fill you up. in which you give his cock a long lick from the base of the shaft to the slit, giving the tip a nice suck before popping it out. 

he reaches across to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to face him. “god princess, as much as i would love your pretty mouth around my cock, i think we have other matters to attend to,” he groans, continuing to move his other hand up and down. “baby, i’m ready when you are.”

you’re shaking nervously again as you pull your fingers out, stalling by putting extra lube on the material “for extra measure”. gripping jun’s hips, you line yourself just like before - but this time in reverse. your shaft touching the entrance of jun’s puny, swollen hole. your instincts tell you to close your eyes as you enter him. but your mind has you admiring how vulnerable jun looks as he slowly comes undone for you. 

a sudden rush of power comes over you. you obviously can’t feel the same sensations he feels, but god can you see it. the gripping of the bedsheets. his quivering legs wrapped around you. biting his lip, covering his face, hand over his mouth to suppress the lewd sounds he’s making. was this what you looked like? 

“kitten, please,” jun squeaks trying to buck his hips up as he notices you slowing down your pace. “you’re doing perfectly, please go faster baby, i know you can.” he struggles to come up, meeting your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip for entrance in which you willingly give him. as he explores you caven once again, you inch your way deeper into his hole, jun moaning into your mouth as his legs begin to weaken. 

maneuvering around your bottom halves, his fingers nudges your clit making you gasp, realizing the vibrations still going on in your cunt. “you’re doing so well, i know you want to cum kitten,” jun says, lips tickling the side of your neck. “i’ll give it to you baby, just do this for daddy,” he kisses your cheek, his touch lingering on your body before he lays back down.

you want to cum so badly and dare you say that you don’t need jun’s help for this one, not this time. jun may be operating the mission but you’re carrying out the plans, you’re the one that gets to watch jun wither away in nothing but ecstasy. and that pools you little cunny to no end. 

being considerate of jun’s workplace, you place your hands on the side of his torso, careful not to leave marks on the company’s golden star. giving him bold, deep and fast strokes, making his eyes water. each push causing him to flail his arms and arch his back to let out all his beautiful moans. 

on the other hand, you’re tearing up on your own as you feel your pussy swelling up, impatiently waiting for your release to come. 

jun hears your silent weeping and starts pumping his shaft. “don’t worry kitten, i’m so close. just a little more for me, right there.” he throws his head back, blinding himself in the blissful sensation. 

you pump as fast as you can, not minding how uneven your thrusts are, wanting so badly to finish. from jun’s heavy panting and hissing, you can tell he was close. when your body couldn’t take anymore, with one last jerk up, you let your orgasm spool right out of you. your head down as you watch your thick white cum coat the red carpet underneath you. a mess you can clean up later. looking up, you find jun’s own mess all over his stomach with even some on his chin. out of breath, his eyes find yours and curves his lips into a proud smile.

but gosh are you exhausted. weak in the knees from holding in your orgasm for what seems like hours. you release yourself from your attire, including the merciless machine stuck between your legs, and crawl on top of your bed, collapsing on the pillow and soft cushions. 

“are you okay princess?” jun’s voice chimes in your ears, bringing you back to reality. he cups your cheeks while taking your hand to message your inner thighs. “does it hurt anywhere? any cramps? do you want me to run a bath for you?” he gracily pulls your body towards him, forcing you to sit up. “let me clean you up. anything else you need, baby?”

despite how out of breath you are, you manage to speak. “no,” you murmur. “cuddles.” swinging your arms around, jun’s towering frame tropples down back into your embrace with his head on your shoulders. 

a nice silence brims the air as you hum a show tune under your breath in combination with jun’s train of compliments along the lines of “you did so good” and “you’re gorgeous”. your eyes begin to falter as the silence draws out, your body slowly drifting numb. 

“wait, i want to give you my christmas gift!” jun shoots up from the bed, not bothering to put any clothes on as he runs out of the room. you laugh, covering your face with your duvet as you watch him come back wearing his satchel around his neck with the bag covering his dick.  

he wistfully catches the pillow you throw at him and plops on the spot beside you. “close your eyes,” he smiles, jumbling through his work bag. 

“i think i’m actually supposed to open the present myself,” you giggle, fully entering your sheets. 

“oh also,” jun avoids your gaze. a redness flushing his cheeks as he shyly takes out a small box. “can you hold out your hand?”

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[secndlife]

pairing: seungcheol x female reader

genre: smut, frat boy!seungcheol

summary: seungcheol seemed to have a lot of confidence when he was allowing words to pass through his lips. but could he actually back it up?

word count: 4.2k

warnings: fingering, dirty talking, minor degradation, semi-public sex. 

song

When you stepped foot into the Gamma Omega Tau house, the first thing that hit you was the smell of sweat. Frat parties were known for their sent being a mix of that and alcohol. You weren't particularly fond of it, but as you decided to have a couple of drinks at Doki’s dorm beforehand, it didn't really bother you. Now, with perhaps a bit too much alcohol running through your veins, it was even more irrelevant. 

You were holding a ping pong ball on your right hand and had a set of four red cups placed in front of you. You were winning. You had learned beer pong with some French friends a couple of years ago, while studying abroad. The funny thing was, you hated beer. It was too bitter and you often wondered how people drank it. So whenever you were playing, you made sure to have someone strong by your side to ingest the party favorite liquid and whatever you were having by hand to chug if needed. 

“So, it seems like you're about to lose,” you told Seungcheol over the bass boosted music, voice loud in an attempt to make itself heard. You had one cup to hit and he had four. A drunk Doki stood faithfully by your side, glad you were probably about to win everything so they could finally rest. 

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, “That's not fair, Joshua sucks.” The target of the oldest man elbowed his side and he whined in fake pain. Seungcheol ran his fingers through his hair and, for a second, you almost lost focus over the way he looked. 

Your shoulders moved in a shrug, “Not our problem.” You shot the black haired man an amused smile, “Seems like you can't really back up all the talking you do.”

“You will not win.” His tone was strong and almost threatening. He hated to lose, being way too competitive for his own good. You liked to take advantage of that when you could. 

You giggled at his words, “Yeah, sure.” You were not losing as well. 

You were not sure how that happened, but you missed the shot. And the next couple of them. Seungcheol managed to get a cup and Joshua, miraculously, did two. Doki complained at every single hit, but drank the beer nonetheless. You offered them an apologetic look and they brushed it away, a grin resting on their features to let you know they weren't actually upset. 

“Isn't this an interesting turn of events?” Seungcheol told his game partner while his eyes were stuck on yours. You shook your head in denial. “Don't be sad, baby. You can win at the next party.” The smirk on his lips made you want to punch him. And maybe, just maybe, kiss it better afterwards. 

You huffed, “We haven't lost yet.” There was no way you'd lose this. “Nor we will.”

Seungcheol laughed once again. “I’ll tell you what, if you win, I’ll stop flirting with you.” You raised a brow at his words. When you said nothing, he continued. “If we win, you have to finally kiss me.”

Seungcheol was captain of the soccer team, Sigma Tau's president and resident heartthrob. He had tried to get into your pants a bit too many times and you didn't quite know how you managed to escape. To be honest, you didn't really know why you tried to escape. It wasn't due to lack of interest as you often flirted back, enjoying the game too much. You just never really sealed the deal. Maybe today would be the day he finally got to taste you.

You thought about it for a second, confident enough in your skills to know you wouldn't lose. And, even if you did, you’d somehow win. “Fine.”

The smile that appeared on Seungcheol’s face was almost unbearable. Doki shook their head in amusement while handing you the ball. You let out a breath while eyeing the man in front of you. 

“C'mon, throw it.” You exhaled again and followed his commands. 

Although you couldn't really hear it, the sound of the plastic object hitting the not so cold liquid was like music to your ears. You and Doki celebrated with some hugs and perhaps too loud screaming while Seungcheol’s expression dropped in disappointment. 

He pouted, “Do I really have to stop the flirting, though?”

You licked your lips and did nothing but shoot him a wink, disappearing into the engulfing crowd with Doki behind you. Seungcheol was left with nothing but a loss and an insane wish to push you up against a wall and kiss you like there was no tomorrow.

Later on, he found you by the now almost empty balcony, back resting by the metal bars behind you. As he walked in your direction, you allowed yourself to finally take in the way he looked and, for your own sake, you wished you hadn't. He had a black, well fitted pair of jeans that exposed a bit of his thigh and also black shirt, which was tucked in, flattering his figure even more. The purple and silver jacket made him look expensive, while the chains around his neck gave him a somewhat overdressed image. His raven hair was pushed back and he was wearing red sunglasses. Yeah, today would most likely be the day.

“Isn't it a bit too dark for you to have these on?” You said when he was close enough to touch. 

He laughed, “It's part of the concept.” Seungcheol brought the red cup to his lips and your eyes instinctively followed his motion.

You shook your head, an interested grin on your face. “And what's the concept?” 

“Looking hot enough to make you want to sleep with me.” There was something in his tone that made you believe that he knew you were actually considering it. He earned himself another chuckle. “Where’s Doki?”

You shrugged, “Probably making out with Joshua somewhere.” Seungcheol hummed in acknowledgment. Not long after, you leaned in, gently removing the sunglasses from him. A couple of strands of his hair fell on his eyes and his skin heated up at your touch. Once you had the item by the tip of your nose, you stared at him, “How do I look?”

The smirk he had on made him look slightly more dangerous than what he actually was. “Too good.”

You smiled at the compliment. “Aren’t you supposed to drop the flirting now that you lost on beer pong?”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow at you and took one step closer. “Is that what you want?” You could smell his breath - it was a mix of mint and beer. It was embarrassing how much you wanted to taste it.

The two of you were way too similar. It was as if he could see right through you, as if you were a mirror to him. He knew it all too well. 

You held eye contact for some time, the red lenses of the glasses making the situation more intense than it should. 

“Can I ask you something?” He nodded, his dark orbits stuck on yours. You felt naked under his stare. “Why haven’t you given up on this yet?”

You were genuinely curious. You were no stranger to flirting and teasing, being well aware that there was only so much time until Seungcheol would just move on to a next conquest. Maybe this was part of the reason why you never gave in - because you didn't want to be just that, a conquest. You knew he had his share of fun. He didn't have a bad reputation, but you've heard more than once about the things he did to some sorority girls between four walls. 

When his teeth peeked out to hold his bottom lip against them, you felt shivers down your spine. Was it the alcohol? “Because when I finally get you, I know it will be worth it.”

You chuckled lowly. If he wasn't this close, he wouldn't be able to hear it. But he did hear it and, for some reason, it went straight to his pants. “And what makes you so certain you’ll get me?”

Another step. Seungcheol leaned in, hands resting by the bar and caging you between the cold metal and his warm body. “Won't I?”

The way he was confident vocalizing that made you tremble. And you didn't know if it was on the drinks, or on the fact that you just felt like getting some, or on the way he looked tonight. But when you realized, you pressed your lips on his. You found entertaining how he wasn't actually caught by surprise, hands immediately finding their way to your waist and pulling you closer. The kiss wasn't slow or gentle, but you guessed it was only fair considering the amount of built up tension that finally found a way to materialize itself. 

Your fingers went to the hair at his nape and, when you pulled it slightly, you felt him groan against you. You giggled, pulling back slightly, “Moaning already?”

“You made me wait for too long,” he said, leaning in again and attaching himself to you once more. 

The two of you kissed for some time and it felt too good. You wondered why you had denied yourself the pleasure of Choi Seungcheol for so long. It was roaming hands and hungry lips. It was embarrassed giggles and swallowed moans. At some point, Seungcheol got himself flushed against you while placing threatening marks by your neck. “We need to either stop or take this somewhere else,” he said, between gentle bites. He trailed his way back to your mouth, hands now holding your face in a way that almost didn't match the obscenity of your actions.

He stared at you for a minute, almost as if he was searching for signs of regret or discomfort. Almost as if he was too scared you didn't actually want this and would ask him to stop while he had a very evident boner. He wanted it too much. He wanted you too much.

“Okay,” you said, grinning at the man in front of you.

“Okay?” You still haven't given him what he wanted. He needed to hear you say it. He didn't want to take any unsure steps. 

You took his hand in yours, “Let's take this somewhere else.”

Walking back into the house, the two of you spent a good couple of minutes trying to find an empty spot. As the party was almost dying down, so this meant most of the rooms were occupied. You thought of going back to yours, but it was too far and so was Sigma Tau. You would never make it. Out of sheer luck, Seungcheol managed to twist the doorknob of a small closet. He went inside and you followed, not even bothering looking around to see if you were being noticed.

“This place is too dark,” you whined while Seungcheol kissed whatever piece of skin he could reach from behind you. You turned on your phone’s flashlight and looked around. There were jackets and cleaning materials and just general junk. Still, the place was big enough for the two of you to actually move around. You managed to place your phone at the pocket in one of the jackets just to get enough lightning around. 

Seungcheol turned you around and pinned you up against the wall, hands caressing your sides. “I knew I'd get you.”

“I can still go home and leave you hanging,” you teased while nibbling at one of the prominent veins on his neck.

He let out a low moan, being slightly conscious of the fact that he was about to actually do something to you inside a frat closet. “Will you?” It was almost a rhetorical question. He knew the answer already.

You laughed, “Not today.” He squeezed your ass through your skirt in response. “I kinda want to see if you can back up all the talking you do.”

Seungcheol straightened himself, hands once against by your waist and eyes on yours. “Is that a dare?”

You did nothing but smirk, and he took it as a yes. He leaned back in, kissing you once again. Seungcheol tasted like a long-term need. Like something you've been craving for ages and then you finally get to have it. He tasted like lust and eagerness. 

He moved your skirt upwards, making the fabric rest by your waist. One of his hands moved to your breasts, squeezing them a bit too roughly. You liked it. Your breathing was erratic, almost as if you had just run a marathon. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispered against your lips. 

“Anything.” For a second, you wondered if you were surrendering yourself too much already. 

When Seungcheol laughed, you decided the overthinking wasn't worth it. “What about my fingers inside this pretty pussy?” He said, rubbing your folds through your underwear. 

That thought alone was enough to make you crumble. “Fuck, please.” Funny how not long ago you were reminding him he should quit the flirting, and now you were literally begging for him to just finger you inside that damn frat closet.

“Maybe I should make you work for it first.” He took your hand and placed it above his cock. “Make you be a good girl and take care of this.” You stroked him through his jeans and he hissed at the feeling. But after thinking about it for a moment, he changed his mind. “No, you know what? I want to show you all you’ve been missing.”

You felt your pussy clench at his words. The way he looked at you could be considered sweet if he wasn't about to wreck you at any minute. He took his time on his way down. He touched your jaw, your neck and your chest. He touched your breasts, your waist, your navel. It was like he was making sure your whole skin was on fire before he finally gave you what you wanted. 

Once he got to your underwear, he slowly pushed it to the side. There was no time to actually feel cold when a small hint of wind hit you. Not when the whole room was burning up. His middle fingers ran through your folds and you sighed in relief. “Fuck, how are you this wet?” He inquired. When you did nothing but moan, he spoke again. “I asked you a question.” 

“Can't you just please finger me?” You whined, hands moving to grab his wrist at a desperate move to get some action. Bad choice. Seungcheol had the upper hand. 

“No.” He said, pulling his hand back. “I’ll take my time and you will behave. Otherwise, you’ll get nothing.”

You stared at him, eyes filled with desperation. Still, you wouldn't lose the facade. “Weren't you the one that was almost begging to fuck me?”

A dark chuckle left him. “Yeah.” He traced the outline of your jaw and the touch was almost featherweight. “But now that I got you where I wanted, I’ll do it my way.” When you kept on glaring at him, he spoke again. “Take it or leave it.”

A part of your pride wanted to leave it. Fuck Choi Seungcheol and his smug ass. However, you were too damn wet to go home hanging. “Fine,” you huffed in annoyance.

“Good girl,” he said, while his finger went back to your pussy. He spreaded the wetness through your folds and you held back a moan. “If we were somewhere else, I’d want to hear you out,” Seungcheol’s voice was barely a whisper, “but here you really have to be quiet. You don't want to get caught with my fingers inside your pussy, do you?” You shook your head, not finding the strength to vocalize your response.  

He then started to slowly push his middle finger inside and you grabbed his shoulder for support. “Shit,” you blurted out. 

Seungcheol leaned in and placed a kiss by your cheek. How could he be so damn soft in such a dirty context? “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“So good.” You felt the room spinning the deeper his finger got. You knew that, if it wasn't for the loud party music, everyone would be able to hear how wet you were. You had no shame at this point.

He smiled in pride. “So damn wet,” he said while pushing his finger in and out of you. “Such a little whore for my fingers, aren't you?”

The way profanities rolled out of his tongue like they were nothing caught you off guard. You heard about how he was in bed. About how dominant he was, how he was a giver. And within minutes of action, all the rumours were being proven right. 

Still, it wasn't enough. So you'd just give in. You had no other choice. “More, please,” you murmured. Your head was resting against the wall and it was disturbing how quickly you felt you'd cum. 

“Since you're asking so nicely,” he said, giving you a peck by the corner of your mouth. With his free hand, he supported himself by the surface behind you, making sure his lips were still close enough to reach you. “Just spread your legs a bit, baby.”

You did as you were told and, not long after, you felt his middle finger entering you as well. Seungcheol’s fingers weren’t thin, the stretch being oh too delicious not to let out any noise. He was quick to swallow the hums that managed to pass your lips. 

At some point, he picked up the pace, both his fingers going at a deadly speed. Seungcheol couldn't take his eyes off you. He wanted to study every single reaction. He wanted to have it all engraved in his mind. He wanted to know how you looked when he was fucking you up. He waited so long for this and, now that he had it, he never wanted it to end. 

Unconsciously, you started to move your hips to meet his movements. For a split second, he thought about stopping you. He needed you to know he was the one in control. But the way your lips parted due to the extra stimulation made him decide against it. He ended up coaxing you instead. “So you like to ride my fingers, huh?” Seungcheol leaned in and licked the side of your neck. “So dirty.” All you did was nod, too lost in the wave of sensations that was washing over you. You were so fucking beautiful he was about to lose it. This was a hundred times better than what he had imagined. 

When he curled up his fingers, he hit a particularly good spot, making you mewl. He bit your neck in some sort of punishment. “I’m starting to think you want to get caught,” he said, an airly laugh causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

“I’m sorry,” you babbled. “It just feels too good.”

Seungcheol was filling you up in every single way, and you cursed yourself for not falling for his charms earlier on. You could've been fucked like this for a long time now. If his fingers were this good, you couldn't wait for how he was with his cock. This reminded you that he was probably painfully hard, so you reached out for him. Much for your surprise, he rejected your touch. “No, I'm taking care of you now. This can wait.” 

You were too immersed to argue, so you just let your arm fall limp by your side, while the other one kept on hanging onto his shoulder. Seungcheol couldn't stop kissing you. His lips were everywhere and you couldn't focus on anything besides everything he was giving you. It was like there was no outside world past the small closet door. 

Seungcheol tried to keep himself together. He tried to take it slow and not go full force. But that seemed like an impossible task with the way you looked and the way you sounded. He was just so fucking turned on by the way you moved your hips against his fingers and how pretty you were that he couldn't stop.

You felt him moving faster and with each thrust of his fingers, you were closer and closer to the edge. You had never been touched like this. Like nothing else matters besides you and your body. Like you're the most addictive of drugs. Like you’re actually all he has ever wanted because maybe, you were. 

“You’re clenching so hard, I can barely keep them in, fuck.” Your nails dug deeper against his jacket, the stones in it almost hurting your hand. You didn't care. You needed to hold on to him or you'd probably collapse. You were just so close. “If you're like this with just my fingers, I can't imagine how you’ll be with my cock. I don't think you will be able to take it.”

The thought of Seungcheol actually fucking you almost drove you mad. How could he be so good at this? “I will. I’ll behave.” You had no remorse at this point. You'd do whatever it took to have him fucking you at some point. 

He licked your lips and he tasted like the beer he drank earlier. “We’ll see.” You felt his gaze on you and you forced yourself to open your eyes. Seungcheol stared right into your soul and you had never felt this exposed. “But tonight you’re just gonna cum all over my hand like the good little slut you are.”

You closed your eyes shut once again, your orgasm starting to hit. Seungcheol couldn't hear it clearly, but the little he picked up on the slick noises coming out of your pussy was like the sweetest of melodies to him. You wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. “Shit, I'm gonna cum.”

He let out a small laugh, “I know. You can cum.”

And so you did. Your body had never reacted to anyone like that. You rarely came from penetration, let alone fingering. Seungcheol was insane. It was like you belonged to him and him only. 

You muttered his name over and over again, like it was the only word you knew. Like it was a mantra. His fingers kept moving and it was like you were being sent into overdrive. “Enough, please. Fuck. I can't take it.”

Seungcheol finally slowed down, but didn't stop completely just yet. “Sensitive?” He asked by your ear, voice as smooth as it could be. 

You nodded, “Enough. Really.” You tried to let go of his shoulder, but you had a feeling you'd collapse, so you just prayed he’d listen and get his fingers out. 

Thankfully, he did. Your chest was moving up and down and you could barely catch your breath. You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw were Seungcheol’s wet hand right in front of you. “Open up.” The smirk across his face made you vow you'd do anything he says. He just didn't know that yet. 

You got your tongue out and, when he got his fingers in, he felt like he was literally in heaven. You looked immaculate. When you were done, he took your face between his hands and leaned in for another kiss. You tasted so fucking sweet he wanted nothing more than to feel it forever. 

Not long after, your hand started to move across his belt and he took your wrist to stop it. You looked at him in confusion. “Let's save that for another day,” he said with a smile. 

You furrowed your brows, fingers still by the metal buckle. “What?” He was evidently hard. There was no way he didn't want you to suck him off. 

“Don't want to use everything on the same day.” He took your hand in his, lacing them together. “Meaning I want to do this again.”

“So you think that if I suck you off today, we won't do any of it again?” You said with a gentle laugh. 

His cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Seungcheol was confident and he could back that up just fine. It was just that he was so into you, he didn't want to risk it. “Maybe?”

You squeezed his hand in reassurance, “I can suck you off today and tomorrow and the day after that too if you want.”

He got himself closer, pressing you gently against the wall once again. “I do want it.” You smiled at him and he felt his heart skipping a beat. “But really, it's okay. Tonight I just wanted to show you what you were missing on.”

“And how is me sucking you off not doing exactly that?” You tried to convince him. You were pretty sure he was going to get blue balls soon.

Seungcheol giggled, leaning in to place a peck by your cheek. “Not tonight, baby.” He'd rather not get any than to face the uncertainty of not having you like that again. “Let's just say you owe me one.”

You shook your head, “And how do you plan on leaving the room with this massive boner down there?”

He turned you around, quickly adjusting your skirt and then pulling you against his chest. Seungcheol rested his head by your shoulder, kissing the side of your neck once more. “Like this.” 

a/n: please do not judge me i have back it up seungcheol brainrot. i literally thought about this all day long and. like. yeah. this is literally the sexiest seungcheol i’ve ever seen. anyway. i haven't written smut in so long and i think i kinda hate this with a passion. but is 4am and i wrote this in idk a couple of hours in one sitting so i will just post it and fuck it. if i wake up tomorrow and decide to delete bc i think it sucks ! no one will know ! yeah so. yeah. thanks @bbugyu​ and @babiemingoo​ for proofreading, love you mwah!!!! i hope you guys like this? hm yeah. my askbox is always open so feel free to stop by!

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[peachycheol]

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➸ summary: after a long semester of fleeting glances and teasing touches, you and chan are looking forward to your friend group’s weekend trip to the lakehouse, where both of you plan to finally let off some steam. ➸ genre: pwp, college!au, friends to lovers ➸ pairing: college student!chan x reader ➸ teaser warning: heavy make out, dry humping in bathing suits, slight nipple play, they’re really horny :p ➸ teaser w.c: 804 ➸ estimated w.c: ~6k  ➸ release date: may 2021 ➸ taglist: @simpforscoups​ (send an ask to me or @haechanblr​ if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

➸ author’s note: after a long wait, the first entry of the summer lovin’ collab with my love @haechanblr will soon be here! to thank you guys for being patient, i decided to give you guys a little sneak peek into the fic. i hope you enjoy!! love you peaches 🥰✨

“Where are you going?” Jeonghan calls you from where he is wading in the lake, just as you are about to slip away after Chan. The curious lilt in his voice does nothing to hide the knowing smile on his lips. “We were about to play some beach volleyball, and Seungkwan said he wanted you on our team!” 

“Oh, I uh—” You mentally curse yourself for stammering, which only makes Jeonghan’s eyes shine with even more mischievous delight. He knows damn well where you’re going. “I’m just going to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back, but feel free to start without me!” 

“But we need even teams to play,” Seungkwan whines. He’s already taking out the net he had packed. You nearly want to look up to the sky and ask the higher powers why they go through so much effort to prevent you from getting some dick. That is before Jeonghan finally offers a sliver of hope to you. 

“I’m sure they won’t make us wait too long,” Jeonghan says. “They’ll be back in 10? 15 minutes?” 

You gape at the senior. Months of waiting to get laid by Lee Chan and you will only have enough time for a quickie. That’s not nearly enough time to fulfill all the filthy promises you had made to him--  but then you imagine the relief of finally feeling Chan’s hands on you, ridding you of your swimsuit and taking you fast and hard against the kitchen counter, and the way you clench around nothing has you quickly relenting. “Yup, I’ll come back in 15 minutes!” 

“We also need a referee, so can you make sure that Chan comes too?” Seungkwan asks as he sets up. 

“Oh, I think they can definitely make sure Chan comes.” You hate that you’re the only one who catches Jeonghan’s eyebrow wiggle when he locks eyes with you. 

Thankfully you’re also the only one who catches his meaning, saving you from feeling any more heat and humiliation. “Sure thing!” you chirp, but your eyes are shooting daggers at Jeonghan who only lets out a delighted cackle. The sound echoes after you as you turn to finally run up the hill to the lake house.  

15 minutes, your ass. You’re going to take your sweet time. 

Once you reach the sliding glass doors, you spot Chan, who is very obviously not retrieving more sunscreen as he had stated. Instead, he is sitting on the couch of the downstairs lounge. Waiting. For you. You bite your lip in an attempt to contain your excitement, which is now bubbling pleasantly at the pit of your stomach, as you slowly slide the door open. 

“Took you long enough,” Chan says once your eyes meet, though his gaze quickly slides down, properly drinking in the sight of you in your bathing suit, which still clings to you from your dip in the lake. When his eyes return to yours, you see how his eyes have gone dark with the same want you have been bearing for months now. 

“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” You stride up to where he’s sitting, and he takes hold of your hips with impatient hands, pulling you into him as your lips finally, finally meet. 

