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Him.
pairing - mafia au! hoshi x reader genre - angst angst angst angst word count - wip warnings - blood, murder, guns, killing, death synopsis - "I trusted you. You shouldn't have." a/n - SHIBALLLL đđ hbd to this man đđđđ
"Agent y/n."
"Agent kwon."
"It was nice working with you." He says and gives you a smug smirk. Your confused, you just finished a mission and he began to act so weird. You suddenly feel a sharp pain in your chest, blood starts to pour out staining the cement crimson. You immediately fall to your knees, only to be met up from above with his sadistic smile.
"W-what" Is all that leaves your lips. You feel shocked, no, more than shocked. He.. Your mission partner of 1 year had shot you.
"I thought you would figure out my true intentions with your intellect, but I guess I'm wrong." He smirks bending to your level as you shoot him a venomous stare. He had.. betrayed you.
"All those missions meant nothing to you? All those politicians we killed together?" You spit out, hot blood rushing through you, your eyes brimming with burning tears. A knot grows in your throat, making it impossible for you to express the extent of his betrayal.
"I never thought you were the one for sappy bullshit." He remarks and you want to slap him hard. An unfiltered rage, a rage that leads one to murder. But you can't, the bleeding doesn't stop it further leads you to your demise.
"I.. I trusted you." You muttered, at this point you couldn't control your tears anymore letting them fall, hitting the hard concrete.
"Well, you shouldn't have." He laughed heartlessly before walking away. Leaving you to your inevitable death.
So.. this is how nearing death feels like? You've killed hundreds of people in your lifetime but this is how it feels to be the one getting killed. For the first time your the prey. And.. as your nearing the end of your life, you feel somewhat peaceful as if all the rage dissolved. Your back meets the cold concrete as you sigh, eyes meeting the stars. A cold gust of wind blows and you laugh weakly. You find solace in your ending moments. The moment before you meet your doomed fate.
FLASHBACK
"Why do you keep fighting?" Hoshi your annoying mission partner asked, taking a seat on the unwashed couch in the gym.
"If I don't fight I'm weak." You replied, hands balled into fists as you punched the punching bag for the 30th time.
"That's a basic reason, I thought you were going to say some cool shit." He jokes and you let out a dry laugh.
"Damn you kwon.." You curse him, voice weak and unsteady. The question lingers in your mind, "why do you keep fighting?" You hate to admit it but since he asked, you had been thinking about it. And now when your inches away from deaths cold embrace you find your answer.
Him.
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love me right â ksy
⥠pairing: roommate!hoshi x afab!reader ⥠theme: smut [18+ mdni], humor ⥠wc: 4.1k ⥠warnings: oral (f. & m. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), multiple orgasms, a lil spit play, head pushing, thigh riding, somnophilia, cum eating/swallowing, cumming in pants, like 2 seconds of angst, praise kink, hs is down bad for reader, gendered pet names (baby, good girl, pretty girl, etc), bit of fluff at the end ⥠a/n: this is part 2 to make me !! finally got this written hope yall like <3
Ever since you sort-of-accidentally had sex with your roommate for the first time, heâs been nothing but a fucking menace.Â
Not in a bad way - no, despite the fact that he's kind of an actual insane person he's always been and continues to be a very considerate and agreeable roommate. There's no problem with your living arrangements.Â
The problem is how fucking insatiable he has become.Â
You previously never thought there could be such a thing as too many orgasms, but Soonyoung really is testing your limits. You've never had so much sex in your life - and you're not mad about it by any means. But your roommate-turned-friend with benefits is absolutely, utterly, wholeheartedly obsessed with having his entire face buried in your pussy at all possible times. And you love every second of it.Â
Sure, sometimes your clit kinda feels like it's gonna fall off. Most of the time you've barely recovered from the last set of two, three, four orgasms (the current record is six, a record he's determined to beat) before heâs back between your legs again. But the constant cunnilingus leaves you more sensitive than ever before - and the more you squirm beneath his tongue and scream and cry as he takes you to paradise, the more it gets him off. One time you were wailing his name so much that he actually came in his pants, fully hands-free. The man simply worships you.Â
You've had various kink-related conversations over the past couple months of nonstop boinking, as these things come up. You wouldn't necessarily say Soonyoung is into anything too crazy (besides the occasional burst of tiger roleplay, anyway), but so far he's been enthusiastically down for everything you've expressed interest in. Heâs the very definition of matching oneâs freak.Â
âYou know what would be hot?â Soonyoung asks you one day, approximately two minutes after you woke up and emerged from your room.
âGood morning to you too,â you tell him through a sleepy yawn.
âWhat if,â he continues anyway, âhypothetically, I were to wake you up one day by eating you out?â
âSoonyoung is it nine in the morning,â you reply as you give him a dull glare. You go to make yourself a cup of coffee, but he extends a full mug to you. You take the cup - itâs fresh, piping hot.Â
âOh, thanks,â you say, surprised by the kind gesture.
âSo?â he prods, eagerly awaiting your reply.
âI mean, yeah, I wouldnât be mad about that,â you answer with a small shrug.
âNOICE,â he exclaims, pumping his fist in the air.
âBUT-â you quickly add. âThat cannot be an everyday thing.â
âRight, of course not,â he agrees with a nod. âSoooo, when can I try it?â
âWell, I canât tell you that,â you reply straightforwardly. âItâs supposed to be a surprise, that would like, defeat the whole point.â
A wide grin spreads across his face, but he shakes it off right away, playing it cool.Â
âOkay cool, well Iâll keep that in mind,â he says, grabbing your hand and shaking it vigorously. âPleasure doing business with you.â
You roll your eyes at him.Â
âYouâre so fucking stupid,â you gibe, but your face cracks into a smile. He pulls you in and kisses you.Â
âLove you too.â
You freeze.Â
You may have been intimate with him more times than you can count, but your relationship is strictly casual. You only kiss when you're fucking, and the words I love you have never once been uttered by either of you. You know he probably was saying it facetiously, but the way he said it was so nonchalant. So⌠realistic. You stare at him for a second, not knowing how to respond. His smile slowly drops.Â
âOh, sorry,â he apologizes. His ears immediately turn red with embarrassment.Â
âNo no itâs fine,â you babble, trying to backtrack. âI just wasn't expectingâŚâ
âI was just kidding,â he responds. Then his eyes widen. âI mean not like that, it's not that-â
âItâs fine!!â you quickly interject before he can say anything else. âI know what you mean.â
âSorry,â he murmurs again. He suddenly realizes he's still holding onto your hand - he swiftly lets go.Â
âThanks for the coffee,â you tell him politely with a smile, trying to change the subject.Â
âOf course,â he replies, trying to smile back at you, but you can tell he's still sulky. He departs from the kitchen without saying another word. He emerges from his room about a minute later in athletic gear, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.Â
âOff to workout already? I thought you were going this afternoonâ you inquire, but he's already breezing past you.Â
âYeah, Mingyu just texted me and wanted to meet earlier,â he answers as he grabs his keys.Â
Itâs a bad lie, and you both know it. But you don't press him further.Â
âOkay, have fun!â you say cheerfully. But an air of tension remains.Â
âThanks,â he replies, turning back to glance at you for only a brief second.Â
âHey,â you say softly. âSoonyo-â
He's out the door before you have a chance to finish even saying his name.Â
You stand there for a few moments, staring at the front door, wondering if you've just fucked everything up. You didn't mean to, of course. You were just so taken aback by the stupid L word. It's not something you ever expected to hear coming from Soonyoungâs lips, not about you anyways. But now it has you thinking. Was he simply joking around? Or does he actually have⌠feelings for you?
A small blip of a thought enters your mind: and do you have feelings for him?
