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dpr-stay · 1 year ago

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Through the years | D.K

Doh Kyungsoo x f1driver!Reader

Warnings: Swears, a lot of crack

WC: 9.1k (ik, kill me now)

Howdy Cowpeople! This one is... hefty. This wasn’t supposed to be as long as it was but when I get in a groove... I think I made it obvious but I just wanted it to be over L O L. This one is pretty niche, but hopefully it can be enjoyed by both sides as it is a driver!reader.

(I didn't edit this, whoops)

2015

“Can you explain this picture?” The reporter asks, hovering in front of you with a phone in hand. The crappy quality is amplified as they have zoomed into the point where the picture is unrecognizable. You squint your eyes to see it and can’t make out quite what they’re trying to show.

“Sorry, w-what is that?” You ask, drawing back and squinting your eyes, resisting the urge to close them from exhaustion. Whoever decided it would be a good idea to do interviews after nearly 100 continuous laps in some barely held together race car with no break was a sadist. No other explanation.

“Oh! It’s a picture of you in a car with a guy.” The reporter said eagerly and shoved the phone your way. You briefly looked at the camera, an unimpressed look on your face, before turning back to the phone and squinting again.

You paused for a minute and drew back, your face still scrunched up, and exhaled.

“Nahhhhhh.” The drew out word left your mouth.

The reporter’s head tilted and they frowned.

“But it is! It’s you in Seoul after the Japanese Grand Prix!” He continued, looking very determined. You plastered a confused expression on your face.

“I’ve never been to Seoul before.” His face dropped and he turned back to his phone, as though trying to rationalize what he was hearing.

“Have you just taken a picture of… two random people in a car? To me it honestly doesn’t even look like anything cause it’s so zoomed in but to each their own.” You finished your words with a shrug.

“No, my source told me that that was 100% you! They said they saw you get in the car at the airport.” He continued on, undeterred by your flat disregard.

“I hate to say it, your contact’s wrong. I’ve never even set foot in the country.” You shrugged before turning to your PR manager who was gesturing for you to leave, with rather forceful movements. That was to clue you in that you were in trouble. With her personally or with the boss man, you didn’t know.

“Lovely to see you again, though.” You smiled and held your hand over. The interviewer tentatively took it and you exchanged good-byes before you turned around and left to go onto more interviews. The glance you exchanged with your PR manager told you that you were lucky you had not been caught out on your multiple lies and you heaved a sigh of relief to yourself.

Being the only female driver in a heavily male dominated sport was incredibly stressful. Add to that the eyes of reporters trying to find you doing anything remotely weird to spin it into a scandal and you had a lot of things to worry about. Especially since you had just started a relationship with a highly coveted Kpop singer which you were determined to keep under wraps.

You both had a bet running with each other. The first person to reveal the relationship would lose. There was no consequence but your pride, something which both of you had a bit too much of.

And so, a game was born. It simultaneously made you more careful of revealing your relationship while also making it a fun game.

This also meant that you had to start constantly lying to reporters to get out of tricky situations. Surely nothing bad could ever come from this.

2016:

“How does it feel to be a key contender for the championship?” Asked a reporter, directing it to, of course, Lewis Hamilton, who was sat beside Daniel in a panel of drivers. You were sat on the other side of Daniel, the small desk in front of you reaching for miles on either side.

As Lewis gave the carbon copy response that he had given to every interviewer so far, Daniel leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called him out on that yet.” He then reached for his plastic water bottle and took a sip. You considered this for a second before leaning to his side and answered, not turning your face from the crowd of reporters.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called you out on your disgusting trim.” He jolted forward at this unprompted attack on his hair and the choking sound he emanated drew attention from all in the room, all watching him with curious eyes as he tried to regain his breath.

“You alright mate?” Lewis asked, one of his eyebrows arching.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” Daniel replied, waving his hand, eager to have attention off of his spluttering. It took a while but eventually all the cameras were aimed back at Lewis, so Daniel took the opportunity to elbow you hard in the side, your reaction being to topple off your chair dramatically. Usually one for the dramatics, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Daniel want the cameras off him so much.

Hidden behind a small desk, you could only hear the questioning tones calling out your name and see Daniel’s slightly panicked face urging you to get up and back on your chair. With one single hand, you reached for the desk and slowly pulled yourself up.

You released a deep breath as you hauled yourself into your seat and turned to face the crowd of reporters who were looking at you. With a grand hand gesture, you motioned for them to continue with their interviews and turned slightly to Daniel with a smile. He shot you back an exasperated glance before your name was called from the crowd of reporters. You looked towards the reporter and he began speaking.

“So, as you’re the only female on the grid I feel the need to ask, if you could date any of the drivers, who would it be?” The eager face he had contrasted with your entirely unimpressed face. You could hear Daniel begin to start speaking and you could feel the defensive energy emanating from the rest of the drivers on the panel, but before any of them could interrupt with scathing criticism about the misogyny that permeated the question, you replied to the reporter.

“Literally none of them, I’d rather die.” Your response was met with general silence before Daniel started laughing as usual.

“Really? You wouldn’t fancy any of them?” The reporter asked, almost in disbelief.

“No!” You said almost equally in disbelief.

“I’m fine with what I have at home!” You added on after a second.

“Are you saying you’re in a relationship???” The reporter was on the edge of his seat, others shoving their microphones and cameras trying to get a good shot. You dramatically pondered that for a second before replying.

“I wouldn’t say that, I just have other things at home.” You said that and then leaned back, shrugged, and didn’t say anything else into the mic even at the reporters continual uproar as they took in the implications of that statement.

You, luckily, were able to avoid the increasingly weird questions by just not answering and smiling. You weren’t as lucky to miss the smirks thrown your way by the other drivers.

2017:

“It doesn’t count!” You said in disbelief, aiming it at the microphone of your phone.

“Mmm I’d say it counts.” Kyungsoo replied back teasingly, his voice echoing into your AirPods.

“You can’t go back on your word!! You said it was fine last year!” You were sitting at a table in your company's hospitality, having a conversation with Kyungsoo on the phone, blissfully unaware of the interviews going on outside the building which had a clear view into the small area.

“Yeah but it’s been two years, one of us has to call it quits soon.” Your face contorted before Kyungsoo quickly amended his statement.

“The bet! The bet! Sorry, that came out the wrong way.”

You just shook your head, a small smile growing on your lips.

“You bastard, you had me a little worried.” He scoffed in response. He had been speaking quietly into the phone as he was hiding in a closet in the SM building, taking a break from practice to talk to you. A true charmer.

“As if.” He replied shortly, a loud scuffling heard on his side.

“One second.” He said, as a banging sound came through into your headphones.

“Come on Hyung! Get off the phone and come back before someone else finds you!” Kai’s voice could be heard through the door. A pause before the banging started again.

“Also tell her I said hello!” You giggled at the younger man’s words and Kyungsoo’s sigh in response.

“I’ll call you after the race, do your best, I love you.” Kyungsoo muttered into his phone before shouting back to Kai something about respect and to shut up. It just made you laugh more.

“I love you too, practice well and I’ll call you soon.” You finally said in response after the yelling died down.

“Bye.” He said before quickly tacking on another “love you” and then he hung up.

After he hung up you just stared at your screen for a second with a smile you would 100% not call radiant on your face. It was quickly wiped off when your PR manager popped up out of nowhere and started talking about interviews, causing you to switch to English as you stood up and followed him.

However, the interview still captured your little moment and the conversation preluding it. You knew this because, when you went back to your phone after the race, Baekhyun had sent you a picture of your smile through the tinted glass with a smirking emoji as well as a picture of Kyungsoo on the floor in the closet in the dark talking to you on the phone, not to mention the hounding you got at the next press conference.

2018:

You knew it was risky to do a live in your own apartment, especially since you were in a completely different country than where you were claiming you were.

But your PR team wanted you to do it, and you couldn’t exactly tell them no, even if you were currently lying to them about your circumstances. You were a bit worried that something unexplainable might happen like the South Korean national anthem suddenly blaring but what you weren’t worried about was the person who you were living with coming back and interrupting your live.

Kyungsoo was at practice and, while you were ok with him skipping it to talk to you on the phone, you didn’t want him to skip it now, as you had been promised a few days without any interruption if he went to every practice. So he was at practice and you were fulfilling all your expected PR duties for the next couple of days, which included the live.

Regardless of your hesitations, you set up your phone on your coffee table facing the entrance to your home and sat on the couch before turning on the live. Immediately people joined, flooding the chat and making your phone vibrate.

“Uhhh hello everyone.” You awkwardly greeted as you tried to think of things to say. Kyungsoo would be fantastic at this, you couldn’t help but think, always having to do live’s with his members.

“How’s everyone’s days been?” You settled on and watched the responses roll into the chat. You noticed a few drivers had joined your live and even a few of the boys from F2 and F3 were watching, which you thought was pretty nice of them considering it was mainly you rambling for around 30 minutes.

Your manager wanted you to do an hour minimum for the live and the time seemed to stretch for years, you continuously making small talk and occasionally replying to comments. You even snuck in a few jokes for the other drivers before, around the 55 minute mark, a sound came from your end.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you wondered where the noise was coming from, looking around the apartment. Quickly standing up, you looked around the apartment, making a lighthearted joke about ghosts as you nervously tried to find the origin of the sound.

You realised that sound was the wrong key being put in the lock as soon as you registered the sound of the correct key being put in.

As Kyungsoo opened the door, you made the biggest leap you think you have ever made. It would’ve had to have been around 4 meters surely. Somehow you had leapt onto the coffee table, knocking your phone down. Kyungsoo was staring at you weirdly as you violently gestured at him to shush. He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his deep voice sounding as lovely as ever. You took a second, contemplating your options in this circumstance before coming to a logical conclusion.

You started to scream.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!” Kyungsoo’s face shifted to one of confusion as yours was full of desperation.

“YOU CRAZY PSYCHO! GET OUT!!” You continued to yell in perfect English, a contrast from his peaceful question, and gestured for Kyungsoo to close the door, which he did, albeit very confused.

As soon as he closed the door, you maneuvered yourself so that you weren’t facing him and quickly picked up your phone from underneath you.

“Oh my god, what just happened.” You said, showing the camera your roof. You picked up the phone and started fidgeting with it.

“‘Are you ok?’ Yeah I’m fine, I just gotta figure out how to change the locks. I’ll uh.. I’ll get back to you guys. See you later.” You said absentmindedly, as you ended the live.

You paused for a second, sat back on your heels, and sighed, staring up at the roof. The sound of footfalls reached your ears and you didn’t react when Kyungsoo placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not losing this bet.” You mumbled, staring at the ground. An incredulous laugh left him at that as he reached his hand further and brought your face to look at him. A smile that there was no other way to describe but goofy was spread across his face.

“You’re still thinking of that?” He asked and you nodded.

“I take our bet very seriously.” You said before he slightly shook his head, gave you a kiss on the forehead, and moved towards the kitchen.

You picked yourself up and moved to the dining table as he started work in the kitchen. And, as he made a delicious dinner that you both enjoyed, you started to field off your PR team asking who was in your house and ignoring the comments wondering why the guy was speaking Korean in the middle of England.

2019:

It was approximately ten minutes before you had to be in the car and ready to go, and you were half-way there. You had your fireproofs and race suit on and you were being herded towards your car by a crowd of engineers. Strategies and specifics were being directed at you and you could only nod and act as though you were absorbing what they were saying.

Even after four years on the job some people felt they just couldn’t rely on you. Honestly, they should just let you do your thing, you knew what you were doing.

No! God, ever since Kyungsoo had joined the military you’d been irritable and quick to anger on the track. Your poor engineers were trying their best to get through to you, likely because they wanted to keep their jobs, but you’d been incredibly closed off since after you got back from the honeymoon.

Oh yeah, you got married. During a break and right before Kyungsoo was scheduled to start his enlistment, you got married down in a small courthouse with only a few people from either side. You had your family, a few close friends, and a few drivers while Kyungsoo had his family, a few close friends, and the whole of EXO.

It was very emotional and intimate, but that was how you’d describe your relationship so you were very happy with it. You were also extremely happy with the week get-away in the middle of nowhere in New Zealand that followed after, a week of people not recognising both you, farmers markets, and sheep. Lot’s of sheep.

But ever since he’d flown off to do his duty to his country (and shaved his head, no one should look that good with a shaved head) and you’d flown to your next race, you’d been incredibly… angry.

You didn’t know if it had to do with not seeing Kyungsoo for the better part of two years or having that split immediately after the wedding, but what you did know was that it was affecting your racing so you had to snap out of it.

Being dragged back to the present you quickly hopped in the car and performed all of your checks on the steering wheel and adjusted things while people flitted around outside the car, adjusting things and making sure the car was in proper state.

After a quick radio check, the call to start up for the formation lap (you were in P11 after a pretty dodgy qualifying) was relayed and all around you could hear car’s engines coming to life. You glanced at your engineers and snapped down your visor at their nod, starting the car.

Before you pressed the throttle something quickly came to mind. You rapidly gestured for one of your engineers to come close to you, incredibly conscious of all the cars revving around you. The poor engineer almost sprinted to you as you started to fiddle with the zip of your racesuit, the gloves you were wearing prohibiting you from unzipping it.

The engineer's face was comically concerned and he slowly reached forwards before you looked up and grabbed his outreached hand. His face immediately went to one of shock as you made his hand grab the zip and unzip the front part of the suit.

Choosing to ignore the cameras capturing this interaction you continued unzipping it till it lay around your collarbones, hoping the cameras don’t catch any of your naked shoulders. The engineer's face then relaxed as he saw the necklace around your neck and he quickly reached in, almost leaning over the car, to move your necklace around your neck till the latch was in front of him.

He cautiously unlatched the necklace before zipping up your race suit. You immediately relaxed as the pressure around your neck was relieved. Before he could retreat back to the crowd of engineers, you grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding your necklace and slapped it appreciatively with your other hand.

He retreated as you powered up the car and started to move it forwards, letting all the cars that needed to go before go before you started to move.

Your team radio started up as you were leaving the pit lane.

“You all had us very confused there.” Your race engineer said as you started your cruise around the track.

“Yeah, sorry I completely forgot about it. But I thought it was better to take it off.” You said, pressing down on the throttle.

“He better not lose that though. I want that back at the end of the race.” You subtly threatened, suddenly thinking of the rings that were attached to the necklace. You hoped that maybe the cameras hadn’t seen your wedding and engagement rings but you knew there was no chance they hadn’t not captured it. Oh well.

“I don’t know if you’ll get it back by the end of the race.” Your engineer said, her tone almost sarcastic.

“What’s that mean?” You asked, letting the car cruise.

“You’ll probably be killed by your PR team first.” She said bluntly. So bluntly it made you laugh.

“I’ve got a race to focus on.” You reminded her, leaving out the part that you had a race to think of an excuse as to why you have two rings attached to a necklace around your neck.

And you did think of an excuse, wearing the necklace proudly during post-race interviews and saying it was a family heirloom that had been passed on to you by your grandma whenever you were questioned about it.

The moment still went viral though, people questioning the relationship between you and the engineer. It went viral enough to that you had to suffer through teasing by Daniel and his accomplice Max Verstappen (you didn’t know how the kid knew you were married but you suspected it had something to do with an annoying Australian) not to mention the shit being talked in the EXO group chat you were in.

I mean seriously, all of those guys are millionaires, does Chen have nothing else to do with his time than bully the wife of his bandmate?

2020: (sorry Alex)

Somehow you got signed to RedBull on a year contract. Not to say you weren’t grateful for the opportunity but you were definitely a bit confused. But anyway, you let bygones be bygones and now you had a 22 year-old dutch nuisance under your wing.

He was a great kid but god, was he traumatized. You were convinced he’d never seen a healthy family dynamic, so you were more than happy to let him see how you and Kyungsoo functioned. Or at least how you functioned when he was not in the military.

You kind of felt like a life coach for the kid, telling him when he was being taken advantage of or when he should continue with something. You’d been woken up plenty of times in the middle of the night by him drunkenly whining into the phone about wanting to go “home”, something neither of you commented on when he woke up on your couch the next day.

So, safe to say, you’d practically adopted a child without the permission of your husband.