Immediately, you move to straddle him, and settle on top of his lap with a small whine. The kiss is as desperate as it is indulgent as you both take the time to savor the feeling of lips and tongue and teeth with little breaths in between. Chan’s fingers feel warm as they slide over your torso in search of bare skin, pressing his hands into your ribcage and back down to your waist where he squeezes and pulls you closer.

“Fuck,” he grits out against your lips, guiding you to grind your hips over him again. Both your bathing suits leave little up to the imagination, and you let out a shaky moan when you  feel how he is already half hard in his swim shorts. Your own flimsy suit rubs against your clit deliciously, and you grab onto Chan’s shoulders for some sort of support as you quickly lose yourself in the small taste of pleasure. And unsurprisingly, you only feel hungry for more.

You reach down to take hold of one of Chan’s wandering hands and guide it to cup over your breast, nipples already pebbled and sensitive underneath the damp fabric. A shiver runs up your spine, a quiet whine slipping past your lips, once he runs his thumb over the nubs teasingly. “Ch-chan,” you plead, and he knows exactly what you’re begging for, but he just continues lightly grazing over your breast and pressing hot kisses to your throat. “We need to—mmh— w-we need to hurry.”

“Hurry? Baby, I’m just getting started with you.” 

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[hongnanglen-arina]

The Ulzzang Project - Part 8 FINAL | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre: Fluff, crack and smut

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: hella suggestive but there's no real real smut? and it’s not proofread 🙈

Words: 11.2k

A/N: Hello hello there!!! Sorry again for the rather long break and wait!! I want to thank everyone of you for reading my works despite bad grammar hehe sorry for that! Also I want to apologize that this part won't have the real smutty part. Do you know the struggle when you want to write smut but imagining the scene is so hot you just can't write it down? Well... that was my problem haha... but anyways, Hope this part won't feel rushed while reading. Please feel free to send me your thoughts. I'm really interested what you think about it and it may give ideas for future works. Enjoy this last part and feel my virtual hugs and kisses. Thank you for the support! Love you all! ♡

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“Please tell me it’s not just a misunderstanding.”

A misunderstanding that you liked your best friend more than you should? It hadn’t been long since you realized what your heart was trying to tell you the whole time but how high were the chances that he would feel the same? Even though Dino told you about this and actually the others too, you always thought they were making fun of you. Especially because you knew how much they could be little shits. But what did Wonwoo just say? He liked you more than a normal friend? Ah, it had to be the alcohol in his system.

“W-wonwoo… you’re drunk..”

Although his warmth was literally everywhere and swallowing you alive, your skin was covered in goosebumps, trying hard to process what was happening and find a logic answer to all of it.

“And honest.” His only reply before he moved his hands up a little, causing your breath to hitch but they stopped right below your bra. “Drunk and honest.”

Alcohol could help with boosting your courage to say things you would normally keep to yourself, you knew that but you weren’t sure how to react. Secretly you wanted this to happen. How often did you daydream about him confessing to you in the last couple of days even though you were assuming that it would never happen in reality? It had started with random dreams where you eventually got closer, he confessed to you in a cute way or where you were already a couple and doing embarrassing couple stuff while wearing couple clothes. After every dream, you thought your head was just messing with you because you, punishing you because you didn’t finish your daily to-do-list or you ate the last piece of cake in the fridge which originally belonged to your mother. You never thought much of those dreams only until you were suddenly confronted with all the new feelings. The feelings your parents had always teased the two of you about. Was it really happening?

“Sorry.”

His big hands retreated from your skin same with his warm lips and he took a step back, confusing you even more. Slowly turning around, you faced a blushed boy who seemed to struggle with something.

“Wonwoo… are you okay?”

You tilted your head a little to be able to inspect his face better, worrying that he already regretted his words and actions. Wonwoo chew on his lower lip, lost in thoughts before meeting your eyes again after a while, his brows lifting lightly in an apologetic way.

“I.. should have asked you for a kiss first.. before… doing that, right?”

How could the man who hugged and caressed your neck turn to this innocent little boy within a blink of an eye? Was beer the only reason for it?

In your mind, you recalled the evening when you were worried about him and ran over to his home, just to see him fast asleep on the couch. Where you ended up lying next to him and kissed his plump lips - for the first time with a different emotion. Sheepishly, you lowered your gaze from his dark orbs.

“Can.. you remember that we… kissed.. not long ago? Here on your couch..” You patted the furniture next to you.

“We.. did?? When??”

According to his surprised reaction, you got your answer. He didn’t remember.

“Wait.. it��. was real? I thought it was a dream- ….. oh……”

It seemed as if he was about to apologize again but instead, his voice became a bit timid.

“What.. do you think about it? How… did it make you feel?”

You knew he was drunk and you were too, but it was interesting how the two of you were still able to communicate like this. Your voices were a little slurred, heads heavy but besides all that, the feeling of the other and your relationship was the most important right now.

Contemplating to reply with a joke or with your honest feelings, you decided to go for the truth. If everything your friends and your heart had told you and lastly Wonwoo’s words just 5 minutes ago were right… 

“I liked it.”

Wonwoo’s brow twitched at your answer. He felt relieved but the tension wasn’t fading. He needed to know more to be completely sure about his next move.

“Were you surprised?” He was still hesitant.

“At first, yes.. but then…”

“But then?”

“It.. uhm… felt good? Right even…”

You were looking away, nervous to speak and reveal more about the emotions you had kept locked deep inside your heart, which you couldn’t talk about with your mother earlier because you didn’t know where to start.

“Do you… wish it lasted longer?”

His words made you look at him and you didn’t notice that Wonwoo had come closer that you were cornered between him and the couch, his arms on each side of you, resting on the couch while he was studying you.

“I… guess….. I do..”

Wonwoo slowly got closer so that your back hit the soft couch.

“What if I tell you that.. I wish the same?”

You swallowed thickly. Did he really mean it? You didn’t hear it wrong? Your best friend thought that your kiss happened in his dream but he remembered it and wished it was true?

He came even closer to you until your lips were just a breath away. Wonwoo was slightly hovering over you while your chests keep touching with every inhale.

Your head was spinning and you knew it wasn’t because of the beer you had.

“Then… may I kiss you again?”

Wonwoo’s question was merely a whisper that you felt against your lips, causing you to hold your breath. Was this really happening?

Accepting your shaky and whispered ‘yes’, he finally closed the gap and connected his lips to yours, carefully moving them and trying not to press to harshly which was a little difficult to estimate thanks to the alcohol in his system.

The moment you felt his lips, your eyes closed automatically, letting you fall into the sea of emotions only Wonwoo was able to make you feel. Tilting your heads, you slowly deepened the kiss when you felt him push his chest against yours to get even closer to you. Absentmindedly, your arms wrapped around his muscular torso while one of his hands found the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. When his tongue swiped over your teeth, you opened up to allow him to explore your mouth. The way your tongues were dancing together felt so perfect, causing the time to stop around you. You were lost in the moment, hardly believing this wasn’t a dream but really happening. 

After a while, he pulled back, his forehead resting gently against yours, both pairs of eyes closed while you were catching your breaths. The kiss was passionate but still in an innocent way. Neither of you wanted to move too fast although you weren’t sure what you would do if Wonwoo took the next step. Would you stop?

“Tell me this isn’t a dream.”

Wonwoo’s voice was low but soothing at the same time.

“It isn’t, Wonwoo. We’re awake and not dreaming.”

“Thanks god.”

His arms pulled you in a loving hug, his mouth beside your ear and you thought you could feel him smile. Nuzzling your face against his shoulder, you inhaled his scent, relaxing in his strong arms which always made you feel safe wherever you were and without noticing, you smiled as well.

“Y/n… do you… want to be… my girlfriend?”

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You could hear the birds chirping from outside and through the opened window as you slowly woke up. Why did you feel so well rested? You wanted to rub your eyes but noticed something heavy laying on you, making it difficult to move. When you opened your eyes, you realized what it was. Wonwoo’s arm.

Carefully turning your body so that you won’t wake him up, you looked at his relaxed face, admiring his perfect features. His mouth was slightly open, soft snoring sounds escaping it and you suppressed a giggle when his nostrils twitched cutely.

What exactly happened yesterday after he asked you to be his girlfriend? Your mind wandered while your eyes were still fixated on the handsome boy next to you who was holding you in his arms.

Yesterday you were both so drunk that you fell over while laughing, unable to give him a proper answer but maybe he didn’t expect it right away anyways? You remembered that you two kissed again on the floor before getting up to brush your teeth to get ready for bed. Your eyes inspected the clothes the two of you wore while being in bed.

Of course nothing more had happened. The night before, he offered you his broad chest to cuddle and soon after you fell asleep in his embrace, giving you the much needed rest and recharge. 

The previous events went by in front of your eyes and you realized that you had been in love with your best friend for longer than you thought. Your friends were right, you must have looked at Wonwoo with heart eyes all the time. Even when you were playing a prank. It was so obvious for them but not for Wonwoo and you. Or did he know all along but never took the step? At least you were clueless about his feelings, that was for sure.

And the convenient thing about it was, you knew Wonwoo was a good and honest person. You knew him too well that even if you just exchanged looks, you would immediately know what was going on. Well, you though you would know him well. Seemed like you never expected his feelings towards you to be like this.

Yes, it wasn’t a dream.

Suddenly you were greeted by a pair of dark orbs, making you jump slightly in Wonwoo’s arms. He chuckled at your reaction, gently placing a kiss on your forehead and pulling you closer.

“How long have you been awake??” You asked curiously with flushed cheeks.

“Why? Can’t I look at this absolute beautiful little-“

“Oh stop it, Jeon Wonwoo. Don’t make me puke!”

You hit his chest but noticed that he didn’t fight you like he would normally do so you looked up to him to see him smile fondly at you, causing your cheeks to heat up in embarrassment. 

“W-what?”

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched at his confession. Has he always been like this, you wondered. Unable to tear your eyes off of him, Wonwoo carefully rolled you onto your back and hovered over your small form, slowly lowering his face that you instantly closed your eyes. But his lips never touched yours because he stopped just inches away from yours.

“You haven’t given me an answer though.”

“Mh??” Caught off guard, you opened your eyes again.

“Are we dating or not?”

“Oh….”

“Oh?”

Wonwoo lifted one brow in a cocky way, licking his lips which made you whine.

“What are you doing??” You tried to crawl away from him but to no avail.

“I was wondering how I could make you say yes.”

“Do you think you have to do something to make me say yes?”

“So I don’t have to make you scream, huh?” And another wiggle of his brows.

“Scream? Hey, what are you thinking of??” You felt a little terrified by his words.

“Well… I heard it somewhere. Can’t remember where exactly but isn’t it a good thing to make the girl you love feel good and scream your name?”

“O-oh….” You felt your cheeks burn furiously as he lowered his face, dangerously fanning his breath over your skin.

“Shall I?” 

With that said, his lips were back on yours, massaging against you at first until he made you part your lips so that he could easily let his tongue slip through. Every kiss with him was so intoxicating that you lost track of time, your hands moving on their own and slowly brushing over his abs.

Wonwoo let his lips travel from the corner of your lips over your warm cheek and to your ear, teasing the lobe with a kitten lick before whispering. “Are you ready?”

You didn’t know what he meant until you felt him lower his hips and slowly grind against you, letting a surprised gasp to leave your lips. It felt so good. It’s been too long since you had your last boyfriend that you nearly forgot how it could be. You had shamefully imagined it the last days but a daydream was never as good as the real thing. And it was even better right now.

Although your cheeks were burning like crazy while your best friend was moving on top of you and gently sucking on your neck, you fought against the feeling that was steadily forming in your body and soul.

“Hmm… you’re so soft… and you smell amazing.”

Your breath was trembling as he complimented you in this intimate moment, tons of butterflies having their blast in your stomach. It felt so good to be that close to him and hearing him talk like this. You’ve never experienced something like that before. No one of your exes sounded this genuine with you. You had a feeling that you were going to have more ‘firsts’ with Wonwoo by your side and you were secretly looking forward to it. But as much as you liked the moment, something in you wanted to save this experience with him for another time. You wanted it to be special. So you moved your fingers to his sides and started a tickle attack, catching him off guard. 

“Y-y/n?!?”

With flushed cheeks, your attack made him jump to the side and off of you, trying to escape your dangerous fingers. When Wonwoo was wiggling next to you, laughing breathlessly and suggesting half choked things that could make you stop, you smiled and quickly left the spot on the bed beside Wonwoo before he managed to register what was happening.

“Y-you’re quite hungry I see… I will make breakfast real fast to sate your hunger!” 

“What-… y/n..?!”

Giving him a flying kiss, you quickly ran out of the room, leaving him breathing heavily on the bed while staring at the door where you disappeared just a couple of seconds ago. After a while, he let himself fall back into the sheets with a grin on his face. He definitely made the right decision. Wonwoo was looking forward to your future together.

When he removed the sheets from his body to get up, he was met with a familiar sight on his lower body, causing him to sigh.

“Oh come on bro… not now..”

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“Breakfast is ready!” You shout over your shoulder as you placed the warm food on the table. Scrambled eggs with warm bread and a little salad. There was orange juice in his refrigerator with which you’d filled two glasses. As you sat down, Wonwoo was slowly making his way to you, giving your head a little peck before taking the seat in front of you.

The boy you adored so much was about to take a sip of his orange juice when you broke the silence.

“Yes.”

Wonwoo blinked confused, lowering the glass. “Yes what?”

For a while, confusion was written all over his face as you only smiled at him, until he finally understood, nearly forgetting the glass in his hand.

“You’re really going to be my girlfriend, y/n?”

“Well… yes? Maybe I just couldn’t resist your charm?” You sheepishly mumbled.

After taking a sip, Wonwoo watched you eat your salad and down to your clothes. His black shirt was way too big for you but you always insisted of wearing them since you were little. You told him you felt safe in them and that you liked the smell. Yesterday you told him that there was another secret reason. That this was a way to be even closer to him even when he wasn’t around. That wearing his clothes would give you some kind of intimacy and also pride because you were the only one who was able to wear his clothes. That sometimes his warm hugs weren’t enough for you. Your little confession made him blush and once again he realized how fond he was of you.

“Wonder what our parents have to say to the fact we are dating.” Wonwoo looked amused but worried at the same time and you instantly understood.

“Oh wow… I have the feeling that their teasing would become even worse…”

“Yup…. but don’t be afraid. Your prince in shining amour will always protect you… as long as your heart belongs to him only.”

“Jeon Wonwoo, you really like to make me puke, don’t you? Also, my heart will never belong to you only. What about my love for my family and friends?”

“Hmm… then, should I say that something else should belong to me only?”

There it was again. His wiggling eyebrow.

“Yah, stop that or else your brow will stay like that and everyone would know that you have a problem.”

“A problem called y/n?”

“Stop it and eat the food I put my love into! Honestly, I would take it back if I could, you seriously test my patience!”

“Oh don’t be like this. I know you love me, y/n.”

“Shut up and eat!”

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Back at university, you two wanted to see for how long you could keep your relationship a secret. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to tell your friends but it was more a challenge between Wonwoo and you. Since both of you halfway forgot about your still ongoing Instagram challenge, you wanted to see who would give in first and let the news out. And honestly, it was very very difficult.

The first mistake was almost right at the beginning when you were holding hands on your way to university. The second when he nearly called you ‘baby’ as he thanked you for the sandwich you gave him. The third when Seungkwan asked you what you were doing during the weekend. 

“Y/n I can’t do this anymore. I swear I’m going to die!”

During your last class Wonwoo was all whiny beside you, whispering about all the hardships he went through on that day, exaggerating and twisting the facts wherever he could that it made you giggle. Keeping your hands off of him or holding back to give him a kiss was difficult for you too but you didn’t plan on admitting it that easily. Especially when Wonwoo was nearing his breaking point and it looked as if you would win.

“If it’s that difficult for you, you can tell them. Go ahead! Just know that it would automatically mean that you lost our challenge.” 

Amused of how Wonwoo sharply sucked in the air after you suggested a solution to his problem, you continued to write down what your professor was talking about, ignoring your boyfriend’s pout. 

It was no surprise to you when your best friend - and now boyfriend - suddenly cancelled his plans with Dokyeom who was looking forward to go to the arcades with him after uni. Wonwoo told him something along the lines ‘I totally forgot about something I have to do. It’s very important and urgent because I just remembered the due date. I’m sorry but we have to go on another day.’ You weren’t sure what his real plans for that day were but somehow you felt that it had to do with you. But Dokyeom wasn’t easily buying his words. According to him, he had already waited for 2 months and was super happy to finally go there with Wonwoo that he threatened him with destroying Wonwoo’s home for real if he was going to call off his ‘date’.

Only until Wonwoo promised Dokyeom that he would pay for 3 rounds of baseball and a dinner, he finally agreed and let Wonwoo take the bus with you.

In the bus, your dark haired boyfriend immediately gave you a kiss on your lips, the moment you sat down. He was feeling relieved that he didn’t have to hide it anymore and happily intertwined your fingers on his lap, not knowing that Hoshi was watching you from outside the bus.

—

“This is all fake, right?”

It was day 2 of your ‘keep-our-relationship-hidden-from-everyone-challenge’. You were back in that quiet alley. The one where you gave back the present to Jeonghan. The one where Wonwoo said to be your boyfriend to save you.

This time you were here, again with Jeonghan while Wonwoo was nowhere to be seen. Jeonghan had waited until your alleged boyfriend wasn’t around, just to talk to you without big interruptions. Your friends found it strange but since you once worked on a project with him, they let him talk to you and that’s when you found yourself back in that alley. At first you thought it could be a chance to explain the situation and hopefully part ways in a more peaceful way but your plan threw out of the window as he showed you his phone screen. Your shared Instagram account with Wonwoo.

“You are faking your relationship so no one would bother you? You can be honest with me, princess. This is just a shared account without any deeper meaning behind it and I still have a chance. Am I right?”

Trying to search for words so you could give a reply, you bit down on your lip, frustrated. If you told him the truth, it could be too harsh and you actually wanted to be friendly to him and explain yourself. But hearing all that, you weren’t so sure what to do.

“I’m not mad at you for taking such photos with another boy. See? I’m a supportive boyfriend. I liked every single post you two made. I even liked this one of his naked and wet chest.”

“Jeonghan… it’s not like that..”

“I know, I know. You don’t want this little secret to be known but I promise you, I will take good care of you. Just tell me whatever you want and I will give it to you. Anything is fine.”

“He… he is my boyfriend. Wonwoo. It may had started as an account without deeper meaning just as you said but now we are dating. This is the truth, Jeonghan.”

“Oh come on. I was watching you two and, I mean, wouldn’t real couples normally kiss or at least hold hands in public? You walk around like friends just like before. So please, be honest with me. I’m so much better than him. I’m positive that I can make you happier than anyone else, especially him.”

“Jeonghan, you don’t know him good enough. I feel safe whenever I’m with him and I can fully relax in his presence. I trust him.”

“Just get to know me better and you will feel the same with me, I promise.”

Slowly you became angry. “Don’t promise things so easily.”

“Princess, listen. I studied you long enough to know what kind of girl you are and what you really need in life. I also watched that Wonwoo guy. Seriously, isn’t he boring? He looks good, I agree with that but besides his good looks? What else is there? I’m sure he can’t give you what you need. For example attention. You need all the attention since you are a princess. A princess needs to be taken care of. Your partner needs to know your wishes before you had spoken them out loud. But I promise, I c-“

“I love him.”

Wonwoo, who was watching the whole scene and was about to step forward, stopped in his tracks when he heard your confession, deciding to stay around the corner and listen to you a bit more. The blush on his cheeks getting darker as he fought back a smile.

“Jeonghan, I love Wonwoo. I’ve loved him from the second my father introduced him to me for the first time. We were still little and although my feelings for him were in a brotherly way before, they are in a romantic way now. I know him for almost all my life, our families are befriended. He’s such a good boy and I’m overly grateful to have him. I couldn’t ask for a better person to be by my side and knowing that he is the one I’m going to spend my future with, fills my heart with such warmth I can’t describe. I saw you as a nice person, Jeonghan. I really did. But hearing your honest opinion about Wonwoo changed my mind completely. I’ve never said bad things about you and even protected you whenever I heard something bad about you. But this is just too much. How dare you talk about my boyfriend like this? What makes you think this is okay? Are you seriously believing that I would like you or even fall in love with you if you talk like that?”

Jeonghan, who was surprised about your reaction, tried to calm you down, taking a step forward.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just-“

“No, Jeonghan. You meant it like that and you don’t know me at all. Thank you for being interested in me but my heart fully belongs to Jeon Wonwoo and him only. I would appreciate if you take me from your candidate list and never approach me like that again. We can talk in a normal way and about uni stuff but remember, I love Wonwoo and it won’t change, whatever you do or say.”

You didn’t know when your grip around your backpack had tightened. You felt your heartbeat, the blood rushing in your ears. Unable to choose one emotion because there were many different ones in this very moment inside of you. Were you more angry or scared? Relieved or sad?

After a while, the boy in front of you lowered his head and locked the screen of his phone, your shared account turning dark. With a sad smile on his lips, he let out a sigh. “So there’s really no way to change your mind?”

“There’s none.”

As Jeonghan lifted his head again, he saw Wonwoo around the corner and he knew that he must have heard a good bit of your conversation. Jeonghan tried to not let his disappointment seep through his expression but it was difficult even though he was used to getting rejected.

“I… wish you all the best then… y/n.”

Somehow you felt bad as you watched Jeonghan leave but it had to be said. It needed to be clear to him that you weren’t interested and that you already had someone beside you. Although you felt sorry for him, you were relieved.

—

After uni, Wonwoo agreed to have burgers at your home. While your mother was working in the kitchen, refusing any help from you two, you were sitting with Wonwoo at the dining table, the delicious smell already making your stomaches growl impatiently.

Wonwoo leaned closer to you and whispered “So… I heard you love me?”

“W-what the hell?!”

“What’s wrong kids??”

Your surprised yelp got your mother’s attention and you quickly replied. “O-oh nothing, mom! Everything’s fine!” Immediately sending Wonwoo a death glare.

“What are you talking about, Jeon Wonwoo?”

“Don’t be shy, cutie. I heard it oh so clear with both of my ears. You told Jeonghan that you love me.”

“Wait, is eavesdropping your newest hobby or what?”

Unable to suppress the blush getting darker on your cheeks, you wondered what parts he heard from your conversation with Jeonghan.

“I was looking for you and then it just happened. I was going to tell you anyways but… it’s so fun to tease you.”

“Wonuuu….”

“It makes me happy to hear you call Wonwoo like this. You did that a lot in elementary school, you know?” Your mother placed two plates with selfmade burgers in front of the both of you and went back to the kitchen to get her own.

“What exactly did you hear??” You whispered shyly.

“I guess the most important part of it?”

Before you could reply, your mother was back and took the seat in front of you. Giving Wonwoo a glare which told him that your talk wasn’t over yet, you turned to your mother and smiled. “Thank you for the food, mom. It looks amazing!”

“Yes, thank you so much for inviting me.”

“My pleasure! It’s been a while since we three ate together like this. I hope you like it.”

And of course it was delicious. Your burgers were gone so fast that your mother had to make two more until you were completely stuffed and happy. 

Your mother was the first to break the silence, seemingly proud of how much you two ate. “I’m so relieved you two are okay. I was worried that you had a big fight or something.”

For a second you were scared that your mother would tell Wonwoo about your breakdown but she didn’t mention it.

“We often fight but it’s nothing serious. We can’t be angry at one another for long. You know us.”

Wonwoo said and gave you a warm nod, making you hold back a wide smile but you were sure that he could see your heart eyes.

“I know… I was just worried. But seeing you like this, I can’t help but to wonder.. Wonwoo, when will you ask my daughter out, huh? Isn’t it time??”

You nearly spit out your water. “Mom!”

Wonwoo scratched the back of his head before replying. “Actually.. we are dating.”

Not recovered from your first shock, the second one nearly made you faint. “Wonwoo!!”

Your mother’s mouth dropped open while blinking in your boyfriend’s direction. She looked shocked and speechless.

“M-mom, I’m sorry, uhm… he doesn’t know what he is talking. He… had been weird the whole day uhm…”

“Sorry that I didn’t ask for permission first and that I’m telling you about us like this.” Wonwoo gave a half bow but your mother quickly waved to him, shaking her head.

“No, it’s fine, it’s SO FINE! REALLY! I just thought my old ears played a joke on me but wow…. WOW! God finally heard our pleas! I should go to church more often now. Wow! He does exist!”

“M-mom?”

You were dumbfounded by the whole situation. Weren’t you having a competition with Wonwoo to keep your relationship a secret? And he just easily dropped the bomb on the second day? With no other than your mother? 

“Wonwoo, just promise me one thing, is that possible?”

You weren’t sure if you should be scared or curious when you heard your mother talk to Wonwoo like that. The boy beside you nodded with a determined expression on his face.

“I know that you are a good boy and that you will be caring and loving to my daughter but…”

“..but?” You two ask in unison.

“But could you tell me in advance if you plan on doing unholy things in my apartment so I can sleep over at a friend and you can do whatever you want without being interrupted by me. Sounds good?”

“Mom!”

“Oh that sounds good. Thank you so much!”

“Wonuuu!!”

“Or if you need anything like cond-“

“MOM YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME!!”

—

After your mother knew about your secret - thanks to Wonwoo - you told your friends about it too on the day after. Although you thought that your mother was the first to know about your relationship, it was Hoshi who surprised everyone because he saw you kiss on the bus. But like the good friend he was, he didn’t tell anyone and waited for your own confession instead. So either way it was Wonwoo who lost your little competition and you were fine with it. Something to tease him with for the rest of your lives. Your friends were more than happy for you two and also glad that you finally stopped being awkward with each other. Wonwoo and you had to bear with a different kind of teasing now but you didn’t want it any other way.

For example, at a get-together at Seungkwan and his girlfriend’s home, they teased you about not having done ‘it’ with Wonwoo. Dino asked you if you didn’t know how to do it and offered his help which you kindly declined while Hoshi asked Wonwoo when he could see your baby tigers.

“Yah, there won’t be baby tigers. Maybe baby cats. Just look at our Wonwoo. Does he look like a tiger?” Dokyeom opened a new can of beer.

“Well.. does Hoshi look like a tiger to you?”

The self proclaimed tiger ignored Seungkwan’s girlfriend when he snorted at Dokyeom. “Tigers belong to the cat species too, you know?”

“Who knows, maybe Wonwoo’s a tiger in bed?”

“DINO!”

The youngest wanted to retort when Seungkwan hugged him from behind. “Our maknae is an adult! Look at him!”

“No, look at me, I’m a tiger!”

“Shut up Hoshi!”

Smiling, you rested your head on Wonwoo’s shoulder, who rewarded you with a kiss on the crown of your head. You were happy and thankful that your friends were so supportive about your relationship with Wonwoo. You just had the best friends. Although they were a bunch of crazy people.