You push it away before you can think about it any further.Â
The next few days are undoubtedly a bit awkward. Soonyoung is clearly avoiding you - not in a malicious way, but he just so happens to have business elsewhere whenever you're at home.Â
You're mildly annoyed, but more so you're feeling gloomy about the whole situation. You never meant to do anything to push him away - near-constant fucking aside, Soonyoung truly is a good friend. And now you find yourself missing him.Â
After an entire week of this nonsense, you decide to confront him. You pretend to be going to sleep, anticipating that heâll spend some time alone in the common area. A few minutes later your hunch is confirmed when you hear the tv come on, its volume low. You quietly open your door and sneak into the living room. You approach the couch slowly from behind - when you arrive at it, you jump around and plop down next to Soonyoung.Â
âFUCK,â he yelps, nearly jumping out of his seat. âYou scared me!â
âI'm horny,â you tell him bluntly, scooting up next to him. âLet me suck your dick.â
Soonyoung stares at you, looking into your eyes that are now mere inches from his. You can tell he desperately wants to say yes, but he resists. You give him a flirty look, trying to entice him.Â
âPleaseeeee?â
âWell, I was gonna watch a movieâŚâ his sentence trails off, unfinished. He tries to shift his focus away from you, but his eyes keep flickering back to yours.Â
âSeriously?â you ask, crossing your arms. âSince when do you turn down head?âÂ
âY/nâŚâ
You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't.Â
âYes?â
He looks you in the eyes again, then sighs.Â
âI dunno, Iâm just not in the mood right now,â he finally answers. He looks away sullenly.Â
âAre you okay?â
He looks back at you. He clearly wants to tell you something, but he hesitates.Â
âAbout the other dayâŚâ he finally speaks. He pauses, in case you have something to say. You donât; he continues.
âI didn't mean to make things weird. When I said that I loved you.â
âYou didn't,â you assure him. You note that he didnât say anything about it not being true, but you try to ignore that right now.Â
You take his hand in yours, patting it softly. He looks at you, surprised by the gesture.Â
âI was being weird, that's on me.â
His mood cautiously lightens. âYou sure?â he verifies.Â
â100%,â you say with a nod. He smiles at you.Â
âNow will you please put your dick in my mouth?â you request again, looking into his eyes seductively. Â
A smile creeps onto his face.Â
âI mean if you're gonna be this fucking hotâŚâ
You give him a mischievous smirk. You tug at his tshirt; he immediately takes it off. He groans as you grab his dick through his sweatpants, his cock starting to harden instantly in response. One thing about Soonyoung - you can do the bare minimum and heâll have a boner within five seconds. You lick your lips, stroking him slowly through the soft gray fabric. He lets out a deep exhale, relieved by your touch - it had only been a week, but he missed you badly. He craved your touch, craved how insane you make him feel. He drops his head back, his legs spreading as he settles into the couch, shifting his pelvis up so you have full access to his groin. You rub your hand over the thick bulge, squeezing and pulling lightly, causing him to let out a pathetic-sounding moan. He is putty in your hands.Â
About a minute more of your over-the-pants handjob and Soonyoung is rock fucking hard. You slide off the couch, taking to your knees between his spread thighs. You pull at the elastic waistband, tugging it down over the pulsating bulge in his underwear. You place your mouth on him through the fabric, letting him feel your lips, your hot breath on him.Â
âStop teasing me,â he begs after you plant several more kisses on his clothed dick. âPlease.â
You gaze up at him, your eyes filled with lust. You reach into his underwear, retrieving his cock, prompting further pathetic moaning. He is leaking with precum - you take him in your fist, stroking up and down at a pace that he finds painfully slow. You place your lips atop the head, lightly sucking up his juices. He cries out as you then swirl your tongue over his tip.
âAaaah,â he groans, his voice turning gravelly.
You grab his balls and take the rest of the head into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks as you begin sucking on it slowly - each motion of your lips long and drawn out. Saliva accumulates in the back of your mouth - and an overwhelming wetness accumulates in your underwear.
You draw your head back, gazing up at Soonyoung submissively. You collect your saliva, spitting it onto his cock - it trickles downwards. Wrapping your hand around his girth you spread it over his full length, coating his cock with your spit.Â
âOh wow,â he mutters, nearly going cross eyed. You take his cock in your mouth once more, swallowing more and more of him until his entire length is down your throat.Â
âGoddamn baby,â he growls as you bottom out. You begin to bob your head, sucking him off. The sounds being made right now are grotesque - slurping and gagging from you, moaning and grunting from him. But it's only turning you on even more.Â
âOhh that's a good girl,â he grumbles as he pets your hair. You increase your pace - saliva coats your lips, dripping down your chin, spreading across your face. The utterly sloppy head has Soonyoung writhing beneath you, babbling unintelligibly as his orgasm draws near.Â
âFeels so good baby.âÂ
âFuck youâre so hot.â
âPretty girl sucking my cock so good right now.âÂ
His other hand ventures to your head, holding you down as his hips jerk and shake. Your throat aches from him fucking it, your eyes well with tears - but your clit throbbing against the stickiness that has flooded your panties proves how much you fucking love this.Â
âOhhhhhmygoddddd,â he groans through gritted teeth. âFuuuuck, y/n⌠Iâm gonna cumâŚâ
He pushes your head down as he releases, giving you several hard thrusts as his cum spurts down your throat. You let him fill you up, eagerly swallowing each burst of his load. His hips slow as his climax wanes. His arms plop onto the couch cushions, his body sinking into the sofa as his body relaxes. He drags one hand to your face, grasping your jaw gently as he slowly pulls you off of his sensitive throbbing cock. He wants to look at you so bad, see that pretty little face with those pretty swollen lips covered in both your juices - but his energy is too drained to even lift his head.Â
âCâmere,â he pleads softly.Â
You pull yourself back up onto the couch, pressing your body closely against his. You lay your head on his shoulder as your fingertips delicately trace up and down his cock - it pulsates at your touch.Â
He turns his head to face you, his nose brushing up against yours. He lifts one hand, tenderly cradling your cheek.Â
âCan I kiss you?â he asks, his voice low and husky.Â
You feel a pang deep in your stomach. You've been scared to admit it this whole time, but at this point it's undeniable: you are falling in love with your roommate. And god do you want to kiss him.Â
âYes,â you whisper, the word hot and breathy against his lips lingering before yours.Â
Soonyoung grabs your face with both hands, pulling you deep into his kiss. His lips hungrily lock onto yours, his body stilling except for his chest, rising and falling with slow, heaving breaths. He kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you, holding you tightly, refusing to allow any physical space between you two. You want to stay here for all of eternity.
Slowly, your mouths part - he gives your bottom lip a few more tugs before letting go. His forehead rests against yours, both of you exhaling deeply in tandem. His hands drop to your waist, touching you gently as the warmth of his breath greets your face. He looks into your eyes as he holds you.Â
âCan I sleep with you tonight?â
You nod. Quickly tucking his remaining erection back into his sweats, he takes your hands and pulls you up with him, kissing you with each step as you stumble together into your room. You plop onto your bed, pulling Soonyoung on top of you. He rolls over, holding you snugly against him, your legs tangling together as he starts making out with you again. Your aching cunt presses against his thigh as you wrap your legs around him; you begin to grind your hips slowly.
âWait,â he pauses. He reaches for your shorts, sliding your pajamas and panties off of you. You kick them the rest of the way off, discarding them somewhere on the bed, your shirt quickly joining them. He yanks his own pants off; you straddle his thigh again, your soaked cunt greeting his skin.Â
âOh my god,â he groans. âItâs so fucking wet.â
Your hips begin again, dragging your pussy up and down his thigh, your juices spreading everywhere. You whimper at the stimulation, riding Soonyoungâs thick muscular quads as he wraps his arms around your torso. You cling to him as he draws you in close, his mouth wandering to your neck to plant a string of small kisses on the delicate skin. Ceaseless moans escape you as a fire builds in your gut, the burning pleasure of your climax rapidly approaching.Â
âFuck Iâm gonna cum,â you cry out as you frantically get yourself off on Soonyoungâs thigh. You feel his cock growing hard again - it presses into your belly as it strains against the fabric of his underwear.Â
âCum for me babe,â his low voice speaks softly into your ear.Â
Desperately grinding your pussy on his thigh, you finally release. You scream his name as you cum, legs trembling as your body shakes with vigor. Soonyoung holds you tight, kissing your cheek lovingly as you orgasm in his arms.Â
âThat's my girl,â he murmurs as he kisses your lips. You begin to come down, but your head is still spinning from the overwhelming stimulation. You try to catch your breath, slowing your breathing as Soonyoung rubs your back - but his touch and the warmth of his body sends you into a deep state of relaxation. He whispers something else to you, but before you can even process what he's saying, you are fast asleep.Â
Youâre awoken the next morning by loud, moaning cries.
Still half asleep, you begin to register a familiar bodily sensation. Only when you pry your eyes open and see Soonyoung situated between your legs, do you realize youâre the one moaning. His face is buried in your pussy, licking you slowly, tasting you, savoring every moment of having his tongue in your cunt.Â
He lifts his eyes, noticing that youâre now conscious.
