#Sunwoo smut
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↳ Revenge tastes so sweet.
kim sunwoo x fem!reader (side lee juyeon x reader) — idol!sunwoo, fan/trainee!reader. forced proximity, forbidden love, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, idolverse-typical themes regarding; dating, image, public perception, etc. happy ending, plot-heavy!! reader thinks she's nonchalant about it but she rly isn't. smut. [4,8k wc ongoing] cws: heavy themes of wanting-but-can't-having, mild jealousy, explicit sexual content, a little alcohol consumption, dancing on the edge of career suicide, poor decision making because of The Wanting.
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"So, that's what this is," he says, "Payback."
Whatever this is, you're not dressed for it. Maybe you have preconceived notions of what a scenario such as this one might entail, maybe your idea of what a situation such as this one might actually look like in reality is entirely off base; or maybe it's the nagging feeling inside of your stomach that really, you shouldn't be here, at all.
Little effort had been made upon your exit from the dorm. You did not hide the fact that you were leaving, neither did you care for the fact that Miyoung and Kaia would know. It's a dangerous game to throw all caution to the wind; to disappear into the night, crawl into the back of an unmarked vehicle sent by someone else and drive off to a place that you don't even particularly know. The building you're inside now is a large one that offers numerous different places for passersby to enjoy, and at the very least, you figure that this particular spot is the one least traveled by people looking for a good time.
The van had pulled inside of the building—private parking. Private entry for people who cannot take a risk of being spotted. The chain of events leading up to the affair make one thing you had always known all the more clear: Juyeon is no novice in matters such as this one.
MVNE's popularity is a sort of intangible thing to you, something that you don't quite understand the weight of, and so you wonder how far out you are from the ability to engage in escapades such as these. Have you already passed that point? Are you already too recognizable to be taking risks such as these? You don't know the answer to those questions, but more than anything else right now; you don't care.
You owe the girls and the guys on the other side of this at least the minimum amount of effort and respect to remain lowkey in your treacherous endeavors, but beyond that? You wouldn't mind if this whole thing burned to the ground right before your eyes.
Confirmation from the company be damned, Sunwoo has not messaged you since the story broke. As far as you're concerned, that's all the confirmation you need.
The hotel room isn't fancy but it's above standard quality. It doesn't need to be, all things considered, because you probably won't be here long. It's clean and unscented—unnervingly so—making you feel as though you are trapped in the liminal space between somewhere previously untraveled and nowhere, at all.
You finish your drink and wince as you swallow it down. Looking at the bed from the table where you are sitting, it seems so inviting. Perhaps it would be nice to spend the evening here and then shuffle off to where you are supposed to be early in the morning. Enough people know that you are not where you are meant to be right now, what difference would it make returning later in the evening?
The inevitable knock on the room door comes, you can hear the keycard being pressed into the slot and the loud click that follows as the lock unclasps. Everything feels as though it is in slow motion when the door cracks open and your companion for the evening slides inside.
With chilled air outside, Juyeon's long, black coat is apt. He wears a mask covering half of his face and a hat atop his head though you cannot fathom that stares do not accompany him regardless of these things.
Though the door has long since shut behind him, Juyeon lingers in the entryway as if a barrier stands between himself and this place. You watch him tug the mask away and pull the hat off, his hair a mess of black strands with styling products still clinging to them. His coat remains on though, and rather than motioning to begin its removal, he stands in place and leans his shoulder against the wall with arms crossed over his chest.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.
The question is remarkably strange to you, and with that fact evident on your face you reply, "What do you mean?"
"We both know exactly why I'm here."
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Juyeon hums as he mulls over the question for a moment, but before he has a chance to respond you double down and continue the thought. "Are you worried about how it might look if it were to get out?"
"Public perception is not a concern, because this is solely between you and I," Juyeon reasons. "My being here at all is skirting the line of 'morally reprehensible' a little too closely for my liking." He pauses for a moment to think, but then goes on to say, "But I think you're a smart woman with a good head on your shoulders, and I also think your feelings are hurt and you're lashing out because of it. Suppose I'm here in an effort to make sense of that."
"What's there to make sense of?" Your eyes pull away from him, staring down at the empty glass still clasped in your hand. "You've seen it. Everyone has seen it. If there's anything that doesn't make sense it's…" You stop, shake your head and change the trajectory of the topic slightly. Looking at Juyeon again, you ask, "Did you know? Did anyone else know?"
"No, none of us knew."
"Then I guess I can at least take solace in the fact that we all found out the same way."
"So, that's what this is," he says, "Payback."
"And what if it is? You didn't have to come, you seem to have known precisely what I intended for our meeting when I called you, but you're apprehensive now that you've arrived."
Juyeon huffs out a laugh from under his breath. "Anyone not apprehensive in this situation is no one you should be here with, I can tell you that much. They certainly wouldn't be someone with your best interest in mind. Look…"
You watch as he begins to slowly shrug off his coat, broad shoulders beneath a smooth, immaculately fitted black button down shirt. He has just come from a photoshoot and the aftermath of it still clings to him in minute, easily overlooked ways. Dark shadows that elongate his sharp eyes, and a barely remaining tint to his lips that might suggest them having been freshly bitten by another.
"I'm fine with being your revenge-fuck, but you need to be sure about it. Because you're the one that's going to have to deliver the news to him, and that day will come."
Those words send a chill across your skin. "And why would I need to tell him anything about it?"
He takes a few steps forward to cross the room and makes his way towards you. Upon his arrival, Juyeon does not extend a hand to touch you, does not move to urge this event along. Instead, he stands ahead of you and looks down as if affording you the time to recognize that all of this is very real, and should you decide to go forward with it, impossible to ever undo.
There is gravity in all of this, and Juyeon is sure to make you aware of that fact.
"This could all be temporary," he says, "But this? Right here, right now? This is very much permanent."
The weight of that sinks your heart inside of your chest. You swallow hard, shrug slightly and then say, "There's pictures. The company didn't even deny it. So, why shouldn't we?"
"He's going to find out about it. He's going to know. I just need you to make peace with that and not make a decision based on what you think you can get away with. You can't play both sides. This isn't a situation where we're dealing with the public." Juyeon's eyes are intense as he stares down at you, a look that makes you nearly tremble in your seat. "Sunwoo is my bandmate, he's my friend. He's also crazy about you, and I can't make sense of the way all of this fits together either, but those are things I do know for a fact."
With your eyes locked onto Juyeon's, you inhale slowly and deeply and then say: "I know them, too."
Leaning down, Juyeon's hands each find an arm of the chair you are seated in, effectively boxing you inside of it. His face inches closer to yours—something you have experienced once before—only this time, you are fully willing to let the cards fall where they may once his lips finally find yours.
The scent emanating off of him is light, yet intoxicating. Juyeon kisses you gently, tentatively; not at all like his appearance on stage might suggest him to be. There is still apprehension lingering in his motions, awaiting the moment where you might eventually come to your senses and decide not to go through with this. However, the more of him you taste, the further from your mind the possibility of this falls.
You reach up, curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and pulling him further down against your mouth.
Finally, you begin to feel some of the tension in his form melt away.
Once chaste kisses quickly transform into needing, wanting open mouth desire to taste and consume. You pull him towards you even more despite the way his body is bowed and his inability to be felt against you as a result of that, and having grown tired of this, Juyeon's frustration seems to hit a breaking point as he shifts away, brings you up to stand and swiftly works to rid your body of the sweatshirt hanging against it.
With your head spinning, you want nothing more to taste more of him, feel more of him beneath your fingertips; but before you have a chance to make a move to do so, Juyeon is pressing your back into the mattress and slipping himself between your thighs.
Your mouths connect again and this time, the urgency is white hot atop his tongue.
A soft hand smooths over the flesh of your side, though he does not immediately search for the front of your chest. Juyeon's evident desire for you is dizzying; gasping for air between unrelenting kisses and the firm press of his hips at the aching point between your legs. His lips eventually leave your own, smoothing down your jaw and making their slow journey with teeth accompanying to the sensitive skin of your neck. No other thoughts exist in your mind now beyond the hedonistic desire of where this all may lead; your flesh hot and damp with a light sheen of sweat, heart racing, and the aching throb of need pooling at your core.
Where his mouth meets your neck, hot breath wafts over it soon after. You could stay like this—do nothing more than this—all night and be perfectly content.
But you do want more.
Juyeon pulls off of you and kneels between your legs to begin pulling the buttons of his shirt apart. You watch as he does; each one falling away and more skin becoming no longer hidden underneath. He shrugs the fabric away from his shoulders, easily pulls his lithe but toned arms from the sleeves and discards it somewhere on the floor beside the bed as if it is representative of something else, entirely. This thought comes to mind but you discard it just as swiftly in favor of the fact that his hands have now begun to find their work at his belt.
With the leather binding stripped just as quickly, he leans down towards you again and slips his hands behind your back. You aid in his endeavor, leaning up and once again finding his lips with your own.
Now that you can feel him, you waste no time in doing so. Juyeon rids your torso of the only remaining garment keeping the flesh of your bodies apart and the two of you fall against the bed all over again with hands desperately feeling for every dip of muscle and supple, plush offering that they can find. One hand slips down between the two of your bodies, Juyeon's last ditch effort at unfastening the button to his slacks before they are to be removed entirely in the future, and though you anticipate the warmth of his touch after the fact to once again find its way to your chest, rather than doing so, you feel his fingertips breech the top of your leggings; sliding down slowly past the elastic band and curving down to dip where you most need them.
His touch coaxes out a gasp from you, which he easily tastes off of your tongue.
Back arching and chest pressed against his, you melt into the feeling of thick, long fingers dragging slow, firm circles against you.
"Good?"Juyeon asks, whispering the question against your nipped lips.
But the answer of yes is barely comprehensible, and most of it dies in your throat.
"Good," he says again. Shifting himself from between your legs ever so slightly, his face drops from yours and instead he begins to kiss down the front of your chest to make for different use of his sinister tongue. Juyeon looks up at you as his lips clasp around the waiting bug, tongue swirling over it in ways that make your toes curl only to then break away and say, "You're so wet. I want to fuck you, but I need to taste you."
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you all but melt into the mattress beneath you as he goes back to working you from top to bottom.
Slipping down further against you, Juyeon slips his hand out from your pants and makes easy work of pulling the displeasing fabric from your legs. His eyes are dark with desire as he looks at you, regaining his position between your thighs but much further down than before. A single finger slips up the seam of your folds, you sigh into the teasing feeling of it, and then Juyeon wastes no more time; hot, wet tongue following the very same path his finger only just did.
The once free hand finds work in different ways, a finger slipping inside and gently prying you open for him. For the first time and unexpected even to you, a moan escapes from your lips; unable to be fought away any longer.
And Juyeon knows what he's doing—has certainly done this many times before. Every movement he makes into or against you is expertly crafted and delivered with intent to unravel you before him. Your back arches, body writhing beneath him as he undoes you thread by thread. Sliding a hand down, your fingers tangle into the hair that sits atop his head as if waiting to be touched, and worst of all, Juyeon groans into the feeling of your nails gently digging into his scalp.
His fingers sink deeper inside of you, his tongue firmer at the place that has you whining and gasping for more. Your muscles tighten in your thighs and abdomen, warm with the feeling of a mounting release.
You gasp out, desperate to speak but the words get lost in the dryness of your throat. The grip in his hair tightens, inadvertently so. You don't intend to cause discomfort, but when Juyeon groans even louder as you do, the realization of the fact is far too much for your weary body to overcome. Your hips grind against his mouth as your body is wracked by release; jaw clenched tight and head pressed back into the pillow below.
By the time your awareness finds you once more, Juyeon is already making his way back up the length of your body and lining the path with light presses of his lips along the way. He does not immediately go to kiss you—as if unsure of your willingness to do so—and thus you take it upon yourself to arch up and find his mouth once more.
"Need a minute?" he asks in a broken whisper, but you shake your head and make it clear that you intend to do no such thing.
Juyeon smiles devilishly against you, and after stealing another kiss, he pulls himself away from you and begins the final removal of the last remaining pieces of clothing that still cling to him.
Once removed, he digs into one of the pockets… and then this all becomes so very real.
You think about his words from earlier all over again: 'This is very much permanent.'
And incredibly attuned as he is, Juyeon's gentle hand finds the inside of your thigh. It is not a touch meant to entice, but rather, to soothe.
"We don't have to do this," he says. "This is something, but it's not everything. We both know that, it doesn't have to go further."
"I know, but I want it to."
Without pressing the issue further, Juyeon busies himself with readying for this. You are thankful for his emotional aptitude and his willingness to trust you and believe that the words you say to him really and truly mean what you're feeling. He does not push, he does not pry; he asks you the question and then takes your answer for precisely what it is.
Craning over you again, Juyeon kisses you and then whispers against your lips, "Tell me what you need from me, I want to feel you come around me."
His hand slips between your bodies, reaching down and carefully pressing himself inside. Once the initial push is made, the very same hand reaches up to cradle your head and the other grips your thigh to hold you open for taking him.
With a sly smirk pulling at his lips, Juyeon appears perfectly happy to drink down the gasp that escapes you as he inches deep inside.
Giving you time to settle into the feeling, he remains still inside of you for a few moments, instead focusing on tasting the way your wetness still lingers on your lips.
You're drunk on wanting him, hips subtly grinding against where you meet in an effort to find the friction you so desperately seek. Juyeon is happy to accommodate the desire, and takes it as his opportunity to slowly, shallowly make his drives.
Hands smoothing down his chest, you revel in the dips and curves of the muscle there. Once he finds rhythm in his motions, your hands wrap around to his back and shoulders; fingernails digging deeper and harder as each stroke becomes faster, harder and more intentional against you.
When it all culminates just right, you clutch his flesh and laboriously moan his name.
Juyeon's eyes find yours, glazed over with lust; makeup that has begun to warp and smudge still clinging to his eyelids and lips that are far redder than his first meeting you here. Captivating and beautiful. His mouth sits slightly parted as he focuses on the task at hand, and more than anything else you know that the task is you.
The excitement of a first time paired with the devilish inclinations that neither of you should be here—a surefire way to have this all quickly coming to an end.
You moan. "Harder," you plead, though it's quiet and bitten back. Juyeon takes the direction well, gives you exactly what you've asked for, and just as quickly the tact you've once had melts away in favor of desperation and unrelenting requests for more.
Then, Juyeon's face presses down and with his lips against your ear he says, "I want to have you on your knees."
Arousal immediately washes through you and pools in your gut. The shift is fast—your head spins as you're easily flipped onto your stomach and large, strong hands grip your hips and yank them upwards. Once in position, his palm smooths down the center of your back as he carefully fits himself back inside; bigger, thicker, harder than before. Juyeon is gentle and mindful with the repositioning, but it is merely seconds before you're pushing back against him and so, he happily takes the hint with longer, fuller drives once again.
However, now your hopeful composure is nothing in comparison to the way he feels inside of you. You whimper and moan unabashedly with every purposeful drive, hands clutching the bed sheets beneath your body. It's overpowering; his hands gripped tightly at your waist, your hips, sometimes leaning forward to grip at your shoulder for even more leverage than before. Juyeon pants lightly as he fucks you, the occasional hint of a groan rippling in his chest as he sinks inside. You twist to change the position of your face as it remains pressed against the pillow, but what finds you upon doing so comes to be your ultimate undoing.
Staring back at you is yourself, the reflection of a mirror you'd not noticed before standing tall on the wall and perfectly offering vision of every movement that either of you make. You're able to see the veins in Juyeon's arms shift beneath his slightly tanned flesh and protruding on account of the strenuous physical work. His eyes remain fixed on the place where he stretches you open to accommodate his size, now easily taking all that he has to offer. Black hair sits wet and pressed against his forehead, his fingers carve indents into your flesh as he holds you in place; Juyeon is kind, but there is nothing gentle about the way that he takes you now. His drives against you are hard and fast, chasing release for the both of you, the sound of his hips finding your skin reverberating throughout the otherwise empty hotel room.
You feel yourself tightening around him, and a groan from him follows as a result. You can't stop watching, you're drunk with the sight, sound and feeling of him. You're so close, nearly painfully so. Desperately begging for something that you know is soon to come.
"Good?" he asks again, voice broken off and barely audible. The growl residing within the tone travels down your spine and settles right between your legs.
"I'm gonna come," you say. And you sound utterly pathetic as you do so.
"Take that as a yes then."
The following drives are even more purposeful than before, seconds that feel like a lifetime of steady strokes inside of you until you are whimpering and writhing beneath him with no actual words to offer as a response. In mere moments you're coming undone around him just as he had hoped for, incomprehensible nonsense falling from your parted lips as he shows no signs of slowing in chase of his own release.
Juyeon's hands grip around your waist, repeatedly pulling you along himself until his jaw tightens, a visceral, animalistic groan gritted out between firmly clenched teeth until finally his mouth falls slightly slack, he offers one, final hard press of himself as deeply inside of you as he can manage and he spills into the unfortunate barrier that must exist between the two of you.
As the moments following begin to settle and your heart begins to find a more normal pace, you hear Juyeon huff out a heavy sigh from behind you, slowly pry the try of you apart, and then unceremoniously lobs himself to lie on the bed beside you. His eyes are closed, chest heaving in the aftermath of his rather impressive work, and surprising even to you; you smile.
"Good?" you ask, cheeky.
He cracks a single eye open to look at you and says, "Yeah, good."
"Is it going to be weird now?"
A little late to broach the subject, you realize. Better late than never, you suppose.
"It doesn't have to be," Juyeon says, breaths still laborious as he makes an effort to engage despite it. "Was it weird with Sunwoo?"
"That's different."
"Is it, though?" Turning himself on his side, Juyeon faces you fully with messy hair and even messier black smudges circling his eyes. He says, "It's different because if Sunwoo weren't in the picture, then maybe this might have a shot at being more than what it is." A smile curls into his lips in spite of your heart beginning to sink. "But your heart isn't in it, and that's okay. You're not hurting my feelings. If it was going to be weird, I'd be the one making it that way, and I have no intention of doing so. We both knew exactly what this was when you made that call."
His eyes narrow mischievously and then he adds: "Really glad I'm the one that got the call, actually."
You swat at his shoulder. "Shut up, don't make me regret this."
"I'm not the one that's at risk of doing that," Juyeon says through a sigh, "You are going to have to tell him. Eventually."
"Why? Are you going to tell him if I don't?"
Juyeon appears as though he flips the question over in his mind a few times before he makes any motion to answer it. All things considered, you couldn't exactly blame him for landing on the side that you would be far less pleased with.
"No, I think it's far more appropriate if you do," he says. "You seem to believe that there's a version of this story where he never has to find out, but I assure you that's just not going to be the case. I know you don't see it now, but I'm fairly confident there's a future where you're going to feel compelled to do so."
Staring at him, you allow a few moments of silence to buffer and then you say, "You think we're going to make up."
"That's what your heart's in, isn't it?" Juyeon shrugs then inches a bit closer to your body, a hand timidly smoothing over the flesh of your thigh. "This was fun—wouldn't mind fitting another one in for the road—but once we leave here we both know this is never going to happen again."
Glaring, you shift away despite not entirely hating the idea.
"Both groups have to go overseas in a week, talk about an exciting secret getaway."
"The damage has been done," Juyeon says, reaching up to gently push stray strands of hair away from your eyes. "There's really no need to double and triple down. Don't call me when we're abroad… Call Sunwoo."
"And if I don't?" you reply, petulant.
Juyeon rolls his eyes, sighs again and simply says, "You will. For some reason, you're the only one who doesn't seem to know that yet."
Dragging himself out of bed, Juyeon hauls himself off to the bathroom to clean up and as he strides past you, you can't help but think that he wears the afterglow of sex exceptionally well. His skin seems to shimmer with a glow that hadn't quite been there before, and upon this realization you cannot help but wonder how it is that you look right about now. Not particularly well, you figure. In more ways than one, at that.
You wonder how Sunwoo looks with the very same afterglow. You wonder where he is, and if he is wearing it right about now.
There's a lump that forms in your throat at the thought, in spite of everything that has just transpired. You don't know if that's fair—the way that thinking about it makes you feel. Playing tit-for-tat games that have no clear victor crowned at the end. Have you won? Is the victory yours? And why, above all else, does it not taste so sweet?
The inhale that follows is sharp and unsteady. Juyeon can be heard in the bathroom with the faucet on, but not much else making his movements known.
"Do you think he'll be mad?" you say, hopefully loud enough to be heard over the running water. Unsure if you have the strength to dare utter the question again.
But he does hear, and his head pops around the corner without bothering to shut the faucet off. His hair is wetter now, pressed away from his forehead and a few droplets still clinging to his skin. The look on his face is one that you can't quite decipher; some mixture of emotions that don't quite equate to pity, but rather something more akin to compassion.
"I don't think he's going to be mad," Juyeon says, and it's evident through his delivery of the words that he is choosing them with immense care. His lips thin into a line, one corner dipping downward ever so slightly and he says, "If he's going to be mad at anyone, really, it's only going to be at himself."
And maybe that's worse, you think in response.
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joking about his dick being small truly wasn’t a great idea during a party with friends. the laughs and “oohs” at your comment were his last straw. sure, your “joke” was enough to rile him up but to put him to shame in front of your friends? in front of his friends? hun, he’s not gonna let it pass.
he had stayed silent for the next hour. was he mad? upset? embarassed? you didn’t know whether to apologize or just play along with it because, to you, it was just a mere fucking joke. he should’ve taken it lightly because once again, it was just a joke. hell, you didn’t even care about his size! it’s not like you’re gonna fuck him anyway. you guys are friends after all!
“would you like me to prove you wrong?”
you had just exited the bathroom when he spoke. you didn’t notice he had followed you. you weren’t expecting it either. “jeez! lighten up, will you? everyone has already forgotten about it. didn't know you were this... i don't know... fragile? to not take a joke.” you didn’t know where your guts were coming from. the man in front of you was literally looking you dead in the eye and yet you were practically telling him to just forget about it?
“why don't you just help me sort out my growing problem? since i’m so fragile.” ignoring his mocking tone, your eyes swept down to his crotch. fuck, it really was growing. “yeah? let's see if you can still run it when i put all of me in that fucking mouth.”
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© vyutg, 2024.
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here | the boyz kim sunwoo
“Oh my God,” you mutter at the wind grazing against your back.
pairing » the boyz kim sunwoo x fem!reader
trope/au » friends with benefits au!, non-established relationship au!, non-idol au!, implied college/university au!
genre » 18+ ONLY; MDNI PLEASE! 🔞 fluff...? (some of sunwoo's gestures for you can be seen in that way), ...sunwoo is kinda in love to be honest
word count; estimated reading time » 2540; ~10 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » public sex (hotel balcony) and mentions of past public sex, dom!sunwoo, sub!reader, dirty talk and praising (sunwoo to reader), orgasm denial (sunwoo to reader), multiple rounds (two written, allusions to more), kissing and marking (both), pet names (baby girl, baby boy, slut, brat), sunwoo calling reader pretty and beautiful, sunwoo implied to be physically bigger and taller, sunwoo carries the reader, rough sex, swearing, begging (reader to sunwoo), nudity (both), fingering (sunwoo to reader), boob play (sunwoo to reader), sunwoo holds reader's wrists down at the end, mentions of masturbation (sunwoo about reader), creampie
navi/masterlist!! 🤍
thank you for hyping and helping me with this one @hursheys @mosviqu 😭
The moment the electric lock flashed green on the booked hotel room, clothes were flung and skin to skin were made before skin to fresh fabric. Kim Sunwoo smirks at your neediness for him, the way his finger smoothly glides along your folds confirming the fact even more. As always, he always knows how to rile you up, especially with the amount of orgasms he's taken away from you in the past hour.
"Stay still," a husky groan behind you reminded, "pretty little girl."
You whimpered at the pet name, your back arching, palm full of the sheets and chest fluttering at the wet kisses trailing down your spine. Sunwoo’s arm that was around your waist pulled you up to sit against the broad of his chest. His heating skin only intensifies the need around your body, your thighs shaking at the rubbing around your clit. Now practically sitting on his hard length, the new position was able to brush a deep place that had never been touched. The slightest movement occurred from his hip and the boy smirks at how you rest your head against his shoulder.
"That's it, baby girl," licking the side of your neck. His teeth nibble on your skin, the same teasing way he flicks and ghosts over your defined nipples and kneads your boobs in his hands. "Louder," he presses on as he grows harder inside of you.
"S-Sunwoo-" Your words were taken out, replaced by the heaving of breaths and moans filling the hotel room. "Let me ride you. I need you so bad.” The idea is cunning to him and he couldn't help but hiss at the mental image of being able to fully see the way you would take him, eyes locked to his as you only increase the pleasure for you both.
"What's the magic word?"
"Please, pretty boy. Let me ride y-"
Turns out Sunwoo is more impatient than you are and you feel the way his length hardens more inside your gummy loosening walls, stretching and knocking on the very first stages of your orgasm. Sunwoo flips to change his position, laying gracefully over the bed with you hovering above him, but unfortunately for you, the slight moment when he needs to pull out to get into position makes you frown.
He chuckles, "Don't be so disappointed. You like my cock so much that you just want me in you all day. That's why you call me every single time, don't you?" Your attempt to take a breath halts halfway when you realise that Sunwoo doesn’t align his member to your hole, instead making your poor clit grind against the top parts of his needy, veiny length. "A-Ah..." He rocks your swollen clit against himself, satisfyingly bringing you up and down, his tip disappearing behind your folds and reappearing again gloriously.
Your lower body is starting to shake again and your hands leveraged for his abs, nails slightly digging into his skin. It only urged Sunwoo to grind further, pressing your hips down to him as he started to enter you slightly but pulled out before hitting your spot.
"P-Please, fuck me properly." You're out of your mind at how he plays you, half-hooded eyes staring at him in the low lighting of the room. His mischievous smile shows that he will stop playing with you, but not too soon. Desperate for release, you start to retaliate a bit, going against the guidance of his grip to keep him snug inside you. A smack lands on one of your ass cheeks and the impact makes you moan. It only gets worse for you when he completely stops matching your neediness, keeping your hips in place and taking your building orgasm once more.
Cries and pleas fill his ears. "Stop being a brat," demanding and strong even though his eyes tell you otherwise; if only your eyes were opened. "I'll give you what you want so be a good girl and take whatever I give you. Be patient." You were half-listening, your nods stuttering along with your lower body that starts to shake in anticipation. Your head hangs low, moaning louder and nails engraved to his abdomen.
Until he completely raises his upper body from the mattress.
“W-What are you doing…?" Craving the pleasure he skillfully gives and smacking his chest in frustration. Your legs instinctively wrap around his pelvic area when he completely stands from the bed, clinging onto him as your energy slowly but surely runs out at the relentless rounds that have been going on between him and you.
Sunwoo gives a fake emphatic pout, puckering his lips for a kiss instead. He brushes his lips wherever he can, chuckling at how contrasting the top part of your body is displaying soft love but how the lower part of your body is still connected, your cum dripping along his length as he holds completely still. It’s hard for him to not thrust, but he loves keeping you on edge just for a bit longer. He kisses your tears away and the soft treatment he's giving you makes you forget of your throbbing need only for a split second as he tends to you in a different way. You close your eyes to feel his tongue swirling yours. The need to feel every part of him is evident, your arms wrapped around his neck tell him your desperateness and Sunwoo caresses your waist.
"That's for not calling me for so fucking long," he breathes out. "I was starting to get upset that you haven't called me for a while. Am I a joke to you?
Teeth clash, nose nudging and the way you run out of breath faster than ever makes Sunwoo snicker. "You were being annoying," you bite back. "Fucking me in random places whenever you wanted to."
Your face heats up as you remember the way Sunwoo would wiggle his eyebrows each time, a tongue poking on the inner side of his cheek before he took you to ride him for the first time in the unisex toilet, the front and backseats of his car, his bedroom with the door open and his parents just downstairs, in your house against the window, in the dressing room of a store where he ended up buying the dress he ripped off you, in the empty lecture room at university (let’s hope the recording system wasn’t on), or even fingering you during your lecture (you’re thankful the content is recorded). All those places he moulded his length into you, breaking you apart and putting you back with searing kisses each time. His controlling nature excites you, that's why you haven't been able to call him. You secretly hoped he would go even wilder if you didn't.
Driving to your house, putting you on your shoulder and driving to the nearest hotel that he has booked has gotten to be the least public sex you've had; or so you thought. Sunwoo’s act of cradling your soft skin against his body while he opens the curtain and clicks the balcony door open has become the most public and thrilling thing you’ve ever done. You immediately knew that if other visitors (or even the passersby as you weren’t too far from the ground) were to look anywhere towards your side, they would be able to see you and Sunwoo in intimate detail.