—

Another two months passed by very quickly thanks to the lectures, projects and exams, that you barely did anything more with Wonwoo than hanging out on campus with the others or grabbing food together. You swore to yourself that once this hectic time of the semester was over, you would immediately run into your boyfriend’s arms and stay in his embrace for at least 2 days without moving. Of course it wasn’t realistic and Wonwoo said the same after an hour when you refused to leave his warmth.

“Y/n, we need to eat. We can’t be like this forever.”

“Just a little longer.”

“How long?”

“2 days.”

“Baby….. as much as I love you, you need food and so do I.”

“But it’s so nice and warm in your arms. I don’t want to move.”

Wonwoo shook his head with an amused chuckle. For him the past two months went by rather fast, so that it wasn’t too difficult for him. But seeing you all pouty and clingy made his heart swell when he noticed that it had been a while since you two were together like this without worrying about finishing stuff or meeting deadlines. Now you had a weekend off and by that, you really had off. No projects, no studying. Just time to relax with your loved one close by your side. Wonwoo stroke your back lovingly. You were too cute to be true.

After his 10th attempt to get you on your feet, he simply ordered food with his phone. At least you agreed to get up once the food was there so that he didn’t need to feed you in bed.

When the two large pizzas were completely gone and your stomaches happy, you decided on watching a movie on his couch. Since it was a thriller, you were clinging at Wonwoo under the blanket, yelping and jumping with every surprise and even your boyfriend was scared in some scenes of the movie. 

“It was crazy… I mean, if I would have been her… the end would be different.”

“What do you mean?” Wonwoo turned his head to you.

“She was so smart and stabbed herself so the others finally believed her for being chased by him. I wouldn’t be so smart under pressure..”

Wonwoo laughed and patted your head, followed by a soft kiss on your forehead. “Important to say that I wouldn’t let you get into this kind of situation in the first place, y/n.”

“But you never know!”

Kissing your pouty lips, Wonwoo gave the ending credits of the movie one last glance before turning the tv off. “I guess we shouldn’t watch any more thrillers or else my baby won’t be able to fall asleep today.”

“Today, you’re so considerate. What’s wrong?”

“I always am!”

“I don’t think so. You literally kicked me out of bed!”

“Because your little tummy needed food? Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy your pizza.”

You looked at each other, a pout still on your lips.

“Anyways, I still like you.”

“Like?” Now it was Wonwoo who pouted.

“Yes you heard right, Mr. Jeon.”

You were about to get up from the couch when your boyfriend grabbed your wrist and pulled you back and on top of him. Halfway sitting on his lap, your heartbeat changed to a fast pace as his dark orbs were piercing into you. Suddenly you felt nervous.

“Mmh… I like the way it sounds coming over your plump lips.”

His low voice was literally vibrating and you nearly lost yourself in his eyes.

You noticed the little mischievous smirk dancing at the corner of his lips. Of course he knew exactly what he was doing to you and that it made you weak. That’s when you leaned forward to connect your lips with his for a short kiss. At first you just wanted to give him a kiss because you couldn’t resist the boy in front of you but as you were kissing him and feeling his big hands slowly finding their way to your hips, you knew you were screwed.

With your hands on his chest, you let your teeth sink into his lower lip, playfully pulling at them while you could feel Wonwoo’s hands on your ass, squeezing you. Suppressing a moan, you whispered against his mouth.

“I-i’m… sleepy…”

“Are you?”

“Y-yes… very.”

Wonwoo pulled back and studied you for a second. Your face was blushed, chest rising quickly just like his. You looked beautiful.

Resisting the urge to start a passionate kiss again, he simply smiled at you, admiring the girl he had known for so long, liked for so long who he could now call his girlfriend.

“Where does my baby want to sleep then?”

He didn’t want to rush you with being more intimate with him. He respected you and had always kept back in the past to make you feel comfortable - just like now. Although it wasn’t easy at all for him, he always respected your decisions and wishes. Whenever you were ready, he would be as well. Until then, he would patiently wait for your sign.

For a second, you thought to yourself but then sheepishly answered with ‘bed’. Nodding at you, Wonwoo gave you a soft clap on your ass and cocked his head to the direction of his bathroom.

“Then get up so we can brush our teeth.”

An apologetic expression plastered on your face, Wonwoo shook his head at you as you were slowly getting up from him, giving your cheek a loving kiss once he had joined you in the bathroom. The blush on your cheeks was still as evident as before and he couldn’t stop smiling at your cuteness. While brushing your teeth, your boyfriend held you from behind, keeping your back warm and whenever your eyes met in the huge mirror over the sink, you would sheepishly look away which caused him to chuckle.

Back in bed, Wonwoo gently covered you two with his blanked. The sunset was almost over, leaving the room in comfortable darkness but you were still able to see each others faces while you were laying on the side, facing each other.

Wonwoo softly brushed some stray strands out of your face. “I haven’t thanked Seungkwan’s girlfriend for taking a bunch of cute photos of us at our get-together.”

His words reminded you of the perfect photos she sent you after you left. 3 of them even made it onto your shared account. 

One of them was when you fed Wonwoo with snacks. With the text ‘My baby is always hungry’.

The other showed you argue with Hoshi on the ground while playing twister and Wonwoo could be seen in the background facepalming himself. Below was the text ‘You should have known better that the only rule in this household is: my baby is always right. don’t ask why. just accept it.’ And the last one was when you two left late at night, hand in hand, you having Wonwoo’s jacket over your shoulders which was way too big for your small form. As text you only chose to use a heart emoticon.

While you had edited the photos for your Instagram account in which your faces were never clear enough to recognize anyone, you two remembered your experiment. The little challenge that caused all the mess you went through but was also the reason why you finally realized your feelings for each other.

“You know… I still can’t believe it.”

“What?” You saw Wonwoo’s brows went up slightly, curious about what you meant.

“That we’re together.”

“Well, we are together almost every day?”

‘Was Wonwoo playing dumb’ you asked yourself. Straightening your body a bit, you poked his chest. “Not that, idiot. I meant dating.“

“Oh that.”

“Oh that???”

Your boyfriend chuckled at your reaction and stopped you from complaining more in planting a kiss on your lips and it worked. Your annoyance was replaced by little butterflies in an instant. With one hand, he painted soft circles over your hip and without noticing, you pulled him closer to you. The innocent kiss whose only purpose was to stop your nagging, changed to something deeper as he felt your little hands on his chest. The kiss was intoxicating for the both of you as time went by and you found yourself laying underneath him, catching your breath while you locked eyes.

Wonwoo gently stroked your cheek and you just had to lean into his touch. Something deep inside you told you that this was the moment you were waiting for. The perfect moment to take a step forward.

Letting your fingers play with the hem of his shirt, Wonwoo looked confused but didn’t say anything and just waited. When your fingertips started to graze his abs, you could see his adam’s apple bob slightly in the darkness. You knew he respected your own pace even if it was slow. He had never pushed you to things you didn’t want and you were thankful for his understanding. 

As your fingernails scratched over his bare skin, a surprised hiss left his lips. You could only imagine how difficult it was for him to stay still because you noticed his jaw clench the lower your hands wandered. When your hands finally reached his pants, him eager to feel more, you suddenly let your fingers stroke upwards his abs again, causing him to snort, his tension lessening. That was the moment you wanted.

“You little teas- oh fu-”

He felt your slender hand through the fabrics of his pants and for a second he thought he would collapse on top of you. This wasn’t even the real thing and it was already amazing for him. Wonwoo was seriously scared of what was to come. He may not be able to hold back at some point.

“Was this what you were imagining when you told me about using your hand?”

The boy on top of you was breathing with his eyes closed and you didn’t notice how his hands clenched beside your head.

“Maybe I’m not that skilled… but please tell me if it doesn’t feel good okay?”

“It feels… amazing. Please don’t stop, y/n.”

The way he replied gave you enough confidence to let your hand slide into his pants, slowly making its way between his legs until it arrived at its destination, carefully stroking him. With a low sigh, Wonwoo dropped his head against your shoulder, his hips slightly moving against your hand.

According to his reactions, you grabbed his cock fully and changed the pace, moving your hand up and down while your boyfriend moaned against the crook of your neck, the warm air fanning your skin, making goosebumps form on your entire body. When he liked over your skin, followed by his lips sucking at the wet patch, you closed your eyes and bit your lip.

His hips pushed against your hand with each stroke, while his mouth was leaving hickeys on your neck.

“How does it feel?” You asked.

Wonwoo slowly lifted his head to look at you, his jaw still clenched.

“Your hand is very skilled… can I… do the same for you?”

At his question, your grip around him loosened a bit und suddenly you didn’t know how to talk. He waited a little but there was still no response from you so he shifted his weight so that he could move his left hand down and under the sheets without loosing balance. With your hand still in his pants, you felt his cold hand slowly disappearing between your legs, gently rubbing against your core and causing you to gasp at the sudden friction, absentmindedly grabbing his cock again and squeezing it.

Through gritted teeth, you could hear Wonwoo say “maybe I’m not that skilled but.. please tell me if it doesn’t feel good.”

As you snorted at his words, you thought you saw him smile in the darkness of his room before he lowered his head to connect your lips for a passionate kiss.

It quickly became messy, especially after his hand was now in your underwear, his middle finger sliding up and down your slick lips while your thumb drew circles around his slit, spreading his precum.

“How does it feel?” This time it was him who asked.

Breathless and in between kisses, you weren’t able to think straight anymore.

“I.. want more…”

His fingers stopped as he asked another question. “Are you sure?”

Biting your lip, your answer left your lips faster than your head could process. “Please.”

“As you wish, baby. Spread your legs for me.”

Without a second thought, you did what he said and yelped out loud as one of his fingers pushed into you. Trying to focus on you, Wonwoo covered your face with loving kisses while he prepared your core, scissoring you after a second finger joined. From time to time you moved your hand on him but with every sudden friction, you had to stop, your hips lifting from his mattress to get more of his fingers. 

“Do you like it?”

“Y-yes…”

Wonwoo gave your earlobe a kiss and whispered a low ‘Good’, making your whole body shudder at his sexy voice.

By now, three of his fingers were thrusting into you while your hips met his movements. It was difficult for you to concentrate at anything else than the feeling between your legs that you totally forgot to use your hand on his cock. Without him giving you the last push you needed to climb even higher until you could reach your climax, you absentmindedly begged for more.

You were sure that he must knew what he was doing because he didn’t touch your clit for longer than a couple of seconds nor did he try to find a specific spot inside of you.

After a while he retrieved his fingers and held them in front of his mouth. “Let’s have a taste of my precious girlfriend. You may taste as sweet as my fingers smell right now.”

You didn’t know that he could talk like this. Dumbfounded, you watched him take his fingers into his mouth, hungrily sucking at them and making an approved sound. You couldn’t see him well but it was enough to feel the urge to have friction again. Moving your legs, you weren’t able to rub your thighs together because Wonwoo’s leg was between them, causing you to whine.

Wonwoo chuckled lowly at your failed attempt before connecting your lips to make you taste yourself. You didn’t think the taste of yourself was sweet but at the same time it was neither unpleasant. With a short peck of your nose, the kiss was over and you were pulling Wonwoo’s shirt over his head without warning.

“Someone’s eager?” He sounded amused but instantly moved your body to remove the last pieces of clothes on both of you. Even though you knew Wonwoo long enough and felt safe in his presence, the surrounding darkness added another layer of confidence and safety you needed for this moment.

“Do you still want it, y/n?”

His thoughtfulness made your heart swell. If not with him, you weren’t sure if there was anyone else you wanted to experience this intimate act with.

“Yes.. please, Wonwoo.”

“You know I still love you if we don’t do this.”

“I know. But I want it, really.”

Another short peck on your nose before he reached out to his nightstand, getting a condom and removing the foil. It was quickly rolled onto his erect cock and you spread your legs more so he could align himself with your entrance.

Your arms were loosely wrapped around his neck as Wonwoo turned his head to the side to kiss your bare arm, just to do the same on the other side, a way to show his affection and to reassure you while he let his cock rub up and down your slick lips to coat himself with your juice. 

“I love you, Wonwoo.”

Your whispered confession made him smile at you in the dark room.

—

“Any plans for today?” Dokyeom pulled at Hoshi’s backpack so that he nearly lost his balance.

He got angry and let out a tiger-groan before answering. “Yes and you’re not included in those plans!”

“So mean… and you Seungkwan? Any plans?”

“Plans with my girlfriend and you’re not included in them either.”

You were walking out of the shopping mall where you had lunch with your friends after uni ended earlier than planned today and the day was not over yet so Dokyeom seemed to look for a friend to hang out. Dino hat the day off but joined you at the restaurant a little later, now walking beside you and Wonwoo.

“I’m free. We can play Basketball or something.” Dino was holding his hand up high and waited for a high-five from Dokyeom which never came. Instead, the latter clung at Wonwoo after pushing you out of the frame because you were holding hand with your boyfriend.

“What do you say. Videogame evening?”

“No.”

“Movies?”

“No.” Wonwoo was rolling his eyes but kept walking.

“Don’t tell me you want to study? Bro, I’m out then.”

“If that’s what you want, okay. I’m going to study with y/n and that plan doesn’t include you, too… bro.”

You giggled at his reply which caused Dokyeom to glare at you for a second. Seungkwan tsked at you and shook his head.

“What exactly are you going to study, huh? Does that book start with K and end with amasutra?”

“K and… a.. ama-what?” Dino was confused.

“That’s nothing for babies.” Hoshi pushed his imaginary glasses up his nose before the youngest of your group of friends pouted annoyed.

“I’m only 1 year younger than y’all!!!!”

“Bro, do I really have to spend this exquisite day alone?” Dokyeom sighted and looked up to the sky, exaggerating the moment.

“How is this day exquisite? I don’t get old people.”

“Dino, didn’t you just stated that you’re only 1 year younger than us?” Seungkwan said while typing a message on his phone.

“Okay guys, Wonwoo and I have to take the next subway. Enjoy your day whatever you will do, yes, you too Dokyeom. Guess you don’t want to spend the day alone with me since you haven’t asked me. See ya tomorrow!”

“W-wait, y/n what’s your plans for today??”

“I just decided to spend it with my boyfriend. Sorry, Dokyeom.” Showing him your tongue, you waved them goodbye and made your way back home. On your way, you talked with Wonwoo about Jeonghan, who you had seen at the shopping mall, chasing after a - for you - new girl. He was carrying a shopping bag from a luxury brand and it seemed as if it was a gift for her but she was literally running away from him with an irritated expression on her face. 

Wonwoo and you had never seen that girl on campus before and were wondering where Jeonghan first seen her to be this head over heels for her. The fact that she seemingly wasn’t feeling the same for him didn’t surprise the two of you. Your bestie and now boyfriend always listened to you whenever you needed it but after you were officially together, he no longer got angry if the topic of your conversation included the infamous star of your uni, Jeonghan. You told him everything you knew about his personal candidate system to the things you talked about while preparing your project. Besides that, Wonwoo knew it already. It even went that far that he started to feel pity for him because none of his candidates showed interest in him. On the other side, he had so many members in his fanclub that he shouldn’t have it hard to find someone, or not?

Time flew by quickly that you were already standing in front of your apartment when Wonwoo gave you a soft kiss on your forehead. He had insisted to walk you home and although you often cringed whenever the male protagonist did that in the movies you watched, in reality you liked it. But you would never admit it. Never.

“O-oh! You’re back??” Your mother nearly hit you with the front door when she wanted to exit and throw out the trash. “Hello my son-in-law! How are you?” 

Instantly the two of you blushed and Wonwoo hurried to take the trash out of your mother’s hands.

“Mom, please call him Wonwoo just like before!”

“Let’s ask him, how should I call you, hm?”

“Mom that’s embarrassing!” You whined and looked over to the boy beside you, showing him an apologetic face.

“Uhm… whatever is fine. I mean, it’s true anyways.”

“Wonu!!” His reply made you blush even more but you weren’t the only one because Wonwoo felt his face grew warmer as well.

“I.. just wanted to make sure that she gets home safely. I will go home then. I will dispose the trash. Have a nice day!”

Gently, Wonwoo tugged a strand of hair behind your ear with a smile before turning to your mother and bowed.

“Isn’t he staying? My offer still stands. I can sleep over at a friend so you can do whatever you want in this apartment. If you know what I mean.”

“Mom!”

Wonwoo who was already walking away, turned around at your loud yelp, looking worried. Noticing him looking over to you, you quickly shook your head until he nodded and kept walking. You and your mother were watching his back till he was gone.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, your mother poked your side, making you yelp once again.

“What is it, mom?”

“Get inside. I’ve made a huge discovery today and have questions.”

—

Sitting on your couch with your mother was nothing new. Sitting there with your phones was normal too. But sitting here with your mother’s phone between you two and your shared Instagram account with Wonwoo on her screen was new. She had found it through her recommendations and it didn’t take you long until you understood why because you were following her cooking account with your shared one.

“So, I’m right it’s Wonwoo and you? I 100 percent recognize you though.”

“Uhm… yes.”

“Good.”

A little scared, you didn’t know if you wanted to keep this conversation up because your mother could ask the most embarrassing questions. You knew it because you had known her for almost 2 decades now.

“You…. said, you had questions…? Are there more?”

“YES! Wait…. uh….. where is it.. ah! This one!”

Your eyes grew wider at the post which caused the highest number of new followers, comments and likes within 24 hours. His shower post.

“Is it edited?”

“W-what??”

“Well, you showed me how I can edit my posts and nowadays there are apps for everything. People are able to change their whole appearance with an free app.”

“Mom.. you are honestly asking me if Wonwoo is really build like that?”

“Yes! You should know it the best or…. wait.. you haven’t done-“

“MOM IT’S NOT EDITED.” The moment you said it out loud to change the subject, you regretted it. Especially when your mother’s smirk got bigger. “I GUESS IT’S NOT EDITED…. BECAUSE I WASN’T THERE WHEN HE TOOK AND POSTED IT.”

Your mother looked at her screen again, holding it closer to her face to get a better view of the details and nodded to herself from time to time. You didn’t know what to say. Your families had been always rooting for the two of you and since everyone knew about you two dating, you got more supporters that you two had ever imagined. Even Jeonghan continued to like your posts after he stopped treating you like one of his candidates which you secretly assumed as a supportive manner or at least you hoped it was.

“He’s such a good catch! More than I already thought!! I knew he’s nice and handsome but what is this??? I would lie if I say I don’t envy you.”

“Wait, w-what!?” Your mother made you speechless.

“I guess I should click on some more suggestions. Instagram suggested me your account and maybe there are more interesting things to explore on the internet.”

“Mom?!”

Giggling, your mother stood up and left you alone in the living room as you let yourself fall back on your back and into the pillows behind you.

You were about to sigh deeply when you heard your mother shout from another room.

“Oh and if you need me to buy more condoms for you, just hit me up. I know it can be a little embarrassing.”

“N-no, w-what??? Mom!?!?”

—

On the same day, Wonwoo asked you if you wanted to meet up at the little park and since you had no other plans, you agreed. At first you thought you were spending the day with your boyfriend because earlier he said no to Dokyeom but you two agreed of having some time alone so ‘the joy would be even bigger’ if you see each other again, or so were your besties words.

But that alone time didn’t last long because it seemed like you missed the other so much that you needed this little meet up in the darkness.

When you arrived at the park, it was past 10 pm and Wonwoo was already sitting on a bench at the side, two drinks in his hands, his face lit up as he noticed you and you quickly walked over to him. Taking the seat beside him, he handed you one of the drinks.

“Hot cocoa.”

“Thank you Wonwoo.”

Less people were on the street and your surroundings became quieter by the minute. The silence with Wonwoo was comfortable that you absentmindedly locked hand on his lap and you rested your head on his shoulder when you were done with your drink.

“My mother said my father loved you and that he would be overly happy for us now.” Closing your eyes, you had a smile on your lips while Wonwoo looked up in the sky with a nod. “They can worry less about me now because they know what kind of boy you are.”

“I promise, I’m going to be good to you, always.”

“Thank you, Wonwoo.” You said and nuzzled your cheek against him.

“My parents always ask when I will bring you over. Not sure what their intentions are though. Probably the same as your mother?”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe they are going to ask if they can get us condoms as well? Or don’t ask but just gift them to us?” Due to Wonwoo’s chuckling, your head jumped up and down from his shoulder, distracting you from the warmth in your face.

“As if we can’t get them ourselves.” You murmur, making the boy next to you chuckle even more.

“You’re not finding it a little embarrassing to stand in line and wait to pay with a pack of condoms in your hand? Because I do.” Wonwoo confessed and you looked at him in disbelieve.

“I’m always hiding it between the other stuff I buy. Other people will see it for a split second if the cashier gets to it and then it will disappear in my bag.”

“You’re smarter than I thought.”

“…. thanks? Or should I say, you’re dumber as I thought?”

“Thanks?” Wonwoo pushed you playfully with his elbow and you giggled.

Pulling out your phone, your thumbs quickly typed something and just a second after you sent it, Wonwoo’s phone chimed.

[Y/n] But I still love you

You felt his gaze on you while you slowly rocked your upper body back and forth sheepishly.

“I love you too, y/n.”

As you heard his warm voice, you looked up at him, just in time to close your eyes when Wonwoo leaned in to kiss your forehead.

How could he be so perfect? You could laugh with him, cry with him, argue with him. He could be goofy with you, serious, dumb, innocent, sometimes upsetting even. But you would always feel safe with him and share the most intimate moments with feelings you’ve never felt before.

“There were days, I was angry at our Instagram account”, Wonwoo slowly started. “I even wished we would have never started it in the first place.”

“Because it got awkward between us?” You asked but remembered the exact same thoughts that you had in your mind when things got worse between you and you were afraid your close friendship would end.

“Yeah. I was happy to be closer to you for the photos and look at them whenever you weren’t around. But the normal time with you was suddenly so different and in a bad way I didn’t know what to do.”

Nodding at his words, you unlocked your phone and opened your shared account. More than 4K followers with your 13 posts. They were nothing special, yet many people clicked the follow button. You were sure, Wonwoo’s shower photo was the reason for most of them and to be honest, you couldn’t blame them.

“I enjoyed it although those awkward times were very difficult to bear with. But what matters is what we have now. I’m not sure if anyone had confessed without the account.”

“I would have”, you could see a confident grin plastered on his face.

“I don’t believe you, Wonwoo.”

“Ha ha ha believe what you want, baby.”

“Yah! Don’t baby me!”

“Why not? You’re officially my baby now.”

With a hard push, he almost fell off the bench but luckily grabbed onto it so that he could quickly sit up straight again. First he looked at you with a playfully angry expression but without planning, you two laughed in unison.

You couldn’t describe how happy you were, now that your friendship was back to normal again with just the couple stuff as a not so bad addition. 

“Technically we wanted to keep our shared account open for a month only and check the stats but now almost 3 months had passed”, Wonwoo stated, scrolling through your posts and sometimes smiled at a photo or shook his head.

“That’s right.. and having only 13 posts within 3 months is a little sad, don’t you think? I didn’t count Seungkwan’s account but they had at least double the amount.”

You were looking though the other’s account when you felt Wonwoo’s big hand on your thigh, squeezing you gently.

“Well, we had stuff to take care of, right?” He wiggled his eyebrow again and you scoffed.

“Yes, we had exams!”

“I don’t mean that, I was talking about us!”

“I know, I’m not stupid!” You snorted.

“For a sec I thought you are.”

“WONU!”

Chuckling, Wonwoo got up and kneeled down in front of you, starting to fix your shoelaces.

Surprised of the change of situation, you silently watched him do until he looked up, amused.

“Aren’t you taking a photo of me? Thought you wanted this kind of photo?”

Oh. He remembered.

With blushed cheeks, you opened your camera app and took a hand full of photos.

Wonwoo making a kissing face.

Wonwoo laughing.

Wonwoo looking down while holding the laces again.

Wonwoo looking up at you with pink cheeks.

Wonwoo looking away shyly.

One your boyfriend was satisfied with your shoes, he got up again and took the seat beside you while you had your personal Instagram account open, posting all new photos except the one where he was looking down working on your shoelaces with the text

Your smile makes my heart flutter. I love you.

The blush on your face got darker as you clicked on the post button, having it now on your account so that everyone on your friendlist could see your confession.

“You’re cute.” As a reward, Wonwoo gave you a gentle peck on your cheek after he saw your post. “Approx 3 months ago, who would have thought that my bestie would - one day - post something cheesy like this.”

“Yah, don’t tease me Wonwoo!”

“It’s just a fact he he he… but what about the other photo? I heard the shutter sound five times or am I wrong?”

“Oh that….” Cheekily looking at Wonwoo before changing the account to your shared one, you chose the photo where he was looking down to your shoes, applied a vintage styled filter and changed some other photo settings before posting it.

You were both smiling, enjoying the cool night breeze as your hands were locked on Wonwoo’s lap, his arm around you keeping you warm.

After a while, you heard your boyfriend’s voice. “What do you say. Some sexy time at my place before you go home?”

“WONU!”

He got a hard hit on his chest for his remark but you were unable to hide your burning cheeks. Laughing, you both got up and kept walking away from the park. You were looking forward to the future with him by your side.

It wasn’t sure if you would keep your shared account since it had been open for longer than a month now and you weren’t interested in continuing your little experiment. Your post you made while walking to Wonwoo’s home was probably an end to your shared Instagram account. But for sure not the end for your relationship with Jeon Wonwoo.

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[risquewonu]

i just had a thought.

originally i didn’t see wonwoo as someone for threesomes, maybe once but only if the 3rd person is subbing the entire time and only watches and doesn’t touch.

but consider this: wonwoo agrees to a threesome, in fact, he brings it up. he chooses the third to be someone that’s a switch - so we’ll say mingyu. i can see it going as a pretty standard theeesome at first, lots of equal petting and oral and foreplay from both the boys and you as well. but then normally possessive wonwoo tells mingyu to go ahead and fuck your pussy open and he’ll just watch, which is fucking weird. but mingyu’s not going to say no so he does. he fucks into you hard and fast and is grabbing and biting and rubbing into all the right places - you’re about to cum with your eyes rolling impossibly far back into your head and your pussy sucking mingyu in so strong he’s about to cum himself. wonwoo can tell you’re both on the edge.

and right as you’re about to orgasm, wonwoo grabs mingyu by the throat and goes “stop.” and of course mingyu listens but he was so close to having your pussy squeeze him so hard he’s seeing stars, he whines to wonwoo asking him why he made him stop and wonwoo just says “this is my pussy, she only cums on my cock” and-

cue wonwoo fucking you into oblivion, hitting every spot he knows you like and mingyu frustratedly watching on the side with tears in his eyes and a hand wrapped around himself because he did all the work, he got you all fucked out on his dick and got your pussy soaked all by himself. but now you’re cumming all over wonwoo’s cock and it’s not fair. but wonwoo gets off on it, it makes him fuck into you so much harder when he can hear mingyu’s cries in the background because he’s a sick fuck who likes to assert his dominance and no one was going to cum inside your pussy except him.