âSoonyoung what the fu- ohhh,â you question, but are cut off by his lips attaching themselves to your clit.Â
âGood morning beautiful,â he mumbles into your cunt, refusing to take his mouth of you for a second.Â
âOh my god,â you groan. âI forgot I told you you could do this.â
He pauses, looking up at you.Â
âDo you want me to stop-â
âNO,â you shout, louder than you meant. You lift your hips, putting your folds back in his mouth. He smiles into your cunt, eagerly resuming eating you out.
âGood,â he replies, barely audible as his tongue begins working into your hole again.Â
Your back arches as his nose presses into your clit, making it throb desperately. He flattens his tongue, licking you all the way up, then swirling around the sensitive bud.Â
âAhhh,â you cry out involuntarily. âYouâre gonna make me cum already.â
This only eggs him on further. He wraps his arms around your thighs, grasping you tightly as the tip of his tongue quickly flicks over your clit.
âHow- fuck, how long have you been down there?â
He glances up at you again, sticking his tongue out exaggeratedly as he continues licking you.Â
âI dunno, like five minutes maybe.â
âFive?!â you proclaim as your head falls back onto the pillow. You run your fingers through his hair. âThatâs it?â
Soonyoung smirks, planting several kisses on your pussy.Â
âYou were already soaking wet when I got here,â he informs you. âMustâve been dreaming about me.â
âOh shut the fuck up,â you pretend to be annoyed with him, but the moans escaping from your lips undermine your facade.Â
âCâmon, you like it,â he teases.
âYeah,â you admit. âI do.â
He grins widely. âGood girl.â
His praise and the way his tongue is now circling your clit send you over the edge. You whine as your orgasm approaches - loud, pathetic sounds filling the air as he sucks and slurps between your thighs.Â
âDonât stop,â you beg.Â
The sensation builds and builds, making you squirm beneath him as every nerve in your body erupts with overwhelming delight.
âOh fuck- Iâm cumming,â you shriek as you reach your high. You cum on his tongue, long and hard - riding out your orgasm on his face accompanied by loud, unabashed cries of pleasure. As your body starts to relax, you release the tight grip you didnât realize you had on his hair, stroking his head as he softly laps up your release.Â
âCome here,â you tell him softly, but he doesnât move. He seems to be even more relaxed than you are right now.
âJust a second,â he responds through deep breaths, his body sinking into the bed.
âOh my god, did youâŚâ
âCum in my pants again?â he finishes your question for you. âYeah. I did.â
He lifts his head, his eyes glazed over in post-orgasm bliss.Â
âYouâre so hot, I couldnât help it,â he says with an amused grin.
Finally able to move, he rises - his underwear visibly filled with cum. He crawls back up to you, plopping onto his back right beside you. He peels the ruined underwear off, tossing them aside, then stares down at his own mess.
âLemme just, umâŚâÂ
He goes to get up, intending to go clean himself off, but you pull him back onto the bed.
âI got it.â
You scoot yourself down, positioning your face near his groin. Slowly you begin to lick his own cum off of him.
âJesus fuck, y/n,â he groans, his voice deep and low. âYouâre filthy.â
âDonât act like you donât think this is hot.â
âOh I do,â he says proudly. âVery fucking hot.â
He strokes your hair as you clean him up. As you finish he pulls you back up, laying you on top of him as he wraps his arms around you once more. Both of you are sweaty, and the embrace is nearly too warm - but neither of you want to move.Â
You lay there in silence, your head tucked comfortably into his shoulder, peacefully listening to the songbirds chirping as warm morning sunlight filters into the room through the blinds. Soonyoung is breathing so steadily that you think he's fallen asleep underneath you, but eventually you hear your name softly muttered from his lips.Â
âHey, y/n?â
âHmm?â you reply sleepily without moving. Soonyoung caresses your back, dragging his fingertips gently up and down over the soft skin.Â
âWhat are we?â
You lift your head, propping yourself up by your elbow. You look down at Soonyoung - he gazes up at you, waiting for your response.
âI donât know,â you answer after thinking for a moment. âWhat do you want us to be?â
He reaches for your face, stroking your cheek gently.Â
âI wasnât lying the other day.â He stares into your eyes. Despite the fact that he literally just had his face buried in your pussy, it feels overwhelmingly intimate. Your stomach churns anxiously.
âI really do love you.â
You knew he was going to say it, but your heart skips a beat anyway. Hearing him say it out loud, hearing him confess his love to you - itâs a thought that previously scared you. But you no longer fear confronting this reality. Now that youâre here, it feels comfortable, it feels right.Â
âIâm sorry if that makes things weird between us, but itâs the truth,â he says timidly. âI just canât deny it any longe-â
You cut him off with a kiss.Â
You kiss him for far too long - but itâs never long enough. When your lips part at last, you gaze at him lovingly, a big, cheesy grin growing upon your face.
âI love you too, dummy.â
He stares back at you, mouth agape. He finally processes your words, his face lighting up with excitement.
âReally??â he asks you in awe.Â
âReally really,â you nod.
He embraces you with explosive enthusiasm, making you yelp as he rolls over on top of you. You giggle as he gives you a series of rapidly-placed kisses all over your face.Â
âStop itttt,â you cry through your laughter. âThat tickles!â
âSorry,â he says with a big goofy smile. âIâm just really excited.â
âYeah, I can tell,â you say as you grab his boner that has quickly returned.
He beams at you. âWhat can I say, you make my dick happy.â
âGod, youâre such a dork,â you tell him as you roll your eyes. But you guide his tip to your entrance, shifting your hips to take him inside you.
âOhh fuuuuck,â he mumbles, his eyes rolling back into his head. He starts slowly sliding his overstimulated cock into you, grunting when his whole length is inside. He rests, unmoving.
âYou good?â you ask him.
âYeah, just trying not to cum immediately,â he says, grinning.
âSoonyoung, you are crazy.â
âCrazy for you,â he says with a kiss.Â
You spend the rest of the day in bed together, making out, fucking, napping - anything, so long as you donât have to leave his side. Soonyoung, being Soonyoung, tells you he loves you no fewer than 12 more times.
âSo,â he asks as you intertwine your fingers with his, holding hands after he goes down on you for probably the fourth time today. âDoes this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?â
You try to answer, but youâre trying to catch your breath after your millionth orgasm.Â
âHmmmm?â he pesters.
âGimme a⌠fucking secondâŚâ you mumble, pushing him away playfully. He gets right back in your face.
âIâm not hearing noâŚâ he says, kissing your nose.
âOh my god, yes, Soonyoung. The answer is yes.â
He grins from ear to ear, then wraps his entire body around yours, clinging to you like a koala.
âYayyyy!" he replies as he nuzzles his face into you.Â
âYou know,â he says after a few moments of silence. âIâm pretty hungryâŚâ
âYou better mean real food this time,â you tell him sternly. âI donât think I could handle any more orgasms today.â
âYes, real food,â he chuckles. âShall I order delivery from that Thai place you like?â
âYes please, Iâm fucking starving.â
âYou got it, baby.â
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Arranged Marriage â Hoshi x Reader
â Synopsis: In contrast to the tired old plots of arranged marriages where the couple can't stand each other, you and Soonyoung are childhood friends. It's not just like marrying a friendâno, no, actually, it is marrying a friend, no-frills and simple. â WC: 10k â WARNINGS: smut, fluff, fingering, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, choking, one single slap on the ass, hair pulling, aftercare, whipped!hoshi, hoshi teases reader until she almost cries for dick, mentions of alcohol, mentions of body fluids (cum, sweat), DIRTY TALKâprob the nastiest dirty talk i've written.
You knew this day would come.Â
Growing up in a world where luxury, money, stock exchange, and business were the pillars of existence, arranged marriages were just another part of the cycle. Two patrimonies merging into one for the benefit of both familiesâit was a tradition as old as time.Â
Some couples embraced the spotlight, showcasing their unity to the world. Others barely tolerated each other, living in separate homes to maintain a fake image. There were also those whose mutual disdain led to chaos both in their personal lives and in the family businesses.
When you saw Soonyoung in your home, dressed in a suit that clearly wasnât his style, you felt a hurricane of emotions. His usual vibrant, carefree energy seemed stifled under the weight of the tailored fabric. You greeted him and his family alongside your parents, both of you a shy mess, but something in his eyes told you things might not be as bad as you feared.