This extended to on the track as well, you’d gotten into a few mild disagreements with Jos Verstappen after his cruel comments which often involved you looking at him angrily and him shit-talking you in interviews about you being a woman. You’d often have to refrain from saying that you’d always be more of a man than him, but alas, you didn’t want to get kicked from your seat.

You knew that Max was extremely appreciative of your dynamic, even commenting on it a few times during interviews, saying that he was very happy to have you as a teammate. After that interview you almost felt like you and his lover, Daniel, were able to give him some sort of an idea of what a normal family relationship should look like.

This sentiment was definitely reinforced when a loud knocking on your Monaco apartment door happened in the early afternoon. It was a weekend with no race, so you were soaking in relaxation. You were having a nice bubble bath after having read for the whole morning, so you were hesitant to hop out of the bath.

The knocking persisted however, and with a sigh, you got out of the bath and wrapped a bathrobe around you before loudly yelling you’d be a minute. You tugged on some sweats which weren’t yours and put your hair in a towel before eventually making your way to the door.

You might’ve taken more than a minute, but it didn’t matter when you opened the door and were greeted with the image of Max Verstappen on his knees, face pressed into the expensive hallway carpet. What a sight to see, the prodigy and most highly anticipated driver of his time, lying face-first on the floor.

“What the fuck?” You asked, immediately crouching down to his level after a quick glance to see that none of your neighbors had left their apartments to check on the banging (pretentious, self-concerned people).

You rolled him over, your confusion doubling as you took in the remorseful look etched across the young man's face, almost tripling as you took in the barely concealed tears in his eyes. Your heart ached though and you pulled him up so that he was sitting on his knees.

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered as your face contorted in confusion. What had happened? “Come inside Max.” You said quietly, helping him up from his spot on the floor and leading him inside, locking the door after you both. Leading him to the couch, you left him after putting the throw blanket over his shoulders, and went to make both of you a tea.

You noticed your phone constantly vibrating on your kitchen counter and quickly chucked it on do not disturb, not checking the notifications because you were more concerned with your teary teammate.

After grabbing the teas you made your way to the couch, setting them down on coasters on the coffee table, before sitting on the edge of the ‘L’ piece of the couch, so you were facing Max. You grabbed his hand from his lap where he had been nervously picking at his nail beds.

“What’s wrong Max?” You asked calmly, bringing his hand to your lap to stop him from hurting himself. He looked up at you, a few tears having rolled down his cheeks.

Whatever had happened had fucked him up. You didn’t think it was a fight with his dad, he’d sadly become pretty unresponsive to those. You briefly considered him losing his seat but shook that off, he was doing exceptionally well.

Maybe you’d lost your seat and he was sent to deliver the news. That would make more sense, especially as your phone was blowing up. You hadn’t been performing very well, but you didn’t think they’d drop you from your seat midway through the season, especially during a season as turbulent as this one.

It was the only reason that made sense though, so you prepared yourself for the news that you would be unemployed. Maybe you’d go back to F2 or maybe IndyCar? Or you could just move to South Korea and live there permanently, letting Kyungsoo fulfill his passion for acting and singing while you did a few kart races to occasionally quench your thirst for adrenaline.

That actually didn’t sound too bad, though you’d definitely have to discuss it with Kyungsoo when he got back from enlistment, which meant around 5 months of unemployment. But hey, you had the money and so did Kyungsoo.

Max snapped you from your thoughts of the future by clearing his throat.

“You don’t know?” He asked, curiously glancing up at you. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“No…” You said, conveying your confusion. “Should I?”

“Have you checked your phone recently?” Yep, you were definitely getting fired. You should probably start packing now. Maybe Daniel could get his seat back? You shook your head in response to his quiet question.

“I’ve just been reading all morning.” Max nodded, a small ‘ah’ leaving his mouth as he stared at the floor. He reached for his tea, his hand leaving your lap. You narrowed your eyes at that, following his movements as he sipped, a gasp immediately leaving his throat as he burnt it.

You immediately cussed and sprung up from your couch to grab a glass of cold water, running back to the couch and giving it to Max, watching as he gulped down the glass. When he finished he turned back to you and thanked you, before pausing for a second and bursting into another round of tears. You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re really freaking me out Max. Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” You asked gently, trying to make him catch your eye.

“Promise you won't hate me?” His small voice asked and you internally crumpled at his vulnerable question. Honestly you never thought you’d end up gentle-parenting a teammate like he was a child of yours, especially since you were only like 5 years older than him, but here you were, caring for him like family.

“Yes, I won’t hate you Max.” You repeated as he finally caught your eye. He took a deep breath before starting to speak.

“I was doing an interview for the press and they started asking questions about other drivers and my relationship to them. They then asked about you and I said that I’m really close to you and etcetera.” Ok, seems pretty normal so far. At least you weren’t getting fired, hopefully.

“And they asked if I see you more as a mother figure or a romantic interest.” He said before quickly turning his eyes away. This confused you before you clued in.

“Oh Max.” You said quietly and he turned back to you. “I’m flattered you feel that way but I am married and I am loyal-”

“No, no, no!” He said, louder than he’d ever spoken in the time since he was on the floor. His cheeks had turned bright red as he looked in your eyes.

“No, I didn’t say that I saw you romantically!” He quickly amended and you breathed a sigh of relief, smiling.

“Ok, that’s good! I didn’t want our friendship to be awkward.” You said, looking at him for a response. He just grimaced and averted his gaze. You gestured for him to go on confusedly and he began speaking again.

“And I said more like a mother-figure.” A statement which made you feel positive things you don’t want to address. “Then I may have accidentally said that, even though I haven’t met him, I see your husband as more of a father-figure as well.” He quickly rushed the last part out and you sat, stunned.

The room went silent while you processed what he told you. Fuuuuckkk. How much trouble were you going to be in? I mean the team knew, but this wasn’t something you could pass off as your grandmother's rings. This was undeniable proof that you had a husband. God press days were going to suck after this unless you could somehow make an excuse.

As time went on he seemed to collapse in on himself, the energy quickly switching to something you didn’t like.

“To be honest I thought you were going to tell me I’d lost my seat.” You said and Max’s head snapped up. “What?” He asked, disbelieving.

“Yeah I know, crazy.” You laughed, dragging out the last word, trying to establish a more relaxed aura in the room.

“No, why haven’t you kicked me out yet?” It was at times like this you really wanted to punch Jos Verstappen in the face. You made an over exaggerated confused face, hoping the fact that that had never gone through your mind was on display in your face.

“Max, why would I do that?” You asked, your voice very quickly becoming soothing.

“Why aren’t you mad at me? You’ve spent years hiding this! You should be yelling at me!” He said, standing up. You tried, in vain, to get him to sit down by gently calling him, but he started pacing.

“I’ve just ruined your chances at revealing this yourself, at ever having another peaceful day in your marriage, and all you can do is make a joke?!” He almost started yelling, clenching his fists. You got fed-up and yelled his name, calling his attention to you.

“You’re in my house as my guest. You will not tell me what to do or how to handle situations. Sit your ass down.” You yelled, your voice incredibly commanding. He followed your instructions and sat smally in front of you.

“Max. It was eventually going to come out. I don’t mind. I’d much rather it come off handedly from you than maliciously leaked by a random instagram page.” You said and he looked up, almost looking close to tears. You frowned before bringing the boy up into a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you had to ask a question.

“You didn’t reveal who he was though, no?” You asked, still in the hug. You felt Max shake his head and you silently fistpumped behind his back. It wasn’t your fault, so it technically didn’t count and you hadn’t lost the bet.

You were right, by the way, press days were soon filled with questions about your mystery husband instead of your racing. But it was fine, you were somehow able to twist it as though you’d made a joke about having a husband and Max took it seriously.

Phew.

2021: (sorry latifi)

“And so today you will be reacting to fan edits of yourselves!” The lady behind the camera finished, prompting you and George to look at eachother. It was early in the season and, even though you’d raced together for a few years, you weren’t exactly close, being that before pre-season meetings, you hadn’t ever talked. At all.

This meant he didn’t know much about your personal life or the whole ‘husband’ thing. Which was fine, you’d tell him in your own time, when you felt your friendship was strong enough. He seemed to be a great kid, though you were determined to not adopt another grown child, especially after the look you got from Kyungsoo when you mentioned the fact you may have ‘accidentally’ had Christmas with Max Verstappen.

But hey, they had finally met during February and it was almost like a Dad saying that his daughter can’t adopt a cat while simultaneously cuddling with the cat. Kyungsoo, against his better judgment, had instantly attached to Max and now you were battling for the position of being his favourite driver. Which you were totally not bitter about (you said your favourite EXO member was Sehun in retaliation and he changed your mind very quickly).

Back to the present, the people behind the camera placed a tablet on the table in front of you. It was open on the photo gallery and you could already see some very flattering videos saved to the device.

“You wanna go first?” You asked, and George nodded before picking up the tablet and scrolling through the photo library. He closed his eyes and landed on one. Loud music immediately began playing from the device, you think ‘London Boy’ by Taylor Swift, and you both watched in varying states of horror as photos and clips of him flashed on the screen.

As the video ended you both accidentally made eye-contact. Now, as an almost 28 year old woman, the simple gesture of looking into your teammate's stricken eyes should not have made burst out laughing as hard as you did. But, god, George’s eyes were expressive. In fairness he also did laugh, though he probably was confused as to why you were laughing so much.

After you caught your breath you could only utter out,

“Your face...” Before peeling back into giggles again. He started laughing again as well before putting the tablet down. In doing so, he accidentally swiped the tablet and the Backstreet Boys started playing, an edit of the 2019 rookies playing as the video.

This chain event caused you to start gasping, the sheer ridiculousness of the videos catching up to you. George only took one look at the tears forming in your eyes before he was also wheezing out harsh breaths from laughing.

It took around 2 minutes for you to look at each other without laughing and, for you both to be able to pick up the tablet without giggling, it took another minute or so. You eventually began scrolling through the tablet, laughing at some and ‘aww’-ing at some of the sad ones.

Eventually a video came up with the background music to ‘Give it to me’ by Sistar, an edit of you that was hot but had you gasping at the lyrics.

“What?” George looked over to you, curious as to why there was another noise that came out of your mouth than laughing or a strained ‘why?’.

“The audacity!” You said, as the music continued playing.

“What..?” George asked, more confused than previously.

“Do you want to know the lyrics they’ve just edited me to?” You asked, looking over at him, your voice pretending to be offended.

“What?” He said, his tone changing again to have a sort of goading lilt.

“Will I even get married before I turn thirty.” You said with an air of finality, turning to glare at the camera, your jaw dramatically hung open. George gasped mockingly.

“How dare they!” He said sarcastically and you nodded eagerly.

“I know right!” You responded beginning a stereotypical mean girl impression. “How dare they!” After that little fiasco, you both kept scrolling and laughing (a notable example of this being when an edit of George crying came up, him pushing your shoulders as you continued to laugh).

Eventually the video was being wrapped up and George was preparing to do a sort of sign off when he paused and turned to you.

“I know we aren’t incredibly close…” He started and you prepared for a multitude of questions. You didn’t know him well enough to predict what he might say, so you went over your predisposed answers to questions in your head.

You knew he wouldn’t ask anything uncomfortable, like about your relationship status, or anything really weird, like how many socks do you wash at once. But that left a gaping probability for mildly-weird or mildly-uncomfortable questions. You hoped he wouldn’t ask that, but you were still prepared to be asked if you threw out your receipts or kept them.

“But I didn’t know you knew Korean. How did you learn?”

Oh. Fuck.

You did not have an answer for that. How the fuck did you not have an answer for that? You definitely should have had an answer for that. Oh wait, you didn’t have an answer because you promised yourself not to tell anyone that you could speak Korean so that you didn’t get that question!

The real, close-friends answer was that Kyungsoo had taught you over a range of years and that you’d taken courses so that you’d be able to talk to his friends and family. However you didn’t have a PR approved answer because you’d never thought that you’d need one. Time to put your problem solving skills to the test.

“Uhhhhh…” You said, staring confusedly at George, aware of the seconds that had passed while you were internally monologuing. You hoped your expression didn’t convey the level of gob-smacked that you felt but you think it did because George’s face contorted to be one of worry.

“If that’s a sensitive topic or something you don’t have to answer!” He quickly said as though he was trying to fix the situation. You’d later learn the George thought before your video that you were kind of ‘fucking terrifying’ (his words) and that he was scared he’d screwed up by asking you this and one of his ‘hero’s’ (his words) wouldn’t ever want to talk to him again.

“Nah, nah. It’s ok.” You waved him off, desperately trying to think of something. Oh! You knew exactly what to say.

“Basically I just have this really good friend who is Korean and I asked him to teach me for fun.” You said simply, before realising that wasn’t good enough considering your reaction.

“I was trying to hide how good I’ve gotten to try and surprise him but I guess it’s ok.” You said, a small smile on your face. George relaxed from his tense state and nodded, a small smile playing onto his lips as well.

“Ah that’s cool. Sorry to spoil the surprise.” You waved him off again and he continued the video’s outro.

Another good save, you really oughta be hired to problem-solve. And by problem-solving you mean lying to the media. And George. Poor George.

2022: (yeah the timelines don’t match, don’t call me out pls)

A loud banging sounded against your hotel door. You groaned, dropping the book onto your chest from where you held it up. Glancing angrily at the door, you rolled out of bed and stomped over to the entrance. You ripped open the door and prepared to start reaming the person on the other side before letting out a high-pitched scream.

You were in Japan for the Suzuka GP. You always didn’t like the Japanese GP because, even though you were incredibly close to Kyungsoo, your schedules never lined up so you could never see him.

That fact really grinded your gears, but it’s what you get when you try to schedule something with SM Entertainment. A decisive ‘No.’ What a great company. To be honest, was Willaims really any better?

No. No they weren’t. That mere fact infuriated you enough to make you scream. However, it wasn’t the reason you were currently screaming. That was because, standing in your doorway in the middle of the team hotel, was Kai.

You hadn’t seen him in a few months, you both had busy schedules, so the man appearing on your doorstep was miraculous. You didn’t think of why he was there, or how he got there. You just threw your arms around him and gave him a hug.

“Oh my god!” You screamed, before immediately regretting it and quickly pulling him into your hotel room before someone came out of their rooms and wondered why he was in front of yours.

“Hi!” He said, laughing as he let himself be pushed into your room despite the fact he could pick you up and throw you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked changing your pulling into a hug, squeezing the younger man as though he was your child. You had a serious problem with that, treating men almost your age as children. But Kai was more of a brother than a child, to be quite frank. That distinction just meant that he really really bugged you.

“I have a concert tomorrow and I thought I might just stop in.” He said, a smile on his face. “Though it is only me, sorry.”

“That’s ok!” You said, still in disbelief one of your closest friends was on your doorstep.

“Does Kyungsoo know?” Kai smirked in response to your question. That was answer enough in itself and you slapped Kai on the shoulder.

“You should’ve told him! He might’ve come.” Kai gasped in mock offense.

“What am I not good enough? Would you really prefer your husband that much?” He continued in mock offense and you dead-panned him. He just laughed in response.

“I did have to tell the company I was coming though, and they asked me to film a TikTok with you.” He quickly rushed out and you groaned, staring at the sky. What was up with all of these people wanting you to do TikTok’s?! You had all of your team's PR people constantly chasing you with a camera and now you had Kai asking for a video.

“Fine.” You ground out and Kai grinned, purposely ignoring your annoyance.

“Fantastic!” He said and quickly whipped out his phone, launching into his plans of what to film. Your only artistic input was that he had to cool it on the filters or else you wouldn’t film.

The video started with the familiar sound of Peaches by Kai and a hand knocking on your hotel door, you opening the door curiously. As the chorus sounded, you recorded Kai dancing in your doorway, incredibly aware of the chance of any of your colleagues walking into the hallway and wondering what the fuck was going on.

The video continued after the chorus, Kai recording you slamming the door in his face with a confused expression. The video then ended with a still image of the both of you doing a heart together with your hands and you let Kai go rampant on the filters, hearts and sparkles flying around on the screen.