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[haos-the-tea]

Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem Reader Rating: 18+ Genre: Smut Warnings: Sub boys, pet names, cunnilingus, mild exhibitionism, closet smut, Language WC: 1.2+

Everything with Joshua was easy, until it wasn’t. 

Most of the time, he was the perfect gentleman. Opening doors for you, cuddling with you when you’re upset, treating you to dinner, overall just kind gestures that you knew came from his heart. Then there were times like now, with the two of you hidden inside a closet at his best friends house with him writhing beneath your hands. Though, if you were being honest. This was the easiest part about him. 

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” You muttered into his neck before biting down into the pale skin below you. The male let out the most delicious moan, loving the feeling of your teeth teasing the tender flesh. You felt his hips buck up into your hand as you teasingly rubbed the growing bulge tucked away in his trousers. 

“...’m sorry miss.” He groaned rutting into your hand as if he were in heat but you could tell that he wasn’t sorry in the slightest. He never was, in fact the risk of being caught probably turned him on even more. You also couldn’t deny the thrill of it, hiding away from the rest of the party with people drunk out of their minds. Hell people could probably hear those beautiful sounds that continued to spill from his lips as you sucked harshly on the crook of his neck, making sure to leave a nice big mark that would be fun to watch him try to cover up.

“What did I say about lying to me, Bunny?” As if to warn him, you began pulling your hand away. It took quite a bit of control to do, especially with how he whined as soon as your hand left him. He was dangerous and you knew it all too well, if you weren’t careful then he would control absolutely every aspect of you. He was a drug and you were more than addicted to him at this point. “Bad boys don’t get pettings, remember?”

“I’m not sorry!” He exclaimed, his hands reaching up to grab your hips out of desperation. You could feel his neatly trimmed nails sinking into the flesh of your arms, causing a small shiver to run up your spine as he continued. “God, I wanted you to fuck me. So bad I couldn’t wait until we got home. I wanted them to know that you’re mine. Fuck, please please touch me Miss!” 

His whines were like music to your ears, pulling you back as you reached out once more. Slowly undoing his pants before slipping your hand past the waistband, while not touching skin just yet. You slowly ground your palm onto his length over his briefs. It was contact but not exactly what he wanted. You knew exactly what was going on in his mind, he was friends with Jeonghan after all, and you knew he was trying to find a way to get out of his punishment. 

Pulling your head away from his neck, you gripped his chin with your free hand and turned his face to look at you. Pressing your forehead against his as you stared into his eyes, your hand continuing to tease him just enough to keep him moaning. 

“My little bunny just wanted to fuck huh?” You muttered, your lips a breath away from his own. He tried to push himself closer to you, to kiss you, only for you to pull back just enough that his lips wouldn’t meet their target. “Too bad, bad bunnies don’t get rewards.”

As the words left your lips, you slipped your hand out of his pants and buttoned him back up. Forcing yourself to ignore the whining pleas of the blonde male, so desperate for your touch despite the setting. It was intoxicating to hear him beg for you. Continuing to ignore his cries you quickly reached your hands under your skirt, fingers wrapping under the waistband of your panties before swiftly pulling them down. This seemed to be enough to silence Joshua, his eyes watching your every move. 

You took the thin, soaked garment in your hand and reached around the slender male, shoving your panties into his back pocket and giving his ass a firm squeeze while there. The only other sound in the closet was the muffled bass of the music playing from the living room as your hands found their way to his shoulders and guided him down to sit on his knees. 

“I’ll make a deal with you Bunny.” You began, eyes locking with his as he stared up at you intently waiting for your instructions. Lifting your skirt up, you gave him a nice good look at your dripping pussy. “Make me cum with just your mouth and I’ll ride you when we get home. Deal?” 

Before the words could fully leave your lips, his own were on you. His hands were neatly clasped behind his back as he ate you out as if he were a man starved. His lips seeking out your clit and sucking harshly on it, causing you to buck your hips towards him. Your free hand reaching out to grip his beautiful blonde tresses as you pulled him closer to your throbbing cunt. He pulled away slightly only to give your slit a long lick, teasing your entrance with the appendage. For a moment you regretted saying that you wouldn’t fuck him until you returned home, but you knew that he enjoyed being punished in such a way. If you were being honest, making yourself wait for it was also part of the fun of it all. 

“Fuck, Bunny.” You groaned out, his mouth causing your knees to buckle underneath you and the only thing that kept you standing was the tight walls of the closet. “Your mouth...your mouth is so damn nice. I love when you’re eating me out like this.” You breathed out. Your words prompted a moan from the male, his need for praise outweighing most other things. 

“My little bunny, eating me like his last m-meal.” Letting out a rather high pitched moan as his tongue swirled around your clit, teasing the sensitive nub in a way that only Joshua seemed to know how to do. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” your breathing seemed to only come faster, your high hitting you like a rushing wave. It was all too much, yet Joshua didn’t stop his ministrations, his tongue lapping away at your folds as your grip on his hair tightened and your moans grew louder. It was the sexiest thing in the world to him, making sure to milk your orgasm completely before pulling away. 

As you regained your composure, you let your skirt fall back down to cover your throbbing core. Your hand left his hair as your eyes drifted down to him, his eyes staring up at you with a smug grin on his face.

“No hands miss~” He said, your slick still coating his lips as he spoke. He wore it almost like a badge of pride that he had caused you to lose yourself with just his mouth and he was making sure you were aware of that as well. 

A deal was a deal, you knelt down to join him on the floor as best you could with how small the closet was. Your arms snaked around his neck as you grinned. 

“Such a good baby bunny.” you muttered before crashing your lips against his own, tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss only lasted a moment, you pulling away slightly while tugging gently on his bottom lip with your teeth. Letting it go as he moaned, you pulled away once more.

“I guess we better head home. Since a good bunny earned a nice reward.”

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[bbugyu]

when you were waiting for him, jeonghan couldn't help but drive a little too fast to get to you.

neverending artistry | spin off

8.6k | sugar daddy!jeonghan x uni student!fem reader, smut, kinda fluffy bc i can't help it, light bondage, daddy kink, dom!han and ultrabrat!reader (aka me), i think u cry at one point but i swear it's not that bad, unprotected sex (pls use condoms don't be like y/n and jeonghan), almost butt stuff, there are also fun domestic scenes featuring the besties, vern and chan, and the best pa ever boo seungkwan

i've been thinking a lot about architect jeonghan lately, and i realized that neverending artistry mostly focused on seokmin (how mc and han fell for him, their sex with him, etc.) and wanted to show how fun n sexy this couple is before they became a throuple. so enjoy an obsessive look at the sex life of prolific architect sugar daddy jeonghan and musical theory major sugar baby y/n!

~

when you considered most things in your life, you saw it as pretty standard for a third year university student. you went to classes during the week, got food with friends whenever you had the chance, and holed up in your tiny officetel when you needed to finish procrastinated projects. you were coworking with two of your best friends at their shared apartment when you exhaled heavily.

"she's complaining again," chan said, not even looking up from his ipad, pen in hand as he highlighted his digital textbook. you rolled your eyes just in time for vernon to catch it as he looked up, making him stifle a laugh.

"it's finals next week," you groaned, conducting a controlled fall backwards to lay on the floor, crossed legs still tucked under the table you all sat around. "am i not allowed to complain?"

"no," chan stated plainly, finally giving you a look of fake pity. "vernon has the same finals as you, i have more, and we both work. you have nothing to complain about."

"hey!" you sat up. "i work!"

chan blinked at you. "sorry, i forgot you have to appear at fancy galas with your rich boyfriend on weekends. are you serious?"

you clicked your tongue, annoyed. "he's not my boyfriend."

"right," he corrected. "sorry. sugar daddy."

you looked at vernon, mouth gaping. "you gonna let him talk to me like that?"

he looked at you with an uninterested look in his eyes, a hand going up to adjust his beanie over his forehead. "i let you talk to him like that, so…"

"whatever," you said, checking your phone for the first time in over an hour. the three of you had an agreement: no phones during study hours, otherwise you all end up sharing stupid videos and losing time. you were usually the one to break.

"no phone," chan reminded you, pushing a palm into his cheek after adjusting his glasses on his nose.

"get bent, loser," you said, proving vernon's argument with a perfect example before noticing the notification you had received from the aforementioned rich boyfriend. "speak of the devil."

"oh?" vernon perked up. despite the shit your friends gave you for your less than conventional job, and how that shit had increased sevenfold when you told them jeonghan had asked you to work with him exclusively, they did still found it vastly entertaining. "wait, lemme guess. a grand re-opening of a hotel. i bet it's haunted."

you laughed at him then shrugged, pouting out your lips as you read the text. "he's asking if i'm busy now."

"yeah, we're studying," chan said immediately, looking between the two of you as you both stared at him silently. "seriously? finals start in four days."

you looked at your laptop, pursing your lips. "i mean, i'm basically ready to submit this project, and it's not due til tuesday…"

it was chan's turn to roll his eyes, throwing his pen down in annoyance and leaning back on his palms. "remember last year? when we all cared about our classes?"

"i care!" you insisted. "remember when you ditched our study date on monday?"

chan grabbed a pillow off the couch and whacked it towards you, making you squeal as you defended yourself. "i had a shift at the restaurant, you dick!"

"okay, and?" you grabbed the pillow from his grip, threateningly drawing it back just to make him flinch before planting it in your lap and putting your attention back on your discarded phone. "i might be picking up a shift last minute. we all gotta make money somehow, lee jungchan."

"at-" he paused to look at the corner of his ipad. "11:30pm? sounds innocent."

"hey," vernon interjected. "plenty of innocent things happen at 11:30. maybe he just wants tteokbokki."

you laughed, typing out a response on your phone. "yeah, probably something like that."

han💝: are you busy right now?

25 minutes ago.

you: sorry, i was doing school stuff with the guys. i'm wrapping up now tho, whassup?

han💝: have you eaten?

you: i did~ you?

han💝: yup 😇 when are you free?

you stared at your screen for a moment. jeonghan wasn't the type to beat around the bush when there was something he wanted, and you had definitely been wrong about how innocent his late night weekday text had been. you swallowed, thinking about how you had insisted to your friends that he was definitely not your boyfriend despite the tabloids saying he was. it was an act, you told them. that he just wanted the rumors to stop, and he had fun with you. they had bought it, but you hadn't divulged the tiny detail that you were definitely fucking him on occasion - sometimes for fun, and sometimes purely to fill a need, but always the most fun you'd ever had. you also hadn't admitted the probably more relevant information that you may have already exchanged i love yous with the architect, nearly three months prior to your current study session, despite not taking the time to redefine your relationship with one another. you glanced up at vernon, who was spinning his pen in his fingers as he read from a textbook, then over to chan, who had resumed his digital highlighting in favor of stewing over your questionable decisions.

you: i can be home in 15?

han💝: i can be there in 25.

you: making me wait a whole ten minutes? 🤕

han💝: 🙄 you better be waiting

you exhaled, closing your laptop. "i'm going home."

chan's head fell to one side. "really?"

you scowled at him. "i finished my project, which is more than i had planned for today," you said matter of factly, pulling your bookbag over from where it was leaning against a wall. "how's the organic chemistry study guide?"

"shut up," he groaned, collapsing over the table. "what kind of idiot goes to college on a fine arts scholarship and then minors in environmental sciences?"

"our kind of idiot," vernon said, watching you put your things away. "hanging out with jeonghan?"

"yeah," you said, looking at the time on your phone again. "you were right, we're getting tteokbokki. i'm gonna change out of this white shirt."

"told you," he said, looking at chan as he put his chin on the table, pouting.

"how come we don't get to go get tteokbokki with you and your rich boyfriend?" chan asked, head bobbing as his jaw stayed stationary against the table.

"not my boyfriend," you said again. "also, it's rude to invite yourself."

he groaned, sitting up. "then invite us!"

"maybe next time," you said, standing from the table and grabbing your phone. "i'll see you guys tomorrow?"

"yeah," chan confirmed, then pointed at you as vernon stood. "lunch tomorrow! don't forget. don't flake."

"i won't, jesus," you laughed, looking at vernon. "can you believe this guy?"

he widened his eyes at you in a look of solidarity, making you giggle and push his shoulder lightly. he chuckled and asked if you needed company walking home.

"i'll be okay," you said, pulling on your jacket. "thanks, though."

"'course. hit me up if you need anything." he gave you a peachy smile that spread to your face easily. "have fun. see you tomorrow."

the walk was quick, but colder than you expected, and you were huffing into your hands as you rushed into your apartment building. you were forced to take the stairs due to the broken elevator, hopping up each step and quietly laughing at the way jeonghan would react when he saw the out of order sign when he arrived.

once in your apartment, you changed out of the white shirt, exactly as promised, but not into something that would have better chances at surviving a late night tteokbokki excursion. you chewed your lip, looking down at the two options you had laid out on your bed, knowing you had to wrestle one on before you could start cleaning - jeonghan had knocked on your door when you had one leg in a pair of stockings in the past, and you didn't plan on repeating that stress inducing 53 seconds in which you practically tore a hole in them trying to hurry.

over the last few months, you had learned many miscellaneous things about the architect. he loved ice cream, but hated the way it made his stomach hurt. he, as a rule, changed his hair dramatically every three months, and while he had been a mousy brunette with bangs that just brushed past his eyebrows when you met him, he had since decided that he wanted to try blonde again, and let it drape more dramatically around his features. he loved his crew like they were his family, taking care of them in all the subtle ways they needed. he couldn't help but sing along to songs if he knew the lyrics. he thought anything pink was immediately cute.

you had also learned a few very important facts about jeonghan. one was that he never flaunted his wealth, but never hesitated to use it. he had a habit of letting a smirk betray his intentions when you mentioned something you liked, quickly normalizing his face before asking what you'd do for it. second, he loved winning. he would make bets with you and do just about anything to make sure you lost, whether it was suggesting a bet over a fact he knew he was right about or to decide who would get to eat the last chicken leg, a smug look on his face as you got ready to fight him for being a piss poor winner. third, while you would think he liked being right, too, he actually smiled more when you proved him wrong, and you knew it was because he loved being reminded that, despite everything different about the two of you, you were still equals.

most importantly, at least today, was the fact that he thought you were beautiful in a dress, but he was a real sucker for a t-shirt. and subverting expectations was one of your specialties.

you had done this a million times at this point. too many times, you thought, when the clerk at a lingerie store commented that you were using a different card than usual - jeonghan had decided to get you your own instead of just handing over his - causing you to radiate heat for nearly an hour afterwards. but somehow every time felt more exciting than the last.

red. red was the right choice, even if it was a little more complicated to put on. once you had tied off in all the right places, you put on a shirt that fell halfway to your knees, then hurried to clear your floor.

jeonghan was punctual, as always, texting you a quick "two away" that sent you into a near frenzy, whipping the white duvet over your bed so it laid straight, instead of bunched at the foot like you had left it that morning. kicking a drawer back under your bed on your way, you rushed to the bathroom and cleared the counter into a basket that got shoved under the sink, then quickly sprayed your perfume.

when there was a knock at your door, you were doing a last check of the apartment, making sure there was nothing too out of place as you backed your way to the front door. finally, you spun around, unlocking and pulling it open to reveal your thursday night appointment.

"why didn't you tell me your elevator was broken? i would have made you come to me."

you laughed, your hand going up the door as you leaned against it "hello to you too, jeonghan."

he smiled at you, eyes making a not so subtle glance down your bare legs, hands in the pockets of an unzipped padded coat over what he had clearly worn at the office that day - slacks and a shirt with vague wrinkles around the collar, evidence that he had taken off his tie in the car. you smiled back at him, and he stepped into your threshold, asking how you were.

"well," you said, helping him take off the coat as he toed off his wingtip shoes, hanging the coat on the hook behind your door. "i finished a final project that isn't due til next week, and i feel confident about two of my three exams, so not too bad."

he chuckled at you, brushing his own hair back before pulling you into his arms. "look at you, university student. what, three more terms?"

you giggled into the kiss he gave you as a greeting. "four. but you knew that."

he smiled against you, caught in his own pointless joke of pretending he didn't hold onto every word you said. his hands ran over your hips, your shirt bunching up slightly between his fingers as he enjoyed the way you felt. he had seen you this weekend - a convention for a keynote and a welcome party - but he had taken you home early with an innocent kiss at your door so you could study. he hadn't gotten to rememorize the way your spine curved under his touch, your arms over his shoulders as he kissed you again, deeper. you let out a small noise when he squeezed his palm against the flesh of your ass, unable to help the giggle that fell from your lips when he pulled away slightly, his thumb feeling over the lace of your underwear.

his eyebrow raised slightly. "you said you were studying with the guys?"

you rolled your eyes. "i had time to change."

his head tilted almost imperceptibly. "so you were actually waiting for me?"

"sure was," you attested, emphasizing with a cock of your own head. "i'm always waiting on you."

he started to back you up just then, invading your space until you were forced to step back, but he confidently guided you through your small kitchen to the main living space of your officetel. his face was right up against yours, close enough to be necking, but his eyes darted around the room quickly before his lips curved into a smile against yours. "you had to clean, didn't you?"

you shook your head, pivoting on your heels and backing yourself up against your small counter. he happily readjusted, a hand landing on the counter beside your hip as you caught him in a fleeting liplock. "i'm always waiting on you, hannie."

and that was when he gave up on letting you speak, because he had been craving something for almost two weeks now. because he had been thinking about you all day. because the thought of you spending even innocent time with people that weren't him when all he wanted was to be with you, all day, every day, was enough to make him forget about anything else. so he put a hand on the side of your neck, tugging you into him as he dove deep enough into you to make you moan. your arms pulled back, fingers grasping at the collar of his shirt as he pulled your thigh up his hip. you quickly put the heel of your palm on the counter, other hand staying on his collar as he kissed you desperately, pushing yourself onto the surface so he could pull back and run his hands up your thighs, eyes fixed on anything the shirt would drag over. you put your hands on the counter behind you, arching your back slightly as his hands drifted towards your waist, revealing the red lace over your hips and the satin that tied over your stomach.

his eyes flicked up to yours. "did i buy this for you?"

your lip tugged between your teeth. "technically, you buy everything for me, boss."

he breathed out a laugh, tugging the shirt - and, by proxy, you - close enough for him to kiss you before pulling it over your head. you sat up while jeonghan threw the garment knowingly towards your hamper, undoing more buttons on his shirt. when his eyes landed on you again, you almost felt small. like a lamb caught in the sights of a wolf, and it was a feeling you knew well now. you felt his gaze running up your body, his hands barely drifting over your skin where the satin revealed it as he took in the the way the fabric crossed over your chest, breasts hardly hidden under the lacy cups. a present, almost. the best one he could ever ask for, tied neatly with a satin bow just above your belly button. goosebumps went up your arms when his eyes met yours again, and his fingertips worked their way under a strip of fabric, pulling you by your waist so he could devour you.

red was the right choice. even if it had been a little more complicated to put on.

his hands went to your ass almost immediately, closing the already barely there gap between you as he pulled you off the counter. your feet landed on the floor, and there must have been confusion in your brows with the way jeonghan chuckled into your mouth, hand securely on your jaw.

"you're too good to eat in the kitchen."

"funny," you pondered, the word brushing over his lips in a way that made his jaw drop ever so slightly. "hasn't stopped you before."

if you really had been a lamb, you would have been the easiest prey he had ever encountered - you couldn't help but fight back, and what chance of winning against your natural predator did you, the obvious prey, have? but if jeonghan really had been a wolf, then he would have been the stupidest in the pack, because he went and managed to get seduced by his dinner, and if he got a do over, he would do it the exact same, again and again.

you gripped at the collar of his shirt, pulling him with you as you backed into your small living area, giggling when you left his lips for a moment, skipping once to close the distance to your bed and standing dutifully by it as jeonghan caught up to you, a smile on his face as he watched you. you draped your arms over his shoulders, hands landing at the crown of his head as he slotted himself under your presence. his hands went to your shoulder blade and the small of your back respectively, your skin warm against his fingers that had just been exposed to the late december night. he kissed you for a long moment, seemingly getting lost in the way you engulfed him in the most intoxicating feeling he had ever experienced.

your hands landed on his nape, fingers raking through his hair as you focused your effort into molding your mouth against his. he seemingly woke up, remembering that there could be more to this than just swapping saliva for the indefinite future when he scooped his hand under your ass, the tips of his fingers brushing against you and pulling a moan from your chest. he pulled away a second, giving you a dreamy smile before placing his other hand on your chin, holding your mouth open as he lapped into it once, then watched you gasp as he pushed his fingers over you again.

"so you're needy, too?" jeonghan mused, thumb and forefinger firm against your jaw, and you let out something between a whine and a moan, wishing he would just hurry up and feel how wet you were instead of just teasing you about it.

"it's been a hard couple of weeks," you admitted, swallowing once to coat your dry throat. "i missed you."

his eyes ran over your face at your confession, studying you for just a moment before a small smile broke on his lips. "i missed you, too, angel."

when he kissed you again, you exhaled into it, your arms wrapping around his neck. he smiled again, against you this time, before he pushed at your hips until you were torn from him, spinning you until a firm hand on your spine bent you over your mattress. your heart fluttered, a hand instantly going to curl around where his fingers found grip on your waist. you hurriedly pulled your knees onto the edge of your bed, curving your back as he tightened his grip, tugging your hot core directly against the bulge in his pants.

you moaned out, pushing your cheek into the bed and looking back, gaze running up his mostly open shirt and dishevelled blonde locks. his eyes found yours, hips teasing you with exactly what you wanted and too much clothing to enjoy to its fullest. your mouth gaped, the hand not occupied by his reaching back and gripping lightly at the fabric of his slacks, trying to pull him closer, hinting at the need for better satisfaction. he smiled again, quickly reaching down and grasping your hand, pushing it up your back and making you whine as you clutched at his fingers.

"here's an idea," he pitched, confident in what he had come up with. "what if i use your pretty red ties to keep your hands out of my way?"

you gasped, pushing back against his hips, trying to work out how he could hardly react when you already felt like falling apart. "jeonghan, please-"

"who?" he asked playfully, fingers gliding under the red across your lower back.

"please, han-"

"who?"

you whined. "daddy, please!"

he pushed his hips against yours again, making you cry out and bury your face in your duvet, the smirk not leaving his lips once. "that's my angel."

and while you wanted to give him shit for so quickly undoing the ties you had to work out hardly ten minutes prior, the way his fingers ran over your ribcage to undo the bow on your stomach made any coherent word escape you. he pushed your wrists together against the base of your spine, and you obediently let him tug the satin taut over your stomach, but slipped a finger under it to make sure you still had give before folding them over your wrists and tying a bow there, instead. you squirmed your hips against him as your fists clenched, and jeonghan lost control of his hips for an extended moment, letting them roll against you until you were babbling.

you were making an increasing wet spot on the front of his slacks, and even though he knew he would have to leave here wearing these at some point in the near future, and he had never left your apartment without running into at least one of your nosy neighbors, he couldn't find it in him to care, because with every cant of his clothed member against your hot, soft cunt, he was getting closer and closer to sinking in completely, and that's all he could think about.

you gasped for breath, impatient. "damn it, jeonghan-"

"i thought we agreed-"

"-i'm always fucking waiting for you," you whined, looking back at him again. "don't tell me this is all you've got."

he smiled, crooked and impressed, then backed off. you gasped at the loss, your wet panties catching the vague breeze caused by him pulling away just before he yanked your hips up, bettering his angle to stare directly at the sopping fabric as he ran a thumb over your slit, fingers digging into your ass cheek. he undid his belt with his right hand, yanking it out of the loops of his pants as he distracted you with his touch. your arms strained, wanting to brace yourself, but you were forced to settle for gripping your own forearms as he pulled his needy cock out of his pants.

you gasped, pussy clenching in reaction when he tapped the head of his cock against the wettest spot in your panties, and he couldn't help but push against your reactive hole when he saw the way it just kept getting wetter. you garbled, knuckles white, and the damp fabric caught on the tip of his cock as he guided it through your folds.

"fuck," you moaned out once, then took a couple rabid breaths, chest already pressed into the mattress in desperation. "jeonghan-"

"you keep calling me that," he said, pulling back again, and you would have killed him if he didn't fuck you so well. his hands on your ass, he pulled you apart, staring down at the way your cunt pulsed in need, slowly leaking in anticipation. "if you do it again, i'll go home."

you gulped, brows knit together in need. "yes, daddy."

"oh, angel," he purred, a shiver running up your spine at the name when you realised his breath was against the crease of your thighs. the realization came too late, though, his tongue already running a flat path over your fabric covered lips. "i could get drunk on you."

if there was anything jeonghan was, it was good with his mouth. quick wit and a scathing tongue were the reasons everyone else thought so. you, though. you knew first hand how easily he could leave someone gasping and shaking just because he had his lips wrapped around something he shouldn't.

you exhaled harshly, breath catching in your throat when jeonghan ran his fingers over you again, yanking your panties aside to dig in.

the squeal that turned into a moan as it escaped you made him smile as he ran his tongue through your folds, fingers kneading your ass while he held you open. his languid muscle lapped over the hood of your clit, making you garble slightly before pushing your chest into the bed, hoping to curve your back more and better his angle at your sensitivity.

jeonghan never ate like he was starving, he ate like he wanted to savor it. he carefully appraised you, studying your specific reactions and how they differed from the last time he had you. he ran a flat tongue over you once, making you whimper and bury your face in the duvet, positive you were going to start crying soon. then, carefully placed kisses, sucking your lips between his, alternating with tongue digging just far enough to breach your sensitive hole.

he ran his tongue up your crease, and while you had an expectation of some focus on your now dripping slit, he let his tongue continue, wetting your puckered hole and making you gasp.

"what," he asked, placing his thumb over it to watch you squirm. "haven't you been practicing?'

you whimpered when the pad of his thumb dipped further into you. "it's finals week and you want to put it in my ass?"

"and who pays for your school, sweetheart?"

you whined, prolonged and annoyed. "because you begged me to let you."

he snickered, lips brushing against your pussy. "fine," he muttered, kissing at you again with his thumb still against your hole. "but i expect you to get on it."

your eyes were definitely wet now, stinging as you clamped them shut and backed yourself up against him, fingers clenching into fists on your back. one of jeonghan's hands ran up, over your hip, landing on one fist, and you immediately clutched at his fingers as he laced them with yours, your chest on fire and a gasp escaping you when his tongue found your clit again.

you had bent yourself at such an angle that he didn't even have to hold you apart at this point, just your soaked panties out of the way, and he backed up slightly to watch as he gently traced his fingers in your folds. "you're like dessert."

you whimpered, sniveling as you unburied your face, cheek against the duvet. "am i sweet?"