âHey,â Soonyoung murmured as you both found a moment away from the adultsâ formal discussions. âThis suit is killing me.â
You laughed softly, feeling a sense of relief. âYou look... different.â
âYeah, definitely not my usual style, you know meâ he grinned, loosening his tie. âBut I guess weâre both out of our comfort zones today.â
You nodded, memories flooding back of the two of you playing outside when kids, during business congresses, your parents inside discussing mergers and acquisitions while you and Soonyoung chased each other around the gardens. âDo you remember those days?â
âOf course,â he said, eyes lighting up with nostalgia. âWe had our own little world, didnât we?â
âWe did,â you replied. âAnd now, here we are.â
âSo, how do you feel about this?â he asked, shy, looking at your expensive dress, clearly set for tonight. âAbout us... getting married?â
âIâve been preparing for it my whole life, I guess,â you said honestly. âBut with you... it feels different. Less intimidating."
âI feel the same,â Soonyoung admitted. âI mean, if it had to be anyone, Iâm glad itâs you.â
You smiled. âMaybe we can make this work. Find a balance between our lifes.â
âYeah,â he agreed. âWe can create something new, something thatâs ours.â
You looked at him, seeing not just the boy you grew up with, but a partner. Someone who understood the complexities of your world and was willing to navigate them with you.
You looked around your house, taking in the scene. Soonyoungâs family mingled with yours, coworkers from your parentsâ firms exchanged polite conversation, and your and Soonyoungâs nephews were playing circles around the couch.Â
The weight of the day pressed on your shoulders, a burden that didnât match the elegance of the dress you were wearing for the marriage proposal.
Soonyoungâs eyes met yours, noticing your tense posture. âYouâre nervous, arenât you?â he asked softly.
You looked at him, sulking, and he recognized the same expression you had when you were eight.Â
He leaned in, whispering, âDonât tell anyone, but I brought a bottle of tequila. Itâs in my trunk. Would you like some to relax?â
You stared at him in silence before nodding with an exasperated look, feeling like it was exactly what you needed.
âDid you bring a shot cup?â you asked, following him outside.
He stopped, bottle in hand, and you both laughed. Taking the bottle from him, you leaned against his car, opened the cap, and poured a generous shotâmaybe a little moreâstraight into your mouth. Soonyoung watched, his mouth wide open in surprise. You handed the bottle back to him.
âWhy are you nervous?â he asked, taking a swig himself, looking comically exaggerated as he did. âIâm the one who has to kneel and propose today. My heart feels like itâs about to explode.â
You both laughed like teenagers getting away with something forbidden, hiding behind his car.
After a moment of comfortable silence, you broke it. âDo you have the ring here?â
He looked at you and nodded.
âCan I see it?â you asked, your curiosity piqued as if he had a rare PokĂŠmon card.
âIs that right?â he teased.
You made doe eyes and asked, âPretty please?â
He smiled, pulling a small black box from his pocket and opening it for you.Â
The diamond ring sparkled in your eyes, its brilliance captivating. âItâs beautiful,â you murmured.
Soonyoung nodded, grinning. âMy sister helped me choose it. I originally wanted a diamond shaped like a cat, but she said that wasnât appropriate.â
You laughed, the image of a cat-shaped diamond making you smile. âItâs beautiful, but a kitten-shaped ring sounds adorable. I wouldâve loved that too.â
His grin widened, a small, proud smile lighting up his face as you both admired the ring.
Your moment was interrupted by Soonyoungâs mom's voice, echoing from the house. âOh my god, are you already proposing?â
Soonyoung choked on his own saliva, his eyes wide with panic. The best thing to do now? Say no and face his motherâs scolding for showing the ring prematurely, or actually propose right then and there?
Before he could think it through, he found himself on one knee on the sidewalk, his heart pounding. You quickly hid the tequila bottle behind your back.
âSoonyoung, what are you doing?â you whispered, eyes wide.
âI... Iâm improvising,â he replied, clearing his throat. âY/N, will you marry me?â
The spontaneity of it all, made you laugh and cry at the same time, you needed to pretend you were actually emotional. âYes, Soonyoung. Yes, I will.â
You barely noticed the sudden crowd that had gathered around you, they'd appeared out of nowhere, all eyes on the two of you. Soonyoungâs hand trembled slightly as he slid the ring onto your finger, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of his touch.
You smiled nervously at him, teeth gritted. âHug me,â you whispered urgently, your eyes darting to the tequila bottle that was precariously wedged behind your back. âPlease, put the tequila bottle inside your car. It's practically shoved inside my ass.â
Soonyoung blinked, processing your words before a grin spread across his face. He pulled you into a tight hug, the kind that felt both reassuring and grounding. As he embraced you, he expertly reached behind you, his fingers brushing against the bottle.Â
You could feel his body shaking slightly with suppressed laughter.
âHang on,â he whispered back.
He managed to grab the bottle and discreetly slid it out from behind you. Still holding you close, he took a step back towards the car, opening the door with one hand and slipping the bottle inside. The whole maneuver was so smooth that you doubted anyone noticed the clandestine operation.
That moment eased the tension of the night, but the tequila hadnât taken effect yet, and you knew you had to keep an eye on Soonyoung. His alcohol tolerance was notoriously low, and you didnât want him to embarrass himselfâor worse, get into trouble.
As the night wound down and Soonyoungâs dad started to lead him to the car, Soonyoung sulked, trying to resist. âI want to talk a bit more to my bride,â he protested, his voice slightly slurred. His words elicited good-natured laughter from both families, who were enjoying the unexpected turn of events.
You walked over to him, giving him a warm hug and patting his head affectionately. âItâs time to go home, Soonyoung,â you said gently.
He looked at you with wide, earnest eyes, the warmth in his gaze reminding you of why you felt less nervous than you should. Soonyoung had always been warm-hearted, and maybe thatâs why you felt a sense of calm amidst the chaos.
As you pulled back from the hug, Soonyoungâs hand lingered in yours for a moment longer. âPromise youâll call me tomorrow?â he asked, his tone earnest despite his tipsiness.
âPromise,â you replied, smiling as you squeezed his hand.
With one last affectionate look, Soonyoung allowed his dad to guide him into the car. You watched as the vehicle pulled away. Your parents approached, their expressions a blend of amusement and expectation.
âWell, that was quite a night,â your mom said, her eyes twinkling with delight.
âYes, it was,â you agreed, glancing at your dad, who nodded in approval.
âYou two make a good pair,â your dad said, his tone warm. âIâm glad to see you both getting along so well.â
Your parents were now expectant, believing you and Soonyoung were truly becoming a couple. And in a way, you wereâjust not in the conventional sense they imagined.
The next day, even though it was a promise to a drunk boy, you called Soonyoung in the morning. Like any typical business wedding, the preparations started swiftly, aiming to have the wedding happen as soon as possible. Today, you were going to choose the food and drinks for the event.
When Soonyoung arrived, he was all tidied up, but his face was clearly tired. You laughed a bit, âYou lookâŚâ
He completed for you, âFucked?â
You chuckled, âI wasnât going to say that.â
âLong night,â he admitted, rubbing his eyes. âBut Iâm here.â
âGood, because we have a lot to decide,â you replied, glancing at the event agent who was discussing the dessert options.
As you both looked at the event agent, who insisted on adding superfluous things to the sweetsâlike a layer of goldâyou exchanged amused glances. The agent was enthusiastically explaining the virtues of gold-leaf-covered desserts.
âGold? For us to... poop?â Soonyoung murmured incredulously.
You stifled a laugh and leaned closer to him. âCanât it be something more tasty?â
The agent looked slightly taken aback. âGold leaf is quite a statement piece.â
Soonyoung nodded, trying to be polite. âBut we were thinking of something simpler.â
âHow about churros?â you suggest.
The agent blinked, clearly not expecting that. âChurros? For a wedding?â
âWhy not?â you said with a grin. âTheyâre delicious, and everyone loves them.â
âBut they donât exactly scream luxury,â the agent protested.
âThey scream fun,â Soonyoung countered. âAnd isnât that what weddings are supposed to be?â
The agent sighed, making a note. âAlright, churros it is. Anything else?â
âMaybe some street-style tacos?â he added, enjoying the agentâs bewildered expression.
âTacos?â the agent repeated, as if the word was foreign.