When you watched it back, Kai waiting at your side eagerly to see your reaction, you did your best to hide the laughing fit you had in reaction to the monstrosity. You couldn’t quite hide the gasps that were leaving you though and Kai frowned.

“It’s perfect. I love it.” You said, through your giggles and he smiled.

“I know. It’s fantastic.” You only nodded because you couldn’t trust yourself to talk, a small whine escaping through your lips at the struggle of not laughing.

“Do you want to see the caption?” He asked and you violently nodded your head.

“Please.”

“P15 but still P1 EXO-L.” He read out and you just hung your jaw open. “You bastard!” You laughed out.

“I put it in Korean as well.” Your only response was to hit him, hard, while still laughing and shaking your head.

“Should we run it by your PR team before posting?” Kai asked, taking a serious note. You looked to him and sucked in air through your teeth.

“Nahhhh.” You replied and he shrugged, and clicked post.

“I should probably tell Kyungsoo you were here before he finds out through the internet.” You said, reaching for your phone. Kai nodded vehemently.

One phone call later, an angry Kyungsoo and an apologetic Kai later, the TikTok was making its rounds and your phone was blowing up, your poor PR agent about to have a heart attack.

On that delightful note Kai left your hotel room, farewelled with a minute long hug and a well-wish for his concert, and you were left to phone your PR agent who just screamed into the phone for 10 seconds before actually speaking.

Of course, during the press releases for the rest of the season, you talked about how much of an EXO-L you were and how close of a friend you were to Kai. This didn’t come without dating rumours but, due to one poorly angled camera shot of your disgusted face when a reporter suggested dating to your face, that was shut down pretty quickly.

Still no one had shipped you with the other EXO members though, so you weren’t even close to losing the bet. (Though you had been asked which EXO member was your favourite, which you responded to with a smirk.)

2023:

It was a good race, you finishing P4 which was a huge improvement since last season. Your team was on top of the moon as were you, smiling from ear to ear. You were currently in the press area, getting asked questions left and right about the car and your performance.

You were adequately responding to each question, sometimes looking questioningly your PR agent when you weren’t sure how to respond. A loud crash sounded through the area that drew the attention of most in the area as a reporters chair fell to the ground. They had jumped up at something on their phone and, like everyone else in the pen, you were wondering what had them so fired up.

Then their eyes darted up and made eye-contact with you. Your internal monologue quickly changed from questioning to a repeated loop of ‘Oh no. Oh no.’ as they advanced your way, moving like a predator stalks their prey. They thrusted their phone under your nose, the shitty little mic attached to it capturing every breath you took and the many cameras in the area capturing your wide eyes.

The reporter addressed you by name before starting to speak.

“Do you know of a man by the name Doh Kyungsoo?” They asked and your world cracked. What on earth had happened? How did they know? All you knew was that it was time for the one acting class your mum had made you take to try and sway you from racing to come to full effect.

“I think he’s from that band Kai’s in, yeah?” You responded after a second of fake pondering. The reporter's eyes narrowed like a hawk.

“You wouldn’t say you were close? Not close enough to get married perhaps?” The reporter asked, clearly trying to stir the pot. Oh my god, was this a prank? How the fuck did they know? How were you supposed to play this off? Would this jeopardize your career?

“Uhhm no…?” You said, incredulously, fixing them a scandalized stare. They sarcastically nodded.

“Oh really? Then what’s this?” They said and shoved their phone closer to your face till you saw a picture of you and Kyungsoo on your wedding day. How did they get this? Had one of your small circle leaked something?

You tried not to let the bewilderment you felt show on your face.

“I’m sorry? Are you trying to pass this off as real? It’s obviously photoshopped! I’m so tired of people trying to fabricate a story of me dating every person I’ve interacted with!” You finally snapped, letting a few years of pent up tension out in this moment. The reporter only continued to smirk.

“Oh really!” They said and you wanted to punch them and their snooty little face. To try and display this, your face fell into one of contempt.

“Is that why this image was posted to Doh Kyungsoo’s official instagram account with the caption ‘Sorry for making you lie to the press for eight years!’?”

They got you there, dam.

Your jaw dropped open, the corners of your mouth rising at the pure hilarity of this situation.

“Excuse me?” You asked, grabbing the phone off the reporter and tapping back onto the post. They were right, Kyungsoo had posted to his official instagram that exact post. It was a carousel post with pictures taken of when you’d lied to the press about him, from the initial lying about being in Seoul to a picture of your ringed necklace to a picture of you smirking after being asked which EXO member was your favourite.

You couldn’t help but release a laugh, your hand traveling to cover your open mouth. Why did he post this?

Wait.

This meant you won the bet. Your head shot up to stare at a camera.

“I won the bet.” You said quietly. The reporter snatched their phone back and stared at you confused.

“What?” They asked and you whipped your head to them, a large smile spreading across your face.

“I won the bet!” You said eagerly, reaching out to grab their shoulders and rock them back and forth.

“I won the bet!!” You ignored how they shook you off, turning to your PR Agent instead and grabbing them and lifting them up. They hurriedly tapped your back as you lifted them, as though signaling you to drop them, but you ignored that and started spinning them around.

“I actually can’t believe it, oh my god!” You snapped out of it and dropped your PR Agent, immediately running out of the media pen and back to your driver room, pulling your necklace out of your racesuit and pulling your rings off, placing them back on their correct fingers.

You quickly packed everything up, ignoring the ringing of your phone as your team tried to get you to go to more press conferences and briefings, and you got out of there, on the first plane to Seoul you could book.

When you arrived, after a long plane trip filled with excitement and pictures being taken of you, decked out in your team's merchandise as you sat buzzing in your seat, your phone was completely blowing up, messages from everyone in your contact list and more. You turned it off (you’d deal with it later) after calling an uber to your apartment.

You were jittery the whole ride, hoping that, despite the time of night, Kyungsoo was still awake. When you arrived outside your apartment building, you felt all the tension in your body ease, and you looked up to see the light on in your window. You smiled and took your suitcase handle in hand and ventured into the building, greeting the old lady at the desk.

Riding the lift up to your apartment nearly had you pacing and you almost ran down the hallway towards your door, quickly knocking. You felt the reverberations in the floorboards as Kyungsoo walked over to the door and a sense of euphoria filled you at the familiarity.

The door was barely open before you launched yourself at Kyungsoo, his heavenly laughter filled your ears as he caught you. You quickly found yourself in a kiss before pulling back and peppering kisses all over his face, finding his giggles more lovely than his singing.

You both pulled back just to look in eachothers eyes and you smiled simultaneously.

“I love you.” You muttered, the happiness from the day finally catching up to you.

“I love you too.” He whispered, tilting his head before going in for another kiss.

“You know.” He began later that night, when you were just lying in bed cuddling together. You turned your head from its position on his chest to look at him, his eyes remaining on the roof.

“I think I won in the end.” You immediately reared your head back, prepared to object at the sheer wrongness of his answer. He anticipated this though and dropped his hand from where it was combing through your hair to your mouth. He also dropped his head as to make eye contact.

“You stuck by me through everything. Even though you had to lie almost every day and had to listen to millions of rumours about me with other people, you still stayed with me. You learned a whole other language just to know people who knew me. Nothing I will ever say will ever put into perspective how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me. The way you’ve loved me will be comparable to nothing other than how much I’ve loved you.” His heartfelt speech made your head vibrate and a few tears left your eyes at his words, him kissing each one away.

You whined deep in the back of your throat and he released a laugh at your response.

“You could’ve just said ‘I love you’.” You said quietly.

“That’s true too.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

ahh it's over! dividers from this post btw, it's 11:59 pm let me sleep.

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kpopimaginings · 10 months ago

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Compromise - D.O (Kyungsoo)

The day you realised that it was always you initiating physical affection in your relationship was strange to say the least. You had been so happy with Kyungsoo until this revelation shattered the rose-tinted glasses, and doubt clouded your mind.

You made a conscious effort going forward to be less clingy with him and see if it was all in your head. Unfortunately, Kyungsoo didn't pick up the slack and there was just less skin-ship between you. Nothing else had really changed though, leaving you questioning both your logic and your relationship.

Kyungsoo was still inviting you out and planning dates, such as tonight when you found yourself over at his for dinner. When you first arrived, he had placed a gentle kiss on your cheek as you entered. This small gesture helped to calm your anxieties as your mind wondered through all the worse case scenarios.

The two of you began to talk as you followed him to the kitchen where he was finishing preparation for the meal. You exchanged stories of your days so far as usual until your boyfriends mood changed.

"I wasn't going to say anything until after we ate, but I think I need to now," Kyungsoo said, suddenly.

Immediately, the anxiety that had ebbed away returned.

"Are you still happy with me?" he asked.

"What?" you replied, a little incredulous at his question.

"You've changed, you've been really distant lately and I need to know if you still want to be with me," he explained.

For a moment, you froze, wanting nothing more in that moment than to hug him. "Of course I still want to be with you," you told him. "I just thought I was being too clingy and wanted to give you some space."

"Why do think that? Did I make you think that?"

"No," you answered, quickly. "Not exactly, I just- you don't really hug, and I was doing it a lot and I just thought, maybe... I was annoying you."

"You could never annoy me. I know that you just show your affection for me physically. I show mine by buying you things or cooking for you." He gestured at the food currently sat on the hob.

You nodded, knowing that Kyungsoo hadn't once made you actually feel unloved, despite the lack of skin-ship.

"We just have different love languages," he continued. "I know that can be hard sometimes, but we can make it work."

"Yeah," you agreed. "I'm sorry, I should have just spoken to you. You always make me feel loved, even if it isn't with hugs and kisses all the time."

"Good," Kyungsoo said with a little nod and a smile. "Now, come here, you need to make up for all those hugs I didn't get."

You happily shuffled towards him, securing your arms around his waist. "Don't let the dinner burn though," you muttered.

"I won't," he chuckled. There was a pause before he continued, "I'll make more of an effort with physical affection it if will help reassure you."

"You really don't have to."

"But I want to," he pulled out of the embrace and placed a quick kiss to your lips. "I love you, and sometimes that means compromising on things like love languages so that everyone feels happy and loved."

"I love you, too," you smiled at him, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"But now I really should check on dinner."

You laughed, and moved so that Kyungsoo could get back to the hob. All of a sudden you couldn't remember why you had gotten yourself into such a state before. Watching the man you loved carefully preparing food for you, you knew there would be no problem too big with him by your side.

NAVIGATION | EXO MASTERLIST

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eomayas · 1 year ago

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interruptions • dks

pairing: prof!kyungsoo x wife!reader

synopsis: two times the reader interrupts professor kyungsoo and the two times he loves it

genre: fluffyyyyy, first half is a little suggestive

warnings: none

a/n: hiiii this is kind of a filler bc i have other things to post but they’re taking too long and this was in my brain and is super short. i love kyungsoo bye

kyungsoo lifts his eyes from the test papers in front of him when the door to his office is opened. you slip inside, a tired smile on your face. “hey, baby,” his throat is scratchy from not having said anything in the last few hours. it’s timbre makes your heart flutter.

“sorry to interrupt, but it’s late,” you comment, walking over to him. kyungsoo spins around in his chair to face you and opens his legs for you to walk into. kyungsoo puts his hands on the back of your exposed thighs while your hands fall to his shoulders. “are you going to come to bed?” you ask, threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“i’m still grading,” he says, sliding his hands up higher underneath your silk nightgown. kyungsoo looks up at you with wide eyes and wets his lips as he drags his eyes up your body. you raise an eyebrow at him and he leans back in chair, pulling you closer to him so you practically fall into his lap. “coming to keep me company?” he mumbles, kissing the underside of your jaw.

you situate yourself on his lap and look down at him. he glances down at your chest and you scoff lightly. “you missed your chance for the night,” you say, rolling your eyes when he sticks out his bottom lip. “too bad.” you say, kissing him on the lips. kyungsoo wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you closer to him.

he skates his free hand higher up on your leg, sliding over your smooth and underwear free hip. he stops kissing you and pulls back. “really?” he mutters, reaching for the tie of your silk robe.

“i was waiting for you,” you say, readjusting yourself on his lap. he bites his bottom lip as his member strains in his pants. “but it’s late, and we both have work in the morning.” you add, gently running a hand over his hair.

“we can be quick,” he says, pulling your robe open. you let him, liking the way he checks you out like he’s trying to commit it to memory. “damn, y/n.” he mumbles, a small smile on his face as he runs his finger tips over the hem of the nightgown. kyungsoo licks his lips again as he drags his eyes up from your heavily exposed chest, to your eyes. “i’ll be quick.” he says, almost like a promise.

you chuckle and stand up from his lap. “don’t stay up too late, soo,” you say, bending over to give him a kiss (and to let him look down your dress one more time). “goodnight, baby. i love you.” you say from the doorway, giving him a soft smile before leaving and shutting the door behind you.

“love you too,” he mutters at the door, his hand palming himself through his pants pathetically.

as calmly as possible, kyungsoo rakes through the briefcase again, pressing a hand through his forehead as all of the papers in it belong to you. in his rush this morning, he must’ve grabbed yours on his way out. it’s a rookie mistake, one he hasn’t made in years, but he’s been distracted all morning and this just proves how much. your work bags are similar, but there are notable differences like his being a zipper opening and yours being held together by buckles. his had a straps as well as a handle, and yours just a handle.

kyungsoo sighs and checks his watch, pressing his lips into a thin line as he notices he’s late to start class. “morning, everybody,” he says, clearing his throat. “sorry for the late start, i, err, grabbed my wife’s briefcase on accident.” he admits, earning a few snickers from his students.

he walks around the front of his desk and leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “so i don’t have your tests with me—i know, i know. i’m already a class behind. but i posted the grades online a few minutes ago, so you should be able to see how you did. i have no lesson plan, so in the meantime, we can just chat about anything, i guess,” he says, an embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks. kyungsoos eyes scan the class of bored students who clearly want to go home. “no takers? alright, somebody catch me up on the chapter we read last night.” he says, grabbing his mug off of his desk and taking a sip of his coffee.

the class is silent and he snorts behind his cup. “im serious. if nobody answers either options, then i’ll just move the deadline for the project up a week,” kyungsoo threatens—he won’t actually do it, but he’s not going to sit here like an idiot. a few hands shoot up and he calls on the first student he sees, who reviews the reading that was assigned last night.

kyungsoo freestyles the lesson, utilizing the whiteboard way more than he typically would because of his lack of slides and lesson plan. he’s deep into lecturing when the door of the classroom opens and he snaps his head to see who it is, ready to tell whoever it is not to interrupt like that again, until he sees you trying to sneak in as quietly as possible.

a small smile stretches across his lips as you glance around at the students guiltily, feeling bad for interrupting. “sorry to interrupt,” you say to everyone, ducking your head and smiling bashfully as you make your way to the front towards your husband. “hi. you grabbed the wrong one.” you say, dropping his bag onto his desk and taking yours.

“technically, we both grabbed the wrong one,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “thank you, by the way.” he says, clasping his hand over yours. you smile at him and then remember you have an audience, and slip away from him.

“i’ll see you later,” you say, starting to walk away.

“y/n,” he says. you turn around and he raises his eyebrows at you. aren’t you forgetting something? he asks with his eyes. your cheeks tinge pink before you hop back up to him and place a chaste kiss to his lips that makes somebody in the classroom ‘aw’ at the two of you. “oh, give me a break.” kyungsoo says, squeezing your hand before saying goodbye and watching you speed walk out of the classroom. you stop at the doorway and face him, mouthing ‘i love you’ before disappearing, leaving him to mumble a ‘love you too’ to his shoes, a smile on his face.

#exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #exo fluff #kyungsoo fanfic #kyungsoo imagine #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo x you #kyungsoo scenario

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kcake555 · 1 month ago

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D.O cake 🍰

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aqupistau · 1 year ago

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genre & trope: fluff and established relationship

word count: 0.14k

now playing: all my love by park bo gum (instrumental)

. ִָ ˑ ⊹ ( 9:25 PM ) — the words i love you aren't really the things you hear on a daily basis from kyungsoo. rather explicitly saying such embarrassing words for someone like him, he says it to you in words that are not socially deemed romantic. he masks the hidden meanings in the simplest ways.

but you can notice.

you can sense it.

when you focus on the corner of his lips and watch how it curls up as it prepares to speak to you. his eyebrows and how they furrow upward, making more space for the growing eyes that are focused only on you, and the ticklish affection of his thumbs caressing your cheeks, letting your heart skip a beat, even before he says

"sleep well." i love you.

and you give a knowing smile, snuggling in between the sheets with him and cherish the thought of him remembering how you hold sleeping earnestly, and sheepishly reply

"yes. i will." i know.

and then silence comes as you welcome slumber in between each other's warmth, holding a silent whisper of the promise of tenderness. a whisper no other can hear until we finally fall asleep on someone's embrace: home.

#exo #imagines #kpop #kyungsoo oneshot #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo timestamp #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo imagine #do kyungsoo #kyungsoo #kyungsoo x you #kyungsoo blurbs #kyungsoo fanfic

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sooinbloom · 3 months ago

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Haven’t Met You Yet

pairing: kyungsoo x you genre: meet cute, fluff, neighbor AU, actor!soo word count: 3,302 description: Kyungsoo becomes enamored with his neighbor, and one chance encounter becomes the start of something beautiful warnings: language author’s note: hello dear reader! Long time no see! Sorry about that. this is another one shot that i wrote and never published. I came up with it listening to the song, “Haven’t Met You Yet” by Michael Buble. I have a bit of an idea for a second part, let me know if you liked this one shot and I’ll get to work on the second part! Thank you for your likes, reblogs and shares on my other work! It baffles me that these things get read. Please enjoy, this is lighthearted, no warnings… Just cuteness. Dividers by @saradika-graphics , gif is not mine.

- Aria

Kyungsoo watches his neighbor every day.

He wasn't sure how it or when it started, he can’t remember anything before seeing her walking down the sidewalk that one autumn morning. Ever since, he was taken by her. He watched her from across the street from his living room window. Their townhouses faced each other, her house number was 111 and his was 112. Kyungsoo liked that, how she was before him in many ways. Out of anything in the world, he wanted her to be the first thing he saw in the morning and was determined to start his day with just a glimpse of her. Her shifts were opposite from his, she worked during the day and his call times were mainly at night for the first half of his project. When Kyungsoo would come home from work, she would be locking her door and leaving for the day.

Today was no exception.

Kyungsoo watched her lock her door as she slowly descended the few steps that gave her access to the sidewalk. He didn’t understand how one woman could look so perfect this early in the morning. Her hair grazed her shoulders in a pretty style he had never seen her wear before. The outfit she wore slowly became the actor’s favorite he’s seen her wear so far. The cream-colored chunky sweater, brown calf-length skirt and sneakers combination she was wearing looked like what holding her in his arms must feel like; cozy and warm. A badge hung from a soft pink lanyard around her neck, and he could never make out what the ID said, but from his best guess she must have worked in an office somewhere.

Kyungsoo couldn't tell what color her eyes were, but their serene gleam made him want to see the soul behind them. The man hoped one day he could muster up enough courage to speak to her and see those eyes up close. Having her at a distance was becoming too much to bear, just watching this beautiful woman he called his neighbor on her daily commute or weekend morning walks was not enough anymore.

This beautiful stranger had a glow about her that Kyungsoo could not quite put his finger on. At one point, Kyungsoo wondered if the woman was even real or just a fatigued apparition that only appeared when he was too tired to realize she was not real. This theory was proven wrong on several occasions but stayed a theory in the back of his head. He would scold himself every time he would gravitate toward the window to watch her come home after her long days.

This is insane.

This is creepy.

You're stalking your neighbor. Your beautiful neighbor.

The problem remained that Kyungsoo did not know how to approach her. Did she speak the same language? How embarrassing would it be if he opened his mouth, and she did not understand him! Kyungsoo spoke English, yes, but felt more comfortable speaking in his native language, Korean. He could express himself better and not second guess every word that came out of his mouth. Even worse... What if she recognized him? It’s not exactly impossible, but not something the actor would bet on.

Relocating to Los Angeles for his first major international movie role was a huge step in Kyungsoo’s career. He was on the cusp of his entire life changing, and dating was the furthest thing from his mind… Until he saw her. Losing himself in the idea of her became Kyungsoo’s favorite past time, living in a world where she was by his side. He loved the idea of her. She could be the worst thing for him, but he figured he would never know until he took the chance to put himself out there against the advisory of his management. Being alone in a new country was already hard enough on Kyungsoo, the isolation was starting to make him reflect on just how lonely he felt and the yearning to share his life with someone started to overtake him.

He also understood how crazy all of this was. He never even said a greeting to his woman yet he was certain she could be the one he wanted to spend his Sunday mornings with, doing nothing being close to her, holding her as she woke up in his arms. No one made him lose his mind more than her, this woman he never met before. He didn't want to make his neighbor feel uncomfortable around him if they ever met. He made a sincere effort to catch a glimpse of her without her noticing but the more he lingered at the window, the harder it was to be incognito.

He softly rehearsed what he would say to his neighbor if they ever met as he took a hot shower, even giving himself pause to make sure his words made sense. As he readies himself for bed, he runs through his monologue for filming after this mini production break he is on but seems to resort back to practicing his greetings for his neighbor. How could she make him lose his focus to easily?! His head hits the pillow, forcing himself to fall asleep as fast as possible. This way he could be greeted with her presence at 5:30pm sharp, just as he has been doing every single day for the last couple of months.

Kyungsoo's alarm chimes loudly in his ear, waking him from yet another dream of her. Part of him wanted to stay floating in the fantasy world he created where she belonged to him but he knew if he dawdled a second longer, he would miss her. Stumbling out of bed, the half-asleep man rushes to make coffee and turn the television on so it is not obvious he’s waiting for her.

Don’t be weird. Even though this is the weirdest thing you’ve ever done, Doh Kyungsoo.

He pulls the curtains back ever-so-slightly and waits for her appearance.

5:29.

5:30.

There she is.

Her arms are full of grocery bags, she looks tired and out of it. More than likely, it must have been a long day for her. He’d been picking up on her physical cues for some time now and her shoulders told him everything he needed to know about her day without hearing a single word. Kyungsoo wondered what her voice sounded like, was it soft like clouds? Sweet like honey? Calm like a summer breeze? He pondered over this over and over, musing over what it would take to make her laugh, what her lips tasted like…

Stop being a creep. Is it creepy that I like her and never met her? I’m not surprised, Kyungsoo thought to himself.

It was clear that she was struggling, her shoelace gets caught under her other shoe, causing her to trip. Her bags spill their contents onto her cement-paved walkway. He watches her land on her lawn, her mouth uttering curses he can’t hear but can definitely make out from how her lips move. Without thinking, Kyungsoo bolts into action and crosses the street.

"Are you alright?" Kyungsoo asks, nervously getting to her level. The woman looks up at him and the most beautiful eyes meet his. Now he was sure what color they were, and my God was it a beautiful hue. She tilted her head in confusion, and awe of the handsome man in front of her.

"Sorry?" Her eyes plead with him, "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Holy shit.

Kyungsoo was not expecting that beautiful of a voice to come from her. Well, to be fair, he didn’t know what to expect but her tone exceeds his expectations. He was hoping for such a harmonious sound and he got it. The man realizes what he had done and blushes in her gaze. He did exactly what he feared he would do: speak in his native language, a language she obviously does not understand. With a gulp, he hangs his head, the burn of embarrassment tingling his ears and neck as words that felt foreign on his tongue left his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry. Are you alright?" Kyungsoo helps her up and she dusts herself off. She mutters a soft thank you and their hands brush gently. Shivers run down Kyungsoo’s spine at her touch, he knew if he lingered, he’d become addicted to the sensation of her fingers touching his.

"Yes, I’m alright. No injuries except for my pride. Have we met before? Do you live nearby?" She replies, picking up a bag or two. He notices the grass stains on her skirt as gathers her groceries in their bags. He sets them neatly in a row and puts his entire focus on her.

"Maybe we crossed paths a time or two. I just moved in. I am from Korea." Kyungsoo admits.

"Korea... Very nice! I’ve always wanted to go there. If you don't mind me asking, why did you move here? Lately there’s been so many new faces in the community, but I haven’t had a chance to meet half of my new neighbors. You’re the first so far.”

Kyungsoo debates on if he should tell her. Would she know he's an actor? Would it matter? Kyungsoo fought the rapid-fire thoughts in his head the best he could and tried to form an answer that would a) make sense and b) be in the language she understood.

"I'm... I'm here for a work project. I'm an actor." Kyungsoo lowly admits. He becomes surprised when she calmly nods as if he told her he’s an office worker.

"Makes sense. Most people that live here are. Minus myself and a few others. For the last year, the studio nearby leases a few townhomes in the complex until their projects are finished." She notes, grabbing a few grocery bags. "I'm so sorry, if it's not too much can I ask for your help getting these inside?"

"Of course I can help." Kyungsoo beams, proudly taking the rest of her grocery bags and following her. He couldn’t help but take her in from up close. She’s about an inch or two shorter than him, her body has curves that Kyungsoo eagerly travels down with his wonder-filled eyes to commit her to memory. He nervously bumbles behind her and once he passes the threshold… It is exactly how he had imagined it: not too neat, not too messy and very her… Or the idea of her in his head.

"The kitchen is here," the woman says, "Oh, my. I never asked your name."

"Doh Kyungsoo. In America it's Kyungsoo Doh, right?"

"Yes, that’s correct but you don’t need to change how you say it. It’s nice as it is. Doh Kyungsoo... Kyungsoo..." please, keep saying my name... "100 Days My Prince, right?"

Kyungsoo's eyes widen at the confirmation that she does indeed know who he is. He takes a breath and slowly nods. This can go one of two ways. She can just be a normal person or she can be completely unhinged, oh no... What have I done?

"This is going to sound odd," she chuckles at herself, "I... Kind of knew who you were but didn’t know how to approach you without making it super weird."

Kyungsoo blushes again, his shyness taking over. She's a fan? "So, you knew who I was?"

The beauty before him blushes this time, looking away from him. "I had a feeling, but I figured I could be wrong. You probably get recognized a lot. Like I said, there is quite a few actors living in this complex for work. I would not want to make you feel uncomfortable. You are truly kind for taking the time to help me. Thank you."

"Tell me your name." Kyungsoo can sense his desperation in his voice as he leans on the counter. He hears her name roll off her tongue, the sound of it echoing in his ears. He repeats it softly, then looks up at her.

"Beautiful," Kyungsoo breathes.

“Thanks.” She smiles again, now all he wants to do is make her smile like that again and again… Possibly make her face contort in other ways if he was to be so lucky.

“So, what is it you do for work? Since we are sharing.” Kyungsoo asks, now even more curious to know every small detail about her.

“I’m screenplay writer for a network… ABC.” She replies. Kyungsoo tilts his head and wonders if it is a fake company, or she does not want to say. She catches on and chuckles softly, “it is an American broadcasting station. Shows like Grey’s Anatomy and Abbott Elementary are on the network.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes widen. She seems pretty important. The woman chuckles softly at Kyungsoo’s surprised look and waves her hand.

“Trust me, I am nothing special. I haven’t gotten a chance to work on a big show like those just yet. I have written for other networks, but nothing major like a prime-time show. Right now, I am in between projects, trying to find a home with a writing team. Since you helped me… Forgive me if this is a bit forward but would you like to stay for dinner?”

There was no hesitation as he looked at her with his head already nodding.

“I would love to.”

“Great! I was planning on making steak and pasta, is that okay? No dietary issues or…”

“I have been craving steak for months. I have been on a diet for my role, and I need an excuse to break it, and your offer is the best excuse to go rogue.” Kyungsoo smirks, enjoying how her eyes crinkle when she laughs. She moves swiftly in the kitchen, taking the groceries out of the bags and setting up everything she needs to cook. He watches her for a moment, then realizes he doesn’t want to just spectate. He wants to cook with her and feels this is a great way to brag about his chef experience.

“Would you like some help? I’m… I’m a licensed chef in Korea.” The man stutters, his confidence waning as the seconds stretch to what feels like minutes in his mind.

“A chef? I’m starting to like you even more than I did a few moments ago, Doh Kyungsoo.” Her reply sounds flirtatious. Is it flirtatious? Kyungsoo’s ears warm and he stands beside her, looking over the ingredients laid out on the counter, “I’m not exactly a chef, this is probably one of the only meals I know how to cook. There really isn’t much room for cooking with the schedule I have.”

“Don’t you worry, I can give you a few pointers… If you’ll let me.” Kyungsoo hears his voice drop lower, that adorable crimson spreads across the woman’s cheeks. It is funny how his lack of confidence is making her bashful, and how that reaction alone fills him with pride. She watches him chop and prep the ingredients with ease, he loved every second of her eyes on him.

“You seem to know what you’re doing, I might have to take you up on that offer.” She smirks. “So, tell me more about your cooking experience, what made you want to become a chef?”

“Well… It started when I was in high school…” Kyungsoo began to tell her the story of how his love for culinary arts came to be. He had been helping around the house after his mother had a minor surgery and his older brother had assigned Kyungsoo kitchen duty. He had to search up how to cook basic recipes and followed them to the letter out of anxiety of killing everyone in his family by food poisoning. The anxiety quickly turned to ease as he fell into a rhythm. He enjoyed how the aroma of the dishes made him feel accomplished, calm and the idea of serving his hardworking parents pushed him even further to cook regularly.

Kyungsoo’s mother championed this idea, she wanted her son to be independent and not rely on anyone to do basic survival skills for him. As Kyungsoo relayed the story, the woman beside him rests her elbows on the counter fully immersed in him. He could feel his heart flutter at the attention. Being wonderstruck by how quickly they drew each other in, the conversation continued, each of them sharing little anecdotes as Kyungsoo absentmindedly took over the kitchen. What once was small glances through a window turned into a back-and-forth conversation between two familiar strangers.

The clock wound down the hours and the sun set behind the Los Angeles hills, but the two neighbors became familiar as time went on. Kyungsoo learned that his neighbor wasn’t from Los Angeles, she had moved here a couple years ago for work. She preferred black tea over coffee, her favorite color was mint green, and she was an only child. She spent her summers on her grandparent's farm in the countryside of a place he had never heard of but could picture perfectly as she described the flat land and meadows she would adventure on. The little bits she told Kyungsoo was not enough. He wanted more. He needed more.

Kyungsoo thanked the woman for her hospitality, reluctant to leave her. It was now or never, he had to see her again. What made it difficult was his schedule, it was going to get more demanding after this rare day off he had.

“Thank you again for helping me and giving me company.” She said as she leaned on the wall of the entryway to her house.

“It’s no problem, really. I’m glad that I was available to help.” Kyungsoo softly replies. The words were on the tip of his tongue, he was going to ask her out. But before he could, she took a breath and crossed her arms over her chest.

“So, how long have you been watching me through your living room window?” She giggles. Kyungsoo could feel the color draining from his face at the prospect of her knowing he was watching her like a stalker. Yet, she’s smiling. It did not make any sense; he was caught red handed and she is smiling? “Do you think I dress this nice every day on purpose? I was… Trying to get your attention, for awhile I thought maybe I failed or was delusional at the prospect of you looking at me.”

“No, no. It worked. It definitely worked. I love looking at you.” Kyungsoo blurts, immediately regretting his words. Now I blew it.

“I’m relieved that you do. Is it possible that we can see each other again?” Is she asking me out?

“It’s a possibility,” Kyungsoo replies smoothly, “maybe you can come to my place for dinner next time. If that’s okay. Is that okay?”

Her laugh echoes in Kyungsoo’s mind, he can’t believe this all worked out the way that it did.

“It’s definitely okay. You don’t have to be so nervous, Kyungsoo.” She reaches out and grazes his arm, her gaze warmly meeting his.

“I’ll have to look at my filming schedule and get back to you, but I promise you won’t be waiting long. I want to see you again soon.” Kyungsoo affirms, taking his phone out and offering it to her. “Can I get your number?”