“Oh my God,” you mutter at the wind grazing against your back.
“You want to do it out here?” Suggesting a little show for everyone. “I can give the walkers a show if I bend you over, I guess,” he shrugs. “But I need to see you as I cum inside because it’s the best seeing you fall apart for me.”
Sunwoo feels the way you start to pool at that, and he thrusts slightly after you throb at his length. The whimpers against his neck from his baby girl rile him, especially with how you're clinging onto him and grinding against his chiselled front. Sunwoo taps on the side of your thigh, a motion telling you to land back on the ground. He wastes no time, cupping a hand around your mouth while his index lays vertically against his lips, winking at you. Your hands immediately fly to the wooden railing behind you and Sunwoo takes this as a time to blanket his hand over yours before slowly testing and setting a comfortable, stable rhythm.
“H-Here?” The wind messed up Sunwoo’s hair, and his overgrown bangs only made it hard for you to even set eyes on his orbs; but fuck did he look all the more attractive.
‘Here,” he affirms as a corner of his lip rises, smug and confident. “Shh,” he hushed. “Taking me like a good girl?” Chuckling at your rapid nods, “Or like a dirty little slut?”
Crocked, broken moans could still be heard behind his palm when you finally met his lust-filled eyes. You tried to distract yourself from the thrill of someone walking over to the balcony and catching you but you couldn’t help but grow louder when you looked down at Sunwoo’s veiny length entering you, slowly pulling out and pushing in twice as fast. High-pitched squeals match each time he hits you where you’re most needed.
“Is that how good I feel?” Raising an eyebrow, impressed at how you were able to nod. “My pretty baby girl taking me so well either way.”
As much as you’re pushing him closer and closer to painting your walls white, he needs more stimulation. Whether stimulation is given to him or he gives it to you to drive you insane, it doesn’t matter, but Sunwoo has always been one to spoil you. He takes his hand away from your mouth and immediately the volume, moans, whines, groans and pleas you let out are already pushing him one step closer. He increases his pace, skin slapping on each other and leaning over to you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. This decreases the distance between you and him more, and your tender clit gets more attention and love.
“I-I’m so close…” You etched out between broken sobs.
His eyes shut tight, nodding at your words. “You can do it.” It’s the first time he’s permitted you to completely let go. His thumbs brush over your knuckles, reassuring you that he’s close too and would love you to finish first; he loves spoiling you first before himself. “Come on,” pushing himself faster, “Let go for me,” harder, “Don’t worry, it won’t be your first.”
On cue, the image of him not letting you take a break is the trigger to you cumming, Sunwoo still pulsing around you as you did so. The boy hisses at the throbbing motions as you refuse to let go of his cock, tightly wrapping him around you. His hands tightly grip your wrist, the other pulling you still at the final drag he takes inside you as he empties all of him into you, twitching against your pulsing walls.
You feel the way he fills you up, chest stuttering and out of breath. Both your eyes widen when he moves again, needy groans filling your ears. “Sunwoo…” He shakes his head, shutting you up with a searing wet kiss. He plays his tongue around yours, drowning all your noises.
“Not yet,” he heaves. Not when he hasn’t fucked his girl in so long. The amount of times he’s jerked himself off to the thought of you, the way you cry for him and the way that his dick is only satisfied with you are the only things that he replayed in his head every night, moaning your name with furrowed eyebrows.
He retreats inside, sitting on the bed and adjusting his lying position as you sit on him once more. This angle pushes you to your second orgasm, creeping up slowly but surely. Your tightly shut eyes make you appreciate how deep he is as he starts to pound up against you.
His eyes gazed at your glistening folds and pulsing pussy. "See?" He leans and observes your lacked jaw. "In the end, you don't care where I fuck you," chuckling when you meet his thrust halfway. Your muscle shaping for him makes your hole shake, wetting his length and making it easier for him to slide further. "You just care about me," a thrust up, "and the way that I fuck you wherever you want to," another thrust, "and I guess," an eyebrow raises as he prepares his next move, "whenever I want to fuck you."
Sunwoo gets you ready for another release, teasing your sensitive bud by rubbing, flicking and pinching your folds as he pounds into you. This is the first time he's seen your expression from below, and the image is so much better than seeing you under him. In the end, he's just a boy who wants to see how you can move yourself to match his thrust. His dick only hardens with the fact that you're so fucked out that you're unable to fully grind against him.
"F-Fuck me..." Chest heaving at his control. "O-Oh-" He found it. The place that makes you fold for him every time. Your grip flies to his shoulder, eye contact never faltering other than when your eyes shut at the tears rolling down your cheek. Sunwoo aims there each time and you let out choked screams at the building pleasure. "S-Shit.” The stimulation makes the sex easier, eyes widening at the intense pleasure.
"Shit," he smirks at your tightly shut eyes, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. "Don't hurt yourself, baby girl," cupping your cheek and pulling your bottom lip. "Let me hear you," Sunwoo increased the pace of his hips and swirls your tender clit, and you had no choice but to follow his orders. "You're so fucked out and beautiful."
You whine at his words, squeals bouncing around the room when Sunwoo tugs on your nipple with his teeth. He fondles every part of you with intense want, intense need. The added attention is when your lower body starts to tense and relax uncontrollably, gushing out the startings of your liquid and the smacks of your body becoming louder and more accurate each second. Your neck falls, and screams hit the ceiling.
He hums against the valley between your breasts, "Does my sweet girl want to cum again?"
"Yes!"
His hand cups your jaw, directing your pleading gaze to his similar ones. "Can she promise me that she'll contact me more and won't deprive me of this sweet pussy?"
"Yes!"
Despite the need, he knows your words hold truth. "I'm gonna cum inside you. Need your body to remember a part of me."
You don't object to that as he pulls you to another kiss, muffling and taking your moans down his throat. It's not long before your body swallows his second load inside, overflowing onto the sheets that he for sure would love to take home; maybe even replacing his as he jerks off to your scent. Your body falls slack after but Sunwoo doesn't pull out again. Your walls pulsate around him and it's when you realise that he's not getting any softer inside of you.
You realised the implications of that, "Fuck-"
You’re flipped against the mattress in a clean sweep, head now comfortably deep into the pillow and Sunwoo re-enters as soon as you hit the bed. "You've been ignoring my calls for too long and I’m way too deprived of you right now," Both wrists are pinned under his open palms, "And this dick needs some more love from his home, baby girl."
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Work Hard, Play Harder
✧ pairing: bf! sunwoo x gf! reader
✦ genre: smut w/ hints of fluff
✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, inexperienced and a bit shy reader, nervous/insecure about sex, fingering, dirty talk, c!m tasting from both, praising, pet names, cursing, kissing, marking, fluff
✦ word count: 5.4k words
✧ synopsis: you laying on his bed is so enticing. he can’t help that he wants to play with you and show your fried brain a little fun.
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How foolish of you to think even for a second that you’d be able to get homework done with Kim Sunwoo in the same room?
Normally, you’d get your assignments and whatnot done in isolation because you work best with minimal-to-zero distractions. But today, you��ve somehow let Sunwoo convince you to do homework in his bedroom.
The past couple days, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend much. Schedules were opposite and conflicting, so it was only today that each of you had a slot of free time.
Still, you recalled that you had a task to complete before a deadline that was approaching. The sooner you finished it, the better.
Today seemed like a perfect day to lock in, but Sunwoo kept texting you that he missed you so much, insisting you two should hang out.
While you also missed him, it would be the smarter choice to get your homework done before you hangout with him. Which, is what you tried to tell him. But while you were mid-text, he was already knocking on your door.
You lectured him for bothering you, knowing you’d fold for his big pleading eyes, plump pouty lips, and his sweet voice.
Next thing you know, he’s telling you to grab your laptop and book bag, and driving you over to his place to work on schoolwork together. There’s a few assignments he should probably get around to doing anyways, too. So, a study date it is then!
That’s how you found yourself lying on your stomach over his bed, head facing the end of it, laptop and other essentials spread out in front. Meanwhile, he sat with his back against his pillows and headboard, laptop sitting over his lap.
After about an hour of having small snacks, chatting, and catching up from the days you’ve been apart, (which is exactly why you needed to be locked up alone to avoid distractions like him), you sighed when you realized the time you let pass and recalled what you were supposed to be doing in the first place.
Perhaps it was good to recharge with Sunwoo before getting to work; that way, you both at least got some of that pent-up excitement out from not seeing each other.
Well… that’s what you had hoped.
Now, you each settled into your own spots on his bed, a blended playlist of you guys’ current favorite songs playing faintly in the back via his laptop. Some sound was needed to fill the silence while you two worked.
You bounced from tab to tab on your screen while you began researching and citing quotes for the paper you’re working on. It’s tedious and frustrating to craft it, but you’re determined to write a mean paper that’ll hopefully get you an A.
Every now and then, you’d just stare at your screen blankly, complaining mentally in discouragement, or trying to conjure up ideas for the way you phrase your next sentences. But in other moments, you get inspired and furiously type away, getting into the groove of having ideas flow out smoothly.
Sunwoo smiles to himself when he hears your fingers clicking the keys at an unremitting rhythm. It seems like you know what you’re doing, when in contrast, his discussion post prompt is sending daggers at him, patiently waiting for him to actually start it.
It’s not difficult to become distracted, especially given the fact that he’s doing something mundane like homework. It’s such a chore, one that was crucial to his academic success.
Bullshitting his assignment or procrastinating even more sounds inviting. Even you had your moments where you don’t try as hard and leave things till last minute because it’s exhausting to even think about. But Sunwoo said you guys would do homework, so he should get on it.
Your form working diligently on his bed only distracted him further. How could he focus when watching your engrossed state looked more appealing?
He’s unable to see your face of concentration, only listening to the occasional exasperated groans that would leave your throat, and watching the way your feet would sway in the air in different directions, at various tempos and patterns. He’s noticed how fidgety you’d get sometimes, particularly with your legs. Your feet also would rub together and draw shapes into his comforter while you worked.
It’s endearing to watch your habits, not aware that he has disregarded his discussion post to admire you instead.
As he’s observing the way your legs roamed freely, he shamelessly starts to wander his eyes over the rest of your body.
Since all you planned for today was to be swamped in your paper, you dressed comfortably. A baggy t-shirt and sweat shorts was your attire of the day.
Your legs are left exposed. He soaks in the detailing of your skin, and runs his eyes to your bottom.
Sunwoo likes to think he’s a respectful man, and you’d definitely agree. He’s always patient with you, respecting your boundaries and has always been a gentleman. He treats you like any other human— with kindness, but is extra affectionate and clingy because he’s obsessed with you.
He thinks highly of you. While he loves you for your personality and quirks, he also sees you as visually stunning. His heart pumps fondly and blood rushes when he eyes your physical features.
While decorous, he has to admit that he does stare at various parts of you for a little too long. How could he not in situations like now, where your rear is facing him? Somehow, your oversized shirt bunched upwards, leaving the swell of your ass for his viewing pleasure.
Even though you were clearly clothed, he still had an imagination. He started picturing how your ass would look unveiled. Thinking about exploring every curve of your body with his lips and hands. Wondering about what delicious sounds you’d make when doing naughty things with him.
Unconsciously, you were tantalizing him.
His mind is going towards the gutter. You’re just trying to write your paper like the good student you were, while he was yearning for some attention from you. You were on the bed together, but you made it clear you meant business.
Though, Sunwoo doesn’t think he can wait much longer to hold you for as long as he pleases.
“Baby, can you read this real quick for me?” he suddenly asks. His eyes are entreating as they look at the back of your head. He still has yet to write a single word for his assignment, meaning he just came up with an excuse for you to pay any mind to him. His laptop isn’t even over him anymore; it’s been pushed to the side.
“Gimme a sec.” you uttered, fingers typing quickly and face still directed towards your screen.
He grins mischievously in the short amount of time you finish writing out one last sentence before switching your focus towards him. The grin falters into a faint smile once you fully turn around, scooting up until you’re right next to him.
“You actually got some work done? I’m impressed.” you scoffed, prepared to read his assignment.
You see he doesn’t bring his laptop to his lap or hand it over to you, making you raise your brows in question. Instead, he makes the move of pulling you in between his legs.
“Hey! What are you doing! Stop—” you choked out but interrupted yourself with broken giggles due to how ticklish you were.
Your heart was pounding, startled and delirious as your form was now in between his legs. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly with your back pressed against his chest.
His chin settles into your shoulder, turning his head to graze his lips over the shell of your ear.
“You’ve been working too hard. Let’s take a break, hm?”
You’re stiff as hell. You guys have kissed one another, made out, cuddled, took naps together, etc., but your body and mind still malfunctioned when you were this near to him.
All the focus centered on the tension from close proximity. You could hear his breathing and sense his air from such fanning over your neck and ear.
“You didn’t actually get anything done, did you?” you muttered, fingers clutching the skin of your thighs as he invaded your personal space. It’s not that you didn’t like it— quite the opposite, actually. You just didn’t know how to react.
“How can I when we haven’t properly spent time together?” he hums, pushing some of your hair back to start leaving soft kisses over your sensitive spots. Instinctively, you shut your eyes and angle your neck, succumbing to his tender gesture.
“Sunwoo… my paper.” you reminded him as his kisses were seemingly growing fervid. Somehow your shirt exposed your shoulder, riveting him to redirect his mouth to the spot. A hand of his rubs your clothed tummy, dragging wet kisses across the bare skin.
Your body shivers, goosebumps appearing instantly. Uninhibitedly, you squeezed your thighs and let out a shaky breath. Your body temperature was rising and you felt so small.
“It can wait. I can’t. I missed you so much.” he voices. His hands loosen from your stomach and he brings one of them to your hair, smoothing over your locks.
By this point, you gathered strength to turn your head somewhat to look at him. With his free veiny hand, he cups your cheek, searching every inch of your face with his orbs as if he’s trying to memorize it.
“Did you miss me, too? Tell me you missed me.” his big dark, yet soft eyes hold vulnerability and longing. His look leaves your throat parched, still growing hot all over. You even feel something akin to a heartbeat down south between your legs.
Sunwoo was so needful. That’s one of the things you liked about him. He was cool and collective to the public and friends, but when around you, he never abstained his openness about how much your presence soothed him.
“You know I always miss you.” you answered, still maintaining eye contact with him as he continued to hold your cheek. Deep down, he knew your answer but still wanted to be affirmed aloud. It contented him, but he needed you to touch him back now.
He takes initiative to close more distance between you two, leaning his face further until his nose is brushing against yours.
You can feel each other’s breath face to face. He brushes his features over yours, his nose and lips grazing past your own in a gentle back-and-forth motion.
“Kiss me, baby.” he ghosts over your lips. You’re breathless by just his teasing actions, your own nails digging into your thighs to keep yourself grounded.
It’s impossible to refuse his precious plead. He’s caught you like a fish on a hook. You fall for the bait of his charms, and connect your lips with his own.
The kisses shared start out moderate, lips meeting and touching, pressure light. Your back still rests against his chest, slightly at an angle to continuously kiss him. He keeps you near to his liking by not letting that one hand of his part from your face.
It doesn’t take long before a few tastes make you both greedy.
The sounds of your lips puckering and the sensation of one another’s appendage meeting together creates heightened sensations. You each start fighting for more. It evolves into something wetter, his tongue darting out to flick against yours, tongue tips touching.
Desperation clouded your mind with the way this has grown into making out. Sunwoo has your body unable to remain calm, wiggling and unthinkingly pushing your core down into his mattress
Your breathing alongside his, has grown heavier. Although whipped in chasing your lips, he clearly catches the low moan that lets out your throat.
The naughty sound has him smirking against your mouth. There’s excitement within him, mentally and physically. His manhood is getting pumped full of blood, warming up and swelling the more you two make out fiercely.
His lustful instincts get him to maneuver his free hand towards your thigh. Since your shorts were generously short, he had easy access to your bare skin. His palm and fingers stroked it, making your spine and pussy shiver at how close he was to your private area.
As you two continue with the fiery embrace, he’s only wishing for more contact and intimacy. His fingers start trailing towards your inner thigh, dangerously closer to your covered sex.
Having his hand near such a concealed and sensitive spot makes you shut your thighs together on impulse, thus squeezing his hand in the process.
You butt your back against him the more touchy he gets, causing you to take note of something firm prodding into your lower back.
If you’re not mistaken, you think that is his—
“You got me so hard, baby.” Sunwoo rumbles, parting lips for a moment to catch your breaths. He’s burning for more of you. And while he also is igniting something within you, you’re unfamiliar in what happens next.
“Feel that? It’s ‘cause of you doll.” he slightly pushes himself against you, as if you two aren’t already close together. His erection is hard to not notice now, bringing you interest yet anxiousness.
While you guys have been dating for a decent amount of time, there hasn’t been any initiation of doing anything past kissing and cuddling. You didn’t think much of it— as you were still a virgin. And as horny as you still got from time-to-time, you were a tiny bit apprehensive for the day you did do something sexual with someone.
You imagine that right now is when things go further for you two.
“Sunwoo… I haven’t… I’ve never…” your cheeks got hot and reddened, feeling a bit embarrassed to have this conversation. You didn’t want to let your boyfriend down or kill the mood.
He stilled behind you, eyes softening once your words clicked in his head. Your eyes avoided his own, fidgeting with your limbs.
Although you felt mortified, Sunwoo believes he should be the one to feel ashamed. You two never had the conversation of sex before, so how would he have known? But nevertheless, the last thing he’d want you to feel is distressed or cross a boundary he shouldn’t have.
“Shit… did I make you uncomfortable? Hey, look at me.” he thumbs your cheek with one hand while the other goes to enfold one of your own, holding it lovingly.
You do look at him, worried that you’d disappoint him with your lack of experience, palms all sweaty.
“I… I’ve never done anything past making out.” you admitted more clearly.
“That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready or comfortable with it. I’m sorry if I got too carried away.” he offers you an apologetic look, still caressing your cheek delicately.
“We should get back to doing our homework. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” his voice is genuine, tinged with regret of letting his hormones loose.
The look on his face, the way he shows that he respects you, and his apology (that you believe was not needed but still kind), has you melting. He’s definitely sheepish, but you don’t want him feeling that way.
If anything, Sunwoo was working you up. Sexual frustration was becoming a bitch to you. Your core’s experiencing a wind of warmth, unable to dismiss it. You think you need some sort of alleviation.
“Babe,” you reached a hand up to his hair, shaking your head while massaging his fluffy strands.
“I really want to do stuff with you. So bad, Sunwoo.” there’s so much honestly within your words and tone, longing and sentiment coating your orbs.
“I just don’t know… I don’t know how i’ll react or if you’ll like me.” you almost whisper, suddenly insecure of yourself now that you’re admitting this aloud to your boyfriend.
Every now and then, you wondered what it would be like to get intimate with another person. It would be vulnerable for you to show your bare body to someone. You can’t help but overthink that Sunwoo might not feel satisfied with you, or that you wouldn’t enjoy it— possibly finding it uncomfortable, instead.
Without a doubt you trusted him, but fearing unfamiliar territory was natural. You simply didn’t know what to expect.
How would you know unless you actually tried it?
A scoff comes out of Sunwoo, followed by an empathetic smile.
“Of course I like you, silly girl.” he chuckles, reaching for the hand that was in his hair and connecting it with his own. He gives it a reassuring squeeze, prompting the corners of your lips to raise in seeing and hearing him make that gentle sound.
“I love you, Y/n.” I will cherish every part of you. You’re so damn beautiful.” he brings your hand to his lips, dotting soft kisses over your knuckles. His other hand stays on your hip protectively.
“You’re safe with me. I wanna treat my girl right. I’m yours.” he means all of it, clear sincerity as bright as day twined in his tone and words.
Hearing his words is dulcet to your ears. There’s this wave that washed over you. It’s like a sea that gets you lost. Lost but secure from his touches and statements.
“I want you to feel comfortable with me. You’re the priority here. If you don’t wanna do anything that’s completely fine.”
“But if you wanna, we can start slow. If you give me the okay, i’ll take care of where it aches.”
It feels like your tummy does a somersault at that. You’re positive your cheeks are flushing, all rosy with how he always knows the right things to say. He really does care about you.
As if on cue, your pussy throbs more when he acknowledges that it must be craving for some stimulation.
You’re feeling so shy about letting him see or touch your bare sex, but one look at those bambi eyes of his and you think you’re ready. Ready for Sunwoo to help pleasure you.
Amenability glazes your eyes when you look at him. Although still slightly lacking confidence, you’re sure you want to take your relationship somewhat further.
“Okay…” it comes out faintly from your voice. You pause for a few before gaining strength to speak up a bit. “Touch me, Sunwoo. Please.”
Sunwoo’s gaze is tender as you spoke with vulnerability, granting him permission to un shield a part of yourself that you reserved for someone you trust and care for deeply.
That someone being him.
A part of him is nervous to touch you. He’s not planning on going past fingering with you for now, but he still wants to make this an enjoyable experience for you.
Aside from that ounce of concern, his body is overly excited to reach third base with you. It’s been awhile since he’s sensually touched someone else. Your existence brought him so much warmth, and he often craved to have you in sexual ways.
He’s been a patient boy. And now, you were going to allow for him to rub you as he pleased.
He’s determined and delighted to give you some delectable pleasure. To show you how much he cares about you through this new form of intimacy.
You feel like you’re hallucinating and definitely are perspiring and clammy from anticipation. Even so, you weren’t going to let your nerves fuck you over. You wanted to try this.
Once more, he double checks to ensure your consent, and you simply nod with a positive ‘yes.’
“I’ll take it slow. Just relax for me and I’ll do all the work. Lemme know if you wanna stop or if anything hurts, alright, baby?
“I love you, Sunwoo.” you smiled, all misty eyed from how caring he was being in this moment.
“I love you, too, Y/n.” he returns your smile, then gravitates his lips towards yours. You kiss passionately, but the embrace of lips is still smooth. It further stresses the respect and cosmic attachment he has for you— and vice versa.
After lip locking, his hands begin to explore your skin. With you sitting in between his legs, he directs you to lean back comfortably. His hands creep their way under your shirt, tracing your bare sides up and down like he had all the time in the world.
He also patted at your stomach, smoothing over it protectively. Instead of diving his fingers straight into your sex, he wanted to ease up your body first to get used to these sensual touches of his.
Slithering downwards from your abdomen, he continues to love up on your body, massaging the flesh of your thighs.
It’s his mission and wish to soften your core and muscles, getting you to enjoy this moment. Additionally to his tactile movements, he pairs them with words laced with so much sugar that he’s starting to give you a rush.
“Body so soft.”
“Never wanna let you go.”
“You belong here in my arms, hm.”
“Such a sweet, sweet girl.”
In between compliments, he rotates from kissing your temple, cheek, and the corner of your mouth. Your head rests back against his shoulder, eyes resting shut as you feel yourself getting more and more comfortable and aroused by the minute.
When his dominant hand finally finds itself in between your legs and over your clothed crotch, your breathing grows shaky from him cupping at it, shivering at the hold.
“You okay?” he doesn’t remove his hand but stills it, making sure you’ve not grown uncomfortable.
To answer, your thighs squeeze his hand, willingly grinding down into it.
“Keep going, show me more.” you whimpered, getting Sunwoo to smug at your reaction to his efforts. Oh, just you wait.
“Gonna take off your shorts, hm?”
You let him do it, and when they’re off, your bottom is left in your cotton panties. They’re not the most sexy undergarment, and you honestly wish you would’ve worn a different pair. But that was not on Sunwoo’s mind at all.
All he cared about was that he’s one more layer closer to his treasure. He’s beyond excited to meet your pussy. The view of your soft panties being the only thing that comes in between his hand and your folds is heart-stopping.
His fingers experimentally touch your pussy lips through the fabric, slightly applying pressure teasingly. You quake at the touch, a breath stuck in your throat as he strokes the area.
His plump lips part and shift into an amused expression, pleased in how he’s getting you going.
“Hurry… please, Sunwoo.” you whined, cheeks definitely blushing at how overly needful you sound— and are.
A chuckle escapes from Sunwoo’s throat, “Patience, doll. You’ll get my fingers, ‘kay?”
Given how keyed up you are, he strips the last bit of fabric off with your cooperation. Now tossed away, your sex is exposed to the air, and Sunwoo finally gets to touch it raw.
His fingertips carefully sweep over your vulva, tonguing at his teeth when he feels moisture. You shyly mewl at the bare contact.
“Fuck, so wet for me. You excited, baby?” his throat rumbles.
You whined again, red-faced at the vulnerability of all this. In response, he kisses your cheek for comfort, still exploring your outside parts.
“Don’t be embarrassed. How can you be so cute and sexy, hm?”
Before you know it, he finds your clit and nudges at it with diligence, earning a squeak turned moan from you. Bingo.
It inclines you to push your hips upwards, squirming at your boyfriend touching you like this. It’s so different to have someone else play with your cunt. Different, but you can see yourself becoming addicted to it.
He only allows himself to tease your bundle of nerves for a few before diverting his fingers lower, starting to trace around your hole.
“Relax for me.” he murmurs. You let out a breath, allowing him to use his left hand to rub your knee in support, and encourages you to spread your legs out a little more. “Doing so good. Yeah, that’s it.”
After coaxing you, he unexpectedly removes his hand away from your sex. You huff out and draw your mouth open in confusion and protest, but nothing else comes out when you watch Sunwoo stick a finger in between his lips, too stunned at the close-up scene of something so erotic.
For extra insurance, he pops a finger in his mouth to lube it with saliva, lathering it well. He’s aiming for this to go as smoothly as possible.
He smirks while you watch, humming before taking it out and moving back to your cunt.
Once again, he circulates over your entrance, teasing you more before he at last, slips that one finger prudently past your slit.
A whimper bounces out of your mouth from the initial stretch, accommodating to the sensation of your boyfriend’s finger making its debut.
“Ahhh, mhm…”
“Shhhh… It’s okay, I gotchu. Gonna make this feel so good for you.” He gives you heartening kisses, still lingering not that far in yet, giving you time to soak it in slowly.
He’s pretty patient. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you. Even if you’re impatient for it, he keeps his movements gentle and careful.
A little at a time, he has a decent portion of his finger inserted. He doesn’t move immediately so you can fully adjust.
You then give him the green light, and so he starts playing with your inside.
His finger testingly swirls, intrigued to discover this new territory that gets to be his home— for hopefully forever.
Soft moans come out your mouth before you realize, and you’re suddenly too aware of this intimate situation, feeling like you’re getting a fever.
It’s taking everything in you to not squirm. You opt for burying your face into your boyfriend’s neck in attempt to cover more smutty sounds and burning face.
Sunwoo is displeased with that, though. He halts his finger, pausing any action.
Your brows furrow and the sudden lack of motion has you lifting your head up.
“Why’d you stop?” your eyes were filled with worry. Maybe he’s bored or something’s wrong?
“Don’t hide from me.” his voice is serious. “Lemme hear those pretty moans”
Oh.
His finger moves again. Only this time, he starts to curl it and begins a slow flow of driving it in and out of you.
“Hmmphhh!” you whimpered, breath shaky and heart beat ascending at how sensational it is to have someone fucking you with just their finger.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smirks, not planning on stopping until he pushes you to your breaking point.
Your sex hormones are going wild, feening for incessant sexual pleasure until you can’t take it anymore.
You’re bucking down to meet the movement of his finger, it having grown not enough rather quicker than you anticipated. Sunwoo has to titter at that, wowed to see how fast you’ve adjusted, and yearn for more.
Since you’re so desperate, he doesn’t warn you when he pushes a second finger past your hole. You gasp, followed by a curse word at the additional stretch.
“Shit, this tight pussy must love me.” his voice is breathy and deep as he feels your walls grip at his fingers.
He’s fucking your cunt now with two fingers, gradually with more pressure and firmer. His fingers pump against the ridges of your walls, moving and bending them, thus bringing you highly concentrated pleasure to your core.
Your arousal soaks his long fingers, above turned on that your hot boyfriend’s hand is creating a new high for you that you thought was unimaginable.
He inflames you even more when he starts to nip at your neck. His mouth’s latched onto your skin while down below, his thrusts just become deeper and deeper. He’s too keen on giving you a divine time that you’d think about for the rest of your life.
“Right there, Sunwoo! Oh my God, s-so good!” you gasped out when he hits a spot that scratches your senses so good.
“Right there, huh?”
Luckily, your boy knows what he’s doing, so he continues to hit that spot continually and not let up. He believes now is when he enhances your brain and body further by making use of his thumb to position over your clit.
He thumbs at your swollen bud, massaging it in an unhurried, but consistent rhythm.
And that sparks something inside you lower region. If you thought your pussy was aching before, it definitely is now.
Your breaths sound quicker and he takes note of you bringing a thumb to your mouth, biting down on it while mewls still slip past your lips. His pumps persist while your walls suck his fingers in like a vacuum as he moves in and out.