âYeah, why not?â Soonyoung agreed. âLetâs keep it simple and tasty.â
The agent finally nodded, albeit reluctantly. âVery well. Iâll make the arrangements.â
Honestly, days flew by with Soonyoung by your side. Planning every little detail of the wedding together brought both fun and challenges, especially when your tastes didnât always align. It was a bit complicated at first, like when you two were choosing the destination for your honeymoon.Â
Soonyoung wanted an adventure-packed trip to the Amazon rainforest, while you preferred a relaxing beach resort in the Maldives. The negotiations were intense, but you eventually settled on a compromise.
Choosing Soonyoungâs suit also proved to be a task. He insisted on wearing a tie with a tiger print, a nod to his childhood love for tigers. You were surprised that his fascination with the big cats had persisted, but you drew the line at a tiger tie. âAbsolutely not,â you told him firmly, trying to imagine the looks youâd get. âA tiger tie is a no from me, and I think a lot of people would agree.â
âFine,â he conceded with a sigh, but you could tell he was already thinking about how to sneak a little tiger motif into his outfit.
When it came to choosing your dress, you were accompanied by your mom, Soonyoungâs mom, and his sister.Â
Soonyoung, the only man in the group, tagged along as well. The other brides at the boutique initially assumed he was either your brother or your stylist.Â
Their jaws nearly dropped when they overheard he was actually the groom.
One of the brides, adjusting her veil in front of a mirror, turned to you, wide-eyed. âWait, heâs your husband-to-be?â
âYes, he is,â you confirmed with a smile, watching Soonyoung fuss over a lace detail on one of the dresses.
Another bride laughed softly. âLucky you! Heâs so involved.â
âHeâs been amazing,â you said. âExcept for his obsession with tiger prints.â
Soonyoung, overhearing, grinned and walked over. âWhat can I say? Tigers are cool.â
âSoonyoung, youâre a unique groom,â his sister teased, shaking her head.
As you tried on dresses, Soonyoung offered his opinions with surprising thoughtfulness, balancing out his more quirky suggestions. He was genuinely invested in making sure you felt beautiful and confident in your choice.
Youâd tried on everything: the biggest gowns, the tightest silhouettes, dresses with endless layers of skirts, and others that hugged your hips so closely it felt like they were molded to your skin.Â
There were corsets that took your breath awayâliterallyâand fabrics that shimmered under the boutique lights.Â
But this time, when you left the dressing room, you were wearing a veil.
Soonyoungâs eyes didnât lie for a second. He liked this one very much. The women around youâyour mom, Soonyoungâs mom, and his sisterâfussed over the dress, adjusting it here and there, offering compliments. But Soonyoung was speechless.
If Soonyoung were to be completely honest, up until this moment, he had always seen you as his friend, the girl he was going to marry because of an arrangement. You were the same girl who used to run around the events, eluding the security guards with your mischievous giggles.Â
But now, you were different. You were a woman. His woman. And you looked stunning.
He couldnât take his eyes off you. The transformation was breathtaking. You stood there, looking radiant in your wedding dress, and for the first time, the reality of the situation hit him. You werenât just a friend anymore; you were about to become his partner, his wife.
He was so lost in the moment that he didnât realize he was gawking until you and the women turned to him, waiting for his response. He blinked, snapping back to reality, and managed to find his voice.
âYou look...â he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. âYou look absolutely stunning.â
Your cheeks flushed at his earnest compliment. âYou really think so?â
Soonyoung nodded, still unable to tear his eyes away. âIâve never seen anything more beautiful.â
His sister grinned, nudging him playfully. âTold you sheâd find the perfect dress.â
Your mom wiped away a tear, âYouâre going to make a beautiful bride.â
Soonyoungâs mom stepped forward, adjusting a tiny detail on the veil. âThis is the one. Itâs perfect.â
You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling a sense of certainty wash over you. âYes, this is the one,â you said, smiling at the reflection and then at the people around you who made this moment even more special.
[...]
The days leading up to the wedding were a whirlwind of activity. Every day brought something new to choose, and your creativity was running dry. You were worn out, and Soonyoung knew it. Today had been particularly exhausting.
As the realtor showed you yet another option for apartments in the Metropole, you responded with short answers, your enthusiasm long gone after visiting sixteen places that day alone.
âSo, what do you think?â the realtor asked.
Soonyoung noticed your hesitation. âCan I talk with my wife for a sec?â he asked.
The realtor nodded and walked off, giving you space.
âY/N-nie... are you okay?â Soonyoung asked softly, looking at you through his lashes.
You sighed, your shoulders slumping. âIâm so tired,â you confessed.
He took a step closer, his voice softening. âDo you want to talk about it?â
You breathed out heavily. âMy family is putting a lot of pressure on me, and Iâm working relentlessly at the company. I canât wait for us to get marriedâŚâ
Soonyoungâs heart sank a little. âYou want to get married just to get free from it?â
âNo, itâs not just that. Itâs everything. The wedding preparations, the constant decisions, the endless work... I feel like Iâm drowning.â
He reached out, gently taking your hand. âWe donât have to rush this, you know. We can take our time.â
âBut everyoneâs expecting so much from us,â you replied, feeling the weight of expectations.
âLet them expect,â he said firmly. âAnd I want this to be as much about you as it is about us.â
âI just... I donât want to disappoint anyone,â you admitted.
âYou wonât,â Soonyoung assured you. âYouâve already done so much. Itâs okay to take a step back and breathe.â
You took a deep breath, feeling a bit lighter. âAlright. Letâs look at this apartment one more time.â
Soonyoung nodded, giving you an encouraging smile. âAnd if itâs not the one, weâll keep looking until we find the perfect place for us.â
You laughed softly, the tension easing. âYou always know how to make things better.â
âJust doing my job as your soon-to-be husband,â he said playfully.
Soonyoung was doing an incredible job.Â
From what youâd heard from friends who had gone through the same situation, they didnât have partners like Soonyoung. You felt proud of him.Â
He was your rock, making sure you took a breath when you were overwhelmed by the slightest things. He even insisted you didn't move a finger during brunch, making you so relaxed that you found the apartment youâd been searching for on the very same day.
The drive home was quiet, the car enveloped in a peaceful silence that allowed you a moment to rest. You laid your head back as he drove, appreciating the tranquility. Once you arrived, you stayed seated for a bit, soaking in the comfort of the quiet.
Soonyoung looked at you, waiting patiently. When you finally looked up, he gave you a gentle smile. âReady to go in?â
You nodded, feeling a bit more refreshed. âYeah, letâs go.â
He stepped out of the car and came around to your side, opening the door for you. âTake your time,â he said softly.
You appreciated his patience as you slowly got out of the car. âThank you, Soonyoung.â
He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the house. âIâm just doing what any good partner would do.â
You leaned into him, feeling grateful for his support. âI donât think everyone is as lucky as I am.â
He chuckled softly. âWell, Iâm pretty lucky too, you know.â
As you entered the house, you felt a sense of relief. The apartment search was over, and you had found the perfect place. More importantly, you had Soonyoung by your side, making every step of this journey easier.
âSo, whatâs next on our list?â he asked, guiding you to the living room.
You sank into the couch, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up to you. âI think a nap is next on my list.â
He laughed, sitting beside you. âThat sounds like a perfect plan.â
You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the day lift off your shoulders. âWake me up in an hour?â
[...]
The days flew by in a blur with the whirlwind of wedding preparations. It felt like only moments ago you were choosing flowers, tasting cakes, and finalizing guest lists.Â
Now, as you stood at the end of the aisle, holding a bouquet in front of Soonyoung, the reality of the moment hit you with full force.
The weight of the dress and the pressure of looking perfect made your hands sweat like never before. You felt like a porcelain doll, perfectly polished and poised.
Soonyoung stood there, his eyes fixed on you with pride. He couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. Here you were, a perfect woman by his side, and even better, an old friend he'd known for years.Â
The familiarity of your presence brought him comfort. Despite the fact that you hadnât really dated, the idea of having someone as pretty and cool as you with him every day made him feel at ease about the whole situation.
As you walked down the aisle, your eyes met his, and a small, reassuring smile played on his lips. He looked stunning in his suit, and the way he stood tall, waiting for you, made your heart flutter.Â
You could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes, mirroring your own, but there was also a calmness there, a silent promise that everything would be alright.