She happily takes his phone and types her number in the contact, playfully setting her contact name as Girl in 111, her house number. She does the same and Kyungsoo sets his contact name as Guy in 112, enjoying this little game they are playing. The short walk home felt like 100 miles to Kyungsoo. He turned and saw her standing in the doorway, waving softly.

It worked out exactly how he imagined, and couldn’t wait to discover more of her.

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Not by Happenstance

Pairing: kyungsoo x gn reader

Genre: fluff, angst, established relationship

Warnings: none, but if you find any please let me know.

Summary: Kyungsoo wakes up feeling lonely on his birthday, knowing you were not coming back on time, but well-intentioned friends whisk him away for a day full of surprises. Although the most important one was patiently waiting for him back home.

Word count: 3K+

A/N: I just had to add the angsty feelings, but I hope it stayed balanced. I had the idea after hearing Kyungsoo do the cover of Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur. Another happy late birthday, Kyungsoo!

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

The alarm went off, but while Kyungsoo would usually wake up right then and start off his day, this time he remained curled on his side, sighing as he burrowed deeper under the covers.

Gentle rays of sunlight touched his face, yet he kept his eyes closed as the alarm was still going off, wishing for a few more minutes of sleep. It wasn’t exhaustion weighing on him, but an intrusive longing for your warm embrace and smiles that greeted him constantly.

Soo, I’m so sorry. I’m afraid I won’t even make it on time for your birthday.

Your words kept echoing in his head. It’s not like he’s obsessed with birthday celebrations, but you’ve been away for so long already that the holidays were too monotonous for him.

He actually hates being too clingy—he really tries not to be—and he understands more than anyone how patient and considerate you have been before waiting for him when he is the one away. Kyungsoo groaned at his self-pity thoughts, grabbing his phone from the counter to finally turn the alarm off.

It’s his birthday, and while you couldn’t be there quite yet, your return would be all the sweeter for waiting. Belated birthday celebrations are fun too; it’s not the end of the world not having you there on his specific special day.

But he could still see you in every corner of his house. He smiled, noticing your coat and scarf still hanging inside his closet. You never seem to get those back or end up replacing them with other pieces of clothing as the seasons change.

He jumped out of bed, fixed on starting his day right, and tried to ignore his phone, which was already flashing with text notifications from Chanyeol. It had started at midnight, but he had already turned on the do not disturb setting. Chanyeol’s teasing would not be welcomed during his peaceful morning, even though a tinge of curiosity piqued within him to know what his texts could be about.

After showering, Kyungsoo's face lit up with a smile as his lovely dogs, Hoochoo and Meokmul, greeted him upon stepping out of his room with his hair still damp. He kneeled to accept sloppy dog kisses; their affectionate natures never failed to lift his mood. He filled their bowls with fresh water and food, tending to their needs before heading to the kitchen to prepare his own breakfast.

Kyungsoo chuckled softly when he saw your favorite snacks and ramyeon in the cupboards, still untouched. He’d stocked up eagerly for your planned week together, thinking you were coming on the sixth.

It dawned on him why he had been feeling so blue these past few days, since he would be busy with work after his birthday and not be able to see you regularly again.

With a shake of his head, he began to prepare his breakfast. The fresh coffee aroma filled the kitchen, complementing the eggs he was frying along with some savory kimchi. Cooking made him happy; it would’ve been better if someone else were there to share the food with, but so far he was content with how his day was going.

He set his toasts and kimchi eggs, accompanied by some leftover japchae and soy bean sprout soup. As he was about to fill his cup with coffee, the doorbell rang, leaving him puzzled since he was not waiting for anyone to come.

“Kyungsoo-yah! Let me in.” Chanyeol’s voice came through the speaker, and the dogs started barking excitedly.

He wondered if Chanyeol somehow managed to hack his video doorbell and speak through it because he had ignored his texts. Silly Kyungsoo, he knew that Chanyeol wouldn’t ever be clever enough to pull that off. Chanyeol would obviously resort to more annoying methods, like showing up at his house unannounced.

Kyungsoo hesitated, but his friend’s voice kept coming through along with the ring of the doorbell. He made his way to the entrance but only talked to Chanyeol through the speaker. “Why are you here, Chanyeol?”

“Happy birthday, Kyungsoo!” Chanyeol said it in a singsong.

Kyungsoo chuckled. “Thank you, bye!” he joked.

Chanyeol kept ringing to annoy Kyungsoo even more and get him to let him in, but Kyungsoo had opened just at the same time that he rang, so Chanyeol didn’t notice at first. “You’re going to break it; just come in,” Kyungsoo uttered.

“Are you ready?” Chanyeol entered, almost jumping out of his shoes and going straight to the kitchen. He greeted the cheerful little dogs on his way, who were the only ones who seemed truly happy to see him. “Smells pretty nice in here.”

Kyungsoo rushed to close the door and find Chanyeol before he could take anything from your snacks since he also loves the same types of bean chips. Luckily, he was only taking a look at the toasts for his breakfast. “Ready for what?” Kyungsoo finished pouring some coffee into his cup. “Want some breakfast?” he asked as he saw him looking for a bowl.

“I could eat some,” Chanyeol mumbled. “I brought you seaweed soup; my mom made some for you.” He offered a warm smile, winning one back from the lonely birthday boy in front of him.

The container was small but seemed spacious enough to have soup for both of them, so Kyungsoo grabbed two medium-sized bowls from the storage. “Go ahead and eat what’s already served. I can make some more toasts for me.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “I can make toasts, eat your breakfast. I’ll serve the soup; it’s yours. I won’t eat any.”

Kyungsoo settled down at the table with his food and coffee, amused by his friend’s response. From a distance, he could sense the wheels turning in Chanyeol’s mind; whatever scheme he had planned, Kyungsoo was actually grateful for his taller friend’s happy virus energy to accompany him during the day.

Chanyeol sat in front of Kyungsoo, flashing him a small, mischievous smile before he dug into the delightful breakfast. Kyungsoo missed that gesture as he stopped Meokmul from climbing onto his lap.

As they ate and chatted, Kyungsoo seemed more and more at ease. Chanyeol caught him cracking a genuine grin at one of his silly jokes. “There’s that smile!” He teased. “Now finish that toast—we’ve got a full day ahead of us.”

Kyungsoo squinted at him suspiciously. “You still haven’t told me what you’ve got planned.”

The laugh that escaped Chanyeol was not at all convincing for Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo felt uneasy about Chanyeol's hidden secret, as he didn't want to be left in the dark. However, his patience hadn’t yet run out, so he decided to wait just long enough to get at least a clue before Chanyeol could drag him out of his house.

“You just trust me; you’re gonna love it.” Chanyeol stood up and took Kyungsoo’s emptied dishes. “I’ll clean this; you go put on a coat or something.”

Kyungsoo was hesitant at first, but he made sure to watch from afar for any hint that his friend could let slip while he was busy with the dishes.

His phone was still flashing with texts from his friends, so he checked all of their messages. He laughed silently as he saw the insistent ones from Chanyeol to let him in, as well as the funny birthday wish at midnight. His smile grew as he saw texts from fellow actors and idols, but his heart fluttered once he saw yours.

You: Happy birthday 🥳😘 wishing you all the fun and love you deserve on this day. I know I’m away, but I’ll be with you in spirit no matter what you do 😌 you are in my heart always. I love you so much, see you in a bit 😉🫰

Kyungsoo glanced up, a tenderness in his look that only the sun could witness. Your words warmed him up even more than the cozy clothes that he changed into, anticipating any activity that his friend could have planned.

Thrilled, he made his way back to the kitchen. He had almost forgotten about his friend’s suspicion, but his whispering on the phone served as a reminder. “What was that?” Kyungsoo asked, “are we meeting someone? Why—“

“Kyungsoo! Why are you—“ Chanyeol was a little startled because of his sneaky friend. “Hey, just wait there,” he said as he ended the mysterious call. “Baek will join us, and that’s all I’ll say.” He chuckled tauntingly.

So the two menaces were accompanying him. Kyungsoo just laughed softly, letting things flow their course. For a second, he considered texting Junmyeon back on his offer for lunch, but somehow, Chanyeol’s plans seemed interesting.

It was satisfying to see the white blanket of snow covering the streets while the sun battled to defrost the glistening icicles on top of the bare tree branches. At least the weather was nice and managed to cheer him up even more, somehow matching his friends antics and the eagerness of their dogs.

The park came into view as they drove along the bridge, and Kyungsoo smiled, knowing that Chanyeol was taking them to a park for their dogs to have some fun too. He will take care of making a snowman out of Baekhyun as payback for all the teasing he’s been doing during the car ride.

The dogs were eager to get out of the car once they managed to get a spot in the parking lot. Baekhyun’s corgi, Mongryong, even let out a joyous howl, asking to be let out.

Kyungsoo’s mood lifted even further with their enthusiasm. The park wasn’t crowded since it was quite early, so he released their leashes, giving the dogs permission to romp.

After some time playing with their pets, Kyungsoo heard a notification ding. He briefly excused himself for a little privacy, as he wished it was you, but it had been a message from Woobin.

“Hey, birthday boy!” Baekhyun’s voice distracted him, but he looked back at his phone to answer his hyung’s message.

He opened your text again, intending to reply when you were back online. Unfortunately, despite your lovely birthday wishes, you still didn’t seem to be around. He decided to simply send his reply for you to check later, along with some pictures of the dogs playing with his friends.

Soo: Thank you baby! ❤️😊 you won’t believe how your wishes came true 😆Yeol and Baek dragged me out to Seoul Forest with our pups. I’m having fun tho

Baekhyun playfully shook Kyungsoo’s shoulders, trying to make him go back. “Come, Soo! Don’t get lost, little penguin.”

Kyungsoo turned to level him with his most lethal glare. Though not the tallest among them, Kyungsoo possessed a presence that commanded respect, making Baekhyun shrink back instinctively and realize it was time to flee. Kyungsoo ran around trying to catch him to finally turn him into a snowman.

The dogs followed them, with Chanyeol on tow, trying to make them all stop since snow was starting to fall quite heavily. Baekhyun stopped first, making Kyungsoo bump into him. Kyungsoo was breathless from running and laughing, but he managed to get Baekhyun on the ground.

Baekhyun and Kyungsoo moved the snow around them, making snow angels as Chanyeol laughed. “Guys! Look up; we might need to go find shelter or go back—“ The ringing of his phone stopped him.

Chanyeol looked at the caller’s name and excused himself for a minute. He was almost whispering to the person on the other end, but Kyungsoo managed to listen to one sentence before Chanyeol walked farther away. “We’re going now then!”

Kyungsoo was truly enjoying Chanyeol’s plans, but he was too curious about who he was talking to on the phone so much. He unmistakably guessed it was Baekhyun earlier, but he is now right in front of him, playing along with their dogs.

The flakes started to whirl downward in swift blizzards, making the wind pick up pitch. They knew there was no stopping the snowstorm, so Chanyeol called out that it was time to get back home and stay safe before it would be too dangerous to drive.

Surely enough, after a quick stop at Baekhyun’s house, traffic began to slow down as it became harder to mobilize because of the snowfall.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay out there?” Kyungsoo asked before he got out of Chanyeol’s car. “You can stay until it’s clear.”

Chanyeol managed to contain his laugh and only pulled off a warm smile at his friend. “Nah, I’ll be okay. And perhaps, you know how much I love your dogs but the allergies might kick in and I need my meds.”

Kyungsoo nodded, understanding. They could also go and buy some, but it did seem like there was no stopping the snowstorm, and Chanyeol would be a lot safer in his own house.

“Hope I managed to lift your spirits for a bit. Y/N will come back soon; cheer up!” He winked and put his thumb up.

Kyungsoo seemed to not catch the clue, but as they reached his apartment, his dogs had a surge of energy. Hoochoo sniffed below the door while Meokmul barked up at him, as if trying to let him know something.

He only grew worried, thinking they were hungry because he hadn’t taken enough treats to the park, so he hurriedly entered his house as the dogs pulled on their leashes. He swiftly removed their gear as he hung his winter coat and beanie to leave them to dry.

The dogs kept barking and whimpering, but it took on a happy tone; soft shushing and whispers accompanied them, along with Kyungsoo’s hopeful racing heartbeat.

You were back.

You were here.

Kyungsoo stared in awe, stopping for a second to check if it could be his hopeful mind playing tricks on him. But as his watery eyes focused and took you all in, his lips curled into the widest of smiles.

He walked over slowly, taken by a rush of emotions. Your heart almost broke at the sight, but he reassured you that he was okay, chuckling between a couple of sobs.

The embrace didn’t take you by surprise, but he almost made you both fall to the ground. In that perfect moment, with you cradled safely in his arms, Kyungsoo found he had no words. All the lonely nights spent yearning for this very feeling evaporated as a warm and overwhelming emotion rose within his chest.

He buried his face deeper into your comforting scent, his fingers clinging onto you with a tighter hold than intended, but you made no attempt to break free from his trembling embrace. Your own hands stroked his back tenderly, soothingly, as if to say, “I'm here; it's really me. I've returned to you.”

After what felt like an eternity, Kyungsoo finally found the strength to pull back, his glistening eyes hungrily scanning your face, re-memorizing each cherished feature. His lips parted, but his thoughts eluded him; the snowstorm outside served as an illustration of the swirling emotions of gratitude, disbelief, and joy within him.

Sensing his struggle, you graced him with a tender yet radiant smile, one hand rising to cradle his cheek. "I've missed you too," you breathed, the simple words conveying so much.

At the sound of your voice, Kyungsoo's hesitancy crumbled, and he claimed your lips in a kiss that poured forth every unspoken emotion.

Breathless, you parted, but hesitant small kisses lingered upon your lips. You laughed as you gently kissed his chin, tracing over his lovely beauty marks, while Hoochoo playfully tugged at your pants.

“How are you here?” He finally asked, taking your hand and leading you to the sofa, where you cuddled with the two adorable poodles.

You continued to laugh, and he cupped your cheeks. His hands felt a little cold, so you covered them with yours. He lovingly pushed your cheeks up and down, as if he were still trying to convince himself that you were really there. His five senses were now aware of your return, but it still felt like a dream in his heart. It was only when he felt your fingertips dry a couple of tears that he fully assimilated your presence.

“I might need a couple or more cups of coffee to stay awake, but I managed to come back sooner.”

He pulled off a shy smile. “Oh, baby. You didn’t have to…”

You still felt his hands being cold, so you softly grabbed both of them and tried to wrap them in your warm ones. “No, I needed to. I wanted your birthday to be perfect.” You kissed each of his hands. “I wish you could’ve gone to all the places I had in mind for you and your friends, but the snow was pretty heavy.”

Kyungsoo shook his head, trying to comprehend your words. “Wait, wait… you planned-you asked Chanyeol to come and all—“

“Yes, kinda! He was visiting you, so I asked him if he could help, and he accepted quite easily.”

He gazed at you, filled with wonder and affection. “So Junmyeon hyung’s lunch invite, and Minseok hyung wishing we could’ve gone bowling, and Jongdae saying he’d stopped by to bring me a gift—“

“And all of the people who sent you any text other than to just wish you a happy birthday. I was planning on throwing you a small party when you came home, but the snowstorm happened and everyone got stuck, so I had to cancel.”

“Wow! How? Did you know you’re amazing?” He chuckled and tenderly kissed your jaw. “I think this is better though. Having you back and everyone else here… you would have been distracting.”

Curling into your embrace, he rested his head on your chest, listening to the sweet sound of your heartbeat. The furry little ones nestled around the two of you, sighing contentedly.

“This is all I need. Just being with you… you were my birthday wish.” Smiling softly, he tilted his face up for a tender kiss. At last, all he yearned for was no longer far away from him. His smiles were easier to pull off now that he got you back just in time.

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dks-smut · 2 months ago

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&yet part 2

Pairing: f!reader x rm!Sehun x Kyungsoo

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4,800

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Friends/Strangers to FWB (to lovers?)

Warnings: Teasing, drugs/alcohol, foreplay, mutual masturbation.