"so sweet, angel," he told you, proving the thought by lapping against you once. "but you could be sweeter."

you moaned out. "maybe if you let me cum."

jeonghan chuckled, his breath hitting your clenching core. "you think you deserve that?"

"yes," you whined, wiggling your hips under his hold and sighing when he put an open mouthed kiss directly on your core in response. "don't you want a taste?"

you almost thought you convinced him, especially when you moaned again and his fingers squeezed yours slightly before pushing his tongue against your hole, but his head won over his heart. "you talk too much."

you yelped when he tugged your hand, pulling you up by the ties around your waist. you scrambled to find balance on your knees, and jeonghan pulled you against his chest, hand curving over the front of you before he pulled you off the bed. you almost stumbled, but he helped you stand and spun your body, kissing you once then smiling.

"knees, sweetheart."

you huffed. "no please?"

his fingers held your jaw again, forcing you to open your mouth slightly at him. his eyes were trained on your lips, your tongue - he thought about how soft it felt. how much he missed that. the look in his eye was enough to make your knees wobble slightly, and he slotted his mouth over yours again, savoring the taste of your tongue on his. when he pulled away, you knew you were done for. "put that smart mouth to work."

suddenly obedient, you let him help you to your knees, arms still bound behind your back as you looked up at jeonghan. he sighed, a hand brushing your hair out of your eyes as the other held his cock level to your face.

"what did i do to deserve such an angel today?"

you blew a gentle stream of air at the leaking head of his cock, looking up at his stilted reaction. "don't take it for granted."

"you're right," he said, fingers brushing through your hair to your crown, holding you in place as he pushed his hips forward. "i'll reward good behavior."

you almost let a whimper escape as he pushed your lips open, the head of his cock being met by the plush tongue he could never forget about. he sighed at the feeling, and you eagerly took his head entirely into your mouth. his eyes met yours briefly, his shirt hanging open and his eyes shadowed by his blonde curtains. this time, the whimper did escape, and you wiggled your hips slightly in hopes of managing to get some form of friction from your underwear. jeonghan pushed his hips closer to you, his eyes closing slightly as you took more of him against your tongue, and his fingers tightened against your scalp.

"you feel like heaven."

you moaned in response, and he pushed further into you, making your tongue flatten and your jaw open more, feeling his cock against your palate. your pussy throbbed in need, the thought of pleasing him, of servicing him making your arousal wake even more. you flushed at the realization that this was doing it for you, and you wondered if he felt the slight tense in your tongue before you pushed yourself as far onto his cock as you could. your eyes clamped shut, and you heard him grunt as he tried to maintain his composure with your throat constricting around him. you pulled off slowly, looking up at him, then sliding yourself over him again in one fluid motion, his groan long and strained.

"you," he choked out, swallowing as he composed himself, running a hand through his hair. he shook it out of his face, looking down at you before gripping your hair against your scalp. you whined. "is this what you want?"

you moaned against him, lapping your tongue against the underside of his cock. he took it as a yes, using his hold on your head to push into your mouth fully again. he groaned again, his cock pulsing against your throat, but he had the restraint to keep you unsatisfied by the taste of his cum on your tongue, retreating from your mouth completely.

your thighs shook, but only barely, and his eyes raked over your dishevelled form, struggling against your binds. you gulped before you tested your vocal chords.

"can we skip to the part where i'm riding you like my life depends on it?"

jeonghan grinned at you, helping you to your feet before sitting on the edge of your bed. "you read my mind."

"well, daddy," you bit, kneeing yourself onto the bed to straddle his lap, moving with him as he pushed further onto your mattress. "you're starting to get predictable."

"i'll let that slide this time," he chuckled, a hand on your cheek pulling you down to kiss him again, long and deep, and your eyebrows knit as you dipped and rolled your hips, your damp lace panties rubbing up jeonghan's bare cock. he moaned, throwing his head back and letting that lead his body, landing among your pillows that you had haphazardly thrown in an aesthetically pleasing mess only minutes before he had arrived. his hand gripped your waist, helping you grind against his velvety member with your hands behind your back, and he couldn't help but stare at how that fact meant your chest was pushed forward, and your perfectly wrapped breasts were on full display for him. his thumb ran over a particular strip of red satin, one that scooped under your breast, and you bit at your lip, rolling your hips to get some much needed friction.

his eyes shut briefly, but he refocused quickly, wrapping his hand over your breast, knowingly rubbing over where your nipple was barely obstructed. it puckered, reacting fast to his delicate touch and the added layer of lace, and jeonghan looked up at you as he pulled himself forward, capturing your nipple between his lips.

you whined, pussy aching for more as you practically buckled over him. "no fair," you gasped, thinking of how normally, digging your fingers against his scalp and pulling was a surefire way to even the playing field. "i can't use my hands."

he smiled against your breast, lapping over your nipple again and kissing it farewell. "it's not meant to be fair," he said, and you picked yourself up off him. he took the hint easily, reaching down and standing his cock on end, the tip already teasing at your folds. the hand on your waist dipped down over your hip, reaching around your ass and pulling aside your panties. your squirmed against his touch, leaning into him to steal multiple open mouthed kisses as your sopping cunt sank down over the rocket red head of his cock.

his head fell back, eyes rolling back and shutting as you sat down completely, his grip tight against your hip and and thigh. you stared at him, eyes threatening to glaze over, and rotated your hips over him, his cock bumping into every spot in you that made you need him more. you cursed, already feeling yourself unwinding at how much you had already had to endure, but refusing to give him the satisfaction.

he laughed, amused by your face. "already?"

"shut up," you panted, fingers loosening slightly from your clenched fists as you adjusted. "i haven't even made myself cum since the last time we fucked."

"ah," he grinned, breathing out a laugh as he pushed himself up into you. you yelped, wishing you could hold the hands that were gliding over your waist. "a little pent up, then?"

you rolled your hips, making jeonghan's smile drop slightly in reaction. "i can hold out."

"doubt it," he retorted, thumb grazing over your peaked nipple as you continued your rolling, slowly and deeply riding him.

you caught your bottom lip in your teeth, rotating your hips once and smiling at the way jeonghan's grip on you tightened. "bet i can make you cum before me."

"without your hands?" he asked, letting out an amused breath. "you can try."

you huffed, wiggling your hips and scooting further back, altering the angle and making his mouth drop open slightly. your lip quirked upwards. "i bet i can."

his eyes met yours, dark and hot, and you involuntarily clenched around him, his grip on you tightening again. "what do you want for it?"

"for you to stay the night," you said, lifting yourself up by your thighs slightly and leaning back as you sunk back down. "and you have to wake me up before you leave."

his mouth opened at your motion, and it became an open mouthed laugh at your request. "you're wasting a bet on me staying the night?"

"you never stay the night," you whined, continuing your bobbing on him, his hands helping balance you as you did. "i always wake up alone here."

he thought about that as well as he could with his cock throbbing in you, your velvet walls pulling him in deeper, distracting him as he tried to gather his words. "i have an early meeting tomorrow, sweetheart."

you sat still for a moment, breasts moving as you took heavy breaths. you leaned forward, and jeonghan's hands ran over your back, down to your ass, holding you as you kissed him and he pushed himself into you further. your brows knit, lips tugging his slightly. "wake me up when you do. that's all i want."

he stared up at you, realizing you were serious. he thrusted up into you again, making you squeak quietly, and he smiled. "only if you don't cum before me."

you exhaled harshly, grateful that he helped you sit back up with your hands still tied to your spine. if they hadn't been, you would have gotten him out of his shirt. it would have been gone eons ago, along with the slacks he had dropped just below his hips. all the evidence that he had every intention of putting his clothes back on when you were done. "i won't."

so he laid his head back, smiling at you, not intending to make it any easier for you by meeting you halfway despite his steadying hands staying on your hips. his eyes were practically shut, dreamily watching your expression change as you rolled your hips in all the ways you remembered him liking. he enjoyed this greatly, and you could tell by the way his eyes drifted all over you, but you kept as much focus as you could manage on getting him as close as you were. and when you saw his eyebrow pitch slightly, you repeated the motion that caused it, and his eyes shot open, looking up at your face first, gaze running down to where he was buried in you, and they shut again at the feeling as his head fell back.

you moaned, struggling to keep yourself from letting go, and you looked down just in time to watch jeonghan stretch his neck out, letting an elongated moan escape him. you huffed, suddenly confident. "you gonna stay the night?"

he grunted, his fingers digging into your hips. "fuck, you're so warm."

"c'mon, daddy," you teased, ignoring the burning in your thighs as your breath heaved. "we can cuddle all night."

"cum for me, angel," he groaned. "i wanna feel you."

you almost laughed. "i'm not falling for that."

his lip quirked, but he pulled you down against his chest again, making you yelp into a groan as his cock twitched in you. "i need you to cum with me."

you tried to respond, but he had his hands wrapped around you to hold you steady as he fucked up into you, making you squeal at first. "w-wait, but the b-bet-"

"fuck the bet," he muttered, a hand coming to your jaw to kiss you as he slammed himself into you repeatedly, making you whine and gasp against his mouth. "i'll stay. just cum with me."

your jaw dropped, and he took advantage of it, lapping into your open mouth and making you moan into his. you inhaled sharply, eyes shooting open as you looked at him, your pussy already clenching around him in release as he fucked into it harshly, his breath stuttering as you pulled the last thread of self control out of him. how could he help it, when you were always such a brat, but still listened so well when he really needed you to?

you were right. jeonghan never stayed the night. he had given you a million excuses at this point, and you had stayed the night at his plenty of times, but he always found an excuse to leave in the cover of night as you slept through his quiet and careful dressing. maybe he felt bad, knowing that you would never get the definition from him that you would likely want eventually - you had both agreed that whatever happened happened, and you said you were happy with that, but something nagged at the back of jeonghan's mind, telling him you deserved more than what you would get from him. being in your room made it hard to ignore that you had a future without him - a good one, too. a creative one. a happy one. he wondered if he deserved to be distracting you from that for his own selfish need of your attention to distract from his own struggles. that guilt usually kept him up. kept him staring at your ceiling as you quietly snored, and eventually made him leave without saying anything.

but that night, after he had helped you out of your complicated lingerie and made sure your arms felt okay, giggling when you had to blow your nose and flinching when you tried to hit him. after you had both had water and brushed your teeth, and he had undressed just as much as you were and got under your duvet. long after midnight, he laid with you, completely aware that he should be waking up in less than five hours, but not thinking about it, because his smile was murmuring sweet nothings against yours, and you couldn't help but kiss him slowly until neither of you were conscious enough to continue, your breath shared and your limbs tangled as dreams whisked you away.

he loved you in his world. he loved taking you to galas and events, buying you new outfits for each. he loved watching you dazzle crowds with your down to earth humor and winning charm, proud to have been the one you arrived with. he loved the version of you you could become, that you could rise to the occasion of the public girlfriend, one that the press would eat up and his publicist would adore. he loved you in his world, but he had a preference for yours, because no amount of glitz and glamour could ever compare to being awoken that morning by you, pulling his cheeks in opposite directions and giggling despite being nearly just as asleep as him. the late morning sun streamed through your apartment's only window and landed directly on your white duvet, effectively lighting up the entire room.

"what time is it?" he murmured.

you looked up at your bedside, eyes struggling to focus. "eleven."

"didn't you have class today?" he asked, blinking the sleep from his eyes as they adjusted, a smile already breaching his lips at the way your fingers slid back from his cheeks, burying themselves in the hair at his nape. his brow furrowed at a thought. "didn't i have a meeting?"

"well," you started, planting a kiss on his lips before continuing. "i only had study in my engineering class this week, which is great for studio time, but vern works for the school station. so i essentially have access to studio whenever i want." you blinked at him with a smile, and he let out a laugh at your punctuation. "i don't know your excuse."

he looked around. "where's my phone?"

your eyes scanned over your pillows, and you grabbed the one you had slept on to check under it. he spotted it the same time as you, face down, and he picked it up and hit the unlock button.

"ah," he laughed, tossing the phone on top of the pillow you had replaced, pitch black screen up. "that'll do it."

"shit," you muttered, reaching for your charger and grabbing his phone, flopping off him to plug it in. "seungkwan's gonna hate me."

jeonghan had to stretch to hide the way he giggled. "he won't hate you."

"i've been on thin ice ever since he walked in on us in your office, and we weren't even naked," you said, giving him a look. "making you miss a meeting is definitely putting me in the water."

"only for a week," he responded. "he'll mend the bridge at drinks."

your eyebrow raised. "drinks?"

he blinked at you. "yeah, next thursday." he squinted. "to celebrate the end of your finals?"

you laughed, positive this was the first you were hearing of it as you turned jeonghan's phone on. "were you gonna invite me?"

"i swear i told you," he said, accepting your embrace when you crawled over him again, arms securely wrapping around you to let his fingers run over your bare form.

"i guarantee you didn't." you paused, scanning his face. "how long has this been a plan?"

he was staring you dead in the eyes, but seemingly because he was more disappointed in himself than you could ever be. "a week and a half." a laugh spilled from you, forehead tapping against his for a second as he started laughing, too. "you're sure i didn't tell you?"

"i'm absolutely certain, jeonghan," you giggled, leaning into him until your lips were nearly on his. "you should really just give me access to your calendar."

"now, that's an idea," he muttered, anticipating your taste on his tongue.

you smiled before indulging him in a kiss that was too deep to not lead elsewhere, but was interrupted by his phone buzzing to life on the pillow beside him. you both looked to it, watching as it interrupted itself with vibrations, a seemingly never ending stream of notifications. when it finally slowed, he looked at you, and you looked back, and he let out a short laugh. he picked it up, and you decidedly laid down, tucking yourself into his side as he pulled the phone cord over you to check what hell hath unleashed to warrant the amount of messages and calls.

he was swiping away notifications of emails - meeting cancellations, confirmations, cc's of seungkwan apologizing to a client for the need to reschedule their home visit - when his screen lit up, the id reading "uri bbu."

"good morning, seungkwan," jeonghan said, answering on speaker. "did you sleep well?"

"oh, really," his assistant trailed off, clearly pulling the phone away from him as he silently swore, and you put a fist over your mouth to avoid laughing. "good morning, boss. where are you?"

"in bed," jeonghan said. "i forgot to plug my phone in and slept too well. sorry, seungkwannie."

he sighed. "you weren't at home."

"if you knew where i was, why'd you ask?"

"blind hope that you had an actual reason to be uncontactable for twelve hours?" seungkwan clicked his tongue. "hyung, i had to reschedule or cancel your entire day because i had no way of knowing if you w-"

"i saw that," jeonghan interjected, lips forming a pout as he spoke. "that was smart, thank you, seungkwannie. since you did that already, i guess i might as well take the rest of the day off, huh?"

he sighed again, and you gave jeonghan a disappointed look, only to receive a half hearted shrug and a fully shiteating grin in response. seungkwan's voice pulled your eyes back to the phone. "you were easier to work for when you were gay."

your hand slammed over your mouth as you rolled away to rattle with laughter, jeonghan laughing freely and patting your back. "i bet she agrees with you."

you rolled again, flopping over and hitting him with a palm. he snickered at you, putting a finger to his mouth. you threatened him by drawing your fist quickly, and he put his hand up to block just in case as he listened.

"you're lucky i thought you might be dead in a ditch," seungkwan whined. "seriously, if i hadn't been so worried, i would kill you both."

"you can't get rid of me that easy," jeonghan joked, watching as you settled back into his side. "seungkwan, do me another favor?"

you knew seungkwan only cleared his throat to avoid sounding annoyed. "yes, hyung?"

"eat something really good today. use my card, please." you looked at jeonghan, watching his eyebrow crease slightly as he spoke. "take out a friend, too. get drinks. have a nice weekend."

silence for a moment, surely as seungkwan processed. "yes, sir. thank you."

"thank you, seungkwannie."

you stared at him for a while longer after he hung up, and he tossed the phone over you onto the mattress. he pulled your head down into his chest, making you let out a squeak before giggling, fighting against his grip. "what now?"

jeonghan hummed, letting you pop your head up to watch as he chewed his lip. "what do you want for lunch?"

he noticed the way your face faltered, asking what that look was for. "i'm supposed to get lunch with the guys today."

he sighed into a smile. "so you're ditching me after making me miss my entire work day?"

you whined, collapsing over his chest and pouting. "do you regret staying the night?"

he laughed, his hands running across your scalp. "absolutely not, angel. when do you have to go? i can take you."

you pursed your lips. "what if you came with?"

"to get lunch with your friends?" he considered that, clearing his throat. "i don't know."

"they'll like you," you assured, hands on his chest. "i like you so they'll like you."

he watched you pout at him. "chinese?"

"not this time," you giggled, thinking of how many times you had told jeonghan you were eating at chan's family restaurant. "we have a tradition. we get army stew before finals week."

"army stew," he repeated, smiling at you. "that sounds good. where at?"

you dug around for your own phone, grateful it still had 20% remaining when you eyed jeonghan's on your charger. "we usually go to a place on campus because it's cheap, but they'll be excited if i tell them we're going to grandma's."

"grandma's?"

you looked up at him. "yeah, there's this seafood house run by this eccentric old lady who really likes vernon. thinks he's handsome, i guess." you navigated to your group chat to let the guys know. "she always gives us extras, but it's almost 40,000 won for the pot we like."

"ah," he laughed. "because i'm paying?'

you looked at him. "i can pay."

"with my money?" he asked.

you giggled. "i just figured you didn't want shitty college campus snack bar stew."

"and you're right," he said, making you laugh as he pulled you to drape over him again. "tell them it's on me."

"oh?" you grinned. "be careful, they'll take advantage of you."

his eyebrow quirked. "like you do?"

"yeah, except they won't fuck you to make up for it."

he laughed, a hand finding your cheek and drawing you in. he put a slow kiss on your lips, making you let out the tiniest whimper. he smiled against your lips. "we do more than fuck."

you hummed, stealing more kisses from him, hoping to get enough that you'll be able to hold out until the next time you saw him - after finals, apparently, for drinks. "prove it," you teased, and you could only squeal and laugh when jeonghan rolled you off him, your head landing in a pillow and your arms immediately finding his neck, his neverending smirk kneading against yours in a way that meant he planned on doing just that.

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[bbugyu]

joshua was drawn to you the same way he was movies - because with you, time stopped, smiles lingered, and there was always a happy ending.

plot twist | crash zoom | happy ending

the original soundtrack - songs that inspired and are featured in the story

19.9k (legally not allowed to discuss) | joshua x afab enby!reader, smut, fluff, humor, like wow i laughed out loud writing this a few times, youtuber au, chef au, swearing, drinking, eating, detailed descriptions of meals, oh no i have to do smut tags, karaoke in bed, fingering LOL, protected sex, also a tiny bit of unprotected but he wraps it up before main event, oral (fem recieving), biting, l*ve m*king, this shit DOMESTIC, eating on the kitchen island (nsfw), a completely undeserved interruption, joshua cat dad alert, hao has bi wife energy in mmfcu, jeonghan is my fave character once again

and here it is! the finale to my incredibly self indulgent, year long joshua fic. icymi, there are links above to check out the first two parts of this series, plot twist and crash zoom. i've been working on this for so long i had to go reread the first two parts before i finished 😭 so honestly you might have to, too SDKJFHSDJHF thank you all again for 1k! i can't believe there's that many people that had the thought to follow me. i love you all so much. have a fic that's just me gushing over how in love i am with joshua hong for almost twenty thou- *ACE ATTOURNEY OBJECTION*

pussy havers you know why i have a thing for joshua's hands right. here, have two whole sex scenes that are way too hand focused.

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the kitchen wasn't the only thing to change dramatically with your arrival. it certainly wasn't that the apartment was poorly decorated before, but it was definitely simply decorated, clearly put together by a bachelor that had good taste and an appreciation for art, but a bachelor nonetheless. in all honesty, you had begun putting your signature finishings on just about every existing space in joshua's loft before you even moved in - more plants, for starters, and more rugs. more blankets and pillows. those changes just increased when you were officially paying rent.

"our loft," he would remind you periodically, when you referred to it as his by habit. our room. our bed. our bathroom. "our kitchen."

"no," you would joke, smiling at the way his hand always found your waist when you stood at the stove, frying kimchi and pork for stew. "pretty sure it's mine."

when joshua pulled an artificial tree out of storage in the spare bedroom a week after you moved in, you stared at him for a long moment.

"christmas?" you faltered, asking yourself why you hadn't thought about the fact that joshua was absolutely the type to be incredibly into the holiday.

he pushed the box across the floor, settling to leave it behind the couch, hands going to his hips as he grinned at you. "it's been so hectic around here, i'm a few weeks late to start decorating, but i think with the two of us working together, we can wrap it up in just a couple days."

you stared at him a second, thinking about how you hadn't once celebrated since you came to korea. "just a couple?"

"two or three," he confirmed. and while joshua had seen the hesitation in your eyes from the get go, he found your increasingly panic stricken look entertaining as he continued. "mostly because i'm not sure you'll approve of everything i normally use, so we might have to go get new stuff. maybe four. you're not busy this week, right?"

christmas had never been your favorite holiday. it wasn't one you celebrated often or fully, and your faith in the fantasy of it had been snuffed early when you recognized santa's handwriting as your mother's at the fresh age of four. despite this fact, though, you thought it only right that you play along for your first christmas in a space that joshua had called home for many before. so, you went through his decorations with him, decidedly saying no to some of the more tacky ones, but approving of more than he expected. you roasted his ugly sweaters as he pulled them out of the depths of his closet, but happily pulled one over your head anyways, striking a pose for him as he laughed. you climbed on the counters to put artificial boughs of holly and garlands of snow frosted pine along the shelving of your well stocked kitchen cabinets, leaving him watching you with a faint smile. joshua helped you back down from the counter, even though you didn't need it, really, and when you looked over again, he had that one look on his face.

"what?" you asked, quickly wiping the loose artificial pine needles from the counter into your palm, cleaning the granite to prepare lunch on. "what's that look?"

he shook his head lightly, a palm landing on the counter to watch you as you washed your hands. the slight smile never left. "i'm just looking."

you couldn't help the giggle that fell from your lips before you managed to bite at them. "well, stop."

his eyebrows raised, about as much as his voice did when he landed himself on the defensive. "i'm not allowed to look at you?"

"you're not just looking!" you pointed out, your finger in his face. "you're perceiving. that's much worse."

he grabbed your hand out of the air and pulled you into him, your other hand landing on his chest in a way that was familiar. "hey."

your lips lifted into a smile without your permission as you looked at him, his arms wrapping around your torso. "hi?"

and he stared at you a moment, that same look in his eyes, and you creased a brow at him.

"you okay?"

he laughed. "yeah, i'm fine."

"hell yeah, you're fine!" you exclaimed, the hand on his chest lifting to tug an imaginary foghorn. "awooga, awooga!"

the laugh joshua let out was completely out of his control, and his heart swelled as he realized he didn't have a choice but to finally tell you, even if he was a tiny bit nervous. because the first time he tried to ask you out, he had invited you to a nonexistent dinner party that he had to throw last minute. because the first time he tried to kiss you, you slapped him square across the face. because the first time he took you to bed, he had known what he was about to admit to you, but knew you hesitated to say such meaningful things without knowing that your entire soul was behind it.

"i love you," he stated. "i know you'll say you knew-" your face fell as he called out your exact thought, "-but i just wanted to say it out loud for once."

you blinked at him, then kissed him once, pulling away again to look him in the eyes. the words that came from you next weren't rehearsed, but genuine nonetheless. and you smiled at him as you said "joshua, i am utterly in love with you." you didn't argue when he pulled you against his lips again, melting into his chest in your kitchen.

the party was definitely more your speed than the decorations. you were a menu person, and your greatest enjoyment of christmas time had always been the excuse to make cornbread stuffing and buy a prime rib despite the seasonal price inflation, so you happily poured yourself into party planning to prove to joshua that you could like christmas, too.

not only were you someone who never particularly vibed with the idea of christmas, but you also never knew how to react to gifts. neither of these facts stopped joshua from excitedly presenting you with two neatly wrapped flat boxes after everyone had left. the dishwasher was loaded and he had showered, and your wide eyes as you set your tea aside told him you had been caught completely off guard.

"joshua," you whined, tearing your eyes from the presents on the kitchen island to pout at him. "i didn't-"

"i know," he said, shaking his head. "don't worry about it. you threw this incredible party and hosted all my favorite people on a holiday you don't care about. that's the best gift i could have asked for. besides," he put a palm on the counter and grinned. "i know you're planning something for my birthday, too."

your lips pushed out even further, eyebrows tenting at him. "you didn't have to get me anything."

"i wanted to," he stated plainly, a gentle smile never leaving his lips. "merry christmas."

you looked between the boxes - one larger than the other, but both wrapped in a kraft paper with swirling white patterns, adorned with gold ribbon bows - then at him. "which one should i open first?"

"uhhh," his lips pushed to one side as he thought, then he tapped the smaller. "this one, i think."

you pursed your lips and picked up the box, pulling apart the ribbon and undoing the tape on the back. he put his elbow on the counter and leaned over it as he watched you. in all reality, you hated receiving gifts - it made you anxious. the idea of someone spending money on you had always stressed you out, and you hated the unwrapping process and how it prolonged the anticipated reaction. you always worried about how people expect you to respond to whatever they had given you. worried you wouldn't love it as much as they wanted you to. worried that you would disappoint them somehow.

you revealed the white box and eyed him. "clothes?"

he laughed, tugging on his ear. "i'll be honest, this one was selfish."

you squinted at him, registering that he meant he bought it so he could see you in it, making him let out a chuckle. you pulled the lid off the box and peeled back the tissue paper, staring at the red floral patterns across black satin.

"oh, my god," you said, pulling the garment out of the box and revealing that it was a robe - a kimono style, with intricate red florals, sage green leaves, and gold trim. you stared at it, hardly able to process. "joshua, this is gorgeous."

he smiled, his chin in his palm and his fingers against his cheek. "i thought it would look even better on you."

you gaped at him, then looked back at the garment, processing how short it was. "you horndog."

he laughed, standing up straight. "listen, you're hot. can you blame me for wanting to see you in a little somethin' somethin' every once in a while?"

you giggled, laying it back in the box and closing the short distance between you to plant a kiss on his lips. "maybe if you're not too tired, i could… try it on?"