When you finally reached him, he extended his hand towards you. He leaned in slightly, whispering just loud enough for you to hear, âYou look amazing.â
You blushed, your nerves momentarily forgotten. âThank you. You look pretty good yourself.â
The vows were sincere, filled with heartfelt words that spoke more to your shared friendship than any romantic notion. Both of you couldnât help but giggle as you remembered all the crazy things youâd done together as kids.Â
Your minds flashed to the time you stole sweets from an event or when you both jumped into a water fountain during an important dinner with company directors.
As the officiant declared you husband and wife, all of these memories became a sweet reverie. You leaned in and whispered with a playful glint in your eye, âAre you going to kiss my lips or my cheek?â
Soonyoung blushed, clearly caught off guard by the question. A kiss on the cheek was typical in such moments since most arranged couples didnât share a romantic bond. He stammered for a moment, his face flushing a deep shade of pink.
âWell⌠uh⌠I suppose the cheek would be safe,â he mumbled, eyes darting nervously.
You couldnât help but chuckle softly, leaning closer. âBut whereâs the fun in that, Soonyoung?â
He looked at you, his eyes widening slightly. The playful challenge in your gaze gave him the courage he needed. With a deep breath, he moved in, his hand gently cupping your face.
âI think Iâll go for the lips,â he whispered back, his voice steadying.
The crowd held its breath as Soonyoung leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was a simple kiss, not passionate, but filled with the warmth of years of friendship and the promise of a shared future. The applause that followed was thunderous, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his lips against yours.
As you pulled away, you both wore matching grins. âThat wasnât so bad, was it?â you teased,
He laughed, shaking his head. âNot bad at all. Actually, it was kind of nice.â
You linked arms, turning to face the crowd together. Your parents looked relieved and proud, while your friends were cheering loudly, clearly entertained by the spectacle. Soonyoungâs eyes met yours again, and there was a newfound spark there, full of possibilities.
As you both shared champagne with your parents, Soonyoung playfully asked, "No tequila tonight?" You were about to respond when his mom's voice cut in, "Tequila?"
Soonyoungâs eyes widened, and his mouth twisted into a frown as he tried to suppress his laughter. You quickly improvised, "Huh, h-he meant... tacos! We had tacos with tequila last time, remember?" You forced a smile, hoping it sounded convincing enough. His mom seemed satisfied with the answer, nodding along.
After mingling with guestsâaka talking with people from work about the next meetingâyou finally found a moment to escape the spotlight. You and Soonyoung crouched behind the kitchen, hiding from the crowd. The chefs chuckled at the sight of the newlyweds sneaking bites of food, but they made sure to hand you the best eats, knowing how overwhelming the day could be.
Soonyoung grinned, playfully nudging you. "We're so used to doing this at parties that we're practically pros now."
You nodded in agreement, a mischievous smile on your face. "Even though it's our own wedding party," you said, shaking your head in disbelief.
He chuckled, looking at the gold ring on your finger with a sense of wonder. "Our wedding... I still can't believe it. Oh my god, we're grown adults now."
You couldnât help but laugh, reaching out to pat his head mockingly. "We've been grown adults for... kind of a long time already," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.
He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, then leaned in closer, his voice softening. "Yeah, but it feels different now. Like, we're really starting something new."
You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. It was true. The reality of your situation was sinking in, but in a way, it felt comforting. You had each other, and that made everything seem a little less daunting. As you sat there, hidden away from the chaos of the celebration, it struck you how much you appreciated this momentâjust the two of you, stealing away for a breather.
âShall we follow tradition?â Soonyoung asks, a playful glint in his eyes. You frown, confused, as he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a bottle of tequila.
âShould tequila be kept in the fridge?â you ask, laughing at the sight.
âI hope so,â he replies, pouring the liquid into a cup. âThis one is expensive.â
You raise an eyebrow, taking the cup from him. âThe cheapest has the same effect,â you say, waiting for him to pour his own.
He chuckles, raising his glass. âBut todayâs a special day. We deserve the good stuff.â
You laugh it off, crossing your arms before taking the shot together. The familiar burn makes you both scrunch up your faces.
The wedding party was truly one of a kind. You and Soonyoung were a bit too excited, turning the waltz space into a wild dance floor.Â
At first, your parents were too embarrassed to join, especially at the sight of Soonyoung twerking on you. But soon, even the directors and business partners were on the dance floor, dancing and drinking extravagantly.
[...]
The next morning, you and Soonyoung were woken up by the buzzing of your phones.Â
Your makeup was smudged and stamped on the pillow, and you were still in your wedding dress. You scratched your scalp, feeling the bobby pins still tangled in your hair.Â
Soonyoung was no better; his shirt was unbuttoned to his belly button, his tie was loosened around his neck, and his hair looked like a bird's nest. He scratched his forehead groggily. Despite sharing the same bed, you both seemed unbothered by it.
You grabbed your phone and saw the company group chat flooded with messages:
âWow, last night was incredible! Congrats to the newlyweds!â
âI can't believe we all danced that much! My feet are killing me. :')â
âBest wedding party ever! So happy for you guys!â
âMy head is pounding, but it was totally worth it. ^^ Cheers to you both!â
âIâm still recovering from all that dancing. What a party!â
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You couldn't help but smile at the messages, as Soonyoung peeked over your shoulder, a sleepy grin spreading across his face.
âMy head hurts,â Soonyoung complains, rubbing his temples.
You adjust the corset of your dress, feeling the tightness around your ribs. "My ribs are squeezed," you grumble, wincing as you try to get comfortable. "I can't believe I slept in this."
He yawns, glancing down at your leg. "You even kept the garter on," he points out, noticing the delicate band still around your thigh.
You crack your neck, feeling the weight of the long night. "Your sister gave it to me, so I put it on," you explain, lifting the voluminous skirt to reveal the bridal garter.
His eyes widen comically. "My sister?! Is there something I don't know?"
You frown at him, a bit confused. "You donât know about the tradition?"
Soonyoung looks a bit lost, scratching his head. "I mean, itâs my first time getting married."
You sigh, laying back down. "Traditionally, the groom is supposed to take it off when... taking the virginity," you explain, watching his face turn a shade of pink.
His eyes dart around nervously, processing the information. "So... my sister thought I was... a virgin?"
You shrug, teasing, "Probably. Are you?"
He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Definitely not. And you?"
You raise an eyebrow, smirking. "Nope. Sorry to disappoint."
He chuckles, finally relaxing. "Good to know. Not that it matters, but... it's funny to think about how everyone just assumes stuff."
âAre you going to take it off?â you tease, stretching your leg up and wiggling your foot playfully. Your eyes glint mischievously as you watch Soonyoungâs reaction.
He scoffs, but a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. âWhat, you mean right now?â His eyes flicker to your thigh, then quickly back up to your face, trying to gauge if youâre serious or just messing with him.
You arch an eyebrow, maintaining your playful expression. âWhy not? Itâs tradition, right? Donât you want to fulfill your husbandly duties?â You stretch your leg out further, making the garter more visible.
Soonyoung chuckles, shaking his head. âYouâre unbelievable,â he mutters, but thereâs a sparkle of joy in his eyes. He reaches out hesitantly, his fingers brushing lightly against your thigh. The touch sends a shiver to your skin, and you canât help but giggle.
âWhatâs the matter?â you prod, your voice dripping with mock innocence. âYouâre not getting cold feet, are you?â
He rolls his eyes, trying to suppress a laugh. âNot at all,âÂ
You bute your lip as his fingers graze the lacy fabric of the garter. His touch is feather-light, almost ticklish, and you squirm a bit under his hand.
Soonyoung smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction. âYouâre squirming,â he notes, his voice low and teasing. âDoes that mean youâre nervous?â
You scoff, shaking your head. âMe? Nervous? Please,â you retort, trying to sound confident despite the rapid beating of your heart. âIâm just surprised youâre taking so long. I thought youâd be an expert at this.â
He chuckles, sliding his hand a bit higher up your thigh, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, deliberate strokes. âOh, I am,â he replies smoothly. âJust savoring the moment.â
âWell, donât take too long,â you murmur, your voice softening slightly. âWe wouldnât want to miss out on any other wedding traditions.â
Soonyoung grins, his fingers hooking under the garter. âRight, canât forget those,â he says, his voice tinged with a hint of naughtiness.Â
He gently tugs on the garter, slowly sliding it down your leg, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
As he finally slips the garter off, he holds it up triumphantly, a goofy grin on his face. âThere, tradition fulfilled,â he declares, waving the garter like a trophy.