Plot: Sehun is your best friend and roommate. He invites his new friend over, Kyungsoo, to help him through a rough breakup. As tensions build, the dynamic between you three takes a turn.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

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You woke up the next morning on the couch a bit confused as to why you were there. You are alone, yet there is a blanket over you and a pillow under your head. It dawns on you that you must have passed out. You stretch and roll off the couch onto your feet. You start walking towards the bathroom and events from last night flash across your memory. After showering and dressing, you relax in front of the TV eating cereal. It’s quite late in the morning to be getting up. Usually you are up before the sun, but it’s almost 11:00am.

While zoning out, watching mind numbing TV, Sehun comes down the hall, yawning. He goes into the fridge and grabs a yogurt. He sits down next to you, just nodding since your mouth is full.

“Where’s Kyungsoo?” Sehun asks.

“Not sure. I woke up and he wasn’t here,” you respond.

“Nothing happened between you two?” Sehun asks.

“What? No. I just met him. He seems nice enough.”

Sehun chuckles, “It was a joke. I covered you up and went to bed. Kyungsoo fell asleep at the other end of the couch.”

”Well, thanks for looking out for me. I can’t believe I slept so late,” you huff.

”I mean, last night was pretty wild,” Sehun jests. “Plus, it’s the weekend, don’t be so hard on yourself,” he continues. “Are you sure you didn’t scare Kyungsoo away? Did you come on to him?”

Sehun is laughing with a mouthful of yogurt, creating a gross sound, which makes you start to laugh.

“No! I swear! The last thing I remember was falling asleep on your shoulder and then waking up,” you say. “Are you trying to set us up or something?”

”What? I mean you guys should hookup. I know you’ve not gotten laid in a long time,” he responds.

You choke on your cereal, mainly because of Sehun’s idea, but mostly because he knows you’ve not had sex in awhile. It hurts, like the truth is supposed to sometimes.

”I don’t even know him. What kind of person do you think I am?” you say, half joking.

“You could just hook up. If you want.”

You take another spoonful of cereal, rolling your eyes, while half listening to the junk on TV. You hope he leaves it there, not to further this conversation.

”I’m meeting my friend tonight at the bar, you and Kyungsoo wanna join?” you ask, completely ignoring Sehun.

”Yeah! Let’s do it! Let’s get smashed!”

“I could set you up with her, but I know you have no issue with finding women to have sex with,” a smirk hiding behind your statement.

Sehun laughs, “Very funny! But we can set each other up! Me with your friend and you with Kyungsoo!”

“Why are you so adamant about setting me up with anyone?” you ask as you tilt the bowl to drink the last of the milk out of it. As you get up to put your bowl in the sink, Sehun grabs his phone while finishing up his yogurt. He glances up as you pass him toward the kitchen.

“I’m not trying to. I just thought it’d be nice, since, you know…” Sehun’s voice gets quieter, hoping you don’t take offense.

“I get it, I do. Believe me. I’m the one going without, not you. Sorry if I sound ungrateful. I don’t know what I want.” A relationship? A friend with benefits? One night stand?

“Well, let me know when you figure it out, and I can help. But not like that, I swear!” Sehun says as he follows you to the kitchen.

“Ew! No! Why would we do that? I like you as my friend!” you say. “Also, my friend is lesbian,” you add as you walk from the kitchen, noticing Sehun choking on his spit. He offers a playful push to your back as you continue into the living room.

And that was that. There is a part of you that cannot get Kyungsoo off your mind. His demeanor, his laugh, his silence and gaze. He makes you wonder what he’s thinking about; his eyes demanding your attention. When you speak, his eyes dart around your face before focusing in on your eyes, never glancing away. That look makes you feel like he’s the sun and you’re the only one in his orbit. The mysteriousness surrounding him makes your mind wander off to not so appropriate places.

- - -

The plan was set in motion. You all met up at the bar to blow off steam from another shitty work week. You really wanted to let loose but in a way that meant no one would have to look after you. You decided to take a shot as soon as you walked up to the bar. You needed some liquid courage if you were going to be in Kyungsoo’s presence all night.

Once the shot was settling in your stomach, you and Sehun shuffled to grab a table while your friend, Jules, went to the bathroom. Kyungsoo had texted Sehun earlier saying he was going to be late. The three of you are having a great time, meaning, you all take a round of shots. I really am going to let loose, but only so much. Two shots so far. Pace yourself. Don’t embarrass yourself.

You all ordered some wings and beer, and just then, Kyungsoo walks through the door. His eyes widen as he scans the bar looking for us. When he catches sight of Sehun, he begins to walk over. You only know this since you’re the only one facing the doors at a table tucked away in a corner. You see his hurried but determined look as he takes the seat next to you. You introduce him to Jules and Sehun passes him a glass of beer he poured from the pitcher. As an awkward silence dove over the table, Sehun pipes up, “Here’s to breakups. A new beginning!”

Kyungsoo looks over to Sehun and smirks, clinks his glass with ours, sips, and begins to look sad.

“Man, I’m sorry! I’m trying to lighten the mood!” Sehun says as he rubs Kyungsoo on the shoulder.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer. The cut is still new, it needs to heal. Please don’t let me stop you from having fun,” Kyungsoo says as he leans in towards Sehun so other patrons don’t hear him.

“More alcohol then!” you say for some levity and top off Kyungsoo’s glass. He lifts his head up and smiles wholeheartedly as he raises his glass to his lips.

God, his plump lips. So soft, so distracting.

Luckily the night is filled with drunken anecdotes, silly parlor games, and unintended physical contact. The table is small and since getting drunk meant people, unintentionally or not, become more likely to gesticulate. The smell of Kyungsoo would waft its way beneath your nose and goosebumps cover your arms. You shake to bring warmth and feeling back to your body. Kyungsoo notices you shiver and leans in to inquire,

“Are you okay? Are you cold?” You don’t realize he’s speaking to you until you become overwhelmed by his scent, yet again. He breaks your stupor with his warmth, your skin now aflame.

”Oh yeah, just got the chills. Sorry to worry you,” you stammer out, shoving the glass of beer to your mouth to quickly guzzle the rest. So much for pacing yourself. You can still ease up, just order a glass of water. I feel like I’m already making a fool of myself in his presence. I can’t do this sober. Help me.

He leans away from you and watches as you slam down the glass to then excuse yourself from the table. You need a break and can’t wait for the server to appear again to ask for water. Sehun yells from the table as you leave. You don’t turn around, walking up to the bar.

”Hey, did you hear me? Are you okay? You look moody,” Sehun asked in the lowest, most serious tone you’ve ever heard from him. But you’re both drunk, who knows if that’s even true.

”Yeah, wh—,” you stop and order from the bartender.

”Water?! Yeah, there’s something wrong.”

”I swear, everything’s fine. I’m trying to pace myself. Not get too drunk. I don’t want to embarrass myself,” you say, grabbing the water, nodding and mouthing thank you.”

”That’s never mattered before. Really, do you feel okay?” Sehun asks. He grabs you by the shoulder, turning you around. He reaches his palm to your forehead,

”You feel a little war—“,

”Stop it. Seriously. I’m fine. Please,” you beg Sehun and then chuckle as if to lighten the past dialogue.

You all sit and drink into the night. You are sure to alternate with water, and continue to graze on leftover wings and celery. Everyone seems to be laughing and you suddenly remember something very important. You gesture across the table to Sehun, as if smoking a joint. He perks up and announces,

“Who’s down for going back to our place for blunts and crafts?”

The table erupts with laughter.

“Very discreet. Nice one,” you start to laugh loudly and notice Kyungsoo’s attention falling upon you, his light, saving the dying. Your face turns red when you feel his gaze and say,

”I’ll go pay the tab. I’ll meet you outside.”

“It’s my turn. I’ll get it this time,” Sehun says.

”Nope, I invited everyone, my treat.”

Everyone smiles toward you and says their thanks. Kyungsoo bows his head and thanks you earnestly. You will never forget the way his bangs fell into his eyes and then the way he ran his fingers through them to push it back. Your knees are weak as you walk up to pay.

You light a smoke as soon as you exit the building. Everyone but Jules was partaking. The group of you loiter for a bit longer until you decide to start walking in the direction of your and Sehun’s place.

- - -

Settling onto the couch with your freshly rolled joint, you begin to take out various craft items. Jules and Sehun are sitting on the floor next to the coffee table. You and Kyungsoo are sitting together on the couch. Everyone is grabbing at colored pencils, stickers, glue, and glitter.

You light up the joint and start the rotation. You pass it to Sehun on your left, he passes it to Jules, then Kyungsoo. He seems quite nervous and doesn’t drag very hard. He exhales and begins to cough. While still coughing, he passes you the joint. Oh my god, my lips are going to be where his lips were. I can’t hold it in. I’m going to lose it.

You look up at Kyungsoo and take the joint, careful not to linger or touch his hand. Just then, Sehun pipes up,

“I’m gonna make something cute for my mom!”

“I didn’t realize you were still in kindergarten,” Jules says.

“Hey, you’re never too old to love your mom or to give her something handmade,” Sehun says back, still buzzed. He didn’t really care about other peoples’ opinions, especially when it came to his mom. It was all in loving jest, everyone still concentrating on what they were going to create.

You take a nice, long drag and finally exhale, careful not to blow it towards anyone. This pause made you look over to Kyungsoo, diligently creating a little pocket notepad. He used some thread to join some paper, and now he is placing washi tape on each page as a border. No matter what he is doing, it gives you the chills. He’s just quietly working and not to mention tidying up the supplies as he goes, careful to put items back in their place.

The four of you are getting a bit tired after all the revelry. You stand and ask if anyone would like a drink. You definitely needed water since weed always gives you cottonmouth. Once you return, you set down the water glasses and get comfortable on your spot on the couch. Sehun and Jules decide to sit on the loveseat that was perpendicular to the sofa you and Kyungsoo occupied. You decide on a funny show that everyone has seen a million times.

While resting your head on the armrest with a blanket covering your feet, you comment on a funny joke in the show. This rouses everyone to repeat their favorite jokes from the show. By god, you have never heard Kyungsoo speak so much at once, and you could get used to it. His low timbre, his rich and deep voice, so soothing, yet so sexy. You grab your phone while Jules is telling her favorite joke, and send a funny gif to Sehun. Once he hears his phone vibrate, he picks it up to look and immediately starts laughing.

“What's so funny?” Jules asks.

“Just a funny gif. I’ll send it to you,” Sehun replies.

“Hey, I want to see!” Kyungsoo interrupts. He looks over to you, since he’s far from everyone else and asks you to send it to him.

“I don’t have your number,” you say meekly.

Shit, I am getting his number. I can’t believe this. Just be cool.

Now that everyone was in on the joke, silence returns.

Everyone seemed to be on a good mix of high and drunk. Silly, sloppy, bursts of laughter, and moments of silence. With that, you feel like you’re the only one who is hiding something. That need within you is lurking, which could cause you to act on it, like you were being split into two opposing directions. You’re trying hard to ease the tension by pressing your thighs together.

Why does weed make me supremely horny? My standard is being regular horny, but weed takes it up ten notches. Holy hell.

More drunken antics ensue. Being this needy right now is stressing you out. You rise from the couch announcing to the room,

”I’m headed out for a cigarette. Wanna join?”

”Oh! Me!” Sehun jumps up while heading to put on his cardigan.

”Yes. I really need one,” Kyungsoo says quietly.

”I’ll just be here. With all the booze, drugs, and glitter. Having way more fun than you three!” Jules chimes in sarcastically, chuckling to herself as you exit onto the balcony.

With another person out here, your shoulders are squished in between Sehun and Kyungsoo. As you’re all smoking out in the crisp and clear night, Sehun begins telling Kyungsoo an inside joke. Something about how one of their coworkers has horrible body odor. They both chuckle and you are silent, off in your own land; a land of hands touching, and lips meeting. Your elbow slips from the railing and hits Kyungsoo’s arm. He looks over at you and grazes your arm, he pulls back immediately,

”I’m sorry. My fault,” he ekes out hesitantly.

“Shit, I’m sorry. My arm slipped. Totally my bad,” you answer.

”Well, I don’t have cooties,” Kyungsoo jokes.

“See what I mean? I told you he was quiet but funny!” Sehun begins laughing hysterically at Kyungsoo’s burn.

While Sehun’s head is bobbing around from laughing, you glance over at Kyungsoo and he mouths quietly to you, "I'm sorry,” and bows his head.

You’re not sure why he’s saying sorry. You both turn to look out at the night skyline, continuing your cigarettes. Again, a silence takes hold and you begin to feel Kyungsoo’s body warmth since he is pressed closely to you. There’s really something about being in the presence of a person like him. It’s hard to describe. It takes hold of all rationality; your body, your will power.

Having gone back inside to get cozy, Jules calls it a night.

”It’s been great. I will cherish my glitter picture frame for all time. Nice to meet you, Kyungsoo. See you jerks later,” she says and closes the door behind her.

Kyungsoo also gets up, feeling a bit awkward now that he is the only guest left. Hoping not to stay past his welcome. He extends his thanks and turns to leave before adding,

”Have a good night. It was fun. And thank you again. See you at work, Sehun.”

Sehun gives a thumbs up and laughs, Kyungsoo copying him. His hearty laughter is also something else. The way it deeply vibrates right down to your pussy.

You and Sehun stay up longer on the couch watching shows until you start yawning and Sehun says,

”I’m out. I can’t. I’m hittin’ the hay.”

”I can’t get up. Too comfy. Night night,” you mumble into the blanket with your eyes closed.

Maybe if you hadn’t gone to bed horny this wouldn’t have happened. None of it, but it starts with you dreaming of Kyungsoo once you've fallen asleep…

His fingers lightly graze your cheek. You’re standing on the threshold of your bedroom. He drags his fingers down around your neck to bring your lips to his. You shrink into the kiss, unsure of how this started. You realize the feeling of his full lips on yours is euphoric. You lean into his kiss, and place both palms on his broad shoulders.

He begins to walk you backwards toward your bed. You resist his force which causes him to ease up and bring his mouth back to yours. He lifts your jaw to deepen the kiss and you both open your mouths, tongues gliding in unison. You let out a slight whimper at the feeling of his tongue on yours, the saliva, his hands on your body. He pauses to open his eyes and removes his lips from yours, asking,

”Are you okay? Please tell me if you’re not. Promise?”

Still in shock with Kyungsoo’s saliva on your lips, you answer,

”Yes. I need you. I promise.”

He steps back, holding your cheeks up toward his gaze. It’s as if he’s trying to get the right lighting to see every part of you. Trying to swallow you whole starting with his eyes, then his lips. You really can’t do this anymore, and you smash your face into his. You do this with so much fervor that your teeth clink together as you rush to put your tongue in his mouth. You start sucking on his bottom lip and then bite it while pulling down a bit. Kyungsoo grunts so deeply that your pussy begins to leak.

You place your hands under his shirt to feel his body, which causes him to shiver. He presses his lips harder into yours and places his hands on your ass. He squeezes and you moan into his mouth. His fingers trace up the small of your back to your rib cage, ending with both palms groping your breasts. You’re moaning more and even louder as he leans you back onto your bed.

His hand goes up your shorts and rubs over the waistband of your underwear. You stretch out and moan when his fingers dips lower to rub over your pussy. You start to writhe and he watches your every movement, even when your eyes roll back into your head. He makes you feel like the hottest person alive, his every move and thought dedicated to you and your pleasure. He slips two fingers under your panties and when he reaches your bare pussy, you wake up.

You awake to a horrible empty feeling, like there is a hole or a missing piece. You start to replay the dream over and over in your head. You’ve never had a wet dream quite like this, it was too real. It was overwhelming, your body aching while imagining the feeling of his hands on you. Your thighs rub together and there is a familiar feeling of wetness. You reach into your underwear and flick a finger through your slit. Before reaching beyond, your labia was covered in slick.

You place two fingers to your clit and start rubbing, spreading your wetness farther. You moan softly as you now begin to pinch your nipple from under your shirt. You spread your thighs apart and gyrate your hips from beneath the blanket. Your mind is rewinding and slowing down parts of your dream while loving the feeling of your own touch.

A small floor creak gives away a watcher. You snap up from the couch, leaving your bottom half still covered by the blanket. You try to adjust your vision to look beyond the dark hallway corner. You see Sehun’s outline. He steps out into the light of the living room. His face is flush and you see he has a hard-on beneath his boxer briefs. Your eyes are wide as you yank the blanket to cover your upper half.