Every sound and the sight of you writhing, unable to remain calm, encourages him to not dwindle down on his ministrations.
The pressure applied towards your clit is even but remains slow, making you savor every second of stimulation you get, gradually increasing and turning almost-tender to be touched.
Hot pangs hit in your belly, and you feel like you’re starting to sweat, blood pressure spiking. You’re whimpering pathetically, muscles burning and tensing to break free and let yourself collapse.
It’s clear to Sunwoo that you can’t handle this any longer, evident he’s going to bring you to cum.
Squishy sounds and breathy moans are harmonic to the ears while he’s focused on getting you to snap.
“Gonna cum on my fingers? Is baby girl gonna let my fingers get even more soaked with her cum?”
Mhmphhh! Su— Sunwoo.” you cry out.
“Go ‘head. Lemme feel it.” he coaxes, and like the good girl you are, you do let loose.
As your knot unties, you deeply moan, hand that was near your mouth now gripping at his comforter. Your orgasm takes over you, shivering slightly, ass and thighs becoming spastic.
Your eyes are heavy and you see stars that are sparkling and fading, any sounds coming from the two of you sounding distant as you come down.
“I’m so proud of you, doll.” he mumbles as you catch your breath, face falling into his neck. While his fingers still remain in you, he uses his free hand to caress your head, commending you for staying strong and cumming for him.
As you progressively revert closer back to normal, your mind softens, and you’re craving to melt against your boyfriend. You need to logout from reality, Sunwoo having tired you out from getting busy with your pussy.
He coos at you when he makes you whimper and lift your head at the removal of his fingers. To your surprise, he then gravitates those fingers towards his mouth, closing around them and seemingly drinking up whatever stuck to his digits.
Your eyebrows furrow, joined with the part of your lips at him willingly tasting your fluids. He just looks at you, making exaggerated sounds from sucking and sends you a flirty wink.
You shiver and divert your gaze in shyness, flushing as you look back curiously, watching him pull out his licked-clean fingers.
“I knew you’d taste good.” he growls from the act and your essence getting savored by his taste buds.
“Wanna try?” he asks like nothing, seeing that you’re not calling him out for it, just eyeing him inquisitively.
You don’t say anything, but you still have that look gracing your orbs. He dips his fingers down to your core again, lathering them up in more of your spilled cum. You feel tingly during those seconds that he does so, and he raises them up again, nodding at you if you wanted a taste, too.
Your face leaning in slowly is enough of an answer for him, so he goes to hold your chin with the other hand, delicately slipping his fingers into your hot mouth.
You kindly close around them, timidly licking a finger tip for just a second, then getting comfortable to lap up the rest of your own spills. Your teeth even rake over his digits and your eyes fluttered shut with a hum before opening them.
When you do, there still lays a cutey-appearance behind those eyes he adores, even with you licking your own cum.
From that moment, he recognizes that his obsession for you will be death of him.
“Fuck…” he breathes out, stroking the tip of your chin.
“That’s all you, baby girl.”
“So perfect.”
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3k celebration - are u a (p☆rn)bot? (discontinued)
no need to check the little certification box. you are a bot! i am a bot! this a simulation. and im celebrating 3k by writing more filthy fanfics inspired by twt p☆rnlinks ♡
🍆THIS POST IS ALSO THE MASTERLIST🍆
ALL SLOTS TAKEN (CLOSED)
RULES :
PICK ONE (1) IDOL (i write for ateez, stray kids, the boyz, nct +wayv)
PICK ONE (1) NUMBER aka spicy link (list below)
WAIT for me to run the matrix calculations and voila
EACH LINK WILL BE USED ONCE. check this post regularly to see what links are still vacant. i'll add the idol + link to the fic one by one
★★★ MINORS DNI | REQUESTS BY ASK ONLY ★★★
disclaimer: this is all for fun. please be kind. i reserve the right to choose the requests i go through with. that being said lets have fun ♡
divider by @cafekitsune
clit stim + mirror [RESERVED]
floor sex + spanking [RESERVED]
face slapping + fingers sucking [RESERVED]
oral (f) + sub!idol [RESERVED]
huge dick + size kink | bangchan - big bad wolf [PUBLISHED]
cnc + rough [RESERVED]
public + oral (m) [RESERVED]
mutual masturbation | yeosang - pretty in pink [PUBLISHED]
fingering + size training [RESERVED]
riding + rough + switch!idol and reader [RESERVED]
oral (f) + semi public (+optional sub!idol) [RESERVED]
daddy kink + panty fuck [RESERVED]
fingering + squirting + quiet [RESERVED]
thigh fucking [RESERVED]
edging + orgasm denial [RESERVED]
cosplay (maid outfit) [RESERVED]
mask kink + outdoor (+optional primal play) | yunho - behind the mask [PUBLISHED]
blowgang + bukkake | yunho, mingi, san, seonghwa - cheerleader [PUBLISHED]
face riding (oral f) [RESERVED]
riding + nipple play (optional sub!idol + mommy kink) [RESERVED]
gamer!bf + oral (m) [RESERVED]
fingering v&a (f) + squirting + kitty slaps [RESERVED]
deepthroating (oral m) [RESERVED]
daddy kink + rough [RESERVED]
gamer!bf + backshots [RESERVED]
handcuffs + backshots [RESERVED]
breath play + free use [RESERVED]
pet play + leash [PUBLISHED] - leeknow - more of a cat person
brat taming + fingering (f) [RESERVED]
sex worker!reader + hotel room sex + rough [RESERVED]
creampie + overstimulation (m) + sub!idol [RESERVED]
double penetration v&a + toys [RESERVED]
sloppy oral (m) + spit kink [RESERVED]
huge dick + bulge kink [RESERVED]
boobjob [RESERVED]
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show you the stars | the boyz kim sunwoo
“Why's my girl misbehaving today, hm? Shouldn’t you be nice to the birthday boy?”
pairing » the boyz kim sunwoo x fem!reader
trope/au » friends to lovers, (or should i say...) 'friends' to lovers, situationship (?), non-idol au!
genre » very suggestive!! (as compared to my other one), it's kinda fluffy uwu (everyone act surprised), a dash of angst, dom!sunwoo at times, sub!sunwoo at other times, kim sunwoo being whipped and sweet for you, but he's also flustered, he's flirting with you, reader is a bit of a tease and is confident, you're also flustered at times, sunwoo loves you and you love him (again, act surprised), finding love and comfort in each other after past relationships, kim sunwoo who just wants to be close to you
word count, estimated reading time » 5041, ~18 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » very suggestive!!, dom! and sub!sunwoo, mentions of unhealthy past relationships, a ton of kissing, making out, marking (teeth and kiss marks; reader receiving), pet names (baby boy, baby girl), reader licks cream off sunwoo, sunwoo licking cream off reader's neck and collarbones, sunwoo is physically bigger and taller, reader has medium to long hair, HIGHLY suggestive at the end, rapid proofread once
navi/masterlist!! 🤍
happy birthday to (one of) the loml 🥰
uhm...
yeah...
so!...yeah...
i'm just gonna go...
The delightful aroma of your hard work fills the volume of Sunwoo’s apartment easily. You've been chopping, stirring and sizzling ingredients for the last two hours, excited for the first birthday that you'll spend together with him.
To elaborate on your relationship with Sunwoo, you're ‘friends’. The explanation would give most people deadpanned looks, accompanied by the raised eyebrows that would follow. Otherwise, others would only facepalm at the stupidity that you both seem to obviously share. Anyone could tell that with the way that you both would drop any conversation that you're in or literally drop the paper cup in your hand whenever the other comes into even slightly just their peripheral vision, that you're more than the label that you both have decided to nonverbally settle for now.
Like your best friend from diapers would say, there's no way those kisses on the forehead, trailing down side to side across your eyelids, back medially down the slope of your nose, along the underside of your jawline, were things that ‘friends’ do. Not with the way that Sunwoo would subtly slide his palm down from the comfort of your back to cup one of your bottom cheeks, smirking when he feels the heat radiating from your cheeks.
And for you? You can't help but feel the disappointment in your chest whenever he passes the quiet but rapid breathing of your lips, whenever he bypasses that sensitive spot on your neck, sometimes whispering compliments to the shell of your eyes with that husky, low voice of well, that’s just how it is at the current moment.
Friends don’t look at each other’s orbs and are so immersed that they say “I miss you” in the most dewy, honey-dripping voice. In public where they're most disciplined, they don't hold each other’s hands while walking, a thumb smoothing over the other when they’re just walking along the empty night street or the aisle of the grocery store.
Friends don't give each other their spare apartment keys or sweep them off their feet as soon as the front door opens, distracting their worries and other thoughts by locking lips with each other. You would never let any of your other friends carry you in their arms and pull the same blanket that they will use through the night over your body. In the same way, you would never snuggle to the warmth of the person next to you, kissing them a sweet “good night” and “thank you”, the other person reciprocating those feelings.
But knowing the manipulation and tears from your past relationship, none of you could bear to address the looming label that others already gave you both. Sunwoo is too scared to ask too, going through a similar situation in his past relationship. Through the healing of the break-up that you both had in your respective lives, came the comfort that the other’s lips would give, and you both would chase that feeling from each other over and over again.
You're okay with how things are now. You respect him and you don’t want to push him or the title that you personally want to have with him. For now, you decide that actions will speak louder than words and when the right time comes, you both will address it without the influence of the outside world.
Today is just one of those days that you use your spare key to access Sunwoo’s kitchen for a little feast. The dining table is decorated with a vase of roses in the middle, and you constantly hop between the stove and the furniture to make sure everything looks presentable. The light dimming system of his house is perfect for the shooting star projector that you aim towards a blank wall. You're satisfied with all the preparation for all the main meals, making sure that the moment he walks in through the door, you can cook and plate it up swiftly while it’s still freshly pipping hot.
“Oh gosh,” proud of your efforts with the vanilla whipped cream for his cake. “I'm a genius,” you sang variations of the phrase to yourself.
Curse your horrible time management skills because the clock in front of you only reminds you that you have little time until the main key is used on the front door. The sponge cake is assembled quickly, with a thin layer of crumb coating and minimal cooling before you spread the second batch of the cream for the outer layer, topping the chocolate and strawberries afterwards.
You step back to admire your work, making sure the fruit is on the perfect slope and that the chocolate bar next to it complements the negative space around the centrepiece. Your hand under the cake was about to slip when you heard the keys rattling from outside and you swore the fridge door hated you by how you had a hard time opening it.
On the other hand, Sunwoo could smell your home-cooked meal a few doors down the hallway. His stomach only grumbles in anticipation but his heart was jumping at the thought of you greeting him behind the door. The smile on his face grew, his overgrown bangs tickling his eyelids with his rushed footsteps towards the door. The sweet scent of your perfume is what he manages to pick up first, and he doesn’t regret how he ditched work with the expectation that you would spend today’s occasion with him.
“I'm home.” Something that he has always loved to say, hating the lack of light in his house after a long day at work. His fingers were about to switch the light on but your shout stops him halfway.
Your body crashed against his before he could comprehend anything. Sunwoo groans a little at how his back hits the door behind him but his palms settle on your hips lovingly. Your arms are wrapped around his middle, face hidden to his chest, nose inhaling your favourite cologne. A deep chuckling answers your small apology, his fingers raised to tug at the hair tie around your ponytail. The elastic now wraps around his wrist as he savours the scent of your perfume and shampoo. The way Sunwoo messaged your scalp left you with goosebumps, his other hand untucking his tight shirt that you stole from your skirt so that the pad of his thumb could feel your skin better.
“Happy birthday, baby boy,” exhaling at the gentle swipes of his thumb on your waist.
“Thank you, baby girl,” trailing kisses from the top of your head to the side of your head. You tried to escape from the ticklish feeling but he kept his hold firm, keeping your lower bodies flush against each other, “Where do you think you're going?”
You giggle at his lips down the side of your face, his breaths reaching the crook of your neck as he takes comfort there. It's only now that you realise the fabric of his material, is no longer the white collared polyester. Your heated cheeks brushed against the metal around his neck and Sunwoo could feel the start of your complaints from your deep inhale.
So he closes the gap and kisses you to quiet you down.
He ignores the little muted surprised sound from you, pulling away only slightly to smirk at you before diving in deeper. His palm grips on the curve of your waist, keeping you in control. He whispers for you to pull him closer by the neck and he knows the roll of your eyes isn't an indication of annoyance. Your lips danced between his, a hand over his nape to pull him down, your other palm cupping his cheek as you tried to control his hunger for you.
“Sunwoo,” slightly out of breath, “what are you wearing?”
As if he didn't see the deadpanned look on your face when he decides to give your poor lungs a break, he leisurely answers, “This is the suit and tie of someone who decided to leave the desk early,” fingers hooking around the metal chain around his neck whilst simultaneously peering down at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, “so that he could look hot for his birthday and his girl.”
You couldn't deny that. Shamelessly, you let your eyes roam over the somewhat tight shirt that he has. His pectoral muscles are defined with the grey stretchy fabric and the silver accessory around him only made him all the more irresistible. Kim Sunwoo knows how to make you swoon, styling his hair lazily with his strands covering his field of view.
Sunwoo makes it known that your stare is invited, loving the attention that his special day gets him. You're looking at him so delicately that his smug confidence falters into a softer look. His lips form a straight line but the moment your eyes meet his, there’s this growing warmth that spreads throughout his chest, an emotion that spreads to you.
“Let's go eat?” With an affirmative hum and a quick peck, Sunwoo lets your body go and links a hand with yours, letting you guide him deeper into his house.
As soon as his eyes take a glance at your work, he's momentarily still. Actually, the whole idea stemmed from that time when you and Sunwoo watched a movie where the main characters wished upon the shooting stars. When you asked Sunwoo if he believed that stars held the power to grant wishes, he just smiled, clasps his hands together and shuts his eyes. The way that Sunwoo’s eyes glimmer at the projection back to you tells you that the moment wasn’t only special to you. He's always found the idea to be a bit innocent, unlike his relationship with you but the fact that you kept it in mind, and how his grip on your hand only tightens, tells everyone that Kim Sunwoo is ready for more.
He daydreams regularly kissing you awake, and how you're the last voice he would hear before falling asleep. How you'll greet him when he opens the door and kisses all over his face. How he’ll be able to spend his money spoiling you instead of only spending it on himself. How you’ll be his number one and how you’ll be his. These thoughts have roamed his head for a very long time and he used to keep it in, hiding it for the sake of not ruining whatever you two have already right now.
But with the way that you would kiss his nape as a greeting whenever he would be sitting down in front of you, or the way you would sit down on his lap and crane his neck up to meet his lips with yours. How the heated sessions would only flare up more when he sneaks his fingers around the band of your bra, and the whole intimacy that you show each other—Kim Sunwoo is undoubtedly in love with you.
Besides the intimacy, it’s the things you do for him. Namely, it’s the view of his house right now and the welcoming scent of his favourite food that you prepared for him. It’s even more precious to Sunwoo as he knows that you do this even when it isn’t a special day. You have done this whenever he would hint how much he misses you and you would show up to mend his tired heart every time. It’s not just the kisses and skin on skin. If you stopped guiding him to his designated chair and looked back at him right now, you would see that lovesick look on his face.
Sunwoo offers to clean up the space whilst you’re cooking but you quickly refuse, saying that he should take a rest, even if it’s for a while. After a few tries, Sunwoo finally listens to you, sitting down where you want him to. He takes this time to admire your decorations, snapping electronic memories of his surroundings and taking extra shots of the wall that seem so much more inviting with the video of falling lights.
His eyes are stuck there, entranced by the view. You see from across the room how he readjusts his position and closes his eyes. Your heart swells with that, keeping the view of his head down slightly as he mouths inaudible words to the stars you projected. When he opened his eyes, you diverted back to dinner, happiness evident on your face at how he appreciated your work.
While you focused on the pan, Sunwoo found a couple of metres gap between you cooking and him sitting on the dining table too far away. So, he took a seat from the kitchen island that separated you two. Soon enough, you pout at the return of the multiple camera sounds behind you, this time louder and clearer. You leave the stove, walking over and leaning over the island to snatch his phone away and Sunwoo mirrored the playful smile on your face.
“Behave,” he knew it worked like a charm when he saw you flustered. Your outreached wrist from your attempt only gets caught up with his and Sunwoo draws you in closer while he leans in to meet you in the middle.
The dim lights overhead set the mood more as they angle the shadows and highlight all the kissable parts of your face and Sunwoo swears he could kiss you all night. You watch the gulp down his throat and his stern eyes drifting to the knobs of the stovetop to turn off the fire. Kim Sunwoo is no longer playful like a minute ago. You’ll admit that he sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach but it didn’t stop the tugging on the corner of your lips. Sunwoo’s eyes widened when you decided to turn off the fire but never went back to him. He lets out an amused scoff at the way you cross your arms over your chest, leaning your back on the free tablespace next to the stove.
His eyes narrow at you, a tongue poking his inner cheek at your sudden surge of confidence, “Now,” you watch him turning his body sideways, walking to the opposite side of the island where you were before. He stays silent for a bit longer, letting you know that a question is coming; and that he wants answers to it. Copying your gesture, Sunwoo leans on the island, observing you closely, “Why's my girl misbehaving today, hm? Shouldn’t you be nice to the birthday boy?”
“You really want me to be ‘nice’?” You shake your head, finding the statement amusing, “You love it when I play with you like this. What's life without a bit of misbehaviour?”
The boy couldn’t even get a word out when you suddenly took a big step towards him. Your palms rest on the edge of the marbled top, caging his figure. You purposely lean into his chest, eyelashes subtly fluttering underneath the still yellow lamp from above. There was no longer a chance that Sunwoo could think straight anymore. Not with the way that just like before, you cradled the underside of his jawline.
However, your hold on him this time is different. It didn’t feel like you were going to pull him and have your kiss marks all over his skin like the way he would never refuse to when you asked. The confused lines between his eyebrows only deepen more when you just keep staring at him with a dazed look in his confused orbs but it’s then that he sees a glimmer of hope for the relationship that you both could share.
It may have been the light or it may have been the reflection of his own eyes or—and this is what he hopes—it’s the glimmer and stars in your eyes that you hold as you look at him at the moment. Sunwoo tries his best to understand your unspoken feelings but his train of thought is cut short when he registers the dollop of coolness on the left side of his jawline.
His breath hitches in his throat when your right hand hooks around his necklace and you latch your lips around the cream on his face. Your tongue swipes the food off his skin, alternating between kitten licks and long swipes. Your left-hand swipes the wall of the metal bowl behind him, trailing down a path that you would soon wipe clean. Sunwoo shudders, his light moan hitting your ear and his little whiny begs encourage you to keep going.
Your breath hitting his skin would normally rile him to put you in your place but all he could do with his lower back digging against the edge of the table is to clench his hands onto your mid-outer thighs to stabilise himself.
“God…” Sunwoo calls out when he opens his eyes to meet your daring ones. “You're so beautiful.”
“Enjoying this?” And he responds with a harsher grip, hands raising and starting to lift your skirt to your upper thighs.
The coolness of the cream, followed by your light alternations of sucking and kissing on his skin, and the way the air cools the area after is perfect and Sunwoo’s head tilts back in satisfaction. Too bad you wouldn't let him because you finished trailing his jawline, stealing a kiss straight to his subtle, hungry lips. The taste of vanilla and the pressure of your lips makes his head light and the room seems like it's spinning. But now, it's his turn and you know it with the way he pushes you away with all the strength he has left in him. He bends down to wrap his arm around your mid-thigh that has crescents of his nail on your skin and he sits you on the countertop and slots himself between your knees.
Sunwoo’s eyes are darker than the night outside but it doesn't fear you at all. You're now the one caged between him but unlike Sunwoo, you knew you didn't have any strength to push him away--nor did you want to. You bite your lower lips when he starts tugging your left sleeve down your shoulder to have more area to work with.
“My turn, baby girl,” metal against marble is heard next to you and Sunwoo uses his pointer and middle fingers to scoop the sweet white.
A smirk comes up his face when you grow visibly weaker for him, your posture faltering underneath his dominating presence. Sunwoo held your chin between his thumb and ring finger and applied a thin layer between your open mouth.
“Take a deep breath for me.” And you did so almost immediately.
You soon find out that a deep breath is needed as Sunwoo not only takes your breath away by covering your mouth with his own but that he multitasks to smear the food all over your neck and collarbone area. Unlike you who preferred things to be more uniform and clean, Sunwoo loves how you squirm and whimper under him with multiple senses. His fingers traced the horizontal line of your collarbones first before he came up and around the side and front of your neck less uniformly; he’s getting impatient now. You soon found out that the skin he exposed earlier wasn’t so that he could have a reason to place his tongue there, he’s just hungry for more of you, wanting to feel every part of you, just like how his tongue pushes against yours.
You find his little huffs of annoyance endearing as he mumbles about how the lack of oxygen has him pulling away from him showing his love. In reality, it was just a few seconds, but every second without you felt like a lifetime to him. He cleans the last bit of cream on his pants and he finally detaches his lips from you.
Sunwoo straightens his posture, looming dominance over your wrecked mind and half-lidded eyes. A hanging weak string of saliva still connects you both in the air for a minute and his right hand wraps around your left forearm in place. You didn’t mind his sticky fingers that started to brush the strands of your hair from the top of your nape. It’s a lovely feeling from the adrenaline he gives you but he raises your heartbeat once more when he plays with the wind to your ears, “Tasting lovely, baby girl.”
Nothing else is said as his lips dive into the sweet trail that he made for himself. Your body reacts to the sudden warmth by pulling away, but his hold on your shoulder reminds you of your place to stay where you are. The same hand reaches to drip on his elbow for mind stabilisation but your free one pushes against the broad of his back. Your legs hook around the back of his thighs to feel him indefinitely closer. It seems like the boy has learnt quickly, especially when it’s from you because just like the way you made him see the stars on the ceiling, he made you see it but with more intensity and brightness.
Sunwoo loves unpredictability over anything, even though he appreciates how you value the opposite. One of the reasons he appreciates it is because he knows what to anticipate next whenever you both feel each other, and he loves the building climax. But you, who is receiving his unpredictableness, can only curse him out whenever he tries something new on the body that he has come to be familiar with. The thrill of your groans and whines makes him feel in control and just like any other time, Sunwoo didn’t hesitate to plant something new on the curve of your neck. You sharply gasp at the way his teeth very lightly plunged into you but whimper louder at how he hollows his cheek on the area. From the corner of your eyes, you see the vein of his neck start to appear with his actions.
“You’re right.” He pulls away slightly to admire a part of him on you before diving again to properly clean your skin. “I do love you like this.”
Your lips are trembling in pleasure too much to string in proper words so you only whine to his acknowledgement. When one side of your neck is clean, he doesn’t bother keeping his touch to himself, briefly swiping anything that he can get on the way to the other side of your neck. Kim Sunwoo drives you crazy and your legs around his body tighten for another attempt to stabilise yourself.
Your jaw slacks when he bites again, this time just a tiny bit stronger as a response to your lower body. He lets you drop your head back, hand still on your nape so that he has control over the area he’s marking and maximises the pleasure that he can give. The tip of his tongue starts to alternate between the sucking and long stripes that you did to him. A satisfied chuckle hits a sensitive part around your collarbone area when Sunwoo feels his shirt further define his pectoral as you clench his fabric in your fist.
Ragged breaths along with a mixture of wet kisses are all that’s bouncing between the four walls—flushed bodies and heated skin press against the two who are afraid to love again. You’re aware of his heart pounding against his chest, knocking on yours to let him in. The closer he travels down to your chest, you’re afraid that he will feel the pounding, afraid that your hidden desires may show through and be overwhelming for him. The meaning behind your clench changes in time and your skin is now littered with a different colour because of his actions. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, exhaling and stepping back to admire his work.
Your chest raises rapidly to account for the lost air, taking advantage of the space now that he’s pulled away. Sunwoo couldn’t help the small chuckle at your pout and he wipes them away by granting you another kiss, palms resting on the edge of the table, trapping you once more. Your noses comically bumped into each other, still lightheaded from before but you enjoy the atmosphere that would always come along after the intensity you poured out to each other. Your legs relax between his figure and both your hands delicately cradle his cheeks.
The realisation strikes again: all you want is him.
Him and everything of him.
The thought of him kissing someone else churns your stomach and makes you green, even though he’s not yours. You didn’t want anyone else cupping his cheek the way you do, and you didn’t want to see anyone else next to you when you opened your eyelids to the song of the morning birds. You want to be greeted by his chest or hairline when he needed comfort the night before. You want his “I love you”s and “I’ll miss you”s even if one of you is just going to another room in the building. You want to be the person that he can always lean on for whatever and whenever. You want him to be the person that you can cry ugly to. The wishes filled your body as you wished he would kiss you like this forever with or without the title that you would love to establish.
You feel the clenching of your heart when you open your eyes with the final pull of the remnants of vanilla, greeted with the shimmering orbs that you’ve fallen in love with. Your eyes are stuck onto the smile lines around his face and he’s entranced with every single part of you, staring at you with the honey dripping from his eyes. The smile you offer him is bashful and slightly tense. Of course, he caught up to that, humming at the sight of your pretty head filled with worries. His thumb glazes upon the apple of your cheeks and you wish he didn’t just so that you could save yourself from heartbreak.
Kim Sunwoo makes you believe that love is worth it; that you’re worth it.
You wish you were more confident to tell him that.
Sunwoo leans his forehead onto yours, eyes planted on your downcasted gaze, “Hey, can I tell you what I wished for at the shooting stars?” and you could only hum back, refusing to look at him. “Can you let me be the only person to touch, hold and kiss you like that?” There was a moment of silence as Sunwoo let you register his words. When it does click, your eyes shoot up to his. A nervous chuckle is what he offers you but he doesn’t plan to take his words back. “It’s okay if you’re not ready. I’ll wait for you. But,” he swallows the anxiety down his throat, letting his face roam around your slightly confused face, “I can't stand the thought of someone else littering kisses all over you other than me.”
It’s genuine.
Kim Sunwoo’s eyes are different than any of the eyes that you once put your trust in.
It’s obvious.
“Jealous?” It was supposed to be more striking and playful but it turned out to be more tiring and insecure.
Again, he caught up to it and decided to carry on the narrative of your words with a careful tone, “You’d be fine with other girls running their tongues all over my face?”
The mention of your past actions started the multiple offences to his chest and the poor boy loves the flustered look on your face, complaints flying out of your mouth. In this moment when you both indulge in the comfortable relationship that you share, your posture relaxes and your hands rest on your laps. Shortly, Sunwoo joins his own there, fingers intertwining between yours and just like how he soothes the heaviness that you hold internally, his thumbs swipe across the back of your hand.
“If you do, I won’t let you off easily, Kim Sunwoo.”
You hope that he realises the real implication behind the words. Sunwoo’s brain buffered a little bit but soon enough, the straight line shape of his lips raised into something more. Along with it, his naturally mischievous personality also raised his eyebrows. “That’s my girl.”
You couldn’t help the giggle at how his face flushed red after, bashful at the effect you had on him. Your fingers brush along the ends of his hair that seems to get in the way of his eyes.
“You should cut them or something.”
“I look hot like this though.”
“You always look hot.”
And there comes little shy Kim Sunwoo once more.
“I-Instead of flirting with me, why don't you grant my other wish instead?”
“Oh yeah?” You lean back on the table, hands behind you for support, “I granted you your wish, shouldn’t you grant mine first before you ask for another one?”
“How about I grant them both at the same time?”
“You don’t even know what I want.”
True.
As much as Kim Sunwoo has been paying attention to you, you’ve always been the girl to never fully express what they want despite the encouragement from your loved ones that they will always stand beside you no matter what. An idea brews in his head when you lean back and he catches the glimpse of the white rays shooting out from the sky behind you. You know with the way that his tongue swipes along his bottom lip, mouth slightly agape that he’s up to no good.
His hand leaves the marble you’re on, drawing closer to the side of your thigh to your waist. Innocently, he displays his big, round eyes to you and his actions contradict them heavily. A few of his fingers slip past not only the waistband of your skirt but also the fabric underneath it. You thought he would stop his ministrations there but his other hand traces the same path on the other side of your body, this time however even though his hand did not go under the underband, the clip behind clicks open.
“You can’t wish for anything until I show you the stars."
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✦ Day 26 - Corruption
⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Pervy! Bestfriend Sunwoo x innocent!reader
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.4K
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), corruption kink, slight manipulation (if you squint, don't read if triggering), dry humping, unprotected sex, a very pervy and kinda possessive sunwoo, ass grabbing, pet name (sweetheart, baby), let me know if I missed anything!