You laugh, shaking your head at his antics. âCongratulations,â you say, clapping mockingly. âYouâve successfully removed a piece of elastic lace. Truly, a remarkable achievement.â
He bows dramatically, playing along. âThank you, thank you,â he says, flashing you a cheeky smile. âIt was a tough job, but someone had to do it.â
You canât help but laugh, the light-hearted banter making the moment feel even more special. Soonyoungâs hand lingers on your leg for a moment longer before he finally lets go.
As Soonyoung gets up, stretching his arms with a yawn, he announces, "I'm going to take a bath." He heads towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
You sit up, still feeling the effects of last night's festivities, and shout after him, âYa! Ladies first!â
From behind the closed door, you hear Soonyoung's laughter echo in the bathroom. âSorry, didnât hear you over the sound of me already starting the water!â he calls back, his voice filled with playful defiance.
You shake your head, smiling to yourself. Itâs these little moments that make everything feel so natural and easy with him. After a few minutes, you hear the sound of running water stop, and Soonyoung emerges from the bathroom, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.
âAll yours,â he says, grinning. âI left some hot water for you, too.â
You roll your eyes playfully, grabbing your toiletries and heading into the bathroom. The warm water is a welcome relief, washing away the remnants of makeup and the night's events. After a quick shower, you step out feeling slightly more human, though the hangover still lingers.
As you both finish getting ready, the thought of breakfast crosses your mind. However, just the idea of food makes your stomach churn. The hotel's breakfast spread is typically lavish, but today, the thought of greasy bacon and pastries is anything but appetizing.
Soonyoung, dressed in a casual outfit, catches your expression as you look at the food options. âYeah, not feeling it either,â he says, rubbing his temple. âLet's skip it.â
You nod in agreement, both of you opting for just a coffee to stave off the worst of the hangover. With minimal conversation, you gather your belongings, checking out of the hotel and heading straight to the airport.
But one thing you definitely didnât expect was Soonyoung falling asleep on your shoulder within the first thirty minutes of the flight. His head rested heavily against you, and his hand, seemingly by accident, was placed on your thigh.Â
As he softly snored, you couldnât help but chuckle at how comfortable he looked. Anyone passing by would probably think you two were an old married couple, so naturally attuned to each other.
His head's weight pressed down on your shoulder, a constant reminder of his presence. Every now and then, you felt him subconsciously moisturizing his lips, a small, almost imperceptible movement that somehow made the moment even more cute.
You glanced at the small TV screen in front of you, trying to focus on the movie playing. It was a romance novel adaptation, the kind with sweeping gestures and grand declarations of love.
Normally, you might have rolled your eyes at the clichĂŠ, but with Soonyoung sleeping peacefully beside you, it felt oddly fitting.
As the plane cruised through the sky, you found yourself getting lost in the storyline, occasionally glancing at Soonyoung. His breathing was steady, a gentle rhythm that added to the soothing hum of the plane.Â
You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable without disturbing him, but his hand tightened instinctively on your thigh, holding you in place. It was a small, protective gesture that made your heart flutter.
What you loved the most was when Soonyoung finally woke up, blinking sleepily and then immediately apologizing. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, his face flushed with embarrassment. You chuckled, assuring him it was okay, that he had every right to rest. He seemed genuinely mortified, even offering, âYou can sleep on my shoulder too, I promise.â
You smiled at his earnestness, brushing it off with a light, âMaybe on the way back, then,â as the announcement came that you were about to land.
Once you arrived, Soonyoung was quick to grab the suitcases from the taxi, his efficiency a comfort as you made your way to the hotel's check-in counter.
The conciergeâs eyes seemed to linger on you a little too long, his gaze sliding over your sundress and perhaps admiring more than just the attire.Â
As you waited for the receptionist, the concierge leaned casually on the counter, offering a friendly, yet slightly flirtatious, smile.
âFirst time here, maâam?â he asked, his tone smooth and inviting.
âWell, yes...â you replied, keeping your voice polite but detached. You could feel the weight of his attention and tried to subtly stretch your hand, making sure the gold ring on your finger was clearly visible.
The concierge didnât seem to get the hint, or perhaps he chose to ignore it. âYouâre in for a treat. Weâve got some wonderful spots forââ
Before he could continue, you felt Soonyoung's presence behind you, a comforting warmth at your back. His body pressed lightly against yours, a subtle yet possessive gesture that didnât go unnoticed. His hand slipped around your waist, resting just below your belly, the touch gentle but unmistakably protective.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. âEverything alright?â he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity and a subtle edge.
You could almost feel the shift in the air. The concierge straightened up, his expression flickering between surprise and a polite smile. âOh, just making sure your stay is perfect,â he said, his tone now more professional, eyes darting between you and Soonyoung.
âThank you,â Soonyoung replied, his voice steady. His hand didnât move from its spot on your belly, and the slight squeeze he gave was enough to send a clear message. You leaned back into him, feeling a rush of warmth at his silent claim.
The receptionist finally returned with your room keys, handing them over with a bright, âWelcome to our hotel! We hope you enjoy your stay.â With the keys in hand, you and Soonyoung made your way to the elevator.
As the doors closed, sealing you both from the world outside, you turned to Soonyoung with a smirk. âLooks like someoneâs a little possessive.â
He grinned back, a playful glint in his eyes. âJust making sure everyone knows youâre taken.â
You tease him back with a playful smirk. âWell, itâs just a business marriage. You shouldnât worry about stuff like that,â you say, your tone light and slightly mocking.
Soonyoung scoffs, turning his gaze to the side with a dramatic sigh. âYouâre such an idiot,â he mocks, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
âAn idiot, hm?â you counter, crossing your arms with a smirk. âWell, Iâm an idiot you agreed to marry, so I guess that makes you twice the fool.â
He raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. âSharp tongue of yours, huh?â
You nod, feigning innocence. âWhat can I say? Iâve had years of practice.â
Soonyoung leans in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. âYou know, itâs a shame. I was really looking forward to giving you something special once we got to our hotel room.â
Your curiosity piques immediately. âSomething special? Like what?â
He grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. âOh, just something thatâll make you remember tonight.â
You raise an eyebrow, trying to gauge his meaning. âSomething thatâll make me remember tonight, huh? Care to elaborate?â
Soonyoung chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âOh, I think you already know what Iâm talking about.â
You narrow your eyes, playfully challenging him. âDo I? Because youâre being awfully vague.â
He leans back, enjoying the game. âWell, I guess youâll just have to wait and see.â
The teasing glint in his eyes only fuels your curiosity further. You know exactly what heâs implying, but you play along, eager to hear him say it outright.
âSo,â you press, âwhat is it? Can you give me a hint?â
Soonyoungâs grin widens, clearly relishing the moment. âLetâs just say itâs something thatâll make you very excited. And not just because of the hotelâs decor.â
You roll your eyes, laughing softly. âAlright, alright. I get it. Youâre being all mysterious.â
You sulk, trailing behind Soonyoung as he walks down the hallway toward your room. âTell me, pleeeease,â you plead.
Soonyoung glances back at you with a mischievous smile. âNope, not telling,â he says, his grin widening as he enjoys your insistence.
When you reach the door, Soonyoung unlocks it and pushes it open, gesturing for you to enter. You walk in, your eyes scanning the room briefly, but your focus quickly returns to Soonyoung. He places the suitcases by the door and then hops onto the bed, sprawling out with a relaxed sigh.
You stay standing by the door, your arms crossed over your chest, giving him a sulky, upset look.Â
âSo,â Soonyoung says with a defiant glare, âam I forgetting something?â
You pout, trying to look as curious and frustrated as possible. âYouâve got me curious,â you admit, your eyes wide.
He laughs, brushing his hand through his hair with a playful sigh. âYouâre almost throwing a tantrum over this?â
Soonyoung slides his hand down his abdomen slowly, getting lower and lower, until he's wrapping his fingers around his cock through his white shorts. The outline is clear, thick, and perfectly defined against the fabric.
He gives it a little shake, a sly smile playing on his lips as he watches your reaction.
You stare at him in shock, your knees almost giving way as you take in the sight. Your mouth opens slightly, but no words come out as you struggle to process what you're seeing.