“Please continue,” Sehun says in a hushed tone.

”What? Am I dreaming again?” You ask, while Sehun is approaching you on the couch.

“Stop. What do you think is going to happen?” Sehun says, responding to a question with a question.

You really had no idea what was happening or what Sehun was going to do next but your pulsing pussy won out over self control.

He sat gently on the other end of the couch, resting against the back, his head turning to look at you. Your toes touch his thighs and he begins to rub himself over his underwear. Starting intently at you.

“Let’s help each other out. No weirdness. Just watching, no touching,” Sehun says as he reaches to grip his painfully hard cock.

This feels surreal, having Sehun’s bare cock spring up while sitting just feet away. You feel taken aback by these events, not knowing how to respond. Sehun adds,

“Please. I heard you and saw you. I know you need it.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, trying not to focus too long on his dick.

“You don’t have to be ashamed. I know you haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I heard your moans. I came out to see you touching yourself. I heard how wet you are.

You want to cower under the blanket and go back to sleep, but everything Sehun said was true.

“Will this ruin what we have?” you ask sincerely.

“You don’t have to show me anything. But now you’ve seen my dick. No big deal right?”

“Well, since you put it that way, all right.” you thoughtlessly reply and your hands go back under your pajamas.

You close your eyes and begin, again, to imagine Kyungsoo’s lips and hands. The way he ardently crashed his face into yours. The way he guided you to your bed, the way he overtook you and leaned over your body, taking in every minute detail.

Your eyes open to witness Sehun cranking away on his dick. Looking over toward you every now and again, but mostly he has his head back and eyes closed. Since he doesn’t seem to be fazed by what is transpiring, you begin to pinch your clit which causes a yelp to fall out of your mouth. Sehun turns his head slightly, barely opening his eyes, and grunts. The creases of a smirk are hardly visible.

Once you brush off the awkwardness, you travel deep within your reverie. You begin to push two of your fingers inside your hot pussy. You were already close to cumming after you woke up from the dream, but now you are at the precipice. One more flash of Kyungsoo’s delicate hands gripping your waist, and you finally orgasm. Your hand is stuck between your tightly closed thighs while your hips thrust upward, finally slowing once you come down. While you’re trying to catch your breath and you open your eyes again only to remember Sehun is jerking off. You moaning through your orgasm seems to cause Sehun to cum, finally ejaculating into his hand. He takes a deep breath, puts his shrinking cock back inside his underwear and goes to the sink to wash his hands. He returns with a damp paper towel for you to which you shyly accept.

“I hope this was okay. Not so bad, right?” Sehun asks while sitting back down on the sofa.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Let’s forget this happened and go back to normal,” you confess.

“Yes, let’s pretend we were having a dream. Especially the one you were having when I came out to hear you moaning and writhing in your sleep.”

“Exactly. Just a dream,” you say and finally move to get up off the couch to take a shower.

“What were you dreaming about?” Sehun asks as you disappear down the hall.

“It was a celebrity. Don’t worry,” you answer back.

- - -

After having showered, you’re in your room finding something to wear. You want to listen to some music while doing so, then after, you might tidy your room up a bit. You grab your phone and as soon as you do you see a text from Kyungsoo,

‘Thanks again for last night, it was fun.’

‘Care to hang out again soon?’

Your face is flush and your heart feels as if it might implode. Your fingers shake as you try to type a response. Not sure what to say, you finally decide on a gif of a sitcom character giving the thumbs up.

Kyungsoo barely spoke last night but sending two texts in quick succession was surprising. Not sure what kind of texter you expected him to be, but this wasn’t close. The texts were to the point, no emojis or gifs, so it definitely feels like it’s in the realm of possibility that Kyungsoo did author these texts. You never expected he’d be the one to text you first, or to text you at all. Maybe he had feigned wanting to see the gif and thought this was his way of getting your number. Maybe Kyungsoo wanted to keep it from Sehun by not asking him directly for it. This is what happens to your thoughts when you suddenly have the most handsome and polite man texting you about wanting to hang out. Over analyzing every facet of each second in your life is your forte. You’re comfortable in your own brain but these thoughts can make you anxious and depressed.

Your phone vibrates again with Kyungsoo sending a link to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall eatery. You click and scroll through photos with your stomach grumbling along the way. You type a salivating emoji back to him. He responds with,

’This place is delicious. I know the family who runs it.’

He wasn’t leading or asking you again if you would accept or deny the invitation. Your mind reels with possible replies. Should you go? What would Sehun think if he found out? He was trying to set you and Kyungsoo up before you even met him, so maybe, he would be fine with it. He even told you he noticed you were in a sexual drought. But also this could be nothing or turn into nothing. Maybe Kyungsoo wasn’t interested in a physical relationship with you. Maybe he really just wants to be friends. There your mind goes again with every hypothetical known in the universe.

’Looks great! You’ll have to tell me what you recommend. How’s Friday night?’

It wasn’t long until Kyungsoo replied,

’Perfect. I can pick you up. I know it’s far from your apartment.’

Fuck, I’m going to be getting into a car with him. His car. And how is he so considerate and thoughtful?

’It’s a plan! See you then,’ and you added a smiling face with smiling eyes emoji. The one with the rosy cheeks.

As you turn around to finish dressing you hear a knock on the door. Your giddiness and beaming smile fade and your shoulders sink. You remember what transpired out in the living room with Sehun. You rush to put your clothes on and shout,

”Just a minute! Getting dressed!

You open the door as your arm straightens through the sleeve of your shirt. You really don’t want to make things awkward, remembering what Sehun said. We fucking came together on the couch! How can this not be awkward! You look up at him and ask,

”Hey, yeah, what’s up?” You step sideways making room for him to enter.

”I wanted to apologize for earlier. I was not thinking with my brain. I mean, after I heard you then saw you, that was it,” he says as he takes a seat on your bed.

”I agreed to it. There’s no need to be sorry. Since we’ve acknowledged this, let’s forget it, like you said,” you reply, standing in front of your open door, your hand gripping the handle.

”Okay, but please let’s go back, starting now,” Sehun adds.

”Deal. Forgotten. I’m hungry and I need to get high,” you say while rubbing your stomach.

”Great minds, they say!” Sehun says excitedly.

How in the hell did you weave yourself such an awfully tangled web?

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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jongbross · 11 months ago

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[untitled] (do kyungsoo x reader)

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader word count: 207 genre: 🤭 warnings: sexual themes, riding, chocking, swearing, bald kyungsoo a/n: i watched elyxion the other day and bald kyungsoo made me feel... things. i've been thinking about this ever since. also, i couldn't come up with a title, i'm sorry 😭

kyungsoo groaned at you, pulling your arms away from his neck.

"stop that or i'll cum", he whispered, feeling the back of his neck burning from your scratching.

ever since he shaved his head again you missed having something to tug on during sex, as you used to pull his hair to relieve some of the delicious pain he made you feel.

"do you like it?", you whispered back, clenching around him at the thought of him enjoying being marked, something he never quite did.

kyungsoo moaned, still holding both of your arms. he thrusted his hips up, meeting your actions as you rode him. you took the chance to kiss him, his lips so soft against your own. when he dropped your arms to wrap a hand around your neck, you quickly put yours on his neck again.

at the same time that kyungsoo squeezed your throat, you scratched his neck again, dragging your nails to his shoulder blades this time.

"fuck...", he groaned deeply. "you're such a brat."

"tell me you don't like it and then i'll stop..."

kyungsoo smirked at you, feeling your pulse under his fingertips. when he flipped you over the bed, you knew the night wasn't going to end so soon.

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justwritedreams · 2 years ago

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Hello

A headcanon of Kyungsoo realizing he has feelings for the reader

I'm enjoying that you're asking members that I haven't written yet CONTINUE!

KYUNGSOO REALIZING THAT HE HAS FEELINGS FOR YOU

Author: Maari

Warnings: minor errors probably because i wrote it in the break of work

So you and him have been friends for a long time

You have a lot in common

Enjoy having in-depth conversations on a variety of topics

You like to do the same things

And you are each other's excuse to get away from noisy and crowded places

And one day, you managed to escape from a club

How had you ended up there? Ask his extrovert friends

None of you wanted to go but it wasn't like you could say no

Thank you Chanyeol 🫡

So when you accepted his ride, you could finally breathe a sigh of relief as you got into the silent car

Both of your heads ached from the loud music

And you were so sleepy that you leaned against the car window even as he was driving

"I thought you couldn't get away from Baekhyun" he chuckled

And you, of course, laughed along, looking at him

He was so focused and so handsome

"I didn't remember he talked so much, I thought you were going to leave me there" you said and his laugh increased

"Don't think it didn't cross my mind"

And you were like 😲

Your plan had been simple:

The two would take a 5 minute break to go to the bathroom but actually you would run to the door and leave the place

But Baekhyun delayed you because he kept telling you how sad he was because his girlfriend had gone on a business trip

Although far away, you could see Kyungsoo's bored face in the middle of the crowd, waiting for you 🤣

But it wasn't like you were going to argue with him because

You would do the same lol

You just smiled and closed your eyes, too tired to talk

And he not only understood, he respected 🥺

And when he turned to face you real quick

Damn!

He never noticed before how you had a glow of your own

He frowned thinking it was some illusion in his head

Or that kind of intrusive thinking that no one has control

He dropped you off at home and you invited him in

And he was more worried about you because you had worked a lot during the week

And on Friday you looked like a zombie, you were so tired

So he accepted

He felt good in your house, it was quiet, it brought peace

You lay down on the couch and he helped you take off your shoes

As he already knew your house, he went to get a blanket so you wouldn't be cold during the night

And when he came back, you were already asleep

Sounds cliche, right?

But well, the time he put the cover on you

He couldn't help but push the hair that fell into your eyes

And it was only then, watching you sleep so serenely that he felt his heart warm

Anxiety in the stomach that wasn't bad at all

And an involuntary smile appeared on his face

And when he leaned in to kiss you

He was like oH 😳

He straightened up again but brought his hand to his mouth.

Not believing that he had almost done that because

Damn, was he in love with you?? Since when?

He was always very clear about what he felt, what he thought...

And he just now noticed that he likes you?

Poor baby left your house so confused he couldn't even remember where he had put his car keys 🤣🤣

But he wouldn't be the only one confused

Because good luck if you think he's going to leave things the way they were

Expect a very sincere confession 👀

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joshiji-darling · 5 months ago

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ㅤ𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 ⭑⚝

(수인의 연기경력)

synopsis: she start debuted in 2016 at the age of 21, under the cut is all of suin's roles and kdramas

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Descendants of the sun

(태양의 후예) → feb. 2016

─⚝ character name: Kim Miseul (김미슬)

─⚝ age when filming: 21 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Yang Taewoo (양태우)

─⚝ played by: Nam Joohyuk (남주혁)

─⚝ his age when filming: 22 y/o (1994)

Guardian: The lonely and great god

(쓸쓸하고 찬란 하 - 도개비) → Dec. 2016

─⚝ character name: Min Yeoreom (민여롬)

─⚝ age when filming: 21 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Lee Juyeol (이주열)

─⚝ played by: Doh Kyungsoo (도경수)

─⚝ age when filming: 23 y/o (1993)

storyline (go read this to find out what role/character they play in the kdrama!)

100 days My Prince

(백일의 낭군님) → Sept. 2018

─⚝ character name: Hong-Sim / Yoon Yi-Seo (홍심 / 윤이서)

─⚝ age when filming: 23 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Won-Deuk / Lee Yool (원득 / 이율)

─⚝ played by: Do Kyungsoo (도경수)

─⚝ age when filming: 25 y/o (1993)

Hotel Del Luna

(호텔델루나) → Jul. 2019

─⚝ character name: Jang Manwol (장만월)

─⚝ age when filming: 24 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Koo Chansung (구찬성)

─⚝ played by: Yeo Jingoo (여진구)

─⚝ age when filming: 22 y/o (1997)

Crash Landing on you

(사랑의 불시착) → Dec. 2019

─⚝ character name: Yoon Saeram (윤새람)

─⚝ age when filming: 24 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Park Juon (박주언)

─⚝ played by: Lee Dongwook (이동욱)

─⚝ age when filming: 38 y/o (1981)

Hi Bye, Mama

(하이바이, 마마) → Feb. 2020

─⚝ character name: Cha Yuri (차유리)

─⚝ age when filming: 25 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Jo Kanghwa (조강화)

─⚝ played by: Lee Soohyuk (이수혁)

─⚝ age when filming: 32 y/o (1988)

Hospital Playlist

(슬기로운 의��생활) → Mar. 2020

─⚝ character name: Park Geumjoo (박금주)

─⚝ age when filming: 25 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Song Minguk (송민국)

─⚝ played by: Cha Eunwoo (차은우)

─⚝ age when filming: 23 y/o (1997)

Mr Queen

(철인왕후) → Feb. 2021

─⚝ character name: Kim So-yong (김소용, Queen Cheorin (철린여왕)

─⚝ age when filming: 26 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Yi Won-beom (이원범, King Cheoljong (철종)

─⚝ played by: Do Kyungsoo (도경수)

─⚝ age when filming: 28 y/o (1993)

Extra- ordinary Attorney woo

(이사한 변호사 우영우) → Jun. 2022

─⚝ character name: Bae Yeseul (배예슬)

─⚝ age when filming: 27 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Jeon Taebin (전태빈)

─⚝ played by: Woo Dohwan (우도환)

─⚝ age when filming: 29 y/o (1992)

The Glory

(더글로리) → Dec. 2022

─⚝ character name: Moon Dongeun (문동은)

─⚝ age when filming: 27 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Joo Yeojeong (주여정)

─⚝ played by: Do Kyungsoo (도경수)

─⚝ age when filming: 29 y/o (1993)

Moving

(무빙) → Aug. 2023

─⚝ character name: Kang Gyu Ram (강규람)

─⚝ age when filming: 28 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Bae Doyoon (배도윤)

─⚝ played by: Ahn Hyoseop (안효셥)

─⚝ age when filming: 28 y/o (1995)

Lovely Runner

(선재 업고 튀어) → Apr. 2024

─⚝ character name: Im Sol (임솔)

─⚝ age when filming: 29 y/o

─⚝ love interest: Ryu Sunjae (류선재)

─⚝ played by: Do Kyungsoo (도경수)

─⚝ age when filming: 31 y/o (1993)

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prettywordsyouleft · 1 year ago

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Power Up

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x female reader

Genre: fluff/domestic au

Warnings: nothing, aside from being sickeningly adorable and making me wish for this

Word count: 964

Leaning against the living room threshold, Kyungsoo couldn’t help but grin to himself. It took all his effort to hold back the laughter bubbling under the surface, and he distracted himself by rubbing fondly at his chest.

His heart was squeezing with gratitude at the sight before him.

Kyungsoo didn’t even know where you had found the clothes you and your daughter were wearing. His idol days were behind him, and he had thought he had packed all the items he’d kept away long ago. Or, you had when you’d moved here to the farmhouse. Either way, he hadn’t seen these shirts with the number 12 and his name emblazoned over them in some time. The top on his five-year-old swamped her, barely letting her bare feet peek out from the hem, even with one side knotted up to take up some of the excess fabric. That wasn’t holding her back from shaking her booty from side to side as she screeched-sung into her hairbrush beside you.

It wasn’t his first time seeing you in his clothes. Heck, the first time you’d had sex was because he couldn’t hold back from undressing you in the hoodie he had given you fifteen minutes earlier to keep warm in. It was somewhat of a habit of yours now to pick up his clothes and put them on, yet the gut reaction was still the same, stirring the blood along his veins. If this moment wasn’t so damn adorable, he’d have interrupted it to take you off to any private place he could find and see if you had anything else underneath there.

Usually, there wasn’t a single other item under there, and he’d do best to forget about that tidbit right now before he got carried away.

“Mummy! Mummy!” his daughter screamed, still into the hairbrush as if it could project her voice further.

You flinched a little at her volume, though your smile remained in place. “What, sweetheart?”

“I want Power! I need more POWER!”

“You seem to have more than enough, don’t you think? Besides, Daddy sounds amazing in What U Do, and Mummy wants to keep listening to it.”