"oh?" his brows quirked up, putting his hands on your hips. "tonight?"

your shoulders bounced upwards, a smile finding his face. "merry christmas?"

that made him laugh, his nose crinkling, and he put a gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you. "open the other one, first."

you puffed out your cheeks and tugged the surprisingly heavy box towards you, eyeing him as you pulled at the ribbon gently. joshua had already proven that he knew you enough to give you something you would like - even if a sexy little robe wasn't exceptionally on brand for you, you couldn't help but appreciate being gifted something with the implication that he would love you in it, and who didn't want to feel wanted? even so, nerves bubbled in you as you carefully peeled back the paper, not bothering to save it due to the sheer weight of the box, and you let out a genuine gasp.

you looked at him, eyes wide. "you didn't."

he laughed. "nailed it?"

you didn't even know why you worried as you tore back the paper, pulling the board from its wrapping. because of course he would know exactly what you wanted - a beautiful, fifty centimeter long, and insanely durable teak cutting board. one you had been wistfully staring at every time the two of you ventured to the kitchen supply store for months now, but could never make the excuse to buy when you had so many perfectly usable cutting boards already. you whined, hugging it to your chest before putting it back on the counter and wrapping your arms around joshua.

"thank you," you muttered, willing yourself to not cry. "you nailed it."

"it's nice to know i know you," he said teasingly, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. "we've been doing this for a while now."

"six months and two weeks," you said. "but who's counting."

"me," he replied. "every day."

you smiled, and you clung to him still when you said, "oh, i'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," making joshua practically double over with laughter with his arms draped over you.

"we don't have to tonight," he assured you, brushing a stand of hair from your face as he grinned when you finally dropped your death grip on him enough to pull away. "i was honestly expecting it sometime after new years."

"not even for your birthday?" you asked, and his eyes went to the ceiling. the two of you had a tendency to schedule a block of time to mess around with each other, between your busy schedules and your need to recharge afterwards, but the longer you spent loving joshua, the less sex felt like work and more like leisure. you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist and humming. "i want to if you do."

"of course i do," joshua laughed. "i just want to make sure you don't think i'm expecting it. it's been a long day, and we leave for japan in, like, two days."

"listen," you said. "if soonyoung got his dick wet in our apartment today, i think it's only fair that you do, too."

"oh, fuck," he groaned, eyes clamping shut and a hand landing on his forehead. "fuck, i forgot. why did you remind me?"

and with that, you left him alone as you went to wash up, leaving the new robe hanging carefully on the hook behind the door of the en suite bathroom. you stared at it as you dried yourself off, wondering briefly where joshua had even found it, if he had stumbled upon it and couldn't resist or if he had been specifically seeking something out. you slipped it on, fiddling with the tie and adjusting the collar to sit loosely around your neck, showing more shoulder than it should, and you chewed your cheek with a slight smile. joshua had great taste, you thought. the colors looked vibrant against your skin, and the slit up the right leg showed just about your entire thigh. you tugged at the hem, taking a deep breath, and thought about how you could emerge from the bathroom without feeling incredibly awkward.

you weren't a sexy person. sure, you were perfectly capable of being sexy when it was needed of you, but it wasn't in your nature, and joshua knew that. it was one of the things he thought made you so charming. so, when you wracked your brain for a way to initiate sex without feeling like an absolute self-conscious fool, there was only really one way that came to mind, and you giggled to yourself at the thought, but immediately decided there was truly no other way to go about this.

joshua heard the bathroom door and looked up from his phone, lounging comfortably with his back against the headboard as he wasted time waiting for you to return. and when you started vocalizing the beat to a song he recognized, your leg kicking out from behind the wall, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, putting his phone aside to focus on whatever show you had decided you were putting on.

"i'm just a bachelor," you sang exaggeratedly, as you turned the corner with a hand up against the wall. "lookin' for a partner."

his eyes shut briefly from laughter, sitting up fully and folding his legs under the comforter to whoop and holler at you encouragingly, making you giggle. he continued the beat for you as you kept singing.

"gotta be compatible," you continued, skipping the lines you couldn't quite remember off the top of your head as you swung your hips excessively, slowly making your way to the foot of the bed. "takes me to my limits! blah blah somethin' somethin'. if you're horny!"

joshua laughed again, his hands clapping together as his eyebrows creased. he made a lasso motion at you, making you sputter out a laugh when he took up the song. "let's do this!"

you pointed at him with an extended arm and winked in a way that he could only giggle at. "ride it."

he pointed at himself, eyebrows raised and grin wide. "wait, i'm the pony?" he asked facetiously.

you laughed out loud, crawling up the bed just about as sensually as you could manage. "is your saddle not waiting?"

he grinned, enjoying the way too much of you showed as you approached, shoving the covers down his legs to clear your seat. you got up off your hands when you were close enough, kneeing the rest of the way when his hands met your hips, gripping you tightly as you straddled his sweats clad lap and he extended his legs again. "i was right about the robe."

"yeah?" you giggled, putting your hands on his shoulders as you settled. "y'like what you see?"

"i love what i see," he said, eyes running over your collarbones and flicking up to your face. "i fucking love you, i hope you know."

"okay, cornball," you said, rolling your eyes.

"you're the one who just tried to seduce me with ginuwine."

you pouted at him. "are you saying you don't want me to ride it?"

he laughed. "i never said that."

"because i don't have to," you said, eyes darting away from his.

"baby, please."

you sighed, maneuvering like you were getting off him. "we can just go to bed."

his grip on you tightened, making you laugh when he pulled you against his chest. "are you trying to make me cry?"

you giggled, fingers playing with the collar of his tee. "you would cry?"

he jutted out his lower lip, quivering it at you. "please ride my pony."

"okay, we're done with this joke," you said, and he laughed when you ran your hands up his neck, cupping his face as you leaned into him.

one of your favorite things about joshua was the way he held you. the way his large hands skated across your body with what felt like specific intention, tugging you against him as your mouths mingled. his fingers gripping at you, clothed or not, as his plush lips worked against yours. he tasted sweet, like spearmint toothpaste and the burt's bees chapstick he always kept in his pocket, and despite spending all day every day cooking and eating, gushing over seasonings and flavors, you thought this combo was the one you would be happy tasting for the rest of your life.

when his hand ran up your thigh, his wrist tucking neatly under the slit on your robe as he felt up the soft skin of your hip, he pulled back. "are you not wearing underwear?"

you blinked at him, lips already swollen. "i just got out of the shower, why would i have put on underwear?"

his lower lip dropped slightly, "y'know, you say you don't know how to be sexy. i think you're a liar."

you bit at your lip to stifle a smile, fingers on the collar of his shirt again. "maybe you bring it out in me?"

he recognized your fiddling fingers as a request and sat up, gripping his shirt behind his neck and pulling it over his head, and you let your eyes wander over his toned chest unapologetically as he threw it aside, to be dealt with at a later time. "you don't even have to try."

"well, you just saw what happens when i try," you joked, gesturing over your shoulder to the location of your leg tease. "we end up laughing."

he smiled at you, hands on your waist over the cool satin fabric. "there are few things sexier than being able to make me laugh. but trust me," he paused, looking over the robe again before making eye contact. "that's definitely not where it stops."

you cocked your head to one side, forcing joshua's gaze down your neck and over your collarbones, admiring how the robe ran down your chest into a suggestive v, but hid enough that left him licking his lips. you, however, were distracted by his now exposed shoulders, fingers gliding over the muscle there as you couldn't help but think about all the times you had clung to them. "you're not so bad yourself, hong."

he lured you in with a smirk on his lips, letting his back fall flush to the headboard again when you put his crooked smile to work, and you sighed into the kiss as your hands ran over his chest. you rolled your hips, hoping for a reaction, and smiled briefly when he groaned once. his lips withdrew from yours for a second, only to let out a hot breath as you made quick eye contact, but sooner than you could begin to miss the way his lips felt against yours, his hand was on the back of your head and pulled you into him, the fever behind the actions feeling sparked anew.

if joshua's hands gripping the back of your neck and the base of your spine respectively wasn't signal enough, you could tell by the bulge below your split thighs that he wanted you sooner rather than later. you rolled your hips against him once more, planting yourself directly on him, and he, again, groaned against you, but this time let his hand drift down, kneading at the soft flesh of your ass as he bucked up into you. you whined at the contact, his soft sweats rubbing against your bare core, and you thought briefly that if you didn't get him out of them soon, they would probably get ruined.

your arms were folded against his chest as his were wrapped around you when you broke away from him. "shua…"

he squeezed at your butt, letting his hand roam over your delectable curves, the other rubbing gentle circles behind your ear with a thumb. "darling?"

your voice caught in your throat when you felt the direction his hand was going. he smiled at you vaguely, eyes hooded, as you stared at him, unable to think when his fingers made their way down your ass, teasing lightly at the crease of your thigh, his finger tips barely catching your outer lips to spread you out. your forehead fell against his, eyes trying, but failing, to focus on anything but his smirking lips.

"what were you saying, baby?" he asked. by this time, he knew you. he knew your body. he had done this with you enough to understand it took a little extra to get you ready for these kinds of things. a little more touching and teasing than most people, but joshua would be lying if he said he didn't love every second he got to spend caressing and loving, preparing your body, especially if it meant you would get to enjoy the following events as much as he did.

you gaped at him, your hips raising lightly in reaction as his fingers sneaked towards your core. "i- uh…"

he chuckled at you, kissing you, the ephemeral touch of his pomegranate lips against yours as the tip of his middle finger made contact, making your mind go blank. "can't remember?"

"shut up," you muttered, gaze never leaving his lightly curved lips. "you're getting too good at this."

"too good?" he asked, waiting for you to open your mouth to respond before rubbing his fingertips through your folds once, making you gasp and grip at his shoulders. "i'm barely touching you."

your mouth hung open, and he used the hand at the base of your skull to pull you into a kiss, a whimper escaping you when he did. his fingers dipped into you lightly, slowly but surely working you up until you were grinding against them.

"josh, please," you whined, finally managing to look him in the eye, because in this moment, there was not a thing on the planet that sounded more appealing than letting him pull you apart. he kissed you again, gentler, before letting his fingers run over your slit and circle once around the bundle of nerves that made you moan against his parted lips. he did it again, your reaction raised in pitch, then decided you were clearly needy enough for him to sink a finger into your core.

"you're already wet," he muttered against you. "you're right, i am getting too good at this."

your eyebrows pitched inwards, your open mouth kisses getting desperate as he added another digit and curled them. you groaned, pulling away slightly as your back arched, nails digging crescent moons into his shoulders. "it's been a while."

"it's been two weeks," he reminded you, and you realized that was probably the quickest gap between any time the two of you had sex in the past, but somehow felt like it must have been eons, because the feeling of having hands all over your body was not one that had been familiar before joshua. he was smirking against your gasping lips, one hand never leaving the base of your neck to keep bringing you back to him. "i thought you didn't like sex?"

your eyes opened blearily, lips parted as you stared at him. "sex with you- ah- feels g-good."

he hummed. "how good?"

you almost laughed, put in shock by his question. "josh-"

he scissored his fingers in you, causing you to interrupt yourself with a moan. "how good, baby?"

"better than i've ever had," you panted out, forehead against his. he grinned at you, pulling you down to kiss him. he swallowed your gasps, and you felt yourself starting to need more, but just as you were about to say so, he pulled his hand from you and back around your thigh, only to push his fingers back into you from the easier angle. he slid the pad of his thumb through your natural lubricant before swirling it over your clit, your mouth agape and a low groan escaping you.

joshua loved these moments. he would never admit it, remembering that you had already jokingly called him a pervert with a devilish smile on your lips, when he had enjoyed having you from behind in a little pleated skirt and thigh high socks perhaps too much. all things considered, he was probably the least deserving of the title - even if it had made him want to lay into you even harder, which must have meant something - he put great effort into being the perfect gentleman in almost every situation. he was kind, thoughtful, respectful, at home and at work, but when he looked up at you, hovering over his lap with his hand buried in the crux of your legs, your lips parted just out of his reach and your fingers curling desperately against his nape, he had a hard time coming up with anything on this planet that he would rather be doing than you, and he meant that with the utmost disrespect.

you, too, were hard pressed to think of a place where you had more fun than on joshua's lap. surely there was, but nothing came to mind when he was touching you the way he did. his long, thick fingers curling into you, beautiful lips muttering filth and his undivided attention focused on the way your moans begged him to just fucking move on.

"i don't know what you mean," he said, his lip quirked slightly in a smirk. but despite his claim, he pulled his hand from your pussy, sticky fingers gripping you at the base of your hip to grind you down against his clothed, hardened member. you gasped, eyes shooting open before closing again as your head fell back, he took the opportunity to plant his lips against your pulse, tracing down your neck to one of his favorite spots on your body. the spot that he could dig his teeth into. the spot that never failed to make you melt in his arms and let out the most beautiful sound, lips parted and eyes shut as your hips rolled over his on their own accord.

your nails scraped against his scalp, and his tongue lapped out to cool the skin he had caught, his stilted groan pressed against your throat. you tried to lean back, less because you wanted to and more because you couldn't help but pull him towards you, and his hand ran up your back, under the robe, his fingers lighting sparks against your spine as you pulled your hands towards you, smooth across his neck and running down his chest, looking down at the way his abdomen flexed as he chased after you. your hands landed on his jaw, drawing him into you as your lips desperately met his again. your fingers ran back to lace through his hair, teeth tugging gently at his bottom lip and his hands gripping the back of your thighs as you lifted yourself off his lap.

his fingers gripping your soft flesh reminded you what you were here for, and you backed up, breathless. he lifted his hips for you when you made quick work of removing his pants and underwear, helping slightly by kicking his legs as you pulled them off. he reached under a pillow, retrieving the condom that he always planted there, tearing it open as you crawled back over him.

joshua couldn't help but stare at you, the way you were kneeling over him with the robe dropping off your shoulder slightly. your fingers teased up his neck and he blinked himself awake when he met your blown out pupils, remembering that he had been trying to put on the rubber and quickly resuming the action as you closed the distance between your lips again, almost distracting him completely.

"ready?" he asked, eyes flicking down to your lips.

you just nodded, keeping one hand on the side of his neck as the other went to the back of your own thigh, gently spreading yourself as joshua guided you down onto him. your jaw dropped as you sank, your forehead falling on his, and he groaned out, his hands immediately finding your waist.

"fuck," he said shortly, and your lip quirked upwards as you tried to focus on him. "you're always so damn tight."

your hands knit into his hair, just behind his ears, and you held him close as you slowly lifted yourself up, only to sink down at twice the speed. you let out a squeak, lips pursing together as the back of joshua's skull hit the headboard. you rolled your hips over his, mouth hanging open at the feeling of him deep in you, and his grip on your waist tightened.

"that's my baby," he muttered, a hand landing on your jaw and pulling you against his smirking lips again. you continued your movements, deliberately prolonging every roll as he kissed you, your whimpers and moans mingling together for long enough that your thighs started to ache from the repeated motion. you twisted your hips once in an attempt to give your legs a break and his jaw dropped in reaction, and you teased your tongue across his parted lips.

he sat up, holding you flush against his chest, spreading his legs as you adjusted to fold your ankles over each other behind his hips. with one hand between your shoulder blades to keep you from falling back and another maintaining residence on your waist, he rolled his hips up into you, fucking into you deeper as you moaned. your head fell back as he kissed down your throat, tracing a similar path he had before, but on the opposite side, the sensation paired with his cock deep in you making you roll your neck to allow him to dig his teeth into the flesh of your throat that would be just hidden by the collar of a tee. you moaned out, only giving him more vigor as he sucked at the skin between his teeth, causing your hands to run desperately up the back of his head, dark roots normally hidden by bleach blonde locks peeking out from your fingers. his arm flexed as he pulled you even closer against him, his hand grasping at your waist to hold you down, hips relentless as he repeatedly fucked up into you.

"fuck, j-josh," you panted out, chest heaving, the sentence labored as your body jolted from his thrusts. "fu-uck, i'm close."

he hummed against your skin, continuing his pace, his fingers digging against the satin fabric that was all but hanging off your body. "you feel so good, baby."

you pulled him to face you, kissing him once before muttering, "you make me feel good."

his teeth tugged at your lower lip and you groaned, your biceps pinned to your sides and your shoulders raising, nearing the summit that hadn't been climbed by any man before joshua.

and when you hit that high, breath shallow and goosebumps running up your arms, he kissed you softly and sweetly, whispering notes of adoration against your lips as your thighs quaked against his hips. you caught your breath, blinking away your blurred vision with tented eyebrows, and joshua swore he would never get sick of the look on your face after he got you there.

when your eyes refocused, you kissed him once, then put your forehead on his. "fuck."

he grinned, catching his breath after managing to hold out despite your walls pulsing around him in a way that felt far too good. "you okay?"

you laughed breathlessly, focusing on his lips. "i'm better than okay."

"good," he said smugly. you yelped lightly when he hauled your ass off the bed and adjusted to his knees, giggling when he dropped you back onto the mattress, your spine nesting in the scrunched up blankets as he hovered over you. you winced when he dropped his hips to roll against yours, almost forgetting how he felt hilt deep despite him having been there just seconds before. "one more?"

you nodded up at him, arching your back lightly to twist your hips against him despite his control over the position. his brow pitched inwards in reaction, and he let his elbow give out to swoop you into a kiss, your breath shared for a long moment as he let himself fall deep into you and your body and your lips. the way your shoulder peeked out from the now disheveled robe. the feeling of your fingers grasping at the hair on the back of his head. the way your legs wound themselves tightly around his hips, urging him deeper and keeping him close until he was losing himself completely in you. until your shared breath became shared gasps, and your whiney pleas reverberated against his lips. his finger tips digging into your waist, leaving barely there bruises that you would notice the next day and smile at. you even moaned out for him, loud, an erotic expression of his name that he had only gotten treated with recently with your increased comfort and the new development of getting to be actually alone together.

and when you were catching your raggedy breath once again, joshua had his forehead buried in your neck, unsure if he could even bring himself to move a finger after the satisfaction of indulging in all his wants and needs that were buried between your thighs. your eyes creaked open as he slowly lifted his head to meet them, and his lips pulled slightly into a vague, lopsided smile.

"i love you," he said after a moment.

you grinned up at him. "i love you."

"hang on," he said, and you giggled, knowing exactly where he was going, your arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders as he dropped his weight on your chest. you buried your face in his neck and kept your legs locked around him as he chuckled, continuing his predictable joke. "if i love you," he said, making you whine. "and you love me," - a protest, telling him to quit while he still could - "then who's flying the plane?"

you exhaled heavily making him laugh as he rolled your joined mass until he could get his arms properly under you, holding you tight against his chest, and despite acting like you couldn't stand his jokes, you couldn't imagine a place you would rather be.

japan, maybe, you thought, when you were holding his hand to guide him through an underground mall to get to this one specific teppanyaki place you had read about and needed to try. you were surrounded by high school age kids - a sure sign of high quality for low prices, you insisted as you pulled off your scarf - and he was grinning at you, thinking about how much this felt like the poetic reverse of your first trip together, where he had led you around jeonju. now, half a year later, you had spent the majority of the last week crafting the perfect food tour for his birthday with a list of his specific requests in mind - the ramen place was reserved for later, when the rest of your travel party could meet up with you, but you had already shared crepes and coffee, gone to a french patisserie, and you had plans to stop at a taiyaki stand after lunch, on the way to the temple you were visiting before dinner.

you tried to convince him a matcha ice cream bun was definitely in his calorie budget for the day, and when he argued against it you pulled the vacation card, asking when he would get the chance to enjoy such a treat while the two of you wandered around the beautiful temple grounds? it was an impassable opportunity, you told him, especially because was his birthday, and despite acting completely unconvinced by your argument, you still got to giggle when you wiped a spot of ice cream off his nose. he scowled at you, and you stuck your tongue out at him before you licked the ice cream off your thumb, but he couldn't help thinking that this might be his best birthday yet.

the condo you and your friends had rented off airbnb for your new years trip made for a pretty perfect party locale - a big entertaining kitchen where joshua had helped you film a sponsored video that helped pay for the trip, an opportunity you had bagged thanks to your viral boyfriend reveal only a couple months earlier that had practically doubled your subscriber count. and it was hard to not mention the amazing view you had of the tokyo tower, allowing you to cheer at the fireworks before joshua put an arm around your waist and tugged you into the best new years kiss you had ever had. you truly never thought you would love throwing parties as much as you did now, but perhaps it just took finding a group of people you genuinely loved spending time with - your closest friends. your inner circle. sure, you had always had karol, and you found krys a year earlier, but every day you were with joshua, you felt more and more comfortable opening yourself to more people. he trusted them, afterall, and you trusted him, so what reason did you have to hesitate?

"seokmin, grab it!"

you gaped at krys, who had taken it upon herself to eat every plate of her favorite sushi that passed on the conveyor belt. most of your crew had been hungover that afternoon, recovering from the new years celebration you had indulged in that morning, but by the time everyone had napped off the queasy feelings, you convinced them that you should all enjoy some high quality fish before you got on a train the next day to head to osaka. "how many do you need?"

she stared back at you, seokmin freezing with the sixth of the same plate in his hand as he, too, gave you wide eyes. "it's garlic salmon," krys said, as if that answered your question, and you blinked at the rest of the party in hopes that you weren't the crazy one.

soonyoung laughed, leaning back with an arm over karol's shoulder. "poor minnie, he's gonna get garlic bre- ow!"

the glasses on the table rattled and you grabbed the large, nearly empty bottle of beer to stop it from toppling, soonyoung leaned over the table clutching his shin after krys had slammed her foot into it. "shut the fuck up, kwon."

"i'm sorry, what?" you said, eyes wide as you looked at soonyoung. "seokmin's gonna get what?"

"haven't you heard? kr- fuck, that's gonna bruise!"

"stop abusing my boyfriend!" karol cried out, grabbing his arm and asking if he was okay.

krys pointed at her. "i will when he learns to keep his hamster cheeks shut!"

"what the fuck is going on?" joshua asked, hands raised while soonyoung exclaimed something about not being a hamster. "did i miss something?"

you glanced at jeonghan, who was casually sipping a beer as he watched you with a tiny smile from joshua's other side, and then you looked at seokmin, whose neck was at a 90 degree angle and every part of his face that you could see beet red. "holy shit, we both missed something."

"shut up," krys pointed at you. "everyone shut up."

your hands slammed on the table, making joshua jump beside you as you gave krys the most pained expression you could. "why didn't you tell me?"

"tell you what?" seungkwan interjected, eyes wide as he looked between different parties, watching the events unfold before him.

"i've been working so hard for this!" you wailed, purposefully being dramatic and earning a choke from jeonghan as he put down his beer and wiped his mouth, hiding his giggle. "you told soonyoung before me?"

"i didn't tell him shit!" krys whined. "and he's not telling anyone shit."

"he told me shit," karol deadpanned.

"oh, my god," krys made moves like she was getting out of the booth, even though seungkwan and jihoon were in her way. "my foot is going right up your hamster cheeks."

soonyoung cowered against karol for a second before seokmin grabbed krys' arm, effectively stopping her and making her squint at the dancer with her hand in a fist.

"wait," joshua said, his eyes flickering around the table. "hang on-"

you exhaled, leaning back in your seat. "at least i'm not the only one in the dark."

he started shaking his head slowly, his eyes on seokmin. "what the fuck did you-"

"jo-osh!" krys whined, and seokmin immediately pulled his palm from her bicep. "don't do this. please?"

"if you had told me i could have protected you," you pouted, arms crossing. "you're on your own now."

you watched joshua's jaw clench, holding back a giggle at how seriously he was taking this. "did you fuck my sister?"

jihoon spat his water back into the glass, making most of the table burst into laughter as krys and seokmin frantically tried to tell josh that it wasn't like that!

"it was just a kiss!" krys exclaimed, shoulders raised defensively. "i said i had never had one on new years and we were drunk! he was being nice to me, jesus!"

"right!" seokmin nodded, eyes big as he tried to calm his racing heart. "we only kissed. i swear, i would never-"

krys looked at him with tented eyebrows. "never?"

he stared at her, blinking as his mind floundered. "uh-"

"don't answer that," you interjected, a finger pointed at him. "plead the fifth. trust me, i'm on your side."

"his side?" joshua challenged, adjusting in the booth to face you better beside him. "his side? over mine?"

"i already told you to let this happen," you argued, reminding him of krys' birthday party months before with a finger in his face. "she can do way worse than the sweetest kindergarten teacher in existence."

seungkwan looked around, mouth hanging open, the revolving belt of sushi left completely ignored as your table bickered. "is it always like this with you people?"

jeonghan laughed, bringing his beer back to his lips. "usually, yeah."

you were thankful when you got back to korea - the trip had been incredibly fun, but absolutely stuffed with activity. cup noodle museum, super mario world, the tempozan ferris wheel - all treats krys had painstakingly planned out with your help picking restaurants in nearby locations. absolutely worth it, but completely exhausting, and you collapsed onto the sectional sofa in the loft's living room as soon as you arrived, making joshua laugh.

"want me to wash up first?"

you exhaled, laying out like a dead body. "please."

he leaned over the back of the couch to plant a kiss on your lips before he dragged your bags into the laundry and walking across to the bedroom, leaving you to decompress in the quiet of his loft.

your loft, you reminded yourself, a soft smile finding your lips as you inspected the industrial beams across the ceiling.

after all the excitement of moving, the christmas party, and travelling to japan for joshua's birthday and new years, you both decided it would be best to enjoy the quiet for a couple of months. you finally were starting to feel settled in the loft. despite always having been comfortable there, feeling truly at home took a little longer, but it helped that you kept adding bits of yourself to the space. you converted krys' old room into an incredibly functional editing studio and home gym, complete with the weightlifting equipment you had told joshua needed to be removed from the bedroom in order for you to continue allowing him to cuddle you at night. the new wallpaper made you beyond happy, your eyes absentmindedly tracing the jungle like plants that skated up the walls. you found yourself distracted by the patterns more often than you would like to admit, but you still managed to focus long enough to get your work done.

you settled into a comfortable routine, living with joshua. sure, you had always seen him fairly often, and you sometimes spent weekends together in each others' apartments, but more often you would only see him once a week or so. now, you woke up next to him every morning when his work alarm went off at a too early hour, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as he went to shower. you would go and make your coffees, pouring his into a travel bottle while yours was in a glass, done by the time he made it into the kitchen to take his first sip of caffeine and sigh heavily. while he went off to get his things gathered by the door, you always measured out the powder and oatmilk for his breakfast shake, dumping into the shaker bottle as you yawned, sending him off to work with a kiss on the cheek and a wave, locking the door behind him as he left.

as you walked away, the knob rattled, and you laughed as you spun around to unlock it again.

"forget something?" you asked.

joshua laughed. "yeah," he said simply, pulling you towards him and kissing you properly. you giggled into him as your arms settled on his shoulders, his hand on the small of your back. when he pulled away, he gave you a dopey smile. "i love you."