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: had to change the whole theme and plot for this one since I really couldn’t think at all on how to write it out BUT I still hope you like it! Wish I had more time to write it out better but here we are. This was also a combination of 3 asks that I haven't gotten to answering so here it is 😮💨 Proofread once
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Sunwoo loved touching you.
The way your soft hands would hold his, how you would lean your head on his shoulder, the feeling your body pressed up against his as he embraced you, he loved it all.
He loved it a little too much actually. So much to the point he thought about wanting to touch you in other places he shouldn’t be touching.
It was wrong, he knew that. But he couldn’t help himself.
He’d been dying to get his hands on you ever since you’ve become friends. But it was hard when your were such a sweet innocent little thing. He didn’t want to scare you off if he suddenly did it.
Sunwoo had to find a way to touch you. But how?
Suddenly, he remembered that it was your birthday coming up. And by coincidence he also happen to stumble upon an ad on his phone that made him grin from ear to ear.
He was gonna finally have his way with you.
“Come out sweetheart, let me see.”
“But Sunwoo I’m shy… are you sure this is okay?”
“As long as it’s on you I’m sure it’ll look beautiful I promise” You hear his muffled reassurance from behind the bathroom door.
When your best friend he had a surprise for you on your birthday you were not expecting this kind of gift at all…
You take a look at yourself for a moment, soaking in how your soft body looks covered in this really pretty laced lingerie set. He doesn’t even hide the fact that the tent in his pants are twitching just seeing you like this.
You took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled before opening the door to reveal your barely covered body.
“Sweetheart… you look fucking gorgeous.” Sunwoo says, soaking every inch of your body as he looks at you up and down. Your cheeks start to grow warm from the way he looks at you.
“Come here, I wanna take a closer look.” He motions you with his hand. You try to shield your body with your arms as you walk towards him sitting on the edge of your bed.
Sunwoo grabs you by the wrists and pulls you to straddle his lap, one hand tracing the patterned laced on your bra as the other hand rests on your lower back.
Your breath hitches at his bulge slightly nudging your core, making you feel something strange growing at the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck just look at you… I could almost eat you up-” His hands now slowly roaming your body, trying to make you ease into his touch.
When he shifts his position for a moment, you feel his bulge nudge you again. You let out a very faint whimper by accident, eyes growing wide from embarrassment.
But all you could see was Sunwoo’s mischievous smirk, knowing exactly what you’re feeling at this moment.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He holds your chin up to look into your eyes as his other hand starts massaging your ass.
“C’mon, you can always tell me.” He whispers.
“I feel k-kinda weird...” You whisper back.
“Where does it feel weird? Point it out to me-” He asks. You start to become shy at first, wondering if this is something your best friend should even know about. You slowly move your hand to direct his gaze at your core.
“Oh, I see. So… if I move you like this-” Sunwoo places both hands on your waist and pulls you forward, making your core rub against his bulge once again. You gasp at the feeling as it nudges your core even deeper.
“Y-yeah. I don’t know what it is.” You look at him with worried eyes.
“Sweetheart, it’s not a weird feeling at all. It should feel good… Does it feel good for you?” He continues to slowly rock your hips back and forth, making you nod your head as you bite your bottom lip.
“You wanna know something?” He asks. You tilt your head slightly curiously.
“It feels really good for me too…” He groans, pushing your hips down to make you grind on him further. You moan at the sensation it brings you, even the way Sunwoo’s strong hands hold you down.
As Sunwoo continues to help you grind yourself onto his crotch, you can’t help but stare at his plump lips. Without thinking, you impulsively peck them. Your eyes grow wide as you just realized what you’ve done.
“Sunwoo I- I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” your apology is cut off as he kisses you back. His lips attacking yours aggressively as he moves your hips faster.
You pull away from him for a moment, trying to catch your breath as he leans forward to kiss your chest.
“Sunwoo wait-” He doesn’t listen as he licks and sucks the top of your breasts.
“We can’t. T-this is something only boyfriends do-” Now that phrase is what gets him to stop.
“But friends can do this too sweetheart, didn’t you know?” He looks at you like it’s a well known fact.
“And it’s even better because I'm your best friend. Best friends are supposed to help each other right?” He pouts as he rubs circles on the dips of your hips.
“Y-yes…” You stutter. Still worried that what you feel for him might drive him away.
“And it looks like we both have a problem down there. I can help us both. Do you trust me?” You feel his bulge growing harder as you nod in response.
“I’ll make you feel good sweetheart, I promise. Just keep this between us okay?” He kisses you before unbuckling his pants to lower them enough to his knees.
He wastes no time pushing your hips down again on his hard bulge, the friction of his covered cock nudging your sensitive bud is even more pleasurable as the layers of clothing between you have lessened.
“Feels s-so good…” You mindlessly mumble as pleasure takes over your senses.
Sunwoo’s hands grab your ass harshly, making you whine from the slight sting but it turns you on even more. You moan his name as you feel an unfamiliar sensation growing in your abdomen.
“That’s it sweetheart, use my cock.” He groans.
Your hips roll on their own as they move faster, trying to reach that peak you’re desperately craving. He crashes his lips onto yours, tongues moving together so erotically.
You don’t even have time to process what’s going on until you suddenly hit your orgasm, making you bite his bottom lip out of impulse.
“Fuck I need to be inside you right now. Can I? Fuck- please let me fuck you-” He moans.
“But is that oka-”
“As long as we’re helping each other right?” He asks, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.
“O-okay. Just… it won’t hurt right?” You look at him with worried eyes.
“Just a little, but it will feel so good. Gonna fill you up so good sweetheart I promise-” He fumbles as he slightly lifts his hips to pull down his boxers, kicking them to the side as he pulls your panties to the side. Your mouth waters at the sight of his leaking cock, eager to know how it will feel inside in a few moments.
Sunwoo helps you lift your hips, tugging at the base of his member as he aligns himself at your entrance before slowly lowering you down.
You start to feel the head stretch out your walls, whining at the pain as he bottoms out into you. He gives you a moment to adjust before he slowly grabs your waist again to drag your hips back and forth as his cock gliding inside your tight walls.
“I-feel so full-” You whine, wrapping your arms around his neck as you try to roll your hips yourself.
“Doing so good sweetheart.” Sunwoo kisses your neck.
“Fuck- gonna ruin you for everyone else. Got that? After this I can only fuck you-” He growls in your ear, slapping your ass as he bites your earlobe. You nod in response.
He wraps his arms around your waist and thrusts himself up into you. Pounding his member so deep that you practically feel all of him.
“Gonna make you mine baby. All mine.” He groans against your lips.
All the sensations happening at the moment numb your head, feeling yourself drift away to the point you don’t even realize you’re cumming on his cock, moaning his name like a prayer.
You thank him profusely. You don’t even know why you’re thanking him but you do. He smirks at you as he caresses your cheek and leaves a kiss on your forehead,
“That’s what friends are for…”
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CYBER SEX
PAIRING eric sohn x f!reader x kim sunwoo
WORD COUNT 3.11k
GENRES smut yktv
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, this is Literally Porn With Plot, gamer!eric, gamer!sunwoo, i’m so sorry but sunwoo is a bitchless loser incel until he’s not a bitchless loser incel, eric has Game literally and figuratively, jealous sunwoo 🤭, exhibitionism, voyeurism, phone/video call sex?, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, unprotected sex, going at it on eric’s gamer chair 💪 , a good amount of praise, degradation (the words dumb and slut) 🫨, soft dom!eric, mean? dom!sunwoo, sunwoo is a little mean at one point but i’m not apologizing 😁👍, pet name princess is used, creampie 🥸, sunwoo is an idiot, lmk if i missed anything!
SUMMARY eric is determined to show his best friend the benefits of having a girlfriend.
MORE hey… LMFOAOOO so i ended up finishing this in like… a day… 😭 what can i say ?1?1!1? when i have an idea, i Must stick with it <3 ANYWAY i got the inspiration for this after watching eric’s wv live on 09/25/23 and thus it has consumed my every waking thought since then ajejfwjdnen also shout out to reese to feeding my delusions and another shout out to doja cat for having the most out of pocket songs and titles bc she came in clutch fr 🤞 pls reblog if u enjoyed! i’m exhausted! (also this is not beta’d bc everyone was asleep and i also had to go to sleep so if there are any errors pls lmk)
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“Eric.”
Silence. You hear nothing but the sound of his keyboard clacking and his mouse clicking under his fingers from where he sits at his desk. You exhale through your nose, rolling your eyes.
“Eric Sohn.”
Again, you’re given nothing to work with. He curses under his breath, something about him being outnumbered and needing a cover. You don’t even know what game he’s playing, just that he’s been playing it for over an hour. You’re starting to get annoyed.
What kind of boyfriend tells his girlfriend to come over and then plays his stupid online game instead of talking to her?
When you get out of a long day of work, you just want to relax. You don’t want to lay on your boyfriend’s bed all by yourself, forced to watch him play a game you didn’t care for, much less understand. You burn holes into the back of his head when he starts swearing at the screen, hovering over his chair and leaning closer to the PC.
“Youngjae!”
That finally catches his attention, pushing one side of his headset off so he can hear better. He keeps his eyes on the screen but turns his head towards you, humming in response. “What’s up, baby?”
“Is your girlfriend there?”
“Yeah dude, shut up.”
You recognize the other voice as belonging to his best friend, Kim Sunwoo. Your lips form a pout and you flop backward on his bed. “I’m bored. And I wanna cuddle.”
“After this round, I promise.” He smiles at you, returning his focus to the match he was in. His fingers move quickly on the same four backlit keys, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in concentration. From your perspective, it just looked like his character was running aimlessly. (Apparently he had an agenda.)
“Bruh, you said we were gonna play until we won one.” Sunwoo complains. Your mouth forms a scowl. No wonder the guy was still bitchless. He had no concept of how girlfriends were maintained.
“I’m gonna kick your ass.” Your boyfriend says into the mic, tone monotone and no mirth behind the words. You know he wasn’t trying to be intimidating, but it kind of turns you on to see him so focused, his jaw slightly tensed and his bottom lip now between his teeth.
It had been about a week since you last did anything sexual, and you think that paired with your mind numbing work day was the cause for your sudden rush of hormones. You’d think dating a gamer would mean he wasn’t skilled in the sexy department, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. If anything, being so adept with his fingers made him that much better than the average person. Eric’s eyes narrow when he sees a group of players in the distance.
“Dude, back me up. We can take them, we can take them,” he commands, sitting back down at the same time he starts shooting at the other characters. Sunwoo’s comes into view on the other side of the monitor, also firing at the group of maybe four.
With a lazy sigh, you stand from his bed, sitting yourself on the edge of his desk. He offers you a small smile before resuming the intense gameplay he was engaged in. You cross your legs not so subtly due to his appearance, his hair falling into his eyes and his brows knitted together. You wanted him so bad right now. Fucking Kim Sunwoo would pay for being a cockblock.
You nudge his knee with your foot, silently whining in hopes he gets the hint. He holds a finger up to you, leaning into the monitor again. You know what they say; if you want something done, you gotta do it yourself.
You perch yourself on his lap, grinning in sweet victory when his expression falters and he accidentally releases the mouse from his grip. The momentary distraction is enough for his character to get killed, the screen flashing to showcase Sunwoo’s character’s point of view. Eric’s shoulders sag and he gives you a pointed look. You simply bat your eyelashes at him, lips curling into an innocent simper.
“What the fuck, Eric? You said we could take them.”
“My fault,” he apologizes, reclining in his seat and wrapping an arm around your waist as he watches Sunwoo. “You got this, bro.”
Right as he says that, his character also dies, the monitor reading ‘Match Over’ almost instantaneously. He shares an amused snort with you upon jinxing his best friend, one of his hands rubbing up and down your bare thigh. You can hear Sunwoo cussing him out through his headset. Eric winces, unplugging it from the headphone jack so his friend’s grievances weren’t directly in his ears.
“—And it’s all because you can’t keep your dick in your pants, you fucking horndog.”
You snicker at that, slapping a hand over your mouth when you realize that it might’ve been a little too loud. Eric shakes his head at the other male’s irritation. From where he stood, it sounded a whole lot like jealousy rather than anger. The guy really needed to get laid before gaming consumed him entirely and he stayed a loser incel for the rest of his life. Eric was lucky enough to have you in his corner.
“What’s so funny, Y/N?”
“You,” you shrug even if he can’t see it. “I think it’s kinda comical that you’re mad Eric gets pussy. You should take notes, Kim.”
Your boyfriend bursts into uncontrollable laughter, squeezing your thigh gently. You can hear Sunwoo sputter over your words, stumbling and stuttering every time he opens his mouth to speak. You’ve rendered him speechless, because you’re right. He is jealous that Eric has a girlfriend.
If it were any other girl, he doesn’t think he’d give a shit. But it was you. He wasn’t envious of the fact that his best friend was cuffed and he wasn’t. He was envious of the fact that he had you.
Something that doesn’t get brought up a lot, is how Sunwoo actually introduced you to Eric. He knew you first. Naturally, he thought that his tiny crush on you would blossom into something greater, especially because you saw each other twice a week. You were lab partners for Gen Chem and you became friends outside of class pretty quickly. He didn’t think he was terrible looking, and his personality wasn’t that bad either, so he hoped you might’ve been into him too.
And then you met Eric. God, he should’ve known bringing you together was a horrible idea. His best friend was not only extremely handsome, but also quite the flirt and a little too friendly. You were hooked from the get go. Sunwoo really shouldn’t have been that surprised when the two of you started dating.
That didn’t mean it didn’t suck though, having you constantly ask about Eric during your lab and slowly watching you distance yourself the closer you grew to him. It explained why you were so comfortable shitting on his lack of relationship experience, because once upon a time, you were something he could confide in. It was actually sort of hilarious that you were the same reason why he lacked said experience.
Now it’s been over a year and he still doesn’t think he could ever fully get over you.
“Damn, Sunwoo, you really just got your ass handed to you.”
The older of the two males deadpans at his screen, despite knowing neither of you can see him. But now that he’s been backed into a corner, all he can do is save face. “Having a girlfriend is the least of my worries.”
Eric hums, unconvinced. “Maybe I just have to show you what you’re missing out on.”
You turn in his lap, raising an eyebrow. What the hell did he mean by that?
Luckily for you, you don’t have to wonder for much longer. He clicks on his and Sunwoo’s chat in the bottom taskbar, pressing the video call button and allowing it to ring for a few seconds. This gives you the smallest idea of what he has in mind, and deep, deep down, you’re excited by the thought.
Sunwoo answers after the fourth ring, his face appearing in its own window on Eric’s monitor, pouty lips formed in a straight line and headset hidden under his hoodie. He looks sexy like that, in his element. You would never admit that out loud though. He was too attractive for his own good. He didn’t even know what to do with the beauty bestowed on him, resorting to being a gamer who holed himself away in his apartment.
“What am I supposedly missing out on then?” He finally says, and even with the not-so-stellar quality of his video, you recognize that dark look in his eyes. It has you shifting uncomfortably on Eric’s lap, desperate for some friction.
“Well first of all,” your boyfriend starts, brushing your hair behind your shoulder and sneaking a hand under the t-shirt of his you were wearing. “You should cut your losses now. Because no one could ever be better than my precious, Y/N.”
You crane your neck to the side, giving his lips access to your skin. He starts to pepper gentle kisses along the side, making eye contact with you in the smaller window that reflects yourself. Your mouth parts with a sigh when he reaches that sensitive spot just below your ear, and again when he nips at the juncture where it meets your shoulder.
It’s hard to focus on anything but Sunwoo’s expression and the way his jaw clenches upon not being able to touch you himself. And fuck, if Eric wasn’t right. He could never truly find anyone better than you. This was the closest he’d ever get to the real deal.
“You gonna be a good girl for Sunwoo, baby?” Eric murmurs into your ear, nibbling the lobe as his hand travels further up your shirt to palm your bare breast. You merely nod, a small whine escaping your lips when his thumb grazes your peaked nipple.
“Are you seriously about to fuck your girlfriend in front of me?” His best friend asks, voice a bit strained. The concept of you naked in just his head was enough to have him creaming his pants like a goddamn high schooler. But actually getting to see it with his own eyes? Getting to see your face when you orgasm? He doesn’t think he has the mental strength.
“Do you not want me to?” Eric slips his free hand between your legs, pushing your panties to the side. “I can easily end this call and keep this all to myself.”
Your boyfriend takes his silence as an answer, continuing to pleasure you. He helps you pull off the t-shirt, exposing your chest to both him and his best friend. Sunwoo holds his breath, leaning back into his gaming chair with his bottom lip between his teeth. You raise one of your legs, placing your foot on Eric’s knee to give him a clearer view of what’s going on with your lower half.
Eric holds the thin material of your underwear out of the way, languidly thrusting his ring and middle fingers into your hole. You rest your head on his shoulder with a low moan, observing Sunwoo’s different reactions, though he tries to mask them. Even he knows he’s doing a shitty job, because how could any sane person not lose their mind perceiving what he is.
“Need more,” you whimper, tongue darting out to swipe across your lips. “I need more, please…”
“Well, since you asked so kindly,” Eric grins against the side of your head, kissing your temple as he adds a third finger and begins to circle your clit with his thumb. “How could I say no to you, princess?”
The stretch burns slightly, but not too much that it distracts from how good you feel. You half wished your boyfriend suggested this a long time ago. Having someone else’s eyes on you while he fucked you open with his fingers just added more fuel to the fire, rousing the squelching sound your pussy made. The fact that it happened to be Kim Sunwoo just made the experience that much thrilling.
Your heavy eyes glance back to the screen, getting a glimpse of his entranced face. It took everything in him to bite his cheek and keep his mouth shut, longing to extend an arm through his PC and put his own hands all over you. You looked so hot, legs splayed open so he had a perfect view of Eric’s fingers scissoring in and out of your cunt.
“Please, Eric…” You plead. For what? You’re not sure yourself.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Want you to fuck me for real,” you attempt to meet his fingers, telling him all he needs to know.
He grabs your jaw and turns you to face him so he can kiss you, lips moving against yours so softly you might melt in the palms of his hands. You aid him with ridding his pants and his briefs, shoving them down to his ankles so he can kick them off. Your mouth nearly waters, having missed his cock in the past week you’d been apart.
You take a hold of the edge of his desk, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he slips the tip of his dick into the warmth of your cunt. A drawn out whine bubbles up from your throat, risking a look at Sunwoo. He’s still, legs manspread and arms crossed over his chest. By the time Eric’s bottomed out, you’re no longer coherent, brain jumbled.
Your boyfriend begins to move after allowing you to adjust to the fullness of his cock sheathed to the hilt in you. You sit back on him, practically cradling his head as he leisurely fucks you. In spite of him moving without a rush, you can feel all of him, so deep inside of you, you think you could faint.
“You’re— oh god— Eric…” you moan, unable to formulate a comprehensive sentence.
He chuckles lowly, the sound reverberating along your spine. “Don’t forget to include our guest, baby.”
“T-Take off your pants, Sun,” your tone wavers, vision cutting in and out as Eric’s pace increases. “Wanna see you get yourself off…”
Sunwoo groans, covering his face and dragging his hand down to his mouth. He’d barely put his dick inside of you and you already looked so fucked out. He wants to follow through with your wishes, but how can he with your boyfriend right there? Then again, it was Eric’s idea to do this and he did have you spread out in front of him. He needed to act fast, for this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
He pushes his sweatpants and underwear down mid thigh, freeing his painfully hard cock. He doesn’t have it in him to be embarrassed by the pearl of precum that’s sitting pretty on his slit, using his thumb to smear it around his tip. You mewl, digging your nails in the armrest of Eric’s chair and tugging at his hair.
Your boyfriend’s best friend grabs the base of his dick hesitantly, sighing when it brings momentary relief. He starts to jerk the shaft, twisting his wrist and pumping his hand up and down. He feels so much lighter, like a part of his guilty conscience had just been lifted from his chest. He didn’t have to feel so ashamed of jerking himself off to the thought of you now that he’d been given permission to do so. And in front of you, nonetheless.
“Fucking look at you,” Sunwoo all but growls, fist wrapped tightly around his cock as he bucks up into his hand, head falling back with a groan. “Nothing but talk, aren’t you? Getting off to the loser watching you get fucked like a dumb slut.”
You moan loudly, keeping your hooded eyes on his video. Eric tightens his grip around your hips, holding you in place as he fucks up into you almost brutally, face buried into the crook of your neck. You feel insane, Sunwoo’s degradation inching you closer and closer to your sweet release.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Eric coos, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulders. “Taking me so fucking well, like the good girl you are.”
The contrast between the two males’ approach has your head spinning. On one hand, you had your doting boyfriend and his endless praise. The thought of impressing him always multiplied the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You wanted to do anything and everything to keep him satisfied. On the other hand, you had Sunwoo and the string of near insults he kept hurling at you. Something about him calling you demeaning names while still fucking his own fist at the sight of you had those butterflies going rampant.
“I’m— shit— I’m so s-so close,” you babble, reaching down to rub ovular motions into your already sensitive clit.
Sunwoo didn’t think he’d last long from the second he touched himself, so he can’t imagine what will happen when he takes in you orgasming. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the bitter metal-like flavor of the red fluid as his hand speeds up.
“Cum for me, princess,” Eric groans in your ear, fingers sliding down to help you apply more pressure to your clit. “Cum all over my cock for Sunwoo.”
You wail as you hit your climax, toes curling and back arching into your boyfriend’s chest. Your walls squeeze around his dick, triggering his own release. He paints the inside of your cunt with sticky white ropes and a grunt, plugging you up as your breathing regulates and your body stops shaking. You both gaze through the monitor as his cum starts to leak out of you, your pussy filled with so much that you’re surprised he didn’t pass out.
Sunwoo follows after that, coating his hands and thighs in his own ejaculation. He sits there for a minute, eyes closed as he process what the fuck just happened. Once the fogginess of the moment subsided, he feels his heart rate spike. Now that he knows what you look and sound like, how could he ever see you the same?
“Uh, woah that’s crazy, someone’s calling me. Gotta go, bye!” He lies, ending the call before either you or Eric can properly register his words. He reclines in his chair with a pinch of the bridge of his nose.
There was no going back from this.
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Genre: smut Words: 4.882 Prompt: fratboy Sunwoo x fem. reader
Warnings: sub Sunwoo, dom reader, cameo of drunk Eric, oral (m & f receiving), unsafe sex, under-negotiated kink, marking (hickeys), cum eating (m), subdrop (kind of), aftercare, Sunwoo is very needy, Sunwoo is a good boy, Sunwoo goes sort of non-verbal he's so fucked out
A/N: After the most stressful 3 days of my entire life (this is a joke), I present to you: THIS. I don't know how this happened, I just looked at Sunwoo and it awoke something within me.
Special thanks to my cheerleader @starlitmark who always had great words of encouragement and got me through this <3
Not betaed - rip.
You didn’t quite remember how you got here - One moment you were admiring the plush lips of a guy with an almost boyish charm from across the living room of a frat house, the music so loud you could barely hear your own thoughts, only to be roped into playing spin the bottle by your friend Eric to then be locked away in the pantry for seven minutes with said guy with plush lips minutes later.
“I didn’t quite catch your name,” you broke the slightly awkward silence between the two of you in the dark room after Eric’s cackling had died down once he had locked the door. “Sunwoo,” he answered and judging by the sound, he took another swing from his beer. Your eyes hadn’t fully adjusted to the darkness, so you were only really able to see his silhouette leaning against the cabinet.
“You haven’t done this before, right?” You giggled as you inched closer to him, carefully slotting your body against his so you wouldn’t startle him. “We have seven minutes in here,” Sunwoo replied, his breath hitching when you took the can of beer from his hand and carelessly put it on one of the shelves so you could place his hand on your waist instead. “Mhmm,” you hummed and placed your hands on his chest to feel his muscles beneath the damned compression shirt he was wearing, “It’s probably just five-ish minutes left by now.” “Then we should make use of that time,” he concluded, tightening his grip on your waist before leaning in, his breath fanning over your lips but never connecting them, giving you an out if you didn’t want to.
But oh - how did you want to know how his plush lips felt on your body.
“Yeah, we should,” you agreed before closing the gap between you in a gentle kiss to his pillowy soft lips. The first few kisses were almost chaste, both of you just testing the waters but when Sunwoo let out a little sigh, a shiver rolled down your spine and you just had to gently sink your teeth into his lower lip. “Fuck,” he cursed, one of his hands finding your jaw so he could angle it to deepen the kiss as well as pushing you harder against his body so you could feel his heart hammering inside his chest.
When he licked at the seam of your lips, you easily opened up for him, matching his hunger for more, greedy to lick the cheap beer from his tongue. Enticed by the little sounds of pleasure Sunwoo let out, you let your hands roam his body, mapping out the strong build of his muscles before burying your hands in his thick hair and pulling.
With a gasp and a wet smack of your lips, you broke the kiss, both of you panting loudly. Now that your eyes had adjusted to the dark, the small strip of light coming from beneath the door was enough to see how wet and swollen Sunwoo’s lips had become and how you had destroyed his meticulously styled hair. He looked - for a lack of a better word - thoroughly fucked out already which made you dizzy with power. The high-pitched whine he let out when he tried to kiss you again but you held him back with the grip you still had on his hair only aroused you further, a dark chuckle slipping past your lips.
“Say please,” you whispered right against his lips. “Please,” Sunwoo immediately repeated, his voice small and needy and his eyes pleading. “Good boy,” you praised him, swallowing the moan that ripped from his throat with another filthy kiss, not a care in the world about how sloppy the kiss turned with both of your neediness. Neither of your hands could stay still, tugging on your clothes, raking through your hair, trying to get the other to release more sounds of pleasure.
You were so close to unbuckling his belt there and then, already addicted to how his skin felt beneath your fingertips when the door to the pantry suddenly burst open and a slightly more drunk than before Eric loudly yelled “Yooooo, time’s up, lovebirds” while he obnoxiously wiggled his eyebrows.
Slowly you pulled your hands from beneath Sunwoo’s shirt, keeping your nails on his skin in hopes of getting another reaction out of him but he was frozen in place, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Hey,” you gently called out to him, taking a step back.
“Bro, no way,” Eric suddenly burst out laughing which was what finally got Sunwoo to move, a deep blush spreading on his cheeks. Before you could grasp what was happening, he pushed past you and out of the pantry, shoving a still giggling Eric out of the way.
“What was that about?” You asked, still confused. “Bro,” Eric began, wrapping an arm around you and heavily leaning his weight onto you, “Dude, he got hard from just a little making out.” “You’re drunk.” “Dude, I know what a boner looks like.” “So you enjoy looking at other men’s crotches and their boners?” That made Eric sputter and choke on his own spit. “That’s not-“ “But that’s what it sounded like,” you singsonged, plucking his drink from his hands and dunking the contents into the kitchen sink. He had enough for now.
“Bro, I’m just telling you-“ “So what? I could probably get you hard in less than seven minutes as well.” To that, Eric didn’t have a proper rebuttal, his mouth opening and closing like he was a fish out of water.
“Now tell me, which room is his?”
Up where the guys’ rooms were, the music wasn’t as loud as it was downstairs, only the heavy bass permeating the walls and floor. Without knocking, you opened the last door to the left which Eric had let you know led to Sunwoo’s room. To his luck, he hadn’t been lying and Sunwoo was lying on his messy bed, staring at the ceiling, only looking up when he heard the lock of the door clicking shut.
“Guests are not supposed to be up here,” he simply said with a monotone voice, turning his dark eyes back to the ceiling, “There’s a sign at the stairs.” “I saw. I can leave if you want me to.”
But Sunwoo never told you to leave - as a matter of fact - he didn’t say anything. Giving him time to sort out what was going on inside his head, you looked around his room. It was nothing special albeit tidier than you had expected from a fratboy. Before you could snoop and figure out what books were scattered over his desk between a half-eaten bowl of ramen, Sunwoo sat up on his bed, planting his feet on the little rug next to it.
“I-“ he started but didn’t follow through, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. “Take your time,” you tried to encourage him, closing the distance between you to stand between his legs so you could tilt his chin up to meet his beautiful eyes. For a little while you got lost in each other’s eyes before Sunwoo broke the eye contact to study his jeans instead, picking at some loose threads.
“Hey,” you called him out gently, placing your hand on his cheek to guide his face to look up at you again. With a deep sigh, words finally tumbled from Sunwoo’s lips: “Listen, I’m sorry for running. I just- I got embarrassed. Like who gets hard just from some kissing?” Despite his clear frustration with himself and being embarrassed, Sunwoo leaned into your touch, letting his eyes flutter closed.
“I’d be more offended if you didn’t,” you admitted softly, gently caressing his face. At that, Sunwoo’s eyes shot wide open. “What?” “I liked what happened down there too,” you simply said in lieu of an answer as you straddled his lap, your knees bracketing his hips. “I think I like you,” you added with a sultry lilt in your voice, “And how you react to me.”