“But I want to hear Uncle Bacon turn the music up nah-nah-nah-nah!”

“Baekhyun,” you corrected mindlessly with a sigh. Turning your head to reach for the phone controlling the Bluetooth speakers, you noticed Kyungsoo standing there and brightened again. “Maybe you can get some power from Daddy?”

“Ugh! But he’s not here, Mama!”

“Isn’t he?” Kyungsoo finally spoke, and his little girl screeched, reminding him of the powerful set of lungs she inherited from him that she had used to belt her way into this world, and ever since. All but tripping over the shirt, she ran towards him and threw herself at his awaiting embrace, just as you swapped the song to her requested one.

It had been a long time since he got lost in Exo songs, but he energetically bounced through the dance with you singing at his side, the endless excited screams coming from his arms almost deafening him. Several more songs played whilst he danced with you both, and soon he had a five-year-old dancing on the couch whilst he held you close. It made him laugh when he noted how breathless he had gotten; exercise had never been a favourite thing of his, and he sure as hell hadn’t kept up with any idol fitness regime in years. Still keeping himself trim enough for the odd acting role he took on to break up the monotony of his semi-retirement, he couldn’t believe how fifteen minutes led to him sweating this much. Your skin was flushed just as much, your eyes showing the struggle of parenthood and having the energy to keep up with your daughter as you did daily. Yet you didn’t slow down, and nor did he, holding onto this moment as much as you both physically and mentally could.

Pockets of happiness like this weren’t hard to find, but he cherished every one he got, and soon he was kissing you without a care in the world, even with his daughter screeching like it was the funniest thing to see Mummy and Daddy kissing. She sure had been conditioned to open affection over the years – he had a lot to give.

Kissing you once more before really needing a breath, Kyungsoo laughed heartily before dropping onto the couch, pulling you down with him. He groaned when the final piece of his family jumped on you both, his arm blindly reaching out for her squirming body before covering her in kisses.

“Still looking elsewhere for power, my little squirt?”

Round eyes, the same shape as his with the colour of yours caught his before she shook her head dramatically from side to side. “You turned it up to max, Daddy!”

“Good. I think I gave all of my power to you, anyway.”

“All of it?” you murmured in his ear, running a hand down his torso enticingly. “That’s a shame. My mum will be here soon to pick her up for a sleepover tonight.”

He shifted his gaze from his daughter to yours, his lips curling up into another smile. “Oh, I think I can manage to refuel pretty soon.”

You laughed loudly, patting him on the belly before picking yourself up. “Come on baby girl, let’s get you ready for Grandma’s tonight. We’ve powered you up for her to deal with, huh?”

“Nan-nan has more power than both of you!” she remarked, ever the spoilt granddaughter that she was, and Kyungsoo’s smile grew lazy.

He’d just take a short moment to recoup his strength. There was no way he wouldn’t have the power to spend the night showing you just how happy this life made him.

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eomayas · 1 year ago

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swervin' • dks

pairing: streetracer!kyungsoo x f!reader, established relationship

synopsis: watching your boyfriend race turns you on more than it probably should

genre: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!! fluffy

warnings: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!! fingering, spanking, pwp, riding, doggy, praise, dirty talk, mild breeding kink, mild c*ck warming, pet names (pretty, pretty girl, baby, good girl), just super filthy tbh

your heart races from pure adrenaline of him driving over 100mph. of course there's a hint of fear, of kyungsoo potentially losing control of the car, but you trust him. you've sat in this seat multiple times to not be too worried, but still.

looking over at him, you see the concentration in his face; eyes nearly slits, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched. his hands grip the steering wheel tightly as he flies down the road, engine growling as he forces the pedal closer to the floor. you'd be lying if you said the sight didn't turn you on a bit. he always looked sexy, but something about him driving always sent you overboard. maybe its the veins popping out in his forearms.

you swallow and turn your attention back to the road and press your thighs together. kyungsoo swerves expertly around potholes, never losing too much momentum. the car he's racing is never too far ahead of him, but kyungsoo cant seem to get in front of it. you know he always drives a bit... safer when you're with him which is all of the time, having seen him drive back when you used to come to the races as an observer. he used to be a little more risky and reckless, getting dangerously close to the other car in order to get them to back off, but he's stopped ever since you started riding shotgun.

"got him," kyungsoo mutters when the other car starts to swerve. you can tell the exact moment when the other car slams on the breaks, because kyungsoo tells you to 'hold on' before whipping the car around his opponents and flooring it (if its even possible). you squeeze your eyes shut, hating the head rush you get from the sudden turn.

all of a sudden, you hear the horn, the one that signifies a winner, and your eyes fly open. the car starts to slow down and you glance over at kyungsoo who has that victorious smirk on his face, the one that you see often. "congrats, baby," you say, leaning over the middle console to place a kiss on his cheek, your lipstick staining his cheek. kyungsoo rounds the corner, his car coming to a stop and puts it in park before turning to face you.

he puts a hand on the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss that has your heart dancing around in your chest. he slips his tongue in your mouth with ease, his fingers lightly digging into the hair at the back of your head. you melt into him, your hands on his shoulders sliding up into his hair. you let out a small gasp when he gently bites your bottom lip, and you pull back to look at him.

kyungsoo wears a lopsided grin on his face and you put a hand on the side of his face. "i'm proud of you," you say.

"thank you, pretty."

you flush at his words, a shy smile on your face. "you should go celebrate, claim your prize," except he's looking at you like you're the prize, and its making the heat grow between your legs. "cut it out." you mumble, sitting back in your chair and biting back a smile. kyungsoo only snorts and starts his car, driving slowly back to the meet.

his plants his right hand on your upper thigh, gently squeezing your flesh. it’s nothing new—albeit higher than he typically rests his hand due to your tiny skirt—but you’re already hot and bothered so it sends a jolt straight to your core. you have a suspicion that he knows exactly what’s going through your brain because he lets out a small snort and kneads his fingers into your skin with a little more force.

he drives at what feels like a snail pace, and you try not to lose your mind in the front seat. you desperately want to shove his hand up your skirt but hold yourself back.

finally, he pulls up to the meet, and you hear the cheers before either of you open a door. kyungsoo isn't somebody who craves attention or looks for it, but when it comes to racing it is different. there is an air of pride (and a hint of cockiness) after a win. he appreciates the support he gets at these meets, and you like watching his attitude change.

you two step out of his car, and immediately he is swarmed by his friends, one of whom he just beat in the race. "fuck you, man," sehun says, but he gives kyungsoo a congratulatory pat on the back. "i almost won, too."

"but i was faster."

you smile at kyungsoo's quip and gently squeeze his arm, getting his attention to tell him that you are going to go talk to some of the girls that come to the meets. kyungsoo kisses you before you go, and its a little too intimate for an audience. but the look he gives you afterwards is worth it, your pulse shifting down to live in your core. his friends snicker at his public display of affection, but he doesn't make a move to shut them up like usual, no, he's too busy watching your hips swing as you walk away.

greeting the other girls, you give them all hugs and lean against the hood of the car they're standing at. "kyungsoo is fucking good," nina, one of the girls compliments. you smile and nod, looking over to where your boyfriend stands only a few feet away. "i totally thought sehun was gonna win, though. how many weekends in a row is it so far?"

"five," you reply, pride swelling in your chest. he wins often, but he's had a pretty good streak going; everybody is trying to beat him—even his own friends. "he really is good."

"and you look so cute riding shotgun," your other friend, jessica, adds. you jokingly flip your hair and the three of you laugh. kyungsoo glances behind him when he hears his favorite sound, and smiles at you. his eyes slide down your body, his bottom lip going in between his teeth. kyungsoo slides his eyes down your legs that look like they never end in your tiny skirt and platform sandals.

kyungsoo gives you a knowing look before he turns back to his conversation with his friends, his mind everywhere else but in the conversation. he doesn't even know he's been able to concentrate today, let alone win a race with you sitting beside him looking like you do.

you sneak another glance at your boyfriend and decide you've had enough, excusing yourself from you friends and marching over to your boyfriend. "soo," you say, putting your hand on his arm. he looks at you and snakes his arm around your waist, taking one look in your eyes and knowing that he can't stand out here for another second.

"i'll see you guys later," kyungsoo says, whisking you away back to his car. you shout a goodbye over your shoulder and scramble into the front seat.

he's taking off seconds after you click on your seatbelt, the tension in the car heavy and thick. kyungsoo's hand is back on your leg, this time underneath your skirt but not quite where you need him to be. you unsubtly shift your leg so his hand moves, and he chuckles at you weak attempt to get him to touch you. "need me that bad, pretty girl?"

"always," you breathe, biting your bottom lip when he runs two fingers over your clothed core. the pads of his fingers are already damp from your panties, and it makes his head fuzzy just thinking about what you must be like underneath it all. "cmon, soo." you whine, bunching up your skirt impatiently.

"hold on, baby," he says. but he indulges in you anyway and pushes your panties to the side to insert two fingers into you. you spread your legs wider and sigh out a tiny whimper as he pumps his fingers in and out of you while he drives. you grip tightly onto the car door, your head thrown back against the headrest.

kyungsoo pulls off into a deserted alley shutting off the engine and giving you his full attention. his windows are illegally tinted, so if anybody were to walk by they wouldn’t know what was going on.

you squeeze one of your breasts in your hand, gasping out a sigh at the sensitivity of your nipples paired with kyungsoos ministrations. “soo, i need you,” you whine, fingers not quite doing it for you. “want you inside.” you pant, looking at him through your lashes.

kyungsoo curls his fingers inside of you and you groan, dropping your head forwards and mumbling out a curse. "if you're good and cum on my fingers first, i'll fuck you however you want," kyungsoo says, and the timbre of his voice makes you clench around his fingers. "can you be a good girl for me? hmm?"

"f-fuck, kyungsoo," you whimper, letting out a whiny moan when he rubs his thumb over your clit. you squeeze your breast in your hand before slipping it underneath your shirt to pinch your braless nipples.

"i know you can be good, baby. keep touching yourself, pretty girl," he grunts, his dick twitching in his pants at the sight of you. you bite your bottom lip and pant as he slips another finger into you, your hole stretching to accommodate his thick fingers. "thats it, baby. you're being so good for me—just a little bit more." he pants, his jeans getting tighter by the second. he slips in a fourth finger and you let out a moan that goes straight to his crotch. with your free hand you rub at your clit and clench around kyungsoo's fingers, tension building at the pit of your stomach. "cmon, baby. you're my good girl, right?"

"y-yes! shit!"

your pussy flutters as you release all onto his fingers, your arousal gushing out onto your thighs. he keeps pumping his fingers into you, telling you that you're a good girl and that he knew you could do it. "always so good for me," he grumbles, finally pulling his sopping fingers out of you. the wind up in his mouth seconds later, and you let out a whimper as you watch him. "c'mere." kyungsoo grabs you by the jaw and pulls your lips to his, slipping his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste yourself.

kyungsoo slides his hand down to rest on your throat and you wrap your hand around his to apply pressure. he pulls back and looks at you with pure lust, and your core grows its own heartbeat. "get in the back," he says, slightly out of breath. you dont have to be told twice, crawling over the console into the backseat. he follows after you, quickly pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees. his dick lies against his stomach, and your mouth waters, not sure if you want him inside your pussy, or in your mouth more. "are you gonna stare at it, or show me how proud of me you are?" he says, snapping you out of your trance. you blush in embarrassment and he smirks, yanking you down onto his lap when you take too long.

pushing your skirt up higher and pulling your underwear out of the way, you sink down onto kyungsoo. he lets out a groan at the way you suck him in, his fingers digging into your skin harshly. “oh, soo,” you cry, capturing his lips in a messy kiss. kyungsoo lovingly rubs his hand over your ass before delivering a slap that makes you moan against his mouth.

you bounce yourself up and down on him, nearly pulling him all the way out before slamming back down. you feel so full every time you drop down onto him, the wind getting knocked out of your lungs as his tip prods at your cervix. “shit, pretty,” he grunts, shoving your shirt up and attaching his mouth around one of your nipples. your bury a hand in his hair and moan out his name, leaning back and rolling your hips.

a shiver runs up your spine when his teeth graze the sensitive bud and he looks up at you in a way that makes your mouth drop open and your pussy clench around him in a vice grip. “g-gonna c-cum,” you whimper, grinding down on him feverishly.

kyungsoo swirls his tongue around your nipple, sucking on it and pulling back to do the same to the other side. he gropes a handful of your ass in one hand while the other rubs on your sensitive clit. “you gonna cum again for me? be a good girl for me, baby,” he sighs, holding onto your hips. kyungsoo relishes in watching you fall apart for the second time, on top of him. pride swells in his chest at the way you throw your head back and scream his name, tugging at his hair.

he has to refrain from cumming too, not ready to be done with you yet. “i love you, baby,” he says, putting a hand on the back of your neck and putting his lips on yours. you hold onto his shoulders for support and press your chest against his. the feeling of his shirt on your sensitive nipples makes shudder and you pull back.

“i love you too,” you say, placing a hand on his cheek. you slide it down to his clothed chest and down his stomach before sliding both up his shirt. “i wanna feel you.” you say.

kyungsoo let’s you undress him further, and leans back against the seats as you kiss at his neck and chest, sucking a hickey onto the side of his neck. his breathing is labored and you like him panting in your ear. “thank you can give me one more?” he asks, dragging his fingertips up your spine.

you nod and pull yourself off of him, gasping when you feel the mess between your thighs. kyungsoo stares at your core, nothing but unholy thoughts swimming in his head. “turn around,” he says, helping your maneuver in the compact space. kyungsoo pushes you down on the center console and yanks your underwear down your legs. “let me know if you need me to stop, okay?” he says, placing a kiss on your lower back.

“hurry, soo,” you whine, poking your ass out. he chuckles and grips your hip in one hand and uses the other to line himself up with his entrance.

you sigh when the tip slips inside. kyungsoo holds onto your hips and slides into you slowly, savoring the feeling of you stretching to his size while trying to squeeze around him.

kyungsoo bottoms out and stays still. you take deep breaths to relax yourself before sitting up and looking over your shoulder at him. “soo? can you fuck me, please?”

“shit, sorry. your pussy is just perfect,” he grunts before pulling out and slamming into you, driving his dick into you like he intends to make it hurt. of course, it hurts so good, your mind going blank every time he rams into you. “gonna fuck you til you can’t walk.” he says, and you hope it’s a promise.

it’s hard to think about anything other than how full and good you feel. you cry out his name like it’s the one and only word you know, like it’s the question, answer, and reason for your very existence.

“oh my god!” you cry, gripping onto the seats tightly. you clench around him and know that you’re about to come again. your legs burn and feel like jelly.

“h-hold it for me,” he stutters, wanting to come with you. you pant as he keeps fucking you like he has a 10 day supply of energy and stamina. “fuck.” he moans lowly, making you whine and pulse around him.

his release is close; feels it in the pit of his stomach. he almost wants to drag it out and edge you for who know how long, but the way you’re squeezing his dick is making it hard for kyungsoo to really stick to that plan. “k-kyungsoo! i-“ you choke out a broken sob of his name and convulse around him, shaking as you come for the third time.

your vision blurs and goes spotty before you fall lip against the console. kyungsoo chokes out your name and comes inside of you, his chest heaving up and down.

though he’s still inside of you, you can feel the mix of both of your come dripping down your leg. the messy sight, it makes kyungsoos chest swell. he doesn’t like watching it slip out of you, doesn’t want to pull out and watch all of it go to waste. he wants to keep you stuffed full of him.

“soo,” you say weakly, a mild warning in your voice. he bites his lip as he starts to pull out before gently pushing back into you and making you let out a squeak. “soo, wait.” you beg, trying to lift up.

at that, kyungsoo slides out of you and groans at the loss of warmth and tightness, running his fingers up your messy folds and spreading it around. you peel yourself off of the console and your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him.

kyungsoo kisses your neck softly and wraps his arms tight around you. “i love you,” he mumbles into your skin. you shift and put an arm around his shoulder, resting your head atop his.

“i love you most.”

and the two of you sit like that in the backseat, mess be damned.

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