"i love you, too," you smiled, putting another quick kiss on his lips before letting him go. "good luck with the interview."

his hand found yours, bringing it to his lips as he headed out the door again. "that's what the kiss was for."

you rolled your eyes at him and watched him go down the hall this time, waving at him when the elevator opened and he officially disappeared to work.

you grabbed the coffee you had made for yourself and sat at the kitchen counter, sipping it slowly through a reusable straw as you caught up on your newsfeeds. when the coffee was drained and you had rinsed out the glass, you walked to your office to double check your food plans for the week in your notebook. the two of you had gone grocery shopping the day before, so you already had a pretty clear idea of what you were going to be cooking this week, minus a couple of things that might change based on what seafood looked the freshest when you went to the market later that week, but you still wanted to double check what day you could meet up with your friends for dinner.

you uploaded your new video, opting to stretch out on the yoga mat ten feet from your desk instead of anxiously staring at the processing bar that always moved too slowly for your liking. as soon as it finished, though, you refreshed the page and immediately started to smile at the comments that rolled in from people saying something about the notification they had received. it was almost eleven when you pulled yourself from your laptop to go make a real breakfast, bringing your camera with you to the kitchen to film as you made an acai bowl before bringing it back to your desk, filming a cheeky clip of you liking comments.

in the afternoons, you usually got a text from joshua when he was leaving the office to let you know he was on the way, and that woke you up from your work long enough to go make a snack that the two of you could eat while you chatted when he got home. though you didn't get a text this time, and you instead jolted in your desk chair when you heard keys in the front door.

"baby!" joshua called out, and you ran around the corner from the hall, sliding to a halt to spot him kicking off his shoes at the door. he was grinning big. "guess who nailed the interview?"

your eyes got huge, and you immediately started moving towards him. "are you serious?"

he stretched out his arms. "i got the editor position!"

you screamed, running at him and laughing when he scooped you off your feet. "baby!! congratulations!"

he laughed, arms securely wrapped around you as he set you back down. "all thanks to that kiss this morning. does this make me the bread winner now?"

"well," you winced slightly, cocking your head and brushing his newly black hair out of his eyes. "i'm still the one that actually brings bread home."

"shut up," he snickered, plopping a kiss on your cheek before you slipped out from his arms.

"let's celebrate!" you decided, fists excitedly raising at the idea, skipping over to the drawer of take out menus. "order food and get drunk!"

he laughed. "it's tuesday?"

you considered that, but eyed the stocked wine rack nonetheless. "okay, but i think we can share a bottle and be fine."

you would have been fine, probably, if the cheese and crackers you had whipped up into a quick board had done a better job of cushioning your empty stomachs before you had both finished your first glasses. there was a random episode of community on the tv, one you had both seen, as you sat on the counter placing your too-large-for-two delivery order over the phone, and while you fully intended to pour more wine, you found yourself instead held captive by joshua's hands running over your thighs, his nose nudging your jaw aside and his lips on your throat as you tried to wrap up the phone call, distracted by the heat that was dropping in you.

"you can't wait until the food gets here?" you asked after hanging up the phone, setting it on the counter beside you as joshua caught your lips with his. "i like that restaurant, can we not ruin the relationship with them?"

"we won't," he muttered, lips curved against yours as his hands ran over your waist. "how long do we have?"

"forty five," you said, arms draping over his shoulders, a giggle escaping you when joshua immediately tugged your hips to the edge of the counter. you practically melted against him, letting the feeling of his hands over your body make your brain buzz. you would swear swear to the heavens that a single glass of red wine could never get you drunk, but maybe it wasn't just the wine. "we won't finish," you exhaled, eyes pleasantly shut.

"is that a challenge?" he asked, eyebrow quirking upwards as he studied your eyelids. "because i think i can get you across the line multiple times in forty five minutes."

your eyes peeked open and you pushed on his shoulder playfully. "fine, you won't finish," you admitted, a giggle on your lips before gripping his tee and molding your mouth to his again, but only once, trailing kisses down his jaw.

his eyes quirked upwards, thinking briefly, before his eyes shut again with your mouth on the column of his throat. "i think i can," he decided, fingers squeezing your hips.

you pulled his face to yours again, slight desperation apparent in the way your eyebrows furrowed as you kissed him, and he thought that with how you felt in his hands, and the way you touched him, he could definitely finish in forty five minutes.

joshua's lips paused on yours for a second, the corner quirking up into a smile. "i just thought of that song."

you stifled a laugh. "what song?"

"the one you showed me, by the guy from hamilton," he said, eyes running over your face briefly.

that made you laugh for real, and joshua giggled with you, his nose nudging your cheek. "mind over matter?"

he mumbled through the melody. "-over there looking like a five course-"

"just five?" you asked, and his hands pulled you tighter to his chest as you giggled against his kiss.

"i could have you for every meal for the rest of my life," he muttered, the words running down your neck as he leaned into you.

you exhaled, his gentle lips nipping at your pulse. "sounds exhausting," you sighed, and you bit your lip into a smile when you felt his laugh, a breath against your neck.

"you won't have to do a thing," he assured you, palm pulling your ass closer, and you gasped when he dug his teeth into you. the moan you let out as your grip dramatically tightened around his shoulders and your hips rolled against his pelvis sealed your fate, joshua having decided in that moment that he had no choice but to have an appetizer.

before you could realize, your back was on the kitchen island and your cotton shorts were being pulled off. joshua ran his fingers over your core, catching your eyes quickly.

"you're wet."

you exhaled, distracted by his ministrations over your underwear. "isn't that a good thing?"

"i usually need to actually touch you before you get this wet," he commented, his thumb tracing over your lips and briefly meeting your clit, making you whine. "what did it?"

"the hamilton reference," you said facetiously. "please move on, we're under time restraints."

he put a hand on the back of your thigh, pushing it towards your chest, watching your underwear dampen even more. "was it because you were on the phone?"

your face burned. "shut up, hong."

"wow," he chuckled, pushing your lips to either side with a thumb, a lewd, wet sound echoing in your senses as he did, making your back arch on the counter. "exhibitionist?"

"yeah, and you're a perv that watches hentai," you said, hand gripping his forearm in some sort of desperation. "hurry up and take off my underwear, please."

"after that comment? nah," he said shortly, taking a knee at the counter to run his tongue over your clothed pussy. you gasped, hands immediately going to grip at his freshly dyed black hair, his tongue pressed against your clit in a way that practically had you quaking already.

despite your annoyance, he continued working you up, making your thighs tense and your head fall back repeatedly, only tugging aside the damp fabric so that he could get an uninhibited taste at your core. you tried to plant a heel on his shoulder, but when his tongue ran through your folds, you keened, a thigh landing there instead as he held the other up with a firm grip. he ate until you were moaning, your exclamations of his name increasing in pitch and ferver until you were practically begging for his fingers.

"please," you gasped, one hand gripping the edge of the counter in an attempt to keep yourself steady as your hips jerked against him. "please, shua, fingers, please!"

he caught your eyes briefly, lips curving when your mouth hung open, pulling from your clit just so he could roll out his tongue and run it through your folds, circling it around the bundle of nerves. you whined, neck stretching out as the pleasure of being almost there started to overwhelm you, mind too focused on the way his hands gripped your thighs. he placed his plush lips over your clit and sucked, quickly pulling his grip from your thigh to stuff two fingers into your clenched and needy pussy, making you instantly fold like a crane.

joshua pulled his lips from you, leaving you to let out a pitiful whine as you recovered from your orgasm. "that was fast," he taunted. "is that all it takes to make you cum now? just need something in you?"

you pulled a ragged breath, blinking to clear your vision. "you have great hands."

he curled his fingers. "didn't know they were that great."

"oh, my god, josh," you groaned, face burning and thighs pressing together as he stood. "this isn't news, can we please move on?"

this time he did, although he would never get sick of teasing you for each new turn on he discovered in you. he pulled you by your forearm to sit up again, your mouth dropping open when the angle of his fingers changed slightly at your movement. "bed?"

"we won't hear the door," you said quickly, somehow managing to use logic despite the clouds that took up most of your skull. "couch."

he smiled at you, then kissed you deeply, a noise escaping you when he pulled his fingers from your core. "couch," he agreed, the word against your lips.

you had no idea how long you were under joshua, his bare shoulders acting as the anchor to which you held onto like your life depended on it. it might have, he thought, one hand on your side as the other knit between your fingers, holding your hand against the couch over your head. he stared down at how you were stretched out over the cushions as he caught his breath, unable to help the smirk that stretched across his lips at the sight of you. while spontenaity wasn't normally a characteristic of your sex life, you felt that he was particularly deserving of a treat, especially after working so hard to get the position he'd been dreaming about for forever, and your repeated praises of achieving his goal all evening stroked his ego a little too well when paired with a bit of wine and cheese. your form-fitting shirt was haphazardly pushed up over your chest and your ruined underwear pushed aside, his cock barely out of his pants but pushed fully into you. the unpassable opportunity to enjoy you, your express intention to please him, made him lose himself slightly when your lightly stained lips quirked into a smile, his elbow dropping beside you to hold himself up as his hand ran down over your arm, thumb running over your nipple as he admired how soft your skin felt under his callused touch.

"c'mere, mister editor." you giggled before you pulled his grinning mouth into a deeper kiss, encouraging him to refocus on the steady rock of his hips against yours.

your hands ran down his neck, gliding over his shoulders as joshua huffed, the breath getting pushed out of you with the way he always managed to hit just the right spot. you whined and dug your nails into his nape, making him let out a groan that got interrupted by a knock at the door.

joshua looked at you, and you stared back before letting out a breathless laugh. "told you."

he looked at the door over the back of the couch. "there's no way it's been forty five minutes," he stated, then gave you a kiss to distract from his removal from your adult game of twister. your breath caught at the sudden emptiness, and you exhaled heavily while he tugged his jeans up over his still hard member with great difficulty, watching him grab his discarded shirt off the floor to retrieve the ordered food.

"congrats, broshua!"

you sat up straight, wide eyes spotting krys tackling a very shocked joshua into a hug. "why are you here?" he asked, voice frantic as he jerked his hips backwards to avoid awkward contact. "you need to leave."

"oh my god, chill," krys laughed, pulling away. "did you expect us to not come over? where's-"

"who's us?" you called out, pulling your shirt down in an attempt to save some modesty, but your shorts had come off in the kitchen, a fact joshua realized when he saw soonyoung waving beside karol.

"everyone pause!" he shouted, holding his hands up as he started towards the kitchen, making krys freeze in her spot when she saw you over the back of the sectional, looking half a mess with lips swollen and a red mark on the side of your neck. "nobody fucking move!"

"ew!" krys wailed. "on the couch?! we sit there!"

karol instantly spun around, tugging soonyoung's shoulder to turn away. "oh my god, i said that as a joke," she groaned, and joshua laughed as he grabbed your shorts, understanding the implication that she must have told krys to knock instead of unlocking the door with her key - just in case.

"we live here!" you yelled, adjusting your underwear to sit straight, grateful that the back of the couch was tall. "and you've done worse! all three of you! in this apartment!"

joshua threw you the shorts he had pulled off you, and you caught them out of the air, tugging them over your feet and laying back on the couch to pull them over your hips.

"you've ruined my best friend," karol told joshua, and he made an offended noise "i lived with them for four years and barely even caught a hint of them being even slightly interested in sex, and this is the third time i've been forced to witness you two being disgusting."

"well, continue to be disgusted," you said when you ran around the couch, grabbing his hand and heading towards the bedroom, laughing at her shell shocked face. "we're not done."

soonyoung's giggling grin fell off his face. "what?"

"while we're here?" krys cried.

joshua couldn't help but laugh when you made eye contact with him, deciding that he couldn't find it in him to care if you didn't. "uninvited. turn on a movie if you don't want to hear it," he called out, eyes still on you as you giggled and pulled him after you

"also, can you accept the food when it shows up?" you asked, looking over his shoulder at krys, who gaped at you. joshua's hands found your waist, backing you into your open doorway as you tried to finish your request. "my wallet's by the door, they use a card reader, thanks!"

and though you knew you would likely never hear the end of it, the tiny amount of red wine in your system and the massive amount of him that you needed in your system outweighed any other logical option. so when he locked the bedroom door behind him - just in case - you wasted no time getting him comfortable, making sure he was wearing nothing but a rubber.

joshua had little trouble adjusting to his new sleep schedule, easily sleeping past his usual alarm time of 4:30 to be awoken two and a half hours later, even if staying up later had been just as difficult for him as you predicted. your internal clock was a little more stubborn, and you knew this would be the case long before it happened, so you used the opportunity to prepare a surprise for his first day as a bigshot editor for the magazine. you snuck out of bed, padding your way into the kitchen to start making joshua's favorite fried chicken to be enjoyed with sides and plenty of rice. you had even gotten joshua to help you make kimchi the week before with the express purpose of putting it in his lunch, though he had been left completely unaware of that detail.

you were trying to be quiet, forced to consider the fact that double frying chicken in hot oil is unavoidably noisy, and there was no escaping that the kitchen shared a wall with your bedroom, even if slightly dampened by the bathroom that separated part of the two rooms. you decidedly prepared everything else, including the glaze for the chicken when it was cooked, saving the frying for last in hopes that you could finish up quickly while he was showering.

joshua woke in an empty bed with the sound of sizzling in the kitchen, and after checking the time and realizing his alarm would be going off in three minutes anyways, he pulled himself out of the covers to investigate. he found you at the lacanche, shoulders hunched in an attempt to make the fried chicken sneakier somehow, and he looked around at the camera you had set up to record as you cooked, then at the sink of dishes and the food arranged by a wooden bento box. you jumped when he asked if you were making him lunch.

"no," you said quickly, even though it was obvious you were lying, long chopsticks in hand.

a smile creeped onto his face as he stepped closer, completely aware that he was in his underwear and you had your camera running, but simply not caring in that moment. "you're making me lunch."

"i'm not," you insisted, close to no emotion behind the statement as you watched him approach.

"you are," he countered, wrapping his arms around you. "you're packing me lunch for my first day."

you pursed your lips, looking away from him. "i have no idea what you're talking about."

you looked back to watch his eyes become crescents, unable to hide the smile on your face when he pouted out his lower lip at you. "i can't believe you would get up early and do all this for me."

"yeah, well," you sighed. "i, like, love you or whatever. and i'm proud of you."

he told you he loved you, too, thanking you and letting you spin in his arms to retrieve the poultry from the oil. he looked at the ingredients laid out and the bowl that you would toss the chicken in. "wait, are you making honey garlic chicken?"

you chewed your cheek. "maybe."

"holy shit," he said, starting to pull you from the range. "make out with me right now."

"stop!" you laughed, trying to get the last of the chicken before it burned. "hot oil, joshua! does kitchen safety mean nothing to you?"

the surprising my boyfriend with a bento on his first day video was a hit with your audience. you had creatively cut around his practically naked appearance, showing when you spun around and spotted him with the subtitle "i got caught 😳", jumping to when the chicken had made it out of the oil and he pulled you until he was just off camera to kiss you properly, only his shoulder and arm visible as he pressed you into his chest. you saw the clip on twitter again, giggling at the quote retweets on how damn lucky you both were, and slyly liking one that already had hundreds, an exclamation of wait, he's ripped??

you continued to make lunches for him, sometimes recording it for vlogs and sometimes not, but always worthy of a photograph. even on days that you were feeling lazy, or woke up late, you still managed to put together a quick meal for him to take with him, getting a tight hug and a peck as he headed out the door.

joshua was sitting in his glass office with the door propped open, loading youtube on his computer to put on the video you had uploaded that morning while he ate the lunch you had put together for him. there was a certain serenity in enjoying the carefully put together bento you had made with him in mind. the seasoned rice you had made up while yawning that morning, the perfectly placed bits of mushroom that he had caught you arranging with a pair of chopsticks while he was buttoning up his shirt. the perrilla leaf you draped across one side to separate the rice from the bite sized fried fish filets, complete with coleslaw and a spicy tartar sauce to dip in. he never failed to be impressed by the detail you put into each box, the consideration of a balanced meal in both nutrition and color. he couldn't help but feel the care and love that was translated through the food you made for him.

he jolted in his seat when minghao knocked on his door, saying his name again. he laughed as he straightened his spine. "daydreaming?"

"oh, myungho," he laughed, exhaling and leaning back. "sorry, what's up?"

"i was gonna ask if you wanted to go get lunch with me, but it looks like you brought," the photographer gestured at joshua's desk as he entered the room, making him look down at the box he had just been staring at. "lemme guess, bittersweet banchan?"

for some reason, he hesitated to answer, but when minghao teased him about the cat that clearly had his tongue, he explained that you had started making them when he got promoted.

hao nodded slowly. "have you ever thought about featuring them?"

joshua stuttered. "in last bite?"

minghao laughed. "no, in vogue. yes, obviously."

"i-" he cleared his throat. "honestly, i thought it might have been inappropriate to suggest."

"why, because you're dating?"

joshua chewed his cheek. "yeah. and i just got promoted-"

"plenty of people can have working relationships with their romantic partners," minghao stated, his arms folded over his chest, and in a flash, joshua remembered who he was seeing.

"hao, i'm sorry, i didn't mean-"

he laughed, raising a hand. "no, it's good you forget. that means we're doing it right. if you keep it professional in the office, no one will think you're taking advantage of the position. i promise."

after the photographer left, joshua spent a lot of time thinking about his words. about the time he had admitted that him and the editor in chief were an item, and how shocked joshua had been, how he had never once seen them act anything but cordial towards each other.

would you even want a feature? he remembered jeonghan joking about it when the two of you had first started seeing each other, but you had never brought it up since. maybe you just didn't want him to feel pressure over something that you thought would be cool, but weren't desperate for. perhaps you were interested if the opportunity arises, but not enough to suggest it yourself.

he chewed a bite of rice, staring down at the box again, and he couldn't help but think your work would look incredible on the cover.

to you, joshua felt like spring. like new beginnings and new experiences, like blue skies and green trees and surprisingly cold mornings that melted into refreshingly warm afternoons. nights spent talking until it was no longer night. like the resurgence of iced americanos as the weather warmed. being with joshua felt like watching the world shift between seasons. like he was the pink petals flitting to the ground, having fallen into this predictable metaphor for love early, and you were the late may rain darting down from the sky to catch up. late, but just as deep.

it was opposite for the cat.

you had always loved animals. you grew up around them, both household and farm, whether they were yours, family's, or friends', and every single one of them had been rescues. joshua knew this, and it was the express reason he decided the humane society was a great location for a date, but he hadn't thought about the fact that you would inevitably fall in love and refuse to go home with just him. you had asked to hold the small, fluffy white cat with orange and brown spots purely because it had been meowing at you, and joshua filmed you with his phone as she attached herself to your shoulder and refused to let go, leaving you a wailing mess at the idea of leaving her behind.

you were obsessed with curry. she was obsessed with you, too, but she was even more obsessed with joshua, despite the fact that he didn't know how to hold her without looking like a scared father. she would always crawl onto his lap, bat at his hands. watch him do things. you thought it was adorable, but he would always look at you, confused, as if it made no sense for this cat to attach itself to him. it took several weeks of you laughing at his shellshocked look whenever she settled on his chest, but he came around eventually when he realized a cat was much less fragile than a baby. now, you had to step around the crumpled balls of paper joshua had been throwing past her, aiming at the bowl he had placed on the floor. he cheered when she batted one out of the air.

"steph with the rejection! let's go!"

you groaned, stopping with plates in hand. "her name is curry."

"yeah," he said, waddling in his crouched position to pick up the paper basketballs he had made, collecting them in the bowl as the calico batted at his wrists, trying to continue their game. "steph curry."

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but laugh as you shook your head and walked away, continuing to set the table. "wash your hands, grub's up."

he picked up the cat, lifting her to his face and giving her repeated kisses on the head before letting her chase after a loose ball of paper she batted away, then stood and set the bowl of reject basketballs on the counter before heading to the sink. "do you think she recognizes our kisses as affection?"

you adjusted plates on the table as you thought for a moment. "at this point, she must. we do it too often and she seems to enjoy it."

he hummed as he dried off his hands, making his way back over to you and watching her play with the paper. "i love our silly daughter."

you giggled, letting him wrap his arms around you, just in time for curry to jump practically a foot in the air before darting into the bedroom. "me, too."

when you received an email from last bite, you almost thought it was spam. why else would joshua's magazine be contacting you? surely your email had popped up on some list. but you clicked it open anyways, finding a formal letter from joshua's boss, asking if you would be interested in doing an article feature about packed lunches. bento boxes weren't new, but they were having a resurgence. they were trendy, in sunmi's words, and she had personally seen your work and wanted you to do the food styling for the article in exchange for a generous paycheck and ample advertisement for your channel, including not only styling credit, but also tips and tricks written by you on how to make a balanced meal that was still appetizing to look at in a time restraint.

you stared at the words on your computer for too long, then quietly pinched at your thigh, confirming that you were awake.

should you call joshua? ask if he knew? but then, you thought, what if the reason he hadn't been the one to send the email was because of the obvious conflict of interest. would you be out of line to discuss it with him?

you chewed your cheek, fingers floating over your keyboard as you decided whether you should respond now, or check with joshua first.

it couldn't hurt to ask, right?

you: [image file] you: ???? DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS

joshie❣️: hahahahahahahahahahahahhaha no what

you: JOSHUA

joshie❣️: hahahaha that's so crazy joshie❣️: what magazine is that i've never heard of it

you: JOSHUA PLEASE I'M FREAKING OUT

joshie❣️: just go for it babe!

he got an earful when he arrived home from the office that afternoon, but he was grinning at you the entire time you were ranting to him about how he could have at least warned you before his incredibly intimidating and incredibly beautiful boss sent you an extremely praising email.

"don't get ahead of yourself," he laughed, happily breading the pork cutlets you had hammered out before he got home. "she's taken."

you paused your chopping, the shredded cabbage settling under your fingers. "that's right. she's with hao, right?"

he dropped a floured cutlet in the egg dish and looked at you. "you were supposed to say that you're taken, too."

you stared at him for a second. "right."

he exhaled, shaking his head as he continued his work, alternating hands to avoid turning his fingers into breaded clubs. "bringing you to that company party was a mistake."

"shut up," you laughed, finishing off the shredded cabbage and scraping it to one side of the cutting board before grabbing a tomato, laying out some paper towels to place the slices on. "i obviously would never leave you for your beautiful, successful, funny, and intelligent boss that makes more money than you."

he blinked for a second. "somehow that didn't convince me."

"i just can't believe you guys would want me to do it," you said, hunched over as you sliced the tomato as evenly as you could manage. "there's so many people that make way better bentos than-"

"hey," joshua said, nodding at you when you looked over to him. "you know we made the story for you, right?"

you stared at him. "what?"

"the story," he continued, placing the last breaded cutlet on the prep pan you always had out, stepping to the sink to wash his hands. "minghao showed off some pictures he took of the bentos you pack me. we had a meeting to brainstorm directions and sunmi asked me which one i thought suited your branding best." he smiled at you when he shut off the water, drying his hands quickly. "the story is yours. there wasn't a second choice."

you looked down at the goosebumps on your arm, then back up to him, the knife finally hitting the cutting board. you put it down before wiping your hands on the towel over your shoulder. "are you serious?"

"i'm always serious," he said, an uncharacteristic quirk in his eyebrow that made you laugh incredulously, and a smile broke across his face as he moved towards you. "by the way, she told me you said yes."

you pushed your palm into his chest as he got closer to you, furrowing your brows at him with an unconvincing scowl. "isn't this a conflict of interest?"

"why would it be?" he asked, his hands pulling you towards him. "oh, right, because i'm incredibly interested in you."

you pouted at him. "you've been planning for this feature and you didn't even tell me?"

he let out an "aw" at your pathetic expression, putting his hands around your cheeks and kissing your forehead. "i thought it would be a nice surprise for you. you deserve this."

"i hate surprises," you reminded him.

"i don't believe you," he sang out, grinning at you. "all of mine have gone over extremely well."

you huffed in annoyance, but you couldn't help thinking about how right he was - from the lacanche to when he randomly arrived home with flowers (the monthiversaries became too predictable, he told you, and he had resorting to picking a random day every couple of weeks to keep you on your toes), no matter the size of the surprise, you always rewarded him with happy praises. kisses and hugs, squeals and grins. and even now, a smile snuck onto your face as you considered the fact that perhaps you had been the one to compromise, your anxiety around surprises fleeting as you pouted out your lips to prompt the heartfelt kiss he placed upon them, his hands still cupping your face.

your hand wrapped around his forearm, and it only took seconds for joshua to lose track of where the two of you were, holding your face close to his when you let out the tiniest noise. he smiled against you, dropping his hands to rest on the edge of the counter behind you as your arms wrapped around his neck, and you thought you would never get tired of the way he kissed you.

he pulled away from you, but not far, as he blinked himself awake from the intoxication that was you. "katsu sandwiches."

"ah," you giggled, remembering that the two of you had been busily preparing dinner. "right."

you were fidgeting nervously in the passenger seat of joshua's car, headed to his office building for your first creative meeting for the magazine feature. he had noticed your leg bobbing, and he reached over, rubbing his hand over your thigh and squeezing it gently, reminding you to take in a deep breath. you stretched out your hand before curling your fingers over his, gripping him gently.

"thanks."

"of course," he responded, squeezing again. "try not to worry too much. you'll do great, and i'll be there."

you swallowed once, nodding before smiling over at him. "i'll do great, and you'll be there."

he was right, of course. you were worried about nothing, considering sunmi was already an incredibly friendly and personable woman. you had thought so when you met her the first time, accompanying joshua to a company cocktail party in the test kitchen over the holidays, but you were still impressed by how easily she pulled you out of your shell. asked just the right questions to spark ideas. you left that day more excited than ever, gushing to him over your celebratory tteokbokki in the snackbar joshua used to frequent before you started packing him lunch, the cheese pulling as you twisted your chopsticks, trying to get a clean bite.

working in the test kitchen was incredibly different from anything you had done before. you were a homecook, primarily, and even the food studio you worked for had been built to mimic a home kitchen. but at last bite, you found yourself in an industrial, stainless steel coated kitchen, designed to house several chefs making multiple versions of different recipes at the same time, testing which combinations were the best, which recipes were worthy of publication. joshua peeked in on you often, making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. you just laughed at him, gesturing to all the test cooks working in the same space as you that had already proven to be incredibly friendly and the intern that had been assigned to be your notetaker.

"i think i'm good, mr. hong. don't you have a job?"

joshua puffed out his cheeks to avoid grinning, resisting the urge to comment that the formal address sounded nice coming from you in an attempt to make you laugh, recognizing it was a joke that likely wasn't work appropriate. he instead looked at the intern. "if they become too much to handle, don't hesitate to come get me."

she blinked at him before you laughed, wiping your hands on your apron and pushing him towards the door as he protested. "don't listen to a thing he says, jaehee. that goes for after i leave, too."