To prove your point, you moved your thumb to Sunwoo’s lips, gently putting pressure until he parted them to take your thumb in his mouth and to curl his tongue around the digit, never breaking the heavy eye contact.
“Just like that,” the praise easily fell from your lips when he let his mouth fall open as you pressed down on his tongue. “What are you doing to me?” He whispered once his mouth was free again. “Anything you want me to,” you promised, carding your other hand through his hair to gather the locks at the back to force his head back, giving you a gorgeous view of his stretched-out neck that begged to be decorated by your kisses.
Leaning in, you heard Sunwoo suck in a breath through his teeth that he released shakily when you pressed your lips to his fluttering pulse, slowly connecting it to his jaw and to his ear with a row of kisses.
“What do you want?” You rasped. “Kiss me?” “Say it with please.” “Kiss me please.”
This time, there was no build-up. No testing the waters or chaste kisses leading up to more open-mouthed kisses. No, this time, your lips met with desperation from the get-go and Sunwoo greedily swallowed the surprised sound you let out before you were able to match his pace, using the grip you still had on his hair and a hand on his jaw to steady yourself, very thankful that he had your waist in a vice-grip so you wouldn’t topple over.
“You drive me crazy,” he rasped when you parted for air, nudging your head back so he could lick a filthy stripe up your jaw before he nipped at your skin, not quite hard enough to leave lasting marks but the promise alone was enough to have your head spinning. “You can mark me,” you sighed and pushed Sunwoo’s bangs from his eyes in a way too tender manner so you could see them widen in shock before they fell closed again when he busied his mouth with sucking hickeys into your skin.
Letting your hands roam again, you slipped them beneath his tight shirt to feel his skin again, raking your nails down the divots of his abs. You could feel his groan more than you actually heard it, muffled against the skin of your throat. “Get this thing off,” you demanded, grabbing the edge of his shirt and wrestling it over his head, revealing miles of smooth skin and collar bones that were simply made to sink your teeth into. “You too,” Sunwoo whispered, adding a desperate “please” when you didn’t immediately do so.
“Good boy,” the praise dripped from your lips like the sweetest honey so you could revel in the shudder that went through Sunwoo at the pet name. With a confident grin on your face, you pulled your shirt over your head as well, leaving you in just your bra. “Beautiful,” Sunwoo mumbled absent-mindedly, his hands hovering in the air before he put them on your waist again, squeezing as if to remind himself that you were real. “Yeah, you are,” you agreed, pressing your palm flat to the middle of his chest to push him back down onto the mattress. Before he could protest, you pressed a kiss to his sternum, slowly making your way up his chest, only shortly getting sidetracked by the subtle muscle.
Despite your efforts, none of Sunwoo’s heavenly sounds of pleasure reached your ears, so when you checked on him, you saw that he had buried his teeth in his bottom lip to muffle his sounds.
“Let me hear you,” you asked softly, pressing a kiss just over his heart. “It’s embarrassing,” he whined, hiding his face in his hands. “It’s not,” you promised, straightening up so you could kiss his hands to coax them away from his face, “I like hearing what makes you feel good.” “I- I like- Mark me? Just not-“ “Not where everyone can see?” You finished the sentence for him. “Mhm,” he nodded, “Words are hard.” “Yeah?” You couldn’t help but giggle fondly, so endeared by Sunwoo’s way of speaking in pout that you had no choice but to kiss him again, softer this time. “Squeeze my hand then. Once for yes and twice for no,” you suggested, intertwining your fingers with his that he immediately squeezed once.
Swallowing down the urge to coo at him, you instead pressed a feather-light kiss to his lips, teasing him when he chased after the feeling with a quick peck.
Ignoring his displeased grumbling, you instead kissed from the corner of his mouth down to his jaw, his throat and his collarbones where you finally gave in to the urge to bite him. And finally, you got to hear Sunwoo moan again. Little sighs and deep groans blurred together in a beautiful symphony as you decorated his skin in red and purple petals in the shape of your lips. “Please,” he pressed out when you finally let up to admire your handiwork, meanly pressing your thumb into a particularly dark spot right beneath his collarbone just to hear his breath hitch and make him squirm beneath you, which in turn shifted your attention to another area when he started rolling his hips against your body.
“Right here?” You asked sickenly sweet as you let your hand trail down his torso, playfully tapping his belt before cupping him over his pants. Instead of answering or squeezing your other hand for a yes, Sunwoo instead rolled his hips up harder, his mouth hanging open and his eyes squeezed shut.
“Should we take these off?” This time, Sunwoo seemed to remember what you had established as a yes and he immediately squeezed your hand hard. “Yeah?” You giggled, earling another squeeze and a pleading look from his big, dark eyes. “Okay,” you mouthed, letting go of his hand so you could make quick work of his belt and pull his jeans as well as his briefs off of his narrow hips.
The moment his clothes hit the floor, Sunwoo was already squirming, his hips chasing friction that was no longer there. “So needy,” you smiled, trailing your fingers from his knees to the inside of his toned thighs, feeling how the muscles worked beneath the skin to not close his legs. “Good boy.” Sunwoo only responded to the praise with another needy whine, his hips lifting off the bed. Smiling, you crawled back up the bed, keeping your eyes on his pleading ones as you pressed your lips to the skin of his pelvis, right next to where his cock lay hard against his skin.
With scrambling hands, Sunwoo interlaced your fingers again, squeezing them tightly. “Try to stay still for me, okay?” You asked with another kiss, this time near the base of his cock which ripped another groan from his lips, sounding almost frustrated. But nevertheless, he squeezed your hand again once and that was all the confirmation you needed to lick a stripe from the base of his cock all the way up to the flushed and glistening tip, welcoming the tangy taste of his precum on your tongue.
“Pleeease, please, please,” Sunwoo whispered almost like a mantra, his head thrown back and his dark hair fanned out around him like some sort of tainted halo.
With a fond smile on your lips, you squeezed his hand once before taking the sensitive tip between your lips, reveling in the low moan Sunwoo let out. Slowly you took in more of his length, building up a torturous rhythm and keeping your cheeks hollowed on the upstroke, never forgetting to pay extra attention to the head of his cock: Running your tongue along the crown or toying with the slit until the taste of precum was strong on your tongue.
“More, please. Faster. I- I need-“ With an obscene pop, you let Sunwoo’s cock fall from your lips and let it slap against his skin with a wet sound. “Please,” he pleaded again when you didn’t say anything, simply enjoying the power you had over him as you traced a vein on the underside of his cock before rubbing your pointer finger around the head. “More?” “Wanna cum,” Sunwoo pouted and gods did he look both adorable and like sin personified. “And what about me, hm?” You asked lowly, climbing up the bed so you could see eye to eye again and watch how his blown-out eyes widened.
Just when you thought he was about to blurt out an apology, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, stroking him in a tight fist and effectively shutting him up, broken moans tumbling past his lips instead of words.
“Hm? Baby? What about me?” “Any- Hah- Anything- Fuck- Anything you want,” Sunwoo managed to press out between sounds of pleasure as you quickened your pace, twisting your palm around the sensitive head before stroking his length again. “You think you can fuck me, baby? Make me cum on your cock?” Forgoing his words again, Sunwoo just squeezed your hand again and vigorously nodded his head. “Are you sure?” You teased, halting in your movements to jerk him off. “Show me, baby. Show me how you’d fuck me.”
With a broken whine and his eyes squeezed shut again, Sunwoo did as you asked, slowly rolling his hips up before he quickened his pace and fucked into your hand with short strokes, chasing the loose friction of your hand. “Inside, please,” he panted, forcing his eyes to meet your heated gaze again, “Want it.”
“Kiss me first,” you demanded and Sunwoo didn’t waste a single second, crashing your lips together and eagerly licking the taste of his own precum from your tongue. While you tried to match his overeager pace, he busied himself with trying to work your pants open and to shimmy them down your legs all while being hellbent on not stopping to kiss you even for a single moment.
“Sunwoo,” you giggled fondly when he let out a frustrated growl because he just couldn’t get your pants past your thighs, “Let me.” With a tender kiss, you leaned back just enough that you could wiggle free from your pants and panties which were probably ruined at this point by your own arousal. Before your pants even hit the ground, Sunwoo was all over you again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your throat while his hands mapped out your body, making quick work of your bra before exploring the newly discovered skin.
Now it was your turn to needily moan while Sunwoo proved that he knew how to do more with his mouth than just kiss and leave marks all over your throat as he gently took your nipple between his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue, rolling the hardened nub against the wet muscle. You were so distracted by how good his mouth felt on your boobs that you got startled when he sneaked a hand between your legs. “I’m sorry-“ he tried to apologize but you immediately cut him off. “You just surprised me,” you reassured him and opened your legs for him, “Keep going.” Tentatively, Sunwoo reached down again, his eyes never leaving your face like he was determined to catch every single one of your reactions.
With two fingers, he carefully searched out your wetness, his eyes widening almost comically when he found you basically dripping. “Look what you did to me,” you breathed out, not able to keep your voice from shaking when Sunwoo spread your wetness around further, coating his fingers before he carefully fucked one finger inside you, all the way up until the last knuckle with little to no resistance thanks to how ridiculously turned on you were.
“That’s it,” you urged him on when he slowly moved his finger, keeping it curled in search of your sweet spot. Without you having to say anything, he easily slid in another finger, keeping them buried deep inside for a moment to make you really feel them before he quickened his pace, the squelching of your pussy loud even to your own ears. “Sunwoo,” you needily moaned his name, blindly reaching for his cock to jerk him off again in time with his deep thrusts that had you longing for more and grinding your hips against him. “Need- Want- Inside please,” he stuttered against your lips, desperately trying to not buck into your hand to chase his high that he already felt creeping up on him. “Yeah,” you moaned when he slipped his fingers free to rub your clit in tight circles instead, “On your back, baby.”
Like the absolute dream he was, Sunwoo did as you asked him to, looking like sin personified when he stared deep into your eyes as he brought his fingers up to his lips to suck them clean of your arousal. “Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” you cursed breathlessly, quickly climbing on top of him. A loud moan fell from your lips when you ground your core against his cock, feeling the heated flesh twitch as you covered him in your arousal. “Please,” Sunwoo slurred around his fingers that he still kept between his lips and who were you to deny him?
Carefully, you held his cock up as you sank down on him, taking him inch by inch until finally your hips met and both of you let out a string of curses. To get a feel for his size, you slowly ground your hips in tight circles, loving how he pressed against your walls perfectly, filling you up just right.
“Don’t cum before I do.” You wished you were able to sound more firm but you were holding onto your sanity by a thread when you lifted your hips again to finally fuck yourself on his cock. You didn’t expect an answer out of Sunwoo and you didn’t get one either besides the punched-out groans he let out whenever your hips met again.
You had planned to build your pace up slowly, to savor the moment, to drag it out as long as you could but the moment Sunwoo met your thrusts and managed to nail your sweet spot, sending a bolt of arousal through your body, it was over for you. Panting into each other’s mouths, you both were desperately chasing your highs, Sunwoo’s hands keeping your waist in a vice grip and your nails leaving indents on his chest and shoulders where you were grasping for purchase to rock back against him harder while your thighs threatened to give out from how good he was fucking you.
“Keep going, keep going, keep going. I’m so close, Sunwoo, please,” you moaned loudly, your orgasm so close you were able to taste it already. A string of curses left Sunwoo’s swollen lips as his thrusts got more erratic and lost their rhythm and you knew he was just as close as you were. You couldn’t help yourself but grab a fistful of his hair to yank his head back so you could bury your teeth low on his throat and that seemed to be all Sunwoo needed to be pushed over the edge: His body going taut as he buried himself inside you as deep as he physically could and a silent moan leaving his parted lips while he painted your inside white.
Despite your first thought was to be annoyed because you had been so close too, you instead clenched around him tightly and slowly rocked your hips to help him ride out his high, stroking his matted bangs from his forehead and leaving tender kisses over his face.
It took a little while before all tension bled from Sunwoo’s body and he loosened the bruising grip he still had on your waist to instead caress your sides as well as your tired thighs. “Good?” You chuckled at the lazy grin that spread over his lips before he opened his eyes. “Mhm,” he only nodded, pulling you down against his body for a deep kiss. The change in position made his softening cock slip from your pussy, causing both of you to cringe. The sudden emptiness and the feeling of his cum dripping out of you only reminded you of the orgasm he stole from you.
Hiding your wicked grin against his skin, you whispered: “So you did leave me hanging after all.” Those few words were enough to startle Sunwoo out of his blissed-out state and you couldn’t help but feel satisfied by the look in his eyes. “You- I-“ “Now, now,” you shushed him with a finger against his lips, “Why don’t you put these to better use, hm?”
Too stunned to speak, Sunwoo simply nodded. Smiling, you pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek before you lifted yourself up on your knees again, shuffling forward until you hovered just over his face. His hands immediately found your hips that he squeezed once before he pulled you down.
The first swipe of his tongue was almost shy but spurred on by your little sighs, he quickly got bolder with his tongue, eagerly cleaning up his release and opening his jaw wide to fuck his clever tongue as deep inside you as it would go.
And just the mental image of Sunwoo licking up his own cum and creating an even bigger mess between your legs in the process had your mind spinning with pleasure and you just had to grab a fistful of his hair again to keep him in place so you could grind against his face, shamelessly chasing your high.
“So close, fuck,” you cursed when your thighs started to tremble and threatened to close around Sunwoo’s head, the pleasure almost too much but also not enough as you grew more and more sensitive with each swipe of his tongue.
With strength you didn’t know Sunwoo had, he stilled your motions to close his lips around your clit instead, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves and that combined with a pleading look from his big, dark eyes was enough for your orgasm to finally crash over you. Holding onto Sunwoo’s bed frame for dear life, your thighs shook uncontrollably as you let out strings of curses laced with Sunwoo’s name as you rode out your high on his tongue. “Shit,” you giggled breathlessly once your spirit had reentered your body and gently carded your hands through Sunwoo’s hair who placed one last kiss on your clit before he carefully helped settle you down next to him on the bed.
“You okay?” You whispered after a while, gently tracing the hickeys you had sucked into Sunwoo’s skin. He simply nodded as an answer, interlacing your fingers again to squeeze them. “Are words still hard?” Another squeeze. “That’s okay,” you reassured him and gently kissed his forehead.
“Do you need anything from me?” This time, it took Sunwoo a little longer to respond, his brows furrowing before he squeezed your hand once. “Water?” Two squeezes. “Snacks?” Again, two quick squeezes. “Stay,” he spoke lowly, wrapping his body around yours, “Please.” “Of course,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his hair that you gently combed through with your fingers, massaging his scalp when he began humming in content.
“Feel fuzzy,” he spoke up after a while, his words slurred. “Good fuzzy?” He didn’t answer with a squeeze this time, only shrugging his shoulders. “Was- Was this your first time giving yourself over to someone?” You asked carefully to not scare him with big words in case he had never subbed before. After a bit of debating and his face heating up with an adorable blush, Sunwoo squeezed your body once. “That’s okay, the first time can be a bit scary and disorient-“
“Liked it,” he interrupted you, lifting himself up to look into your eyes, “A lot.” Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop the tender smile from spreading over your lips so you instead pressed it to Sunwoo’s shy smile in a chaste kiss. “I liked it too. A lot,” you echoed his words. “Even if I…?” “I wasn’t mad at you. I was never mad at you,” you said firmly when you caught where he was going with this, holding Sunwoo’s face between your palms so he could not look away, “You did wonderfully. Listened to me so well.”
“Can we- Can we do it again?” “We can talk about it once you’re back here with me,” you giggled, pulling him back down against your chest to cuddle. “Am here,” you just heard him grumble as he tried his best to pull the blanket from below you to cover both your nakedness. “Once your head is not fuzzy anymore,” you clarified, your smile creeping into your voice.
And as you lay there with a pretty boy snuggled up against your chest and the deep bass from the frat party below caught your ears again, you truly wondered how you had ended up in this position tonight. Not that you were mad about it, you really couldn’t think of many places better to be than in Sunwoo’s arms right now, feeling the warmth of his skin sink into yours.
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ZIPPER. ZIPPER. IM STRESSED AF RIGHT NOWWWW🫠🫠🫠 if things get worse i’m gonna actually crash out i cannot handle the confusion and the anxiety and the DUMB DECISIONS GOSH PLS PLS PLS LETS THINK BEFORE WE ACTTTTT
❥between two breaths (m) | 𝟙𝟛
𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲
↳ After two steps forward in the ways of healing conversations, a massive step backwards abruptly finds you in the form of a new, breaking story that you never could have seen coming.
kim sunwoo x fem!reader (side lee juyeon x reader) — idol!sunwoo, fan/trainee!reader. forced proximity, forbidden love, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, idolverse-typical themes regarding; dating, image, public perception, etc. happy ending, plot-heavy!! reader thinks she's nonchalant about it but she rly isn't. smut. [6,4k wc ongoing] cws: heavy themes of wanting-but-can't-having, mild jealousy, explicit sexual content, a little alcohol consumption, dancing on the edge of career suicide, poor decision making because of The Wanting.
❥ masterlist | ao3
Swallowing hard, you glance at Miyoung again—only briefly—and in your best effort to remain composed you say, "You think they're right? What they're saying online?"
In the week following your blowout with Sunwoo, communication with him has grinded to a complete halt.
Normally, you might chalk this up to the fact that both of you are too busy to properly keep up with one another. There is a comeback looming in the not so distant future for you and a huge amount of prep that is meant to be done for it before that day comes. You're tired, your body is sore, meals and sleep get skipped on account of all of the extra time you opt to carve out in favor of making sure you can give this everything you're capable of. More than that, however, is that staying busy keeps your mind clear; no thoughts of him, less worries about the scene that your bandmates had the misfortune of being audience to.
Sunwoo is in and out of the country now even more than before and, for once, you're thankful for that fact. Running into him in the halls presents nothing that you're interested in engaging with right now, be it having to pretend that no contention exists, or even worse than that; having to face the truth of the matter all over again.
A conversation with the girls is not something that you have the same luxury of avoiding forever.
Nothing has been said to you in regards to it, and you suppose that you are thankful for the firm hand that Sunwoo had had that day. Still, the air is thick with tension and curious, wandering eyes every time you find yourself in the same room as the girls who had the misfortune of stumbling upon an inkling of your dirty little secret. Worst of all: you share a dorm with Miyoung and Kaia, and the efforts made to not encounter one another in the common areas outside of work-related coming and going has quickly begun to drive you mad.
This is not the kind of relationship you wish to cultivate with your members. These girls are your friends, your colleagues, and at some point throughout all of this; you want them to be your family.
The evenings have begun to run late whether it is on account of work, or not. Even when you find yourself at the dorm before the early hours of the morning, that time is considered precious and you are unwilling to lose any more of it through sleep. Social media scrolling, long showers and a simple sandwich in the kitchen are things that you are not often afforded with a poorly timed comeback looming so harrowingly in the distance. Tonight is no different, and though the discomfort your body carries is difficult to ignore, it's better than resigning yourself to a bed and the fast coming of the next day.
Much of the food inside of the refrigerator has expired now. Annoying, you think to yourself, and it's the most you can muster up given the state of everything else happening around you. There's bread that only expires today—probably still good—and some left over meat that is creeping up on much of the same fate, so you pull them both and begin fashioning yourself a late night snack.
Perhaps it's how muddled your brain is, that it takes you so long to realize that you are no longer left alone to this task.
Your attention darts upwards from the counter, and though the overhead light for the kitchen has remained off, the stove lamp is lit and gives ample illumination to see who it is that stands before you. Miyoung lingers just outside of the kitchen opening with her messy black bob and a t-shirt that looks like it's been with her for a lifetime, but more than that is the look of gentle concern that sits upon her features as her eyes settle on you.
Snapping back to your task, you can't ignore the feeling of her eyes on your skin and the way that it makes you feel. She knows far too much now, has seen much more than she was ever meant to, and though you admit that you do not feel as though there is judgment there, what will not leave you is the feeling of transparency. A privacy has been lost—something you have fought so hard to maintain despite all odds being against it—and in the end, they won.
"I'll be out of here soon," you say. The words are mumbled and so nearly inaudible that you can't be sure she has even heard them, but in the end, she does reply.
"Don't. We should talk."
Being an idol, as you have learned, is spending your days navigating situations and conversations that you do not wish to; and with a smile on your face, at that. People endlessly prying and looking and picking apart the bits of you that they are able to see in an effort to find the things that they are not granted access to, all for the luxury of being able to perform on a stage and living a life that you have always dreamed of. Having been thrust into this has been a quick lesson on the trials and tribulations of what it takes to make it, and the sacrifices one must make in order to have a shot at doing so.
An idol's best chance at making it through is to minimize problems that may disrupt that journey, and conversations such as this one are a direct result of having failed in doing so.
Miyoung steps inside of the enclosed space and though you aren't giving her your full attention, you do notice her glance back towards the other bedroom doors to ensure that what is about to take place is only for the two of you. Your heart swells at the observation, at the fact that she is still taking that much into account when navigating the throes of this tiring mess you have created amongst them.
She takes her place beside you and bends to press her elbows into the countertop—face cradled within her palms—and does not look at you when speaking as if already having anticipated your wish to not be perceived.
"Is it about the rumors?" she asks, voice quiet and light. "Figure it must be, to some degree."
It is in this moment that you realize that you cannot tell the truth, but also, you can no longer lie.
Hands once busy with something come to a halt, and staring at the wall of pots and pans that hang in front of you, you take into your lungs a slow, deep breath in preparation for what is about to become of this interaction.
"It's kind of funny that no matter how in control of a situation you try to be, there's always something that slips through the cracks, huh?" You turn to look at her with a small smile, and Miyoung's eyes meet yours. "I thought that with joining this company and being in such close proximity to him all the time that nothing would really change, because we were already friends before, we had already been spending time together before, and nothing was ever different then. I figured it would always just be more of the same, that I would always look at him the same way no matter what. I guess I was wrong."
"You caught feelings?"
Huffing out a laugh, you can't help but dwell in the absurdity of the fact. You say, "It's so stupid. Maybe there's a part of me that was always going to be the fawning fangirl, never really able to see our relationship for what it really was."
"It's not really that unusual," Miyoung says, a light hand finding your arm in a comforting gesture. "If I had to guess, there's a whole lot of girls who deep down want to have that fairytale, idol-story romance, and it sounds so exciting, right? Secret meetings and hushed words, stealing glances and touches even when you shouldn't. Everybody likes the idea of it, but it's probably not all that great when you're actually wrapped up in it, so, try to think of it like that. It's for the best, really. You can have hurt feelings about what could have been and what he might be doing elsewhere but it's a load of stress off your back, that's for sure."
Shifting uncomfortably where you stand, the fact that Miyoung seems especially convinced of there being legitimacy to the online rumor mill gives you pause, and quickly you begin to draft up a convincing enough response that allows you to interrogate her assumption without coming off as someone fishing much too hard for implicating information.
"So…" The word trails off, you don't really know how you want to engage in this, if you're being completely truthful with yourself. Swallowing hard, you glance at Miyoung again—only briefly—and in your best effort to remain composed you say, "You think they're right? What they're saying online?"
Shrugging abruptly and without so much as a second thought about it, Miyoung says, "Oh, I don't know. I figure if anyone between the two of us knows that, it'd be you, especially given the scene on the elevator." As if realizing her potential misstep, Miyoung's face twists into something awkward and unbecoming and she stammers out the following, "Or I guess you two were just talking about the other thing… The thing just between you… Not someone else…" She rolls her eyes—at and because of herself—and then says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to assume. I really gotta stop trying to have serious, heart-felt talks with people, I'm not good at this at all."
"It's fine," you say, leaning over to nudge into her gently with your shoulder, "It's not a big deal, seriously. I know how it looked in there but that was just a single, bad snapshot of a bigger conversation, and at the end of the day, we're going to be fine."
"Even if he's dating someone else?"
The words spark something inside of you that truthfully, you hadn't ever really considered. Sunwoo has always been unabashedly and completely enthralled by you, and so the consideration that there may ever be another woman in the picture—now, or in the future—isn't one that has ever truly crossed your mind. You give it space in your mind to grow and fester just for a moment, before quickly shutting it down and swiftly working to rid yourself of the nasty growth bubbling up beneath your skin.
An asinine thought, you remind yourself, because the woman in reference is me.
"Yeah," you finally manage out with a smile, "even if it's someone else."
The whole idea of it is fairly ill-advised, and though you have the foresight to acknowledge that fact, it does not stop you from your attempt to act upon it.
Perhaps the easiest route would be to carve out the minimal amount of free time afforded to you amongst comeback preparations and simply disappear elsewhere without so much as a word to anyone. You are no stranger to such acts, but maybe the slight feeling of having all eyes on you brings you to a different point of action.
Best to err on the side of caution for now. To follow the rules and make it seem as though you have nothing to hide and are doing your best to play by the book. It isn't completely untrue, though it is far from wholly true, as well.
Thus, when your old friend from your fandom days messages you and asks you to make a visit, the first person you send off a text to about it is your manager.
He is far from pleased by the prospect of it all, as you had anticipated, but you can tell by the response he gives that he isn't completely unwilling to facilitate this. You wonder if he takes some amount of pity on you and the minute ways in which you have struggled to acclimate to your new life, considers that in spite of the fact that you being seen meeting with someone like this will do little to make permanent your new, squeaky-clean brand, yet makes the wrong choice for the company in favor of you.
During the first week of October and early on a Wednesday morning, you receive a message to your phone while you are preparing yourself for the slog of the intended day. With a toothbrush shoved into your mouth and your hair tied back sloppily, you glance at the screen without much anticipation towards anything. However, your heart nearly leaps out of your chest once you read the words that are left there waiting for you.
Manager [07:12]: If you still wish to go to Pyeongchang-dong then it must be today. This is the only time I can fit it into the schedule without many questions. I will drive you there myself and we will leave at 8. Let me know soon.
The drive is about two hours long, and though it is far from short, you enjoy the serenity that looking out of the vehicle window gives you.
Music gently plays from the stereo but you do not pay it much mind. Instead, your attention is glued to the cars on the road beside you, as well as the trees and buildings that swiftly pass you by. It's been such a long time since you have been able to enjoy the simplicity of something as leisurely as a road trip, and if you had been asked prior to debut if it would be something that you might come to miss, you assuredly would have said no.
You are faced with that fact now. Faced with the fact that so many things have changed and with such rapid succession that you've barely had the ability to catalogue them and fit them into the proper crevices of your memory that they belong. Road trips, visiting friends, seeing your family… All things once taken for granted that now, barely exist as a part of your life in any facet, at all.
The acknowledgement of this fact has you breathing out a heavy sigh, and you are thus reminded of the fact that despite your privacy amongst the road, no chances can be taken: You are still fitted in a mask covering half of your face, a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up in an effort to obscure the rest, and otherwise unimpressive clothing as to not draw attention to yourself.
Sometimes it all feels so stupid.
When the current song on the radio comes to an end, you feel something in the atmosphere of the vehicle shift. Your attention draws to your manager who then slowly inhales a breath and with eyes still glued to the road he says, "I won't hang around, but you won't be afforded much time, either. A couple of hours, at most. I'll message you when it's time to go back." He glances towards you for just a second, as if to drive the point of his saying this home and then continues with, "Don't make me regret having done this."
With your head slowly falling to the side and against the car door window, you say, "I won't, I just… need to get away from it all. Even for a second."
"I know. The first few years are the hardest part, I've been told."
Just hearing that makes your throat feel dry, and you can't help but contemplate if you have gotten in way over your head.
The thought of being an idol always felt so luxurious and hopeful to you, though you had never been the sort of dreamy-eyed optimistic that sat blind to the realities that would come along with it. You followed the idol scene from the outside but your proximity to it—even before a friendship with Sunwoo had developed—allowed you to easily see it for precisely what it can be; brutal, devastating, and utterly cannibalistic.
Yet the materiality of it is crushing you with every passing day.
"Anyway," he eventually says, clearly sensing the mounting discomfort between you, "Who is your friend?"
You turn slightly to look at him. "I already told you that. You're no slack at your job, you wouldn't be shipping me off two hours away for me to meet someone without having already checked them out."
A chuckle slips through his lips after the evidence of having been caught.
"Of course I've done my due diligence, but I don't know everything." He glances at you again then says, "I'm not the police force, you know."
But it sure feels that way sometimes, you think.
Turning to face towards the disappearing blur of trees again, you say, "Rimi is an old friend from my days as a fan. She's Japanese, but has lived in South Korea for a long time now. Her parents are exceptionally wealthy tech industry folks, this is only one of many homes they own, to my understanding."