"yes, chef," she said, pursing her lips to keep her own laughter at bay as you playfully argued with her boss.

"these are coming out incredible," minghao told you, pulling his camera from his face to monitor the shots. the shoot was simple, using the marble counter along the windowed wall of the test kitchen and a couple of varying cutting boards as backdrops, the stars being the small collection of bento boxes and handkerchiefs you had picked out for the feature that housed your carefully thought out meals. it had a summer theming, taking the cover of the june issue, but there were still a couple meals joshua recognized from his lunches in the past, and he noticed you picking at your fingers as you watched minghao work.

"really?" you asked, stepping forward to peek over his shoulder at the camera, and he angled the screen towards you. you studied the picture, then glanced at the bento. quickly, before joshua could comment on the unsatisfied look he recognized on your face, you fiddled with the handkerchief that was laid out below the bamboo box, adjusting where it folded to look a little more pleasing, then shifting where the chopsticks laid. "can you try that?"

minghao smiled knowingly and retook the photos, and for the hundredth time, joshua had the conscious thought that he could watch you forever.

krys: LOOK!!! krys: [image file] krys: WE FOUND YOU AT THE SHOP!!! krys: we didn't even have to go to the magazine section! it was by the registers!

you: 😳

karol: WAIT BUY ME ONE PLEASE

you: DGSJHSHS I CAN GET YOU ONE FOR FREE

krys: too late seokmin and i bought six copies

you: WHY SIX

krys: one for the coffee table at his place, one for ours, one for the bathroom, one for karol, one for his classroom, and one to cut up and scrapbook

you: ..

karol: that was so specific wow

you: are you sure there weren't just six on display

krys: okay so yeah we just grabbed all of them

joshua's gentle kisses all over your face woke you up, and you blinked in confusion despite pulling him to kiss your lips proper. you looked around as he grinned at you, realizing it was still dark out. "what's going on?"

he was holding himself up above you in bed, and he looked more awake than you had ever been in your life. "it's four am. you're about to hit a million."

you sat up suddenly, nearly crashing your head into his if he hadn't been so quick to move out of your way. "what?"

he laughed, settling to sit beside you in bed as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. "i had a notification set up for 950,000 subs," he told you, showing your live subcount on his phone. "you hit it an hour ago, and when i looked, they were coming fast. you're about to roll over."

you stared at his phone, the numbers steadily rolling from 985,735 to 985,896 to 986,012. you grabbing it out of his hands, tugging it to look closer. "i wasn't supposed to hit a million for another month," you blurted, confused. "what the hell happened?"

"who cares?" joshua laughed again, tugging on your arm. "c'mon, i have it up on the tv. i already moved your tripod."

you: GUYS

krys: why the fuck are you awake

you: WAKE UP KAROL

krys: please give me a good reason the tiger is here

you: i'm about to hit a million subs and i want to be on the phone with you guys

krys: YOU SHOULDA LED WITH THAT

you were standing in your living room, an oversized sweatshirt pulled on and joshua by your side with your hands folded in front of your chin, staring at your live subcount as it slowly rolled closer to a million. your phone lit up on the table, and you immediately grabbed it, answering karol's video call.

"how close are you?" she asked as soon as your face appeared on screen.

you tapped the camera to flip it, displaying the tv for her. 997,590.

she squealed, and krys fell into frame next to her. "scoot, furry! i need to see, too!"

you giggled, spotting a half asleep soonyoung doing his best to wake up and understand what was happening, the three of them piled into karol's bed. joshua took your phone, and you leaned down to scoop up curry as he pointed the phone at you, the live count visible beyond you. 998,071.

you hugged her tight, her deep purr vibrating against your chest. "i can't believe this is happening."

"i can," joshua said. "i'm shocked it hasn't happened sooner."

"same," krys announced. "you deserve this!"

998,829

you let curry down on the couch, your fingers grasping at the hem of your hoodie. "shit, it's about to happen."

joshua grabbed your hand, holding your phone so you could see your friends and they could see the subcount.

999,204.

your hand clenched in his, and krys let out an excited scree. "less than a thousand!"

999,533.

a chill went up your spine.

999,725.

you looked at joshua briefly, and he grinned back at you. you found yourself smiling when you looked back at the screen.

999,904.

999,947.

1,000,026.

you screamed, your hands going over your mouth when you remembered you had neighbors, but joshua yelled out, too, making you laugh uncontrollably. he showed you on the call, your friends screaming out congratulations on one million!! he managed to flip the camera before you practically jumped into his arms, squealing into his neck as he held you tight to his chest.

the plan had to change, unfortunately. because you had forecasted your channel to hit a million a month later, you had planned to have some friends over to film a million subscribers dinner video, giving you enough time to film and edit it the exact way you wanted, then have it ready to post the day you rolled over into seven digits. but, as things usually went for you, you had surprise success with your cover of last bite, and while you had expected to get some sort of bump, your bentos hit the mainstream market. the people that remembered you from your boyfriend reveal took this as a sign to subscribe, and among your existing audience, many tagged you in pictures of their own copies to show their support. there was even more excitement when they found out joshua worked at the publication, connecting the dots between his promotion you had mentioned on your channel and the article featuring bentos you had originally made for him.

you composed a tweet with a screenshot from the video you had recorded that morning, hugging joshua in the living room, only lit by your television screen that read 1,000,284. "wow," you typed out, trying to express your gratitude within the character limit. "feeling super overwhelmed right now. thank you all for your support, whether you've been here for years or if you just found me last night! see you guys on monday."

almost everyone agreed to come over that friday night instead of two weeks later - though that had to push yet another important dinner in your life, but joshua assured you that was perfectly fine. convincing jeonghan to drop his existing plans had been harder than it should have been, considering he himself said he liked you more than joshua, only resigning to rain check with his model friends when you told him soonyoung's roommates agreed to the date change.

"you drive a hard bargain, peach," he said over the phone, and you could hear traffic in the background, making you wonder where he was currently wandering at 8 pm on a wednesday. "but it looks like my friday night just cleared up. the selfie museum was probably gonna be a flop, anyways. the sets are too recognizable, and that's not my feed style."

you rolled your eyes, making joshua stifle a laugh as he put away the groceries the two of you had come home with. you had some things you needed to precook the next day, and a cake to bake that night, both because you made a purposefully complicated menu and because you wanted an easily structurable video if you only had two days to edit. you scratched a checkmark next to his name in your notebook, glancing up at your camera's viewfinder to see if joshua was in frame at the fridge. "so you'll stay over, also? i'm trying to get a bed count."

jeonghan sipped his americano. "i didn't realize it was that kind of get together."

"bitch, i hit a million," you stated, annoyed. "we're celebrating. who the hell do you think i am?"

that made him laugh, raising his drink again as he looked either way down the street before crossing. "sure, i'll stay over. can i share a bunk with jihoon?"

"ha, ha," you said dryly. "jihoon's not staying the night. you're sleeping between me and shua."

josh looked at you, brows furrowed, clearly disagreeing with the idea that you jokingly brought up often. jeonghan just laughed again. "stop trying to get me to sleep with your boyfriend."

"i think it'd be good for him," you said, raising your eyebrows at joshua and giving him a little smile. "he needs something other than a stick up his ass."

"okay," joshua said finally, giving you a look of exasperation. "if i have a stick up my ass, you have the whole tree."

you laughed out loud, jeonghan laughing in your ear before telling you he was almost home.

"okay, i'll let you go," you said, doodling in your notebook again, smile lingering on your lips. "see you friday! bring a bag to stay over!"

"will do. by the way," jeonghan paused. "congratulations, peach. i know i already texted you, but i wanted you to hear it out loud, too."

you pouted, looking at joshua, who's eyes widened at you. "thank you, jeonghan. that means a lot."

"you're definitely more deserving of a million followers than i am," he joked. "i didn't even do anything for mine."

"shut up," you laughed. "you work hard, just like i do."

he sighed. "i'm graced with angelic good looks. even if i didn't put in the effort, i would have gotten a following eventually. society can't help but be drawn to beautiful people."

you exhaled at his subject changing brag. "whatever, you're uninvited."

"oh thank god," he said dramatically. "i was really dreading having to watch shua make goo goo eyes at you for six hours straight."

"bye, jeonghan," you sang out flatly, hanging up the call and letting your phone clatter to the counter. "sheesh, i can't believe you're friends with that guy."

"i can't believe you're friends with him, either," joshua retorted, closing the fridge and shaking out the canvas bag you used for produce over the sink. "was he the last call?"

you hummed. "do you think minghao would want to come?"

joshua's lips pushed out into a pout. "yeah, if he's not busy. do you want me to ask him tomorrow?"

you tapped your pen against the counter. "can you just give me his number? i kind of want to ask him myself."

"that's fine," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and sliding it across the island towards you. "are you sure? i don't mind."

you nodded your head, putting in his passcode and looking over to him. "i wanna thank him. the feature was the only reason i hit a million so quick."

joshua nodded at you, a faint smile on his lips. "y'know, i helped plan that, too."

you rolled your eyes after you found the number in his contacts, shaking your head as you typed it into your own phone. "have i not thanked you enough?"

"i'm kidding," he laughed. "it's a great idea. he'll be pleased."

you decided to send him a text instead of calling, saying that if he was available, both him and his lady friend were welcome to come by for your little milestone dinner, telling him it was thanks to the two of them that you were able to hit it at all. his response came quick, and it made you smile.

minghao: not true at all! you were gonna hit it soon with or without the magazine. minghao: but that sounds lovely. i'll ask sunmi if she's free to come too, but i'll definitely be there.

you collapsed onto the counter, squealing out loud, making joshua laugh. "let me guess, he was super nice."

"he's so nice," you wailed, turning your phone for joshua to see. "why are you people so nice to me? i thought men weren't supposed to be shit."

he read the message and chuckled at you. "sorry to alter your perspective on life."

"you should be," you whined, pouting as you typed out a text for the photographer that had made your bentos look even better than they did in real life. "you're so respectful and sweet that it's sickening. if you ever leave me, i'm giving up on men for real."

he laughed at your probably half-true joke, but came around the island and pulled your shoulders into a hug nonetheless. "only way i'm leaving is if you tell me to go."

you eyed him, putting down your phone to wrap your arms around his torso. "the only way i'd tell you to go is if it was for your own good."

he pecked your lips, a smirk on his face. "sounds like we're stuck with each other."

you sighed, smiling as your hands folded together behind his back. "i suppose there are worse life sentences."

"way worse," he agreed. "imagine getting jeonghan instead of me."

you gagged, making his face scrunch as he laughed out loud, his hand going to the side of your neck to press his giggling lips against yours. you stared at him a moment when he pulled back, then chewed your cheek. "you're pretty cool, joshua hong."

his eyebrows quirked up, the smile still on his lips. "did you just call me cool?"

you giggled when he asked again, incredulously, if one million subscribers bittersweet banchan actually just called him cool, and you whacked your palm against his chest, pushing him away. "your reaction is very not cool."

"don't care," he said, pointing at you as he backed towards the groceries he had to continue putting away. "you said it. no take backsies."

you exhaled, still smiling despite the annoyed tone of your sigh. "for the record, i've always thought you were cool."

"and yet you never said it?" he asked, offended. "you let me believe i was lame all this time? i thought you loved me."

you giggled as you wrote in your notebook that minghao was coming for dinner but not staying the night, as well as a tentative sunmi. "you do realize that your little sister takes her job of giving you shit very seriously, right? you shouldn't believe everything she says."

he exhaled. "you're not wrong. but she's so convincing."

preparation was easy. you had already planned the table setting and the shots you wanted to film, anxiously, trying to make it perfect. now that you were in a time crunch, you realized giving yourself too much time had been the mistake all along, easily putting together some of your favorite dishes into a meal that complimented each other well and balanced in color and presentation. you should have known better - you always made better decisions on the fly. quickly. with little time to overthink and everything to lose. something in your brain clicked together when you were under pressure, and somehow, the decisions you made under those circumstances - when your heart was thumping and your mind racing - always ended up being the best.

kinda like when joshua asked to be your boyfriend.

if they were all coming over anyways, it only made sense to mention the fact that it was your one year anniversary to everyone while you were eating, table decorated with gold and silver balloons, confetti, a gold play button cake, and piling plates of all your favorite things to cook, all twelve of your normally excessive dining chairs filled with people you genuinely felt happy with. it was everything you could possibly think you wanted in the thumbnail that was meant to represent how much this achievement meant to you, but even more than that, it was the only company you could think to celebrate with.

joshua squeezed your hand and stared at you with a grin on his face as he told the table that he was not only unbelievably proud of you and everything you had achieved since he somehow tricked you into dating him (mentioning that you said okay instead of yes when he asked, and he was still a tiny bit salty about it), but he was also proud to be the person you chose to be by your side. proud that someone as understanding and incredible as you saw something in him, and that you inspired him to keep growing. to be deserving of the way you looked at him.

"oh, my god," jeonghan deadpanned, glancing around the table at the varying touched smiles. "is no one going to roast him for that?"

you raised your hand as a couple laughs went across the table, then cleared your throat looking directly at joshua. "are you sure you're not gay?"

jeonghan sputtered as joshua's head dipped, and you laughed out loud as you grabbed his face to lift it to yours.

"i love you so much," you assured him, heart flooring at the way his nose scrunched like you loved. "i'm proud of who you are every single day."

minghao and sunmi left after dinner, but not before they both congratulated you at the door and told you how deserving you were. you thanked them genuinely, and joshua told them to drive safe as he closed the door behind them.

his face slowly cracked into a wide smile, and you laughed when he grabbed your hand and dragged you back to the kitchen where most of the guests were. the two of you slid to a stop on the wood flooring and joshua stretched out his arms, garnering the attention of most of your friends, already smiling as they anticipated the next phase of the night.

"boss is gone," he announced.

you laughed and put your hands around your mouth to project your voice. "let's get fucked!"

because now, after a whole year of healing, you could let yourself get drunk, knowing joshua would never let anything bad happen to you.

so you drank. you threw back drinks with your friends, laughing and singing along to whatever music was playing. joshua had one arm around your neck every time you were standing near each other, pressing his lips against your temple at random intervals as you all chatted. seokmin always made your favorite face after shots, one eye squinting shut with his tongue out like it would somehow expel the sting from it. you were leaning against the counter checking your phone when jeonghan put a drink in front of you and immediately started a game of rock paper scissors, and when his palm wrapped over your fist, he just pointed and said "chug."

"what is it?" you asked, picking it up and bringing it to your nose to sniff. it smelled sweet.

he giggled. "just drink it."

"i don't trust your ass," you said, but drank it anyways, immediately recognizing it. after one swallow, you gave him a profane gesture as he laughed, watching you down the entire drink.

"i'm not always mean," he said, gesturing to your now empty glass of sparkling yogurt soju.

you even finally invited yunhyeong around, who had been a faithful shoulder to lean on and ear to talk off for as long as you had worked with him at maji, and you promised him that despite your channel becoming a full time job, you would always be at the studio at least once a week, because you would miss him too much otherwise.

he laughed, swirling his drink. "tell me that again in six months when you hit two million, then i'll believe you."

you rolled your eyes and told him there was absolutely no way you'd ever hit two million, though you supposed you had said that about one, also, once upon a time.

jihoon didn't like drinking, and claiming the role of designated driver gave him a perfect reason to not accept drinks and dip out before things got insane.

"what a solid excuse," jeonghan whined, head on your shoulder after he had herded seungkwan and yunhyeong out the door to his car. "i was really hoping he'd stick around this time."

"aw, babe," you laughed, patting your hand against his face as he pouted on your shoulder. "you should really just ask him out."

"is this one of y/n's famous match makings in progress?" krys asked, plopping down on the sectional opposite the loveseat you and jeonghan occupied.

"please," you laughed. "the only way they would work is if han gets out of his own ass, and we all know that won't happen any time soon. give him two more years of being a free man, and then maybe."

he sighed, picking himself up off the plush seat. "and on that note, i want another drink."

you watched him walk away and grab joshua's shoulders in the kitchen, giggling and looking back at krys. "you're welcome, by the way."

"for seokmin?" she asked, scooting over when karol nudged her leg. "it took him three months to ask me out after he kissed me, if you wanted us together you should have tried harder."

"what are we talking about?" karol asked, settled on the couch.

you smiled at your two best friends, remembering when it had just been them. now, the kitchen was full of your new circle, but the three of you still remained, laughing and chatting like you always had. "how you should be grateful that i introduced you to your future husband."

karol immediately rolled her eyes. "this again."

"you're welcome."

"you set me up with a gemini and then i got down bad," she said. "you should be apologizing."

you sighed. "i should apologize to him, you're so mean sometimes."

"yeah, he definitely got the short end of the stick," krys agreed, and karol shoved her arm as the three of you laughed.

"i just realized," karol started, then looked at you. "what did you tell him? when you were trying to set us up? i never asked."

"wow," krys vocalised, bringing her drink to her lips. "the leo jumped out."

karol made an annoyed noise as you laughed, thinking back to the party you had met soonyoung. his hair was blonde back then, but he made some joke about how josh took too long to bleach his, because he was going back to black that week. he wrapped his arms around seokmin every time they were sitting beside each other, and after half a conversation with him where he talked about the kids he taught to dance, you knew you had to ask joshua what he thought about setting him up with your roommate. "you wanna know what i told him?" you asked.

"yeah," she stated. "you never told me."

you squinted at her. "are you sure? i feel like you'll get mad."

she whined at you. "was it bad? embarrassing?"

you glanced over to where soonyoung was focusing on not spilling two drinks that were slightly too full as he brought them over to the couch. "you're positive you want me to tell you?"

"yes!" she yelled, and your hands went up as krys threw a pillow at you for the unnecessary drama.

you were laughing, putting the pillow beside you as soonyoung handed karol a new drink. "i told him i had a friend he should go out with. that's it."

"talking about how you set us up?" he asked, settling into the couch next to karol and throwing an arm over her shoulders, and krys immediately burst into laughter, falling to her side on the sectional.

"are you serious?" karol asked, dumbfounded. she looked at soonyoung, who was starting to giggle at krys' unstoppable laughter. "that was it? you didn't even ask what i looked like?"

his lips pouted out as he thought back. "i didn't ask, but they showed me a picture. you looked cute so i said yeah."

she looked at you. "you didn't say anything else?"

you shook your head, giggling. "gave him your number and told him you were free on weekends. do you regret asking?"

karol huffed, bringing her drink to her lips. "kinda, yeah."

"aw, baby," soonyoung swooned, making kissy faces at her as she pouted, and seokmin gave krys their new drinks before making her laugh at how dramatically he toppled over the back of the couch, landing beside her to lounge on the sectional. joshua and jeonghan were close behind the other boys, and right as joshua was about to join you on the loveseat, jeonghan hurriedly stepped over your legs, almost tripping before he planted himself in the spot beside you, giggling madly as you yelled at him for almost spilling a drink on the rug.

"move ass, han," joshua said, forcing your friend to scoot closer to you on the loveseat, and you removed the pillow from beside you to make room for the three rears that took up the space only truly meant for two, but you didn't mind when joshua handed you your favorite beer over jeonghan's head, tapping his can against yours as you adjusted your legs to stretch over their laps.

the seven of you chatted like that for some time, joking and laughing probably too loud for how late it was getting, but none of you really cared, focusing more on how easily the conversation flowed around the room. you were giggling at the way krys and soonyoung were playing off each other when jeonghan's phone vibrated under your thigh. you lifted it for him to dig his phone out of his jeans, and joshua's hand landed on your other shin when the one it had been resting on lifted out of his gentle grasp. you leaned over, temple on jeonghan's shoulder as he checked the notification.

"ew," you stated plainly, your head jolting up, and jeonghan laughed out loud at your reaction to the simple message on his instagram. "is that a dm slide booty call?"

"no," he said. "he asked if i wanted to go get ramyeon."

you rolled your eyes. "i know what that means, jeonghan. i wasn't born yesterday."

joshua sipped his beer. "they didn't know until i told them. i tried to use it and they got excited to go eat ramyeon."

you pushed your heel into his thigh, making him laugh as jeonghan stared at the text. your head landed on his shoulder again. "you can go, if you want. i won't be offended."

he exhaled, letting the phone drop to his lap as he stared at the wall. "i was kinda hoping for something tonight."

"i'm right here," joshua stated, and you giggled at the fact that the joke he found completely off limits normally was suddenly one he could make after a few drinks.

jeonghan patted joshua's face. "one day you won't be kidding, but i know that isn't today." he turned to you. "are you sure? i don't have to."

"everyone," you announced, drawing the attention of the couples on the sectional. "i have good news and bad news."

"bad news first," seokmin called out.

you exhaled heavily, pretending it was a much bigger deal than it was. "bad news is, this is the end of the line for our dear jeonghan."

krys booed loudly, karol and soonyoung both beginning to argue that he said he was spending the night, and you raised your hands, beer can in one, to quiet the room.

"good news is, he's gonna go get laid."

jeonghan laughed, and despite the general opinion that he should definitely be staying in the loft that night, the rest of the party cheered for the last surviving single in your friend group's luck. "thanks, peach. i definitely needed everyone to know."

"punishment for leaving me alone with shua," you joked, swinging your legs off his lap so he could get up. you reached out a hand, and your friend rolled his eyes before helping you to your feet. "do you wanna bring this mysterious man some leftovers? i have plenty."

joshua laughed at the idea of his best friend bringing a late night encounter one of your carefully packaged meals, and he watched the two of you walk to the kitchen with a smile planted on his face.

with jeonghan gone, you were easily convinced that it was time to play a game. seokmin announced that he found an app that gave you charades prompts, and soonyoung excitedly looked over his shoulder at the categories.

"how are we splitting up?" joshua asked.

karol looked around. "couples?"

you blinked. "so, three teams?"

"that sounds good to me," krys said, bringing you another beer with her fresh yogurt soju.

you pouted, looking at them. "you guys don't wanna do p versus d? i thought we were a team. bros before hoes and all that."

joshua laughed, his hand landing on your back. "p versus d is funny."

"ohhh," krys vocalised loudly, laughing also. "pussy versus dick. very good."

"not a hoe, for the record," soonyoung said, looking up from seokmin's phone. "we should do couples. whoever gets the fastest time is the reigning couple until the next time we do a game night."

karol looked at him. "are you sure you wanna do that?"

"you're on," krys said, pointing in his face before she sat on the other side of seokmin. "we're winning, baby. we need those bragging rights as the rookie team."

seokmin looked at her and made a fist with a serious face. "we'll win. fighting."

she giggled back. "fighting."

"bragging rights, huh?" you leaned back against joshua's arm, talking quietly as the others moved on with their conversation. "how bad do you want this?"

he eyed you, knowing the only person you really hated losing to was jeonghan, but that you were able to turn on a fake competitiveness to win if he wanted you to. "i don't think we have to try."

you chewed your cheek and squinted. "if karol and soonyoung win, i'll never hear the end of it."

he exhaled. "if krys and seokmin win, i'll never hear the end of it."

"so we have to win?" you asked, looking over at him.

he looked back at you, a slanted smile on his lips. "we have to. but let's play it cool."

you giggled, leaning into him. "you got it, team captain."

your lips barely touched his before karol yelled for you two to get a room, and you yelled back that this whole damn apartment was your room and if she didn't like it, she could go to her assigned air mattress in your office to avoid seeing whatever you felt like doing.

the game was to play three rounds, the record time getting bragging rights, but when karol managed to guess captain jack sparrow in the exact time it took for seokmin to guess charlie's angels, you all agreed there had to be a last round to break the tie.

"we're included, though, right?" you asked, gesturing between you and josh. "i mean, obviously we won't win, because clearly you guys want it more, but we get a last round, right?"

"if you wanna play, then play," karol said matter of factly, mostly focusing on how seokmin was shaking out his arms and stretching his neck to prepare for the next prompt.

it took krys less than eleven seconds to name three times a lady, and she leaped up into seokmin's arms as he yelled excitedly, a fist to the sky to celebrate the new best time, karol got the karate kid, and while soonyoung was quick, they missed the record time of 10.58 by thirty milliseconds. krys was already celebrating when you stood to generate your prompt, hopping around the living room and yelling let's goo!!!

you laughed when the the song title popped up, putting the phone face down on the coffee table. "category is 90s."

"like," joshua stared at you, worried it was too broad. "like, a movie? or?"

"don't worry, you'll get it," you giggled, standing in front of your friends.

"ready?" seokmin asked, watching for your nod. "time, start!"

you pointed at your chest.

"you," joshua said easily.

you pointed at him.

his eyebrow creased. "me?"

then, you kicked your leg out to imitate a burlesque tease, and as soon as he registered your movement, he clapped his hands together and shot you a finger gun.

"pony by ginuwine."

you high fived him quickly, and seokmin gaped as he stopped the timer on his girlfriend's phone, and she immediately yelled out in disgust.

"pony?" karol exclaimed.

you smirked, reclaiming your seat next to joshua. "we won, right?"

"hang on, that was it?" soonyoung asked, looking around. "like, that was right? what was the association, even?"

you leaned forward and flipped the phone over on the coffee table, giggling, karol immediately grabbing it to inspect. "you guys cheated."

"i swear on my life, we didn't," you said laughing.

joshua leaned back, an arm around you. "we're just on the same wavelength."

seokmin squinted at him. "how did you know?"

"no!" krys yelled, pointing at joshua. "no, don't say it. i don't want to fucking know."

"you mean," you started, cocking your head at krys. "you don't want to know that your brother and i-"

krys vocalised loudly, slamming her hands over her ears. "sorry! can't hear you!"

"ohhh," soonyoung said, leaning back. "they fuck to ginuwine."

krys screeched, standing from the couch and running to the kitchen. "i need stronger alcohol!"

"for the record," josh pointed at his friend, then raised his voice slightly so krys could hear him. "we don't fuck to ginuwine. but it is an ongoing joke between us."

you giggled, staring at his profile as he spoke, and when he looked at you, you couldn't help but vocalize the beat as you made a lasso motion. he laughed, then joined you, making karol roll her eyes and the boys laugh.

"wait," krys said, standing a little bit away from the back of the couch with a bottle of malibu in her fist, a pout on her lips. "that's kinda cute."

"yeah," you said matter of factly. "we're kinda cute."

joshua gave you a look of false offense. "only kinda?"

krys gagged when you giggled, returning to the kitchen to make her drink. "i take it back."

"okay," you laughed. "not cute. but we are definitely the reigning couple now."

joshua's arm tightened around your shoulders as the others groaned at the fact that the two of you had achieved the practically unbeatable time of six seconds and twenty nine milliseconds, and he planted a kiss on our cheek. "happy anniversary, baby."

and if the last year was any indicator, you were pretty sure this would be the first of endless anniversaries, all of which you thought you could hardly wait for. but, then again, if the down time between anniversaries was spent with him, maybe you were okay with waiting forever for your eventual happy ending.

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