"In South Korea?"
You shrug. "In the world." Sighing, you continue staring as if hoping to find a different life. The one you wish you had. "She runs a popular fansite—as they often are wealthy—pretty girl who was always a treat to be around. I'm really glad I get to see her again."
"Fansite?" he says with a quizzical upturn to his tone, "Anyone I've heard of?"
Unable to fight the smile that begins to tug at your lips, you turn to look towards him once again and say, "Yeah, Hyunjae."
Any hint of amusement immediately drops from his face, as you anticipated.
"I don't know if I would have been so willing to make this trip if I had known you knew her from the very same circumstances that have landed you in such a precarious situation," he says. "But I suppose we're already well on the road by now, and not much can be done about that."
"Should have done a little more research then, huh?"
"I'm being nice to you, don't torture me for it."
"You're right, but if there's one thing I've learned during my limited time in the idol system," you say, "It's that if you're going to survive it, you better learn which information to lead with, and which information to omit." A beat of silence follows the statement, and regardless of whether or not he intends to reply, you finish off the thought with: "It's the only way to make it out alive."
After navigating the winding roads that make up the luxurious neighborhoods of Pyeongchang-dong, the car pulls up upon an enormous, modern home that you cannot think to describe as anything less than breathtaking.
The yard is vast and immaculately maintained; beautiful trees, expertly manicured shrubs and carefully crafted stones work as a pathway towards the front door itself, and though the residence is shielded off from its surroundings by a vast cement fence, the gate at the driveway gives a glimpse to what you are soon to experience.
"I'll drop you here," your manager says, "No need for me to head inside. I'll message you when it's time, enjoy it while you can."
That insistence rests heavy on your heart, knowing full well the depth of implication that sits behind it.
Standing at the gate, Rimi is fast to buzz you inside, though you make it a point to take in the sights that surround you and linger in the leisure that has presented itself toward you.
The front door is already ajar by the time you reach the stone footsteps, and with a careful shout to announce your arrival, you usher yourself inside.
Your voice carries through the high ceilings and empty hallways, and for a moment you consider if you have entered the correct home, at all. Of course, this worry is immediately quelled by the memory of your friend already having granted you access inside, but with how pristine your surroundings appear and unlived in the home seems, you wonder if anyone else is truly inside.
"Kitchen!"
The familiar voice calls out, echoing similarly as your own. So, you follow it without any knowledge of where the kitchen may actually be.
After rounding a few corners that ultimately lead nowhere, you eventually stumble upon not only the grandiose kitchen, but Rimi, herself.
"Baby!" she coos, rushing towards you and immediately throwing her loving arms around your body. "I'm so happy you came! I can't believe it! I've missed you so much, I could cry right now!"
Rimi does, in fact, carry on with the faux-tears that she has only just threatened for a dramatic display that you only now realize you have desperately missed. You kiss the side of her head, gently push her body away from your own and once the two of your eyes meet, you realize that there are tears welling for the both of you; but only one of them is fake.
"Why are you crying?" she asks, immediately concerned for the way the mood has shifted unexpectedly. "Don't cry, oh no! Let me make you a drink! Wait… Are you allowed to drink?"
Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, a laugh catches in your throat and you say, "Yes, I can drink. Idols are allowed to drink, you know this."
"Right, of course." Rimi busies herself with trying to collect all of the necessities required for crafting up a cocktail, though it becomes evident rather quickly that she is not especially familiar with the layout of this place, either. "It's strange knowing someone in the industry now, sometimes it feels like I don't know anything about it anymore, despite being involved for so long. Is it the same as you thought it was? How much has changed from your initial perception."
You stare at her blankly, an absolute whirlpool of thoughts and considerations spinning through your mind simultaneously and it feels nearly impossible to answer the question with one, single thing. Your lack of reply must jar her from her task, because Rimi pauses as she's bent into the massive refrigerator and looks back towards you.
"What? What's wrong?" Her eyebrows furrow like she's trying to read the thoughts in your mind, and then she says, "Are you going to cry again?"
"No," you say through an airy chuckle, "But we certainly do have a lot to talk about."
Rimi is pretty and dainty in ways that idols typically are, and as you look at her from the opposite side of the couch, you can't help but wonder why she never bothered to pursue a career such as yours with the incredible amount of opportunities and wealth afforded to her already.
The candle on the table pops and crackles as the fire eats away at the wick, and the room fills with the light, ambient scents of vanilla and berry. It's comforting and reminds you of home even though this place is nothing like where you have come from; rather, it is the opportunity to sit and talk to someone without a camera and a set crew listening in on and picking apart each and every word.
Her bartending skills leave much to be desired, but it's better than nothing, and you're happy to have a drink in hand regardless of that fact.
"I've watched everything you've done since debut, I can't believe it's already almost a year," Rimi muses, looking longingly at the ceiling as if speaking to no one but herself. "MVNE is amazing, but of course, you're my favorite." She pauses for a second, hums to herself, then looks at you and says, "Well, you and Woori, of course."
"That's fair, Woori has a sort of magnetic pull to her. She's really lovely, we've become quite close over the year, and it happened quickly."
"Are the moods good amongst the members? Of course, I'd like to keep up more with you but these are the sorts of conversations that are best kept off of devices where they may get into the wrong hands."
"You always were a few steps ahead of the rest, weren't you?" Smiling, you take a sip of your drink and your head drifts off to rest against the couch. "It is good, I'm really thankful. I think I got very lucky. You hear a lot about groups where the relations are difficult amongst the members, so I'm just glad it didn't end up like that. There have been small hiccups, but nothing we haven't been able to overcome."
"Hiccups?" That appears to pique Rimi's interest, eyebrows shifting upwards on her face. "Ooh, do tell!"
"Well, as you know, there was the stuff with my past, and then similar with another girl who was not as forthcoming about hers. That caused a bit of a shift between us, some mild animosity. It's been dealt with since then. But also, there was something…"
You trail off, the words dying off on your tongue. Your heart begins to race as you contemplate being forthcoming about this, though you know perfectly well that if anyone can be trusted with it, it is Rimi.
A deep inhale follows as you make an attempt to steady yourself. Rimi's eyes remain glued to your form as you take another long, full sip of the very strong drink that she has not-so-expertly crafted, and then… You begin.
"I think, in order for this to make sense, I have to start elsewhere in the timeline of events." Another sip follows and you're quickly running out of alcohol to take the edge off, but smooth as ever, Rimi shoves her own glass towards you in order to make up for it, and you take it from her hand with an awkward, understanding smile.
"I think… I think Sunwoo and I are… dating."
"What!?"
Rimi just about flies out of her seat as the words leave your mouth, and you shut your eyes tight with the strong unwillingness to face her reaction.
"What do you mean you think?" she questions, voice high and shrill, "I feel like that's something you should definitely know if you're doing it! What does that mean!? You and Sunwoo? Sunwoo!? Kim Sunwoo!? The same one that you used to…"
"Yes! And can you keep your voice down before the whole neighborhood hears you!" Swatting at the air between the two of you, Rimi recoils and settles herself down, though you can tell she is still brimming with excitement at the alleged news.
"No one's going to hear anything here, all these homes are fortresses. Anyway, don't change the subject! Tell me everything!"
You roll your eyes and say, "I mean, there isn't a whole lot to say about it, really. It started as nothing, then it started very small, and then it sort of… rather quickly spiraled out of control. I don't know, we haven't really had a proper discussion to label anything, though he has made his stance on the matter quite clear."
"He wants to date? You don't?"
"It's complicated," you say. "We're idols, we're in the same company, I was his fan and we were friends prior to my becoming a trainee. It wouldn't exactly look great for either of us if it ever got out."
"Then don't let it get out!" Rimi reasons, like it's the most obvious and easy thing in the world. "Idols date all the time, what's the problem?"
"It can't be a secret forever. At least, we shouldn't move forward thinking that it will be."
"So, what? If you think you're dating—or whatever you call it—then it's pretty obvious that enough is already going on for you to say that. What difference does it make what label you put on it?"
Your next stiff sip is drawn from Rimi's volunteered glass.
"I don't know." You pause, look at her and then say, "I'm terrified? I have more people than just myself to think about." Another sip follows. "Plus, Sunwoo is always gone lately and I've been busy with comeback preparations, there just hasn't been any time to really hash it out. There was a moment not so long ago, and it got a little out of hand and wasn't nearly as private as it should have been. I think we're both reaching the end of our ropes as far as a situationship is concerned."
"Then make a decision!" Rimi says, arms spread wide like she is the one as tired of being involved with this debacle as you and Sunwoo are. "Just take a leap! Just… Jump!"
She makes it sound so simple, so carefree and without need for further thought. Swept up in the fleeting confidence of the moment, you have half a mind to dig out your phone and send a message to Sunwoo right now: To confess, to be honest and forthcoming, to once and for all put an end to these haphazard games.
"Yeah, maybe I should."
Rimi smiles at that, and without much time put between the topics her face lights up, she urges herself towards you across the length of the couch and devilishly says, "Enough about you. So, how's Hyunjae?"
Your abrupt reaction is once again to roll your eyes. "I honestly haven't spent much time with him, but from our very limited interactions he seems perfectly nice."
"Too busy with Sunwoo," Rimi says knowingly and with an accompanying nod, "I understand."
"I've also become quite close with Juyeon, if that's of any interest to you."
"Ooh! Love triangle! How exciting!"
"Please shut up and make me another awful drink."
The sun has not begun to set, but your heart feels the weight of it as if it is the soon to be sinking sun itself.
Your manager is a quiet man, something you have come to know about him over the year that the two of you have spent together. His words are few and far between—saved only for times in which they are best served—but his care and interest in you is often shown in other, more meaningful, ways.
In the silence of the car ride, you stare out of the window not unlike your journey there. A small gift bag of items sits in your lap that Rimi sent you off with; Japanese snacks, expensive cosmetics, and a little note that you haven't yet had the strength to read. All of them are hand wrapped with little bows and stickers and her incredible craftsmanship and kindness is easily seen with every tiny detail. If you are honest with yourself, it's difficult for you to look at it, and each time you do you feel the painful pang of longing in your chest that you have spent so much time trying to ignore.
Everyone tells you it gets better with time. That this feeling is expected and temporary, that you will move past this and come out on the other side of it. You have no other option than to believe them.
The radio is on and the man coming through the speaker is reporting on the news. Keeping up with the goings on of everything outside of your small, isolated idol bubble has become so much more arduous than you ever remember it being. You try to pay attention, try to make up for all of the lost time and indifference you have had in the face of anything except this one, singular thing that now encompasses your entire life. Shades of you that once existed—that you could easily see and parse through without thought—now seem to blend together and ultimately culminate into a new, entirely different entity that you don't remember ever giving way to.
Do you even exist outside of idoldom, at all? The idol version of you and the actual, real version of you that is true… Are they separate beings any longer?
Your mind drifts easily without the constant bombardment of activities to attend to, and you quickly realize that you've already lost interest in the man coming through the speaker. The thoughts inside of your head keep you too busy to pay him any mind… Until, that is, you hear the buzzing of a vibrating phone kept inside of your manager's pocket.
Once you hear it, you come to realize you've heard it passively for far longer than this. Whoever is trying to get his attention has been doing so for some time, and when you turn your head to look over at him you see the deep frown that has already formed on his face.
He notices you looking at him, and without more than a second going by he addresses the fact and says, "Must be important, but we're not far off now."
Indeed, twenty minutes or so from the dorm building. Not that you have been counting.
You can't quite explain it, the feeling that begins to rustle beneath your skin. Foreboding and unpleasant. Swallowing hard, you opt out of a verbal response and instead turn away as if accidentally becoming privy to something not at all meant for your eyes. It is uncomfortable and awkward, the silence immediately shifting to feel distressing for reasons you have not yet come to know.
The feeling that has begun to encompass you, is dread.
Slipping out of the car, you thank your manager and linger only long enough to see if he is going to check his phone now, rather than later. When he makes no motion to do so, you resign yourself to the fact that this is a situation that you will have to learn of through other means, at some other time, and you slowly make your way upstairs towards your dorm.
Upon reaching the door, you extend a hand to punch in the code and notice that your hand has a wary tremble.
Then, the door flies open.
"You're home!" Kaia says, but her features carry none of the happiness that one might expect from an anticipatory welcoming party. Her eyebrows are terse, lips flat and thin, and when you look past her to spot Miyoung just a ways further inside, she appears much the same. "I'm so glad you're back. We're so glad you're back. When we saw the news we tried to find you, then we saw you were taking a personal day and didn't want to interrupt but also—"
"What's going on?" you interrupt.
Kaia's mouth falls open as if the answer is already there, waiting to leap off of her tongue, yet still confined by the confusion of your question.
After a few silent moments, Miyoung rushes forward and says, "You should come inside."
"Seriously," you say, still holding the reward of a lovely reunion with Rimi that you are now beginning to believe is soon to be spoiled. Anxiety has long since taken hold of your insides, though with every passing second it becomes that much more unbearable to stomach. "What is this? Has something happened?"
The two girls look at each other, and then Miyoung digs out her phone from the pocket of her jeans.
"You haven't been on socials at all?" Kaia asks, and you do not find comfort in the breathless urgency that her tone carries.
"No, I was visiting an old friend, I didn't even think to. Why?"
Miyoung hands you her phone, and on the display is an article from a fairly reputable news source that often reports on idol-related news.
You read the title, your stomach drops. Then, you continue scrolling further.
"I mean, we don't know what this means to you," Kaia says with a nervous shake, "Maybe it's nothing, but…"
Miyoung does not say anything, because she absolutely does know.
The article details that Sunwoo was spotted in Japan a few months back, on a date with a fairly prolific photographer that he had been reported to have been working with at the time. The details of their goings on are sparse, but they are also unnecessary once you see the pictures that are attached.
As is usually the case with these sorts of things, the photos are grainy and taken from a distance. It is some nighttime excursion of sorts; drinks, dinner, candlelight—the works. There is no ease in making out certain intricacies of the outing, but what you absolutely can deduce is that it most certainly is Sunwoo in the photo, and this is all body language that you have seen many times before.
You stare at the photos for far too long, forgetting that you are amongst the company of your fellow bandmates. There is no time to feel your feelings about this despite how absolutely lethal this unexpected wound has been. You blink a few times, try to steady your voice to speak and look up at them to say, "Has the company responded? This could just be—"
"They have," Miyoung gently concludes. "Not exactly a resounding confirmation but… They definitely didn't deny it, either. It's a personal matter, et cetera."
With your throat tight and stinging, you force a smile that you know is far from convincing and make your way past them saying, "So much for being such close friends, if this is how I find out about things! Just like everybody else!"
You hear them call your name, but you have already rounded the corner into your bedroom and shut the door tightly.
One thing you're not going to do in relation to this, is cry.
And so, you swallow the pain down and force back the tears. Rather than wallow in the sadness that desperately wishes to take hold, you instead harness another feeling; one that is vindictive and destructive and threatens to throw all caution to the wind for any semblance of not only fleeting satisfaction, but revenge. You are angry, the only thing flowing through you now being rage.
With your phone in hand you finally see all of the missed calls and notifications that await you, but you rush right past them and instead, navigate elsewhere and initiate a call for yourself.
It rings four times, and just before the thought to reconsider emerges, it connects.
"We should meet. Tonight." There's a waver in your voice that you pray does not put-off the person on the receiving end of the proposition, but you are far from willing to concern yourself with that possibility right now, either. Thus, you urge further, as if to prove your interest in acquiring that which you are seeking. You say, "I'll leave it to you to set something discreet up, give me a time and a location. I'll be there."
Little more of the conversation carries on from there, but regardless of that, Juyeon agrees.
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there is an intense rivalry between you, always trying to outdo each other in various areas of your lives. but this time, your competition takes an intimate turn. the tension between you is tense as you face each other, eyes locked with an unspoken conflict.
“first one to moan must do the other one a favor,” he proudly proposes.
“you’re gonna regret that.”
“we’ll see about that,” he retorts, eyes glinting with determination.
you start with a gentle touch, tracing your fingers along his jawline. you lean in, lips hovering over his. but before you can make a move, he turns your head
“not so fast,” he whispers, a sly smile on his face.
he runs his hands through your hair, pulling you closer to him. his touches become more aggressive as he explores every inch of your body.
determined to win, you push him onto the bed and waste no time to straddle him, hands roaming over his body. you trail kisses down his neck, making him let out a low groan. a sense of power washes over you as you feel him getting harder beneath you. you know you’re in control now, you know you’re close to victory.
but he’s not gonna let you win, especially without a fight. “is that all you’ve got?” he flips you over, his lips finding yours in a deep passionate kiss. his hands travel your body once again, trying to find the right spot to make you moan.
suddenly, his hands slip between your legs and find your clit. you can’t hold back anymore, a loud moan escaped your lips.
“fuck, we haven’t even started yet.” his eyes gleam with mischief. “looks like you owe me a favor, huh?”
“fuck you.” you glare at him, knowing that you have no choice.
a mischievous smile spreads across his face as an idea pops into his head. “actually, i don’t want to end this just yet. shall we continue without the favor? i wanna see how long i can make you moan.”
jiwoong, hanbin, ricky, jay, sunghoon, sunwoo, juyeon, seunghan, eunseok, lee know, bang chan, san, mingi
© vyutg, 2024.
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My Kink Is Karma
Summary: Sunwoo breaking up with you after three happy years was not on your bingo card. It's a good thing you believe in karma.
Genre: smut
Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x fem!reader
WC: 7.2k
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PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn @flwoie @captain-brie
FIC TAGLIST: @sanaxo-o @from-izzy
WARNINGS: not edited at all tbh so please lmk if there's something that needs adjusting, Sunwoo kinda shitty in this, infidelity, credit card fraud (?), theft, oral (m and f receiving), making out, marking, p in v sex, overstimulation, swearing, a little bit of degradation, hair pulling, face sitting, fingering, and of course karma
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A/N: i miss being good at writing smut. Anyway enjoy this! Izzy has waited far too long and i'm sorry pookie :( I hope this is worth the wait
Sunwoo kicking you out on a random Tuesday afternoon hadn’t quite been what you planned for. In fact, you feel like you’ve been completely blindsided. Things had been going strong for almost three years— decent communication, his parents loved you, your parents loved him, and the sex was to die for. You had a shared group of friends, all of whom thought they would see the day you would get married if you could ever scrape together the money for it. You were young, sure, but you knew you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, even if it meant spending your life savings on a cheap wedding and living in your parent’s basement for the next ten years.
It was humiliating for you and him, the way you clutched at his knees with mascara running down your cheeks, begging him not to do this. Not to leave you like this. Things were good, you thought things were perfect. Was it work? Was he stressed from work? Or, maybe, it was a prank. Something that Eric put him up to.
No, it’s just not working out. You had to leave, pack your things and leave the fucking apartment that was in your name just because he wasn’t as in love with you as you were with him.
Alas, here you were six weeks later, refreshed and over that bullshit relationship with your best friend who practically saved your ass with some speech about karma.
The nail salon is practically buzzing with life, techs and customers alike skirting through the small building in a blur of motion. You watch each person carefully, gnawing on your lip and tapping your feet against the tiled ground. Nervous habits that you had never been able to shake. Normally, a steady hand would be on your thigh or across your shoulders to calm you.
That steady hand, however, is no longer an option.
“You hear what’s going on with Sunwoo?” Hyori’s eyes turn to meet yours, the nail tech in front of her gently grabbing her hand to apply a fresh set of blue polish. You kiss your teeth, biting your tongue to hold back a stinging reply.
“Why would I care what that piece of shit does?”
Clearly, that doesn’t work very well. It does, however, bring you quite a bit of pain due to the sharpness of your teeth and the force you use to try and hold back the venom in your tone. The nail tech looks up briefly, breaking her focus on painting your stiletto-shaped nails dark green. You can feel the curiosity, the itch for drama in those eyes. Lucky for her, you’re in a very…dramatic mood, aching for a bit of karma.
“Well, I mean, he did leave you homeless, took your credit cards and ran you into debt that your parents very graciously paid off, fucked your sister…need I go on?” Hyori’s nail tech snaps her head up, eyes wide.
“That explains why I shouldn’t give a fuck. Why should I?”
“Well,” Hyori straightens in her chair, smiling so wide that you’re sure her cheeks are stinging. “I hear that he’s fuckin losing it lately. Like, destroyed his apartment so bad that the landlord kicked him out and he had to move back in with his parents.”
Your jaw drops open, an appalled noise coming out of your mouth. Some sort of half-laugh-half-scoff sort of noise that has heads turning in your direction.
“No way.”
“Mhm, apparently he was also getting with this girl who was, like, eighteen based on what Yerim told me.”
“Bitch, you better be joking right now,” you scoff. “What a fucking weirdo.”
“Don’t quote me on that,” Hyori shrugs. “You know that Yerim is notoriously unreliable.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. Remember the whole pickle situation?”
“Fuck, don’t remind me,” Hyori groans, leaning her head back on her chair. “I genuinely couldn’t leave my house for weeks after that— I was so embarrassed.”
“You and me both, girl.”
It gets quiet for a moment, both of you thinking about the question but not wanting to be the first to ask it. The nail techs, in this silence, are able to finish both of your nails and usher you off to pay. You can tell, just by looking back at them as you leave the building, that they’re just a bit pissed about not hearing the full story, about not hearing what you’re going to do about this whole thing.
“So,” Hyori sighs as you slide into her passenger seat, “what are you gonna do?”
“C’mon, Hyori…” you click your tongue, voice trailing off as you mull over your options. “You should know by now that I tend to make sure karma bites people right in the ass.”
“You and your fucking kinks, girl,” Hyori scrunches her nose, laughing quietly to herself. “Let me guess, you’re gonna make damn sure he knows he fucked up by fucking his best friend?”
“Eric? Nah, the kid’s cute but not my type.”
“I’m shocked, truly,” Hyori remarks. “What’ll you do then?” “You’ll find out soon enough, trust me.”
You never admit to Hyori just how much it turns you on that Sunwoo’s life is falling apart. You never told her how much you loved it when he crumbled and begged and pleaded for something. It was a secret, one that only you and Sunwoo knew about and that you ensured stayed between just the two of you before you left for good.
You most certainly don’t tell Hyori about how you touched yourself to the thought of him almost every night. How you thought about Sunwoo and only Sunwoo when you slept with a man. How no dates ever lasted that long because you always ended up comparing to how Sunwoo used to be. If she found out how you still wanted him, how you wished he would come crawling back to you even if it was just for one night, she would kill you on the spot.
The next time you hear about Sunwoo is exactly two months after your breakup. However, it’s less you hearing about him than it is hearing from him. You thought you’d blocked his number after the first week when Hyori had caught you drunk calling his phone, begging for him to come back to you and to try and make things work. Pathetic is what she’d called you when you’d burst into tears. Desperate is what you’d called yourself when she crushed it under her stiletto. He’d cheated on you, not the other way around, so why were you so desperate for him to forgive you?
Your good friend, Karma, seems to have hit him. His texts had been nonstop since the night before, and phone calls streaming in soon after that never seemed to end.
The first stream of texts were clearly drunk messages:
HFy bsby, plekde clal mfe
Im spory
Seh wasnt wothr if
Babyyyyyyyyy
Then came the voicemails, ones that you keep just for the future:
Hiiiiii baby! I miss you sooooo much, please call me back!
I know that I messed up, but I wanna make it work for us. The sex isn’t the same with her and no one could ever reaaaalllyyyy make me feel like you did. God, that tongue trick where you—”
The audio for that one cuts out, and you can only assume that his friends caught him in time. Something swirls through your gut like a snake—pride, perhaps. Something smug, knowing that you have made him just as desperate as you were. Another emotion curls around you, closer to sorrow knowing that you can’t have him anymore. You won’t have him. Not after what he did to you.
Your phone dings with another text and you put it on silent. The nail tech across from you, the same woman as last time, eyes it carefully.
“That the boy you broke up with?” She asks, painting your nails cherry red. You decided to keep the stiletto shape, loving the sharpness of it and how it accents each outfit you wear.
“Yeah,” you sigh and relax your hands a bit. “Hasn’t shut up since last night.”
“Why haven’t you blocked him yet?” She taps your palm and you slide your hand into the UV light.
“I dunno,” you shrug. Truly you don’t know the answer to that question. Do you miss him? After everything he did, do you really still love him?
“Hm,” The woman huffs and you sink back in your chair. “You should find out.”
“Hello?” Your phone sits on the counter as you cook dinner for yourself. Hyori is gone for the night, something about a date.
“Y/N!” The cheery voice of your ex-boyfriend catches you off guard and the spatula in your hand drops to the counter. “How are you?”
“What the actual fuck?” You turn off the stove, walk over to where your phone is, and stare down at it with nothing but shock on your face. “Why the fuck are you calling me, Kim Sunwoo?”
“I wanted to talk to you,” he says as if stating the obvious. “Why else would I call?” The amusement in his voice makes your eyes twitch and your teeth grind against each other.
“Is this some sort of sick joke? Did Eunbi put you up to this?” The feeling of your sister’s name leaves a bad taste in your mouth and you have to fight back a gag, placing the back of your hand over your lips.
“Eunbi?” Sunwoo sounds confused now and you can practically see the pout on his plush lips. The same lips that used to—
Down girl.
“Yeah, Eunbi.” You pick at a string on your t-shirt and huff. “My sister. The one you fucked in our bed? Remember her?”
There’s silence on the other end of the line and the the speaker crackles like Sunwoo breathed into it.
“Right. Eunbi. I forgot about that.”
Rage cracks through your veins, sending sparks through your body and your face begins to burn with it.
“You forgot that you fucked my sister?” You’re seething, your heart pounding and your breathing rapid. “Are you fucking kidding me, Sunwoo?”
“Listen,” he drags the syllables out like he had made just a simple mistake. “I only fucked her one time and she wasn’t even that good. I want you, Y/N. Just you.”
You scoff. “Well, you should have thought about that before screwing her and fucking up my credit cards, bitch.”
“Yeah, that I don’t have a defense for,” he sighs again, and there’s a rustling on his end of the line as if he’s adjusting his position or clothing. The burning in your cheeks eases as the silence goes on for a few minutes.
“Why did you call me, Sunwoo?”
“I wanted to talk,” he says simply. “Can you open the door now?”
Your body tenses when three knocks sound at your door. No fucking way did he show up here. For a few seconds, you refuse to move, rooted to your spot in the kitchen and reaching slowly to the knife holder next to you.
“Don’t reach for the knives, babe.” Sunwoo scolds and you drop your hand back to your side. “It was just me and I know you get nervous when you’re home alone.” The anger returns to your body in full swing and you slap your finger down on the red button to hang up. Your footsteps are so loud as you walk to the door that you know the downstairs neighbors will be pissed in a few minutes, but you can’t find yourself really caring about what they think about you.
The lock clicks and you swing the door open, stopping it just before it slams against the wall that you really can’t afford to fix at the moment.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” You snap, and Sunwoo grins sheepishly at you. Fuck, he looks good. Too good. Pathetic, maybe, but still good. His jeans hang low on his waist, showing the band of his underwear, and his black shirt has had the sleeves cut off and the hem potentially burned based on how messy it is. His shoes are stained and your nose curls at the mystery colors that could either be crayons or some sort of food he got at a club. You really aren’t sure which; not that you care anyway.
What really gets you is his hair. When you broke up, it had been naturally black and curly. You loved running your hands through it at the end of the night, loved yanking on it to force his lips to move to your clit when he ate you out. It was arguably your favorite feature about him aside from those wide, gorgeous eyes. When you look at him now, his hair is streaked with blond, sloppily done as if he’d done it at home with a grocery bag, cheap bleach, and a few beers on a Monday night. Your stomach churns, but not with anger this time. You recognize the feeling of arousal that pours through your veins and nearly washes away the rage entirely.
“I told you I wanted to talk,” he digs his stained shoes into the dirty rug at the entryway, not looking you in the eyes. “You were ignoring my calls and messages, so I figured I’d stop by and see you. I miss you.”
The pout on his lips is what makes you cave, and you step to the side to allow him into the apartment. You watch him carefully as he tugs his shoes off, letting him gaze around at your new (hopefully) temporary home.
“Cute place you got here—”
“Cut the crap, Sunwoo.” Before I cave and kiss you senseless like a fucking moron. “You wanted to talk. What about?”
He gestures to the couch, pursing his lips as you move past him to take a seat as far from him as possible. It’s tense, the air thick with words that will remain unsaid as long as you can help it. It’s hard to control yourself, though. Hard to keep strong like Hyori taught you when the man you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with is sitting right there looking just so…
Fuckable.
Fuck, maybe you’re just desperate.
“I…” Sunwoo fidgets with his hands, looking down at his lap for a moment. “God this is harder than I thought it would be.”
You soften just a bit, your body sinking into the couch and your legs tucking underneath you.
“I wanted to apologize,” he finally gets out with a tight smile. “For, well, everything. You didn’t deserve how I treated you. I shouldn’t have…slept with Eunbi, and I definitely shouldn’t have run you into debt. It was horrible of me, and I’m sorry.”
You kiss your teeth and he looks at you hopefully. “It was really shitty, Sunwoo. We were together for three years.”
“I know,” he turns fully toward you and reaches forward to take your hands in his. “And I’m sorry.” You search his eyes for a hint of anything that might tell you otherwise.
A smile spreads across your lips when you find exactly what you’re looking for.
Lust. Desperation. The exact emotions that you’d been feeling for the two months it had been since you’d broken up. And, with those emotions found and locked into your brain, you know exactly how to play with him.
“Sunwoo,” you coo and he jumps at the sudden switch of attitude. Your hands pull from his and you let them dance across his thighs. His eyes flick down, watching your hands and trailing up your body ever so slowly and eventually meeting your eyes. “You really mean it, baby?”
His cheeks darken, his lips parting in awe as you lean toward him, your breath fanning his face and sending shivers down his spine.
“Baby,” Sunwoo’s palm comes to rest on your hip, his thumb sliding under your shirt and rubbing gentle circles. “I don’t— are you— I mean aren’t you angry?”
“Of course I’m angry,” you shrug but the smile remains on your lips. Slowly, you begin to move your hand from his thigh to his crotch and press down just enough for his breath to hitch. “That’s why I want you to fuck me.”
He doesn’t move, his hand frozen on your hip, unsure of what to do and how to proceed. Your lips are centimeters from his, your eyes half-lidded and waiting for him to move. He continues to stay frozen, his breath uneven and heavy, so you kiss him. Hard.
You kiss him like you’re drunk—messy and wet, just as you know he likes it. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, pushing at his and forcing him into action. Your heart leaps at the feeling of his hands yanking you into his lap and his chest rumbling with a low groan. His lips move against yours with just as much passion and ferocity, his tongue flicking against yours and shoving past it to try and breach your mouth. He’s holding you so tight, his head shoving forward so you’re forced to lean back, but you’re not one to let him win so you push him back, grabbing his hair in one hand and yanking at the strands until he’s whining your name.
“What, baby?” You coo, pulling away from his lips and licking at the string of spit that connects your lips. “Don’t you like it when I pull your hair?”
Experimentally, you pull again and Sunwoo’s jaw drops open with an airy moan. “Mm, that’s what I thought.”
You connect with him again, biting and sucking and licking at them, enjoying the sounds he makes while he tries to kiss you back. His hands are squeezing your hips so tightly, pulling you down to grind against his jean-clad cock. If he can’t kiss you, he’s gonna make damn sure that you have a hard time focusing. Unfortunately for him, you know all of his tricks. You know exactly what he does and when he does it. For example, if you suck at the skin just beneath his jaw, right next to his Adam’s apple, he lets out such pretty whines.
“Baby,” he gasps out, hips jumping into yours. “Fuck, w-why do you have to k-know me so well?” You just laugh, sucking at the soft skin until it’s practically bruised. Pleased with your work, you bite down just enough for him to yelp before pulling back to admire it.
“You know me, Woo,” you purr, leaning forward again to lick a stripe up his neck and to his lips. They part, his mouth opening for you to lean over and gently kiss him with your tongue delicately brushing against his. Although maybe delicate isn’t quite the right word seeing as the moment your tongue is in his mouth, he starts to suck at it. One of his hands slides from your hip to tangle in your hair, holding you close to him as he sucks at the pink muscle and ruts his hips up into yours. You gasp quietly, just enough for it to get his attention. Sunwoo’s eyes are screwed shut, his hands holding you so tight that you’re afraid you’ll be bruised in the morning.
Who are you kidding, though?
If you aren’t bruised in the morning, you may just kick him out.
“Sunwoo,” you murmur but your words are muffled. He just groans, pulling you closer if it was even possible. “Sunwoo, baby. We’re not fucking on Hyori’s couch.”
“Then we’ll take the floor,” he grunts, pulling away in annoyance. “I haven’t had good sex in two months, I’m not wasting any fucking time on switching rooms.”
You scoff. “I’m not fucking you in my living room.”
He goes to argue with you, but you’re already moving off his lap. “You can’t be serious, baby.” There’s a challenge in your eyes as you reach for the hem of your shirt. Any arguments he may have had are gone the second your shirt hits the ground, your breasts sitting so nicely on your chest with no bra to hide them from his view.
“I’m very serious, Sunwoo.” Your hands move to the band of your shorts, the corner of your lips pulled into a smirk as you slowly pull them down your legs until you’re able to step out of them. As if in a trance, Sunwoo slowly rises to his feet, dragging forward until he’s merely a foot away from you. He reaches a hand out to grab you, but you take a step back. His brows furrow and he tries again but you’re still backing away from him. His trance seems to hold, much to your amusement, watching your breasts bounce with every step away from him until you reach your bedroom.
“You knew that would work.” Sunwoo pouts, but it’s quick to turn into a grin when you finally let him touch you. Immediately he pushes you down onto the mattress, crawling over you until you’re caged beneath him, your eyes wide with lust and anticipation while he tries to figure out where to start. “Fuck, been too long since I’ve seen these pretty tits.”
Your thighs rub together and you draw your bottom lip between your teeth as he shifts down your body until he’s face to face with your chest.
He’s a millimeter away from wrapping his lips around one of your nipples when you suddenly grab his hair and yank him back up, keeping his face in front of yours as you shift onto your knees.
“What the fuck?” He whines, eyes glassy and confused. “What’d you do that for?”
“You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?” You pout at him, mocking him, and his cheeks flush. “After everything you put me through, did you really think I’d make it so easy to get me again?”
“Well, I mean,” Sunwoo gulps, letting out a grunt when you pull his hair again. “Fucking— If you keep doing that, baby, I swear to god I’ll cum in my pants—” You just laugh at him, your eyes gleaming.
“You think a little begging is gonna stop me, Woo? What if,” you lean down until your lips brush against his ear, “I want you to do it?”
Another yank at his hair and his whole body shudders, his hips jerking violently into yours and his mouth dropping open. Loud moans leave his mouth, a bit of drool seeping out of the corner of his lips that you’re quick to swoop down and lick up.
You loved toying with him like this. You loved watching as he desperately tries to hold it together, to keep himself from cumming in his pants like a teenage boy but failing miserably at just one faint touch from you. Your hand falls from his hair, sliding down to his shoulder so you can push him to lie down on your mattress. He lets you, his eyes dazed and confused by what just happened to him but still staring at you with awe.
“You know what you can do to make it up to me, Sunwoo?” You slide his shirt up his torso and he follows your movements, grabbing the fabric once it gets too high and tugging it over his head.
“I’ll do anything, baby, please,” Sunwoo squeezes at your hips and pulls you down over his likely overstimulated cock. “Tell me what to do to make it better.”
“Let me sit on your face,” you purr, “eat me out like the good boy you are. If you make me squirt, I’ll even suck you off before I fuck you.”
“I thought I was fucking you?” Sunwoo cocks an eyebrow and you kiss your teeth.
“Who says both can’t happen?” You retort, shifting your body until your dripping cunt is positioned right over his mouth. “Now get going before I change my mind and you have to fuck a pillow instead.”
Sunwoo wastes no time, his hands coming to grip your hips and pulling you down so you’re fully seated over his mouth. The motion earns him a quiet gasp, one of your hands coming to tangle in his messy hair and the other gripping your headboard. You’re more turned on than you’d let him believe, your cunt practically dripping into his open mouth, and Sunwoo’s body shudders at the familiar taste. You haven’t changed in the eight weeks it’s been since he left you, and neither has he. Truly he missed you, missed the way your body practically molded to his, missed the sounds you made, the way you spoke to him. Fuck, he felt like he was gonna burst in his pants if he wasn’t careful.
Your hips rock into his tongue, forcing the muscle to dip into you just a little more, dipping into your hole before swiping up to your clit. Sunwoo had, when you first started dating, developed this little pattern when he ate you out. He would drag his tongue as far down as he could, slowly work his way up until he found your clit, and would suck and lick and bite at the little nub until you were quivering and begging and soaking his face. He did this over and over, however this time it was different. He worked slowly, letting you work your hips over his face and letting you set the pace. His tongue laves over your clit with no sense of urgency, no hunger. His lips hardly move, but you can feel the way his breathing stutters and you can hear all of his little gasps and whines
Frankly, it pissed you off.
You wanted him to try to take over. You wanted him to try to dominate you, to drive you wild, to rough you up like he always wanted. Here you were giving him free reign to do whatever he would like, and he’s not taking it.
It’s not like him, and it pisses you off so you lift your hips off his face, rolling off his body until you’re sat next to him with a scowl permanently etched into your face. Sunwoo looks up at you, lips contorted into a pout and his eyes fully dazed with confusion.
“Why’d you pull away?” His voice pitches into a whine, his hands reach to grab at your hips and pull you back over him.
“You’re a piece of shit, you know that?” You scoff, leaning back against your headboard and watching him rise onto his knees to look at you.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He leans toward you, hand resting on your thigh, and you smack it away.
“Don’t fucking touch me unless you’re gonna make it worth it for me!” You snap, beginning to slide off the bad.
In that split second, it’s like something clicks in Sunwoo. His pout transforms into a smirk, his eyes glinting with something sly. He follows you off the bed, moving so fast that you could barely blink before you were pinned against your dresser, his hand on the back of your neck and the sound of his belt being undone fills your ears.
“You’ve always been such a brat, haven’t you?” He leans in close, his lips brushing the skin between your shoulder blades. You struggle against him, pushing your hands against the dresser to force him back, but he’s stronger than you and forces you back down until you let your body become limp and pliant in his hold. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?”
“Fuck you,” you writhe beneath him, the hand not holding you down sliding down your back and cupping your ass in his palm. “Let me go, Kim Sunwoo.”
He kisses his teeth, and you can practically hear the way he smiles smugly at you. “Is that really how you want to talk to me? After all, I’m practically in control of your pleasure here.”
“I can take care of myself just fine.” You retort and turn your head to attempt a glare in his direction.
“You and I both know that you don’t get nearly enough satisfaction without me,” Sunwoo purrs, squeezing the flesh of your ass in his large hand before slipping his fingers down to your sopping wet heat. “You never have.”
He’s right, but you’d rather take a lifetime of nearly worthless orgasms than admit it to his stupid face. Your eyelids flutter when his fingers dip into you, pushing at your pulsing walls and stretching out your cunt to his liking. It’s as if he knows you like the back of his hand.
Scratch that.
Sunwoo does, annoyingly, know you like the back of his hand. Emotionally, physically, any way he could possibly learn. He knew that you loved how it felt when he bit down on the junction between your collarbone and your throat. He knew that you loved when he was rough with you— pulling your hair, spanking you, choking you, bruising your hips with his fingers. He practically marked it in his brain every little sweet spot you had.
So yeah, when he plunges his fingers deep inside you and curls them towards your front wall, just brushing against that sweet spot inside of you and practically forcing a loud moan from your body, you’re a bit peeved. Your whole fucking plan going out the window because your loser of an ex-boyfriend just happens to know you better than you want him to. Why did you have to date him for so long?
“Fuck,” you hiss out and roll your hips back against his hand. “Fuck, Sunwoo, why are you so-o good with your hands?” You stutter, much to your own dismay, and he drops his head against your shoulder.
“Taught only by the best, sweetheart.” His other hand swoops around your front, his index and middle fingers driving against your clit roughly until you’re squirming and crying for him, your head falling against the dresser and your legs threatening to collapse. Sunwoo pulls moan after moan, sob after sob, any noise he knows you can make. He pulls them all from within you until your throat is raw and threatening to crack. “Gonna cum? Gonna cum for your ex-boyfriend, Y/N? What a sick little girl you are— dripping all over my hands, moaning for the man who fucked your life up. Do you feel dirty? Do you know how filthy you are?”
You arch your back against him, tears springing to your eyes as he drives you closer and closer to an orgasm.
“G-gonna cum, Sunwoo,” you gasp out, “fuck, gonna cum all over your hands like a dirty little slut!”
Sunwoo stumbles over his movements for a second, only briefly surprised by your words before he’s picking the pace back up. “That’s right, beautiful. You’re a dirty little slut, huh? You’re my dirty little slut.”
Your walls tense around his fingers, so tight he can barely hold his pace, and your eyes squeeze shut. A sharp bite of pain fills your veins as you bite down on your lip, drawing a bit of blood as you try desperately to hold back the sounds that you know he’s trying to pull out of you. You fail, whining his name and reaching a hand back to tangle in his hair, yanking at the strands as you cum. Your walls flutter around his fingers, your cunt gushing with your slick and dripping down his hand. Sunwoo draws his fingers out of you, leaving you empty but not without the feeling of his other hand rubbing at your clit. The pleasure is overrun with overstimulation, an ache that turns your cries into quiet sobs.
“Sun-Sunwoo,” you plead, trying to pull yourself out of his grip. Unfortunately, you find yourself still trapped between his larger body and the wooden dresser. “Pl-please, ‘s too m-much!”
“Oh, is it?” he coos in your ear, nipping lightly at the skin beneath it. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t realize you wanted me to stop.”
When he finishes his sentence he all but rips his hand away from you. Your body immediately falls slack, your arms barely having the strength to catch you as your ex-boyfriend pulls away and works at his belt. Sunwoo watches your trembling body, the smug glint in his eye returning.
“You’re an…an asshole.” Your teeth grit together as you stumble over to him, gripping his jaw in your hand and squeezing tightly. “A true asshole, Kim Sunwoo.”
His body falls back, his hands going from his belt to your waist as you work at the button of his pants. “You love me, though.”
You scoff, “you think I still love you?”
His eyebrow quirks. “Don’t you? Why else would I be here, in your bed, on a random night months after we broke up.” Sunwoo lifts his hips as he speaks, allowing you to pull his clothing down just enough to get his rock-hard cock out.
“Because I haven’t had a good fuck since we broke up,” you say simply, hissing as you sink down on him. You’d dated him for three years and even after all that time, the sting that came with fucking him never went away. “Shit, forgot how big you were.”
His grip on your waist tightens, his jaw ticking as your hips meet his. “And I forgot how tight your little pussy was. Guess we’re both taking a little trip down— son of a bitch—”
Sunwoo cuts himself off with a loud groan as you clench around him, lifting your hips slowly before dropping back down with a loud smack of skin against skin.
“Were you saying something?” Your words come out breathy, a quiet whine following soon after as you begin to grind yourself down on Sunwoo’s cock.
“You’re a fucking menace,” Sunwoo grunts, his eyes squeezing shut and his body going completely slack. His fingers slip from your waist, instead resting on the sides of your thighs. He lets you take control, lets you take as much as you want from him. “I missed you, missed your fucking cunt.” A tight squeeze against your skin before his jaw falls open and loud moans fill the air. You can’t bring yourself to laugh, your focus entirely on holding a steady pace and drawing the knot in your stomach back into place. The sting in your thighs is almost unbearable, almost too much for you, but you’d be damned if you didn’t finish what you started.
Your hands find purchase on Sunwoo’s chest, your dark green nails digging into his chest and breaking the skin. Slowly, ever so slowly, you raise your hips again and let them fall. His tip punches into the sweetest spot inside of you, pushing against it over and over as you repeat your motions. You let your body sink forward, your chest against his and your faces mere centimeters away from each other. You’re so close that you can see the tiny beads of sweat beginning to form on his face, the way his eyelashes flutter.
“Such a pretty boy, hm?” You murmur, dipping your head down and licking away a bead of sweat on his jawline. “So pretty, so good for me.” Your walls flutter again and Sunwoo wwhines, taking hold of your ass with both hands.
“C-can’t—” Sunwoo gasps out, but his words become choked moans. “Fuck, you- you feel t-too good.”
You laugh, sucking a hickey into his golden skin, biting at the purple mark when you’re finished. “Only the best for you, baby.”
His hips begin to thrust into yours, his hands holding your body in place as he chases an orgasm that’s so close that he can practically taste it. You watch as his eyes roll back, your own drifting shut as you let pleasure overcome you again. He doesn’t stop, and you don’t want him to, even when liquid spurts out of you and coats his lower body, your sheets, and everything beneath the two of you. Even when his cum drips out of you in thick white globs and smears against your skin. He doesn’t stop until his hips are jerking and not a single drop of cum can be pulled from his cock.
Your body is shaking, but you find enough strength to pull your body away from his, sinking to your knees in front of him. Sunwoo can barely lift his head to watch you, his hand lacing into your hair as you take his softening cock into your mouth and suck gently at it, moaning at the taste of your cum mixing together, You place your hands on both of his thighs, sucking and licking until there’s nothing left, leaving him half-hard and twitching in your mouth.
“You’re fucking insatiable, sweetheart,” Sunwoo moans so prettily, trying to tug you off of him. You giggle, letting him pull you off but dropping your head to give his balls the same attention you’d given his cock. “Son of a— baby, baby wait—”
You pull off him when he says that, laying your cheek on his thigh and watch him try to catch his breath. His chest heaves, his grip on your hair tightening and loosening repeatedly in an attempt to ground himself.
“Had enough?” Your lips press against his warm skin and he scoffs.
“You’re terrible.”
“Mm…is that so?” you press another kiss and he sits up, sliding his hand from your hair to your chin and grabbing it between his thumb and pointer to pull you toward him.
“I fucking love you.” The kiss he gives you is hot, wet, and messy. His tongue dips into your mouth pushing further and further until he’s practically in your throat before pulling back and staring down at you. “My little minx.”
You smile, eyes fluttering when he closes the gap between your mouths again.
“What the fuck? Sunwoo stares at you from the couch cushion, eyes narrowed into a glare. “You’re— what the fuck?”
“I want you out of my apartment.” You shrug, crossing your arms as you sip at your coffee. “Simple as that.”
“But I—” he shakes his head, rubbing at his eyes as he tries to comprehend what you’re saying. “I thought that you— I thought we had a good time. I thought you…that you wanted me back. I don’t— I don’t understand.”
“You thought I wanted you back?” You scoff, lips twitching into a smirk. “What gave you that idea?”
“Maybe the fact that you said you did!”
You kiss your teeth and set your coffee down on the counter behind you. Sunwoo watches your every move, feet tapping against the carpet beneath him.
“Sunwoo, do you know what my favorite kink is?”
“I don’t fucking know, somnophilia?”
You can’t help but laugh at his response, tilting your head back and putting a hand on your chest. Sunwoo, however, isn’t laughing. He looks at you with confusion and anger, a mix of emotions you can relate to all too well.
“You’re so funny, baby.” You’re close enough now that you’re able to sit beside him and let your hand tangle in his hair. You practically straddle him, one leg thrown across his lap and your lips sucking at his neck, adding to the…decorations you had left the night before. “But no, it’s not. Close!”
He leans into your touch, although it may be a bit reluctantly if the look on his face is anything to go off of.
“What is it, then? Hm? What, do you have some sort of like, secret piss kink?” He pulls your face toward his, kissing you and almost making you doubt your decision.
“Ew, Sunwoo,” you wrinkle your nose, scratching your nails lightly on the back of his neck and relishing in the goosebumps forming under your skin. “Karma. That’s my favorite kink.”
“And why is that?” He noses at your jawline. “Why would you wish karma on me, hm? Don’t you like how I touch you?” You tilt your head back, humming as he mouths at your throat.
“Of course I do,” you admit. “But I also have self-respect. And you fucked my sister.” He tenses, pulling back from you.
“I thought you were over that?”
“Why would I get over you fucking my sister?” you smack the back of his head and stand from the couch. “You’re a fucking idiot, Kim Sunwoo, and I truly hope I never see your face again.”
“You can’t be serious.” He’s standing too, reaching a hand toward you in a desperate attempt to get you to talk to him. “C’mon, baby. Isn’t this too much? We would be so happy together!”
“We tried that once before,” you push him back, forcing him closer to the door. “And it didn’t end well.”
“I made a mistake, so what?!” He snaps, almost dropping his shoes as you shove them into his arms. “I admit it! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have cheated on you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“I want you to get the fuck out of my apartment and never speak to me again, actually.” You open the door, waving your hand in a shooing motion. “Bye now!”
He tries to speak again, but the door slamming in his face stops him. You breathe out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the cold metal, and close your eyes.
“He took that shockingly well,” the door of Hyori’s room clicks shut as she steps into the living room, and you open your eyes to look at her. You smirk a bit, letting your body relax.
“I expected him to try fucking me again.”
“Honestly so did I,” she hands you the mug of coffee you’d set down and takes her seat on the couch. “Was it worth it?”
“Hm?” You tilt your head.
“You know,” she waves her hand at the door. “That. Was fucking him and kicking him out really worth it?”
You shrug. “Yeah, I think so. I mean, I at least got some good shit out of it.”
“A good fuck.” Hyori agrees.
“And some money.” You smile, that same smug smile that Sunwoo had been flashing you all night. It was almost uncanny, and you watch Hyori’s nose wrinkle.
“He paid you?”
“Ew, no, I realize that came out wrong.”
“Oh,” she sighs. “Thank god, I thought I would have to smack some sense into you and then take the money for myself.”
“No, never like that.” You shake your head and smile. “More like the money that was in his wallet.”
Hyori barks out a laugh. “Yeah, right. You had the time to get the money from his wallet between everything that…that was happening…” she trails off, sinking back in her cushion as you pull a massive wad of cash and a credit card out of the drawer in the side table next to you. “Holy shit, how did you…how did he not notice?”
“I’m a very good distraction,” you shrug.
“Why did you…why the fuck did you do that?” She’s appalled and, for the record, you completely understand why. However, you have a perfectly good reason.
You only shrug in response to her question.
“Isn’t it obvious? Karma.”
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Like Honey
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✧ pairing: bf! sunwoo x gf! reader
✦ genre: smut
✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, cursing, oral— female receiving, p!ssy drunk sunwoo, filthy sunwoo, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, praising, pet names, kissing, aftercare, sunwoo is in freaking love with you
✦ word count: 5k words
✧ synopsis: you and your boyfriend are getting ready for bed, and he can’t help but want a midnight snack.
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Spending time with your friends was always filled with boisterous laughter and excitement, but you were always left drained afterwards.
Tonight, you and Sunwoo had dinner with Chanhee and Changmin. It was frequent that you four spent time together since those two were some of Sunwoo’s bestest friends.
You adored them beyond words, but even if you could never become tired of them, your body signaled to you that you needed rest after a long day and time well-spent.
As soon as Sunwoo unlocked the front door and you entered your shared apartment, you immediately removed your shoes and put them on their respective spot on the shoe rack.
Exhausted, you trudged towards the bathroom, dreading removing your makeup but having to do so before you could finally hit the hay.
Entering the bathroom connected to your bedroom, you gather your makeup removal products and skincare, proceeding with taking it all off and washing your face. You then brush your teeth and rinse your mouth, doing all of it in comfortable silence while your boyfriend is getting out of his outside clothes and changing into something more comfortable in the bedroom.
When you’re done, you leave the bathroom and step into the bedroom, wearily smiling at Sunwoo. Of which, he reciprocates as he walks past you to begin his own night time routine.
You rustle through your drawers to pick out some sleepwear, opting with a plain white crop top and some basic black boy shorts. Some looser material would be ideal, but it seemed like a majority of your loungewear was in the hamper.
It felt a bit muggy all day to wear too much clothing to bed tonight. Even though air conditioning exists, you know with your boyfriend curled up next to you that he’d add even more heat onto your body. The less material on you, the better.
After changing, you grab the clothes you’ve shimmied off from the floor and head towards the laundry hamper tucked away in the closet in the bathroom.
You put away the dirty clothing, making a mental note in seeing how almost-full it is that you’d plan to wash tomorrow.
You catch sight of Sunwoo finishing up his own skincare routine, a white spa headband resting over his head, keeping his bangs pushed back while he washed his face.
You then navigate your eyes to his bare back, trailing all the way down to his bottom. Sweatpants hung low around his hips, leaving the waistband of his black Celine boxer briefs in clear view, exposed.
It’s kinda humorous and cute, seeing the juxtaposition of the soft headband with a bow on it adorning your boyfriend’s head while he was wearing pants that you and him both know damn-well outlined his cock deliciously and made his ass look great.
His body is well-toned, with his small waist, arm muscles that flexed unconsciously while proceeding with his night routine— or when doing anything for that matter, and his provocative back. You just admire lowkey half-asleep to yourself, appreciating all the duality he has to offer belongs to lucky you, and you only.
“Almost ready for bed?” you question, followed by an involuntary yawn. Sleep was calling your name, but you didn’t want to bury yourself under the covers until Sunwoo was concomitantly doing it with you.
“Yeah, baby.” he twists slightly to look in your direction at the sound of your voice, an arm raising up to remove the headband from his hair, those fluffy bangs of his bouncing out and hiding his forehead.
You stood under the doorway, right hand resting against the side of the doorframe, and left hand tucked behind your back with ankles crossed.
Sunwoo takes in your presence, his adam’s apple bopping as he swallows hard from his view.
His pupils were spellbound by you when he sees what you’re wearing. It’s hard to not notice the prominent buds that are your nipples clearly visible as the shirt you’ve chosen is snug and lightweight. As well as the outline of your areola’s, noticeable thanks to the bathroom lighting and due to the whiteness of your top.
Your bare legs are also left on display. Those tight cotton boy shorts highlight the curves of your body, and probably make your behind look damn-near perfect and plump. How dare you wear such tight-ass clothing to bed tonight? Are you aware that you live with a man who has carnal instincts and gets a hard-on just from listening to you speak?
As if you weren’t already beautiful enough, the compressed clothing only drew more attention to you. It accentuated every curve and dip of your body. Regardless what you thought about your body, Sunwoo always appreciated every inch of your skin. From your tummy, to any beauty, birth, or stretch marks, to your fleshy ass— all of it. He claimed and loved every part of you, internally and externally.
You shut your eyes for a moment, still in the same stance, pouting your lips cutely at Sunwoo. You don’t even realize what’s going on in your boyfriend’s mind right now, too sleepy to think clearly about anything. All you care about is him crawling into bed with you and catching some z’s.
Looking at you, Sunwoo smirks while he thinks you’re such an innocent little thing. Too tired to realize the effect you have on him right now. He could just eat you up.
And he might actually do just that.
Your eyes open back up as you hear him begin to take a couple steps forward, and your lips curl upwards thinking it’s time to actually go to bed.
Though as you begin to turn around, Sunwoo grabs hold of your wrist, stopping you before you can even get in a step.
You’re suddenly facing him, brows furrowed in confusion at him stopping you. He pulled you in against his chest, hands traveling smoothly down your body until they meet your rear.
He holds and palms at your ass through your underwear, wetting his lips with his tongue as he feels the bottom of your cheeks openly, left peeking out from the fabric.
His touchiness washes off any ounce of drowsiness you had momentarily as you register what he is leading into.
“I know what you’re thinking, but not tonight. I’m sleepy. We can have sex tomorrow, baby.”
Sunwoo merely sighs deeply, hands still on you as he continues to feel you up despite your words.
“Sweetheart…” he begins. “You cannot wear something like this and expect me to not wanna have my way with you.” he repositions his hands over either side of your waist, dragging his thumbs gently over your bare skin soothingly. You’re pulled off his chest, meeting his face, his eyes bearing desperation.
You bring your hands to his shoulders, massaging his muscles lovingly while shaking your head, honestly not surprised that your man is in the mood to play right now. When is he not?
“Most of my other pjs are dirty right now. Plus, I’m feeling kinda’ hot right now.” you simply say.
His thumb starts lazily playing with the waistband of your panties, flicking it against your skin. “Yeah? I’m also feeling kinda’ hot.” his eyes are solely trained on your underwear while he speaks, as if he were stuck in a trance.
You take a second to look down at his crotch, encountering the tantalizing tease of his package that is seemingly demanding attention.
He notices that you sensed his boner, biting back a chuckle once you shoot a glare at him.
“I’m just a boy.” he huffs out, sighing dramatically.
“Yeah, a horny one.” you scoff, about to playfully slap his hands off you before his quick reflexes catch them, his fingers enclasping with your own, now holding both your hands.
“Let me eat you out, gorgeous.” the lust behind your boyfriend’s dark brown eyes is heavily apparent. Although you were looking forward to slumber, your body begins to betray you and switch up. Your core can’t help but tingle, blood flowing to your pussy and swelling in excitement from Sunwoo’s words and fervent hunger for you.
“Please?” he whispers in front of you. Those big, beautiful brown eyes of his bore into yours, his hands still holding yours. His intense gaze and touch is causing your body temperature to increase even more, not just from the air.
His neediness is making you want to fold. The fact that he really is desperate to have a taste of you and focus the pleasures on you is saying a lot right now. He must really want you bad.
“Fuck, I just can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.” your top teeth capture your bottom lip for a moment, Sunwoo having possessed you and falling for his charms.
You were easy, but so was he. It was too easy to succumb to each other and be aroused when you two were infatuated with one another.
Sleep can fucking wait.
Sunwoo’s lips form a smile, cheering internally that he’s convinced you. He couldn’t help himself. He craved to show you how much he desired and felt about you.
His smile is still there as he dives towards your face, connecting his lips with yours. Your mouth opens and welcomes his, your hands thrown around his neck tightly as he slips his tongue into your mouth hungrily.
You each kiss one another amorously. His tongue brushes past your lips and dances with your own, stimulating yours and making your sex hormones spiral in excitement.
Sunwoo’s left hand pinches the skin on your waist, lost in your lips while his right hand grabs your jaw in attempt to keep you steady and as close to him as possible.
A hazy feeling inhabits your body, unable to think straight, just yearning for your boyfriend to keep attacking you insatiably with his lips. You’re already visualizing in your head him between your thighs with his mouth vibrating over your pussy, and that causes a moan to let loose from your throat in between open-mouth kisses.
“Fuckkk,” his chest rumbles as he breathes out and you pull away to catch your breath, shifting in place, anxious for more attention.
His hand that was still on your waist redirects to the other side of your untouched jaw. Now cupping your face, passion carried in his eyes as he searches every inch of your face, enamored by you.
“Tell me you want me to eat you out. Wanna hear you say it.” his intense stare makes you fidget. You crave for things to get going already but he always makes you lose any coherence. His bold nature always has you melting and shy, going dumb at his mere presence and flirtatious demeanor.
“Hm?” at your lack of immediate speech, those Bratz doll-like lips of his pout slightly, brows raised as he looks at you with pleading eyes, emphasizing with his teasing expression how he’s expecting you to use your words.
You’re unable to look away shyly as his hands still clutch to your face, no way of backing out. Curse Sunwoo and his ability to make you feel so weak and vulnerable.
You secretly loved it, though.
“Wa— Want your mouth on my pussy… please.” you shakily breathed, heart racing as you see the satisfied smirk on his face that appears at your words.
“Since you asked so nicely, I think I have to give my baby what she wants,” he says, in awe at how you do exactly what he asks. You’re just so perfect.
He pulls your face towards his own, lips locking once again. Only this time, the kiss is softer and more delicate. He held your face as he kissed you sweetly and slowly, soaking in the feeling of the warmth of your breath and the faint taste of the lip balm you would always apply at the end of your night routine.
Humming at the taste of you, he pulls away and wastes no more time, grabbing your hand and makes way towards the bed.
You take a seat on the edge of the bed, sitting up straight as Sunwoo towers in front of you.
He moves around the bed towards the headboard and reaches for a pillow, placing it right in the center of the sheets.
“Lay down for me, sweetheart.” he instructs.
You follow his dominance, allowing your back to fall slowly onto the mattress, the back of your head hitting the pillow he placed for you.
“Good girl. I’ll take care of you.” he murmurs, bringing a hand to your knee to stroke it affectionately. Every inch of your skin prickled with goosebumps from this angle, waiting for Sunwoo to touch you where you needed it the most.
He suddenly gets on the bed, your eyes widening slightly as his arms and legs are now on either side of you, holding himself up over your body. Those beautiful eyes of his settle on your breasts, cocking his head as he stares at them shamelessly, making your face redden at him ogling your chest.
“The girls are sitting pretty. So pretty that I think i’ll keep your shirt on.” he chuckles, diving his face down into one of your mounds and sucking a nipple through the tight material, causing you to whimper at his unexpected act.
He’s teasing you, taking his time sucking at both your erect nipples through your shirt, and fondles with your tits through the fabric, smirking and looking up at you as he does so.
Your thighs press together at how erotic this is, fingers clinging onto the sheets from how this is driving you delirious. His teasing is addictive but painful. You don’t know if you can be patient any longer.
“Sunwoo!” you whine, swallowing hard and your shaky breaths fill the room— music to his ears.
And he’s just getting started.
“God, you’re so sexy.” he practically growls, removing his mouth from your clothed tits and looking proudly at the wet patches of his own saliva he’s left stained behind.
He crawls off over you and off the bed, starting to kneel down and position himself on the ground, getting ready to feast in between your legs.
One of his calloused hands paw at your exposed stomach, feeling your tummy up and down, toying with your senses even more as his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear every time he rubs down, coming in contact with your pubic region as he does so.
“Sunwoo, please…” you faintly beg. You don’t know how much more teasing you can take. Your pussy might as well be whining aloud at this point alongside you.
He’s eyeing your expressions, finding amusement in the way your brows creased, how your lips remained parted, and at your increase in breathing.
He then grazes his lips over your inner thighs, beginning to trail kisses over the skin. You can’t help but squirm a bit as he gets closer to the most intimate part of your body, causing him to keep his hand on your stomach, holding you in place.
“Hey,” he warns, making you whimper. “I know, sweetheart. But be good for me, ‘kay?”
He finally decides to end your sexual frustration and any more delay, thinking he’s played with your mind enough already to get you going.
And now, he should get to playing with that pretty pussy of yours.
His fingers hook around the waistband of your boy shorts, tugging them all the way down your legs.
Once fully off, he finds the gusset of your underwear, boldly bringing it to his nose and inhales with it making direct contact against his nostrils, feeling the dampness you’ve left behind.
“Mhmmm.” he sighs in pleasure of the arousing smell lingering, cock twitching in excitement, making you gasp and nibble on your bottom lip at the lewd scene. Watching as he visibly enjoys your dirty underwear, sending your mind into a fucking frenzy at how filthy he was.
He’s not embarrassed in the slightest at showing how attracted he is to you, and it makes you want to combust with cum just at that.
He stuffs the underwear in the pocket of his sweats for now, and his dominant hand finally seeks for your demanding region. He cups your sex and feels how warm you are down here, as well as the lubricating fluid you have produced thus far from sexual excitement.
You suck in a breath at his large hand greeting you, quickening heartbeat at the feeling.
“Awe, so needy, hm? She’s aching isn’t she?” his voice is laced with fake sympathy as he taunts you, eyes going back and forth between your own and your cunt as he speaks.
He has you whimpering desperately, making him snicker at the fact that only he can make you feel this way.
He dives in between your legs to press a kiss over your folds, emphasizing the pucker sound of his lips greatly. He then drags the broad, flat of his tongue up along your entire pussy, almost-painfully slow and leaving behind his spit.
“Ah, shit!” you moan, clenching the sheets in between your fingers, trying your best to not close your legs or squirm too much at the sensitive feeling. This is what you wanted, after all.
Sunwoo ganders over your glistening cunt, savoring how it’s served right in front of him. Extremely blessed that you present it to him and that he gets to call you his. He thinks this every-single time, and it’ll always leave him wonderstruck.
He takes a good whiff of your pussy, his throat rumbling as he groans from the smell of your arousal. Lusty to his nostrils.
“Always so fucking pretty, just like you, gorgeous.” he refers to your cunt and then to you, making you mewl like crazy.
He finally attaches his mouth fully onto your sex, beginning to suck and lick at your folds, his groans vibrating all over your cunt.
“Mmph— fuck! Sunwoo!”
His tongue parts through your pussy lips and licks open your hole. He licks and slurps hungrily as if you were a pudding cup, trying to reach every crack and crevice of your sex with his mouth. His saliva mixes with your arousal, creating a hot, wet mess down there.
You can’t help but arch your back at the intense devotion he’s showering to your cunt. Feeling like you’re so helpless as you don’t know what to do with all the pleasure coursing through your veins while his mouth makes love to your pussy.
Your dominant hand reaches out into Sunwoo’s fluffy locks, beginning to desperately tug onto his hair and pull it slightly, letting him know how he’s driving your senses crazy.
He raises his head up slightly, backing away from your folds momentarily, making you lose the grip on his hair. He licks his lips as he meets your gaze, drool starting to drip from the corners of his mouth.
“Got me so pussy drunk, baby.” he laughs, then starts attending to your cunt again.
His eyes are still locked with your own as he sticks an index and middle finger in his mouth together, coating them with the wetness of his mouth and pulls out with a soft pop.
Although you’re wet enough that you can take it without him having to lubricate them with his mouth beforehand, he does it for show, his cock throbbing at how heavy lidded your eyes are as you watch him in a awestruck daze.
Even with you knowing what’s coming, you still jolt as he inserts his two digits, hissing at the feeling of them sliding up into your hole.
He smirks as he crooks them just right, fingers curled while he pumps into your warm sex.
Those thick fingers of his now fill you up and you can’t help but continue to breathe heavily as a whole slew of sexual hormones are running untamed throughout your body.
Sunwoo then decides to simultaneously take care of your swollen clit, attaching his mouth back onto your pussy over the engorged bud, adding more feelings of euphoria to your mind.
Every-single nerve ending of your clit tingles from those pillowy lips of his and his tongue lapping around. You can’t help but buck your hips into his fingers and face, moaning nonstop from the stimulation of his fingers while he eats you.
“Sun— Su— Sunwoo.” breathless whines roll out of you.
“You like that? Yeah?” he breathes out in between sucks, smirking as his actions are making you lose control, moving uncontrollably and crying out his name.
He continues to drive his fingers in you nonstop, steadily thrusting them into you and brushing along your spongey walls.
Squishy noises from the amount of wetness your pussy is coated in fills the room, only encouraging Sunwoo to continue the pace and maintain suction on your bundle of nerves.
His fingers are hitting you just right— in that special spot. He feels your cunt clamp around his fingers, giving them a nice squeeze. Oh, you’re so tight and close, he thinks to himself.
Your boyfriend is drawn to the way you ball up the bedsheets within your fists. How you buck up your hips so eagerly. The way the expressions on your face are beautifully screwed up— brows furrowed, mouth left hanging, eyes rolling back and fluttering.
He’s rock hard in seeing and hearing your reactions, blood rushing and flowing to his genitals as yours do. So turned on from the control he has over you, bringing you immense pleasure from his touches, and drowned in the pretty noises your body is making from your mouth and cunt.
The exhilarating duo of his mouth and thick fingers is becoming overpowering to your brain and body. If possible than already is, your breathing starts getting heavier and whinier in a stronger manner at the feeling of your stomach tightening and pussy feeling so full.
Every muscle in your body squeezes at the intense pressure crashing over you. Your body is in so much heat, beginning to feel that familiar coiled tension that you know all too well. Though this time, it feels slightly different. It’s somewhat stronger, and almost unbearable to keep holding it in. And uncontrollable.
The sensation has you crying out Sunwoo’s name and mumbling brokenly. You’re suddenly growing teary-eyed, shaking your head from left to right as the strong urge to release is raging to be let free.
Sunwoo evidently hears and sees you struggling and coming close to crashing down, so he begins to encourage you to relieve yourself.
“Let it go, baby! Ride it out on my face and fingers.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare hold back.”
“Show me how much you love it. I wanna see you cum on me. Show me, baby girl.”
Soft tremors from the inside of your thighs build into your legs beginning to shake nonstop as you listen to his words— even in your mind-numbing daze— and so you swamp his face, fingers, and entire veiny hand with your fluids.
High pitched practically-screams leave your mouth instantly as your clear fluid gushes out and splashes up into your boyfriend’s face, teardrops running down your heated cheeks from the feeling of relief.
You’re left speechless at the awareness of the amount of release coming out of you. It’s an amount that is foreign to you, almost like you’re squirting.
Your squirts synchronize with the way your pussy is pulsing as you orgasm, all slippery and runny fluid washing down.
Too focused on your release bewitching you, you don’t even process how you’re affecting Sunwoo.
He has never heard you this insanely vocal in the times you shared any type of sex. Nor has he been blessed with witnessing this much fluid spouting out from your cunt.
He believes you have just squirted.
And he’s the sole reason why.
“Oh fuck, baby!” your pleasure amplifies his pleasure, his cock pulsating under his underwear, making him buck his hips shamelessly into the air.
He grunts and groans as he does so, into your sex as he slurps some of your fluids and essence into his mouth. So tangy and sweet to his tastebuds.
You’re just so fucking sexy and always never cease to amaze him.
It’s so fulfilling. The rewarding feeling that he made you get to this point. Your squirt coinciding with your cum. All this just for him. Because of him.
His body responds to how he feels about you and this erotic scene by blowing a hot load of cum in his underwear. He can’t even be embarrassed about it. Fuck it. That was beautiful.
Your ears are ringing and you’re dizzy, feeling like you’re going in-and-out of consciousness.
Meanwhile, Sunwoo is trying to catch his breath as he comes down from his orgasm, still eye-level with your pussy.
He looks like a glazed donut with your pussy liquids glistening his face. He licks the corners of his mouth and rubs whatever remains with the back of his hand, and backs away from your cunt.
He crawls over the bed towards your side at your shivering state and lack of words, and immediately brings his hand to your hair, massaging and caressing your head.
“Hey, baby, talk to me.” his voice gravelly.
“Mhmm.” you moan weakly, eyes closed and barely fluttering open.
“You were so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.” he praises, pressing tender kisses against the flesh of your cheek, attempting to bring you back to your regular state of mind.
“Stay awake for me. Gonna clean us up, ‘kay?”
Sunwoo quickly gets off the bed, scurrying to find the baby wipes and towel to clean you up before you knock out.
He cleans you up first, making you hiss slightly at the feeling of any contact towards your sensitive pussy after coming down, but he coos at you and says sweet nothings during the short process.
He notices some of your fluids have left the sheets under your lower region all soaked and stained. It was no problem to him— he didn’t care, but he’d have to change them super fast and unfortunately move you off the bed to do so.
You’re suddenly picked up momentarily by your boyfriend, and he starts to carry you out the room, towards the living room, and places you gently over the couch.
You feel less hazy now and eyes are more open, curious as to what Sunwoo was doing.
“Gonna change the sheets real fast and i’ll be back to grab you and then get you some fresh underwear.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and you hummed, watching as he walked back into the room.
It didn’t take long for him to get on some fresh sheets, keeping his promise and coming back to carry you back to bed. He places you on the mattress and gets you into a fresh pair of panties, not being able to help himself in pressing sweet kisses onto your thighs as he swells in love from taking care of you.
He then adjusts you to be tucked under the covers and walks away, making you whine at him not immediately joining you.
“Sunwoo… come to bed, baby.” you pout tiredly.
He can’t help but melt at your cuteness and begging. Wanting nothing more than to be snuggled up by your side right now.
“I gotta clean myself up first. Give me a minute, sweetheart.”
You’re not sure what he means, not knowing that he came in his underwear. You were too far gone to notice he had an untouched release.
He grabbed a fresh pair of boxer briefs and headed to the bathroom. He quickly removed his sweats and ruined underwear, dealt with the mess, and pulled on the clean underwear.
He took care of himself and walked back into the bedroom, finally joining you and going to do what you wanted to do in the first place.
Once his body hits the bed and settles, he pulls you towards his bare chest and you cling onto him.
You sigh contently as you close your eyes, happily cuddling into him.
With his bare legs entangled with your own, you are made aware that he’s removed his sweats and had to change.
Curious, you decide to ask him why.
He bites his lip before answering, feeling just an ounce of shyness, but honestly who cares? You make him weak all the time. He’s in fucking love with you.
“You made me cum.” he chuckles.
“Really?” you’re shocked and amused.
“Yeah. You squirted, baby. That was so fucking hot. You’ve never done that before, have you?”
“Wait what!?” N-no, I don’t think so. It was so intense. Never felt anything like that before.” you babbled, face reddening.
You’ve never poured out a release like that. Like, squirting? That’s what that was. You’ve obviously heard about it but didn’t think you were capable in doing so.
“Hey— I loved it. Don’t think too much about it. That was probably the hottest thing I have ever seen.” he tells you, making your face heat up even more.
“My little squirter.” he grins from ear to ear, earning him a kick from you to his own leg from underneath the covers at his teasing.
“Hey!” he responds to your kick, hissing but laughing slightly from your action. “That’s a compliment.”
“Let’s just talk more tomorrow, baby.” you roll your eyes playfully, and then shut them. You guys can talk more about this tomorrow. He’s already ripped you away from sleep by wanting to eat you— though, you cannot complain. That was singlehandedly the best oral sex you’ve ever had. But now, you just want to actually go to sleep with your pretty boy.
Sunwoo listens, smiling like an idiot at your figure. He ends the teasing (for now) and lays a kiss over your hair, rubbing your back as you rested against his chest, starting to drift off to sleep.
“I love you so much.” he whispers into the air, thinking you’re asleep already, but he says it anyways.
A quiet giggle surprises him though, making his heartbeat flutter at your beautiful sound.
“I love you, too.”
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sunwoo and eric like to make sure you're taken care of.
they take turns eating you out and sucking on your tits.
sometimes, they have you riding one cock and sucking another, both of them filling you up with multiple loads of cum.
but their favourite position, is when you're stuffed full of both their cocks, your head thrown back and squeals of pleasure leaving your mouth.
"fuck, so good for us baby."
"you like taking two cocks, don't you baby?"
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sip and learn | the boyz kim sunwoo
“Got you a morning drink,” rattling the ice inside the cylinder and putting it where his mark prettily shows. “Probably should put it on there. They say it’s good to ice your bruises.”
pairing » the boyz kim sunwoo x fem!reader
trope/au » situationship au, non-idol au
genre » mildly suggestive (as compared to this), a bit of fluff...?, sunwoo likes to tease the reader who is in denial :D, flirty sunwoo and reader who is not to resistant to it, whipped kim sunwoo
word count, estimated reading time » 2407, ~9 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » suggestive!!, dom! sunwoo (and flustered reader), kissing and making out, they're in public but no one is around, dirty/suggestive talking (allusions to s*x), sunwoo kind of pulls the reader to his lap and carries you, sunwoo giving you a drink through kissing you, marking (sunwoo to reader), pet name (baby girl, baby boy), swearing, dirty minded sunwoo (oop), sunwoo is physically bigger and taller, rapid proofread a couple of times
navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz masterlist
...hm-
Finally.
It turns out that universities do care about some of their students’ health after all. After a gruelling non-stop six weeks' worth of content, you're finally excited to not only catch up on some of the work you don't manage to touch but also that you won't have to watch lectures that seem like carbon copies of your textbook. In addition to that, you also get the choice to stay indoors all week which is a dream for all overworked students.
Sitting in a slightly quiet area under the trees accompanied by your friend is one of the best ways to end the tiring six weeks. All is nice and cool as you let the wind brush against your skin, sighing at the temperature. Your friend follows you shortly after but disrupts the peace with a question.
The tip of her shoe hits yours, “So, how was the date?”
The implying tone from your relaxed best friend caused you to roll your eyes, “It wasn’t a date. It was just a hangout.”
“Oh yeah, I bet,” she agreed sarcastically. “How many times did you kiss him while you were at it?”
The information was about to spill out from your mouth without a second thought. You were so close to embarrassing yourself with the fact that you were not only all over Kim Sunwoo’s lips yesterday, but all around that annoyingly handsome face of his and slightly down his neck. The heat rises to your cheek but you play it cool by shrugging your shoulders, pushing last night’s events to the back of your head.
The way you responded only elicits an amused chuckle from your best friend. She knows you're avoiding the truth. “Stop pretending not to be in love with him,” she sighs. “Your denial is getting so damn embarrassing.”
You relaxed your eyelids close once more, focusing on nature instead with your palms behind your back to lean. “It's not embarrassing because I'm not even in denial about that loser.”
You allow yourself to ramble some more, listing points to prove to her that you're not in love with the man. Usually, your friend would give you unconvincing hums which you're now used to. But the lack of response from her made you uneasy, as even though you had your eyes closed, the image of her raised eyebrows and the corner of her lips slightly raised is clear in your mind.
That is the expression you're greeted with when you bring yourself back to reality. However, her eyes were nowhere near you, a mischievous smile growing bigger at the sight of a familiar person approaching you from behind. Your eye twitches, knowing exactly who it was. You dusted the sand and dirt remnants from your palm, ready to stand up to your feet when a force behind weights you back down.
You yelp slightly at the force, your now dirty palms again stopping you face planting to the Earth.
“Kim fucking Sunwoo!” You called out the man who secured his hold around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Get off me, you fucking stink.”
“Really?” The boy does the opposite, sitting down and spreading his legs beside your thighs, pulling you closer to his chest. “Last time I checked I smelled pretty good.”
He does. You're not going to admit that though.
“Yeah, maybe after spending time at a rubbish bin.”
Your friend couldn't help but snicker at that. She wonders if you would give the poor boy a break sometime but seeing you both like this, obviously love sick for each other, she chose to make this her everyday entertainment.
“Okay,” your friend collected her things. “I'll see you soon,” winking at you. “And you,” pointing at Sunwoo, “Please use protection.”
“Hey!”
“Will do!”
You whip your head back to Sunwoo’s sharp jawline, slapping his arm at the comment. When your friend was comfortably out of space, a finger traced along the front of your bra’s underband. The courageous touch in public made you yelp a little. Your reaction didn’t faze him at all because he predicted it all; you fold with even the smallest touch of him after all.
“Feeling sensitive, baby girl?” The airyness of his husky voice sent chills down your spine. It also sent your stomach doing flips and your hands stopped slapping him for a change.
“No,” you answer softly. Trying to push off is futile as you learnt from past events and so you let him win, taking a mental note to lecture him later.
“Baby girl…” the tip of his nose brushes along the underside of your jawline, shuddering at the light touch as he just ghosts over your slowly heating skin.
Though tight, your lips displayed a smile. From the corner of your eye, you know he’s enjoying the situation, “In front of everyone?” Turns out you couldn’t keep your question for later.
“There's literally no one here,” you felt his shoulders shrug. An arm stays secure around your waist, the other guiding your chin to face him. “You smell delicious,” the whisper hits the shell of your ear so gracefully that your gulp becomes audible.
Sunwoo doesn't bother hiding the fact that he's focused on your lips, licking his own as he struggles to keep himself from tasting you. While his index and thumb keep you still, his other fingers brush against your skin intricately. The smooth motions contrast his darkening orbs. You’re in fear that you will fold for him in public now.
You are not going to be defeated by Kim Sunwoo. Not when he made you fold for him hard yesterday.
But it’s unfortunate for you that he knows exactly what you’re thinking of.
Sunwoo turns your head away from your alluring lips as he has other plans for now. His supple lips land on the side of your neck and he starts to suck on your skin. You expected just a peck, especially with the setting, but it became clear to you that nothing mattered to him.
Whimpering moans slip out of your lips and Sunwoo smiles momentarily at the beginning of his work on the crook of your neck before going back in. At first, he’s disappointed that no one is staying for the show but then it gives him all the more reason to gape his lips and suck on your skin.
“Sunwoo-” You gasp out as your palm is back to giving him a physical reminder on his arm around your middle. “Fucking hell…”
He hums against your skin before pulling away, licking his lips at the subtle mark he left on you. Needless to say, you won’t be able to cover that up with your clothing. The lovesick boy doesn’t stop there when he directs your eyes back to lock his, sending you a message that makes your body slightly shudder. You weren’t sure what the gaze meant but all you knew was that it was the same look he gave after he would kiss you breathless; just like last night.
His hand retracts yet you don’t dare to break the eye contact. Knowing that he had an effect on you, Sunwoo maintained it, feeling slightly competitive about how you’re not backing down, not even looking at his plump lips. Sunwoo blindly reaches to the inside of his bag beside him, cluttering around until he finds the icy-cold cylinder that he bought for you earlier on.
“Got you a morning drink,” rattling the ice inside the cylinder and putting it where his mark prettily shows. “Probably should put it on there. They say it’s good to ice your bruises.”
The mention of a new mark made you lose the unspoken game as you used your front camera like a mirror. You didn’t even need to crane or tilt your neck too far to see what he was talking about and at the top corner of the screen, you could also see the start of a smirk growing on his face.
“Kim Sunwoo!” It’s so obvious, brighter than the sunlight above you. “I swear, Kim Sunwoo…” Glaring at the radiant man through your phone.
“Oh!” He exclaimed before snatching your phone. “You should take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Sunwoo kept his locking hold around your waist, positioning your phone closer to the sky. He takes a couple with varying angles and closeness, as well as how close his lips were to your heating skin. You jolt at the innocent kisses he left, leaving supple traces of his love and his breathy chuckle made you relax against his chest. “Now the two sides of your neck are matching.”
The image of last night flashes. The way Sunwoo cupped your cheeks, discarding his ice cream when he chose to lick the remnants of yours from your lips. The way he held the curve of your waist, pulling you closer to the point that you eventually sat on his strong, bulky thighs. The way he foreshadows the darker kiss mark on your neck when he moves his mouth across the side of your face, going off track with your jawline before rerouting to his main aim. The smacking of each other’s lips grew louder as the makeout session turned more intense. How his finger slowly lifted the skirt you were wearing, shuddering at the cold wind and the tiny circles that glided across your skin. Last night, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, was amazing.
You hope it was the same for him too.
The plastic seal clicks and is broken, pulling you back into reality. “Drink this,” he beams after chuckling at the way you look at him half-dazed. “I think you’ll like this.”
“Absolutely not,” swatting the drink away from you and keeping your ground. “You probably put shit in it.”
“Baby girl,” Sunwoo warns, voice lowering. Before you knew it, Sunwoo leans forward to slither an arm below the back of your knee, twirling you and resting your legs onto his thigh. This position made it easier for him to see you now that half your face was easily within his view. “It wasn’t a question,” he says as his palm holds a thigh, fingers spreading to increase his presence on your body. “You will like this.”
Another eyebrow raises and an inaudible shake of your head is what you give him.
His scoff resonates and hits you. You thought you won when he gulped the beverage himself and for a second, your muscles relaxed and a grin stretched across your lips. Your relief goes undetected by him because as soon as he feels the way your body reacts to him gulping his efforts for you, his palm that was once on your thigh slips down to one of your lower cheeks to remind you who has always had the upper hand between you both.
Your eyes widen at his gesture and to make things worse, Sunwoo leaves one last mouthful of the drink before he securely attaches his lips to yours. He angles his head down and tilts your neck up, something that he never does and the difference in routine alarms you. You end up understanding what he’s doing because with the betrayal of your lips parting when Sunwoo’s thumb nudges your chin down, with the help of gravity, he opens his mouth and empties the drink to you. He chases your lips at your surprise and holds you close to prevent you from pulling away. Some escapes from the corner of your lips that never fully touched his but he wipes it skillfully with the pad of his thumb, making a trail of the sweet tea, dripping from your jawline to where he kissed you earlier and letting your clothes suck up all of his glory. The way he cups your face, gently resting the apple of your cheek while his lips move slowly is all intimate to you, reaching out to his wrist for stability.
When his mouth is empty, Sunwoo pulls away and your neck relaxes. The look of surprise on your face is entertaining and his bangs fall attractively in front of his cunning eyes. After moving back a bit, he sees how your cheeks are not fully empty. “Swallow,” he orders, brushing his thumb on the sensitive spot of your neck. “Like every single time you’ve done for me, baby girl.” No one could see the images that played in your head but the flashes only ran faster and more intense with his raised eyebrow.
Despite your self-talk not to let him win, you obeyed.
You gulp at the way he phrases his words for you, complimenting you on something that is human nature. The flavoured drink runs down your throat smoothly, the back of your hand wiping any remnants on your lower face. It wasn’t long until you realised that yet again, Kim Sunwoo was right: you did like the beverage; and maybe something else that he did along with that. Your tongue pokes out between your lips, savouring the taste and you had to stop yourself from going on your toes to chase his lips for some more.
“Good,” he praises you. “Was that so hard, hm?”
“You’re insane, Kim Sunwoo.”
“Ah yes,” Sunwoo nods proudly. “Or you could just say you liked what I did.”
As if you would. “Ok now, let me go, you dick.”
The mention of the body part only made it worse for you and he didn’t bother masking his dirty idea to you. To the public, he looked like an abandoned puppy, kicked and forgotten on the street with his eyes wide open, begging for some love and care for anyone who passed by. His lower lips jutted out despite the scowl on your face.
“I’m just a boy…” His words trailing off towards the end. “Your baby boy…” The mention of the nickname you reserve only for him lands him a smack on his broad chest.
“You’re literally twen-”
“Just a boy,” he repeated before wiggling his eyebrows. “You need to take care of me,” his palm on your lower body moves once more, reminding you that he has never let you go. “Next time you should’ve just sipped the drink, but now?” Effortlessly, Sunwoo held your flustered figure in his arms while you naturally clung your arms around his neck as he raised and began walking towards his car. “You get to learn.”
navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz masterlist
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