Soonyoungâs smile widens, clearly enjoying the effect heâs having on you. âAre you surprised?â
He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with your reaction. âWell, I figured it was time to give you a little hint,â he says, his hand still resting casually on his bulge. âSo, do you think youâre ready to find out what else I have in store for tonight?â
You stammer, unable to look away from the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric of his shorts. âDo we have to wait until nightfall?â
Soonyoung licks his lips, his gaze never leaving you. âOh,â he drawls, âbut you have to walk properly tonight, so we can go to the restaurant.â
Your eyes darken, a fire igniting within you. âYou think I canât handle all of this inside?âÂ
He raises an eyebrows. âYou shouldnât,â he says, his voice dripping with devilishness. âItâs just a business wedding, after all.â
You narrow your eyes at him. âJust a business wedding, huh? You really want to test me?â
Soonyoung chuckles, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. âThatâs right. Letâs see if you can keep your composure while we enjoy a nice dinner.â
You take a deep breath, feeling a rush of adrenaline. âChallenge accepted,âÂ
Youâve never been so turned on by someoneâs mere presence before. The entire city tour was a cruel game of torture, all at Soonyoungâs hands.Â
In the taxi, his hand had wandered to your nude thigh, brushing against your skin like a feather. The way his fingers lightly caressed your inner leg made your heart race and your breath catch.Â
At the restaurant, the casual caresses continued. His leg pressed against yours under the table, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
The warmth of his skin against yours, the way he would occasionally let his knee slide up your thighâeach movement was like an electric current surging through you, leaving you squirming in your seat.
Walking through the jewelry fair was an exercise in restraint. As you admired the sparkling displays, Soonyoungâs hands kept drifting to the exposed skin of your back. His touch was light, almost playful, but each graze against your bare skin made you shiver with need.Â
You could barely focus on the dazzling jewels in front of you; your mind was consumed with the need for him.
By the time you were back in the elevator, you felt like you were on the edge of losing control. You could feel his eyes on you, sharp and hungry, as you pressed yourself against the wall.Â
You turned your face away, but you couldnât hide the truth from him. Your nipples, straining against your dress, betrayed your arousal. Your legs, pressed tightly together, were a clear sign of your desperation. Even your unsteady breaths gave you away.
When you finally arrived at the hotel room, you barely made it inside before your desperation took over.Â
You throw him against the wall, hands planted firmly on his chest. The sound reverberates through the room, probably making the neighbors wonder what the hell is going on. His usually small eyes are wide, staring at you flaggerblasted.Â
Your breath mingles with his as you lean in, letting your lips barely graze his. Your voice comes out breathy, almost desperate, âPlease. Stop teasing me.â
For a moment, he's stunned, caught off guard by the whininess in your voice and the look on your faceâlike you might break if he doesn't give you what you need right now.
It's a twisted scenario, considering you're his childhood friend turned wife is standing before him with an expression that borders on agonyâan agony only he can alleviate.
For a moment, he looks like he might laugh, but he knows he's on the verge of losing all sense of control, but a part of him relishes the idea.Â
âSay it again,â he murmurs. He knows he's playing with fire, but he can't resist the thrill. His lips barely brush against yours, teasing, taunting.
âSoonyoung, I'm going to fucking cry if you don'tââ
âHold it,â he commands,you shudder, your breath hitching as he lifts your dress. And you comply, bunching the fabric in your fists to keep it out of the way.Â
His hand slides down the front of your panties, and your head falls back.Â
Soonyoung leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear. âYouâre so fucking impatient,â he growls.Â
His fingers slide through your slick folds, finding you wet and wanting, throbbing everytime he rubs his fat fingers on you. âYouâve never even tasted my cock, and youâre already obsessed, huh?â He presses his thumb against your clit, making you gasp. âYouâre such a needy little thing, arenât you?â
You whimper, your hips bucking against his hand. You can barely think straight. âPlease, Soonyoung,â you beg again, your voice cracking.
He chuckles darkly, clearly relishing your desperation. âYou want my cock so bad, don't you?â His fingers slide inside you, curling just right, and you cry out. âYou want me to fuck you senseless? Make you scream my name?â
âYes,â you breathe, your voice barely a whisper. The words spill out of you, unfiltered and raw. âI want you to ruin me.â
âYouâve never had anyone fill you up like I will,â he says. âIâm gonna stretch you out so good, baby. Youâll be begging for more, even when you canât take it.â
The dirty talk, the sheer vulgarity of his words, makes you even wetter. You feel like you're on the verge of losing control, and it's rousing.Â
Soonyoung's fingers pump in and out of you, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. His thumb rubs relentless circles on your clit, and you can feel the tension building, winding tighter and tighter.
âYouâre gonna cum on my fingers first,â he whispers. âAnd then Iâm gonna fuck you so hard, you wonât be able to walk straight for days. Is that what you want, baby? To be fucked so good, you canât even think about anything else?â
âYes, yes, please,â you pant, your voice high and desperate. You can feel the orgasm building, Soonyoung's touch is all-consuming, driving you wild with every stroke.
âSuch a good girl,â he murmurs.âSo eager to please. Iâm gonna make you feel so fucking good.â
Here and there, Soonyoung is driving you insane with his body affixed to the wall, one strong arm holding your leg up. His wrist swiveling to match his fingers as they explore your weeping cunt and his repetitive rubbing of the areas that cause you to roll your eyes.Â
You cry out, gasping as you roll your hips onto his fingers, the orgasm making you forget what would be appropriate at the time. Soonyoung's fingers work you through it, drawing out every last drop of you.
As you come down from the high, you realize you're still clinging to him, fingers deep on his muscular shoulders, your breaths coming in hiccups. Soonyoung pulls his fingers out of you, and you feel a pang of loss.
Your legs feel like jelly, and you can barely stand. Soonyoung catches you, pulling you close.Â
Soonyoung's eyes rake over you, his smirk widening as he takes in the sight of your trembling legs. âYou're trembling,â he chuckle. His gaze drops to the slick mess between your thighs, and he bites his lip, clearly reveling in the sight. âBetter than this... you're literally dripping,â appreciating.Â
He lets your leg down, holding you firmly as he guides you back onto the bed. The plush mattress sinks under your weight.
âGod forgive me,â he continues, âbut if our mothers weren't in that dressing room that day, I would've fucked you right there in the store. With that princess veil of yours... I would've pinned you against the mirror and made you scream my name.â
Your mouth falls open. The image of him taking you into that bridal shop, surrounded by white lace and satin, ââhitting you like a punch to the gut.
You're not sure what shocks you more: his bold declaration or the way your body reacts to it, growing wetter with every word.
He smirks at your reaction.
âWhat's the matter, princess? Cat got your tongue?" He teases. His fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. âOr are you just too turned on to speak?"
He's right; you're completely at his mercy, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a response.
He strips off his shirt, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso, then shucks off his shorts. His erection strains against the fabric of his boxers, and he groans, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he palms himself.
âI could've fucked you on that altar,â he visualize. "In front of all those guests. Just to show everyone that no matter how arranged this marriage was, you're mine. No one else's.â
He opens his eyes, locking onto yours. âI would've spread you open right there, had you screaming my name, showing them all who you belong to."
His dirty words, the way he claims you with every syllable, makes your head spin.
Soonyoung's hand moves over his bulge, his eyes never leaving yours. âYou don't even know how much I've wanted you,â he hisses. âHow much I want to fuck you senseless, make you mine in every way.â
He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. âAnd tonight, I'm going to do just that. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget about everyone else. Just me, and this cock inside you, filling you up until you can't think straight.â
You squirm, your body responding to his filthy promises. You can't tear your eyes away from him, your mind racing with the possibilities of what the night holds.Â
Soonyoung's fingers brush against the hem of your dress, and you shudder at the contact. âTake it off,â he orders, his voice rough. âI want you naked, spread out on this bed, ready for me.â His eyes bore into yours, and you know he's not just askingâhe's demanding.Â
You slip your dress over your head, tossing it aside as you finally catch sight of Soonyoung completely naked. His hand moves over his erection, the cockhead glistening with precum. The sight makes you lick your lips.
âCan youââ he starts to ask, but you cut him off, not needing him to finish.
âYes!â you nearly moan. His eyes darken, a smirk playing on his lips as you drop to your knees in front of him.
You take a moment to appreciate the sight before you. His cock is thick and veined, the head an angry red, glossy with precum. You can almost taste it just from looking.
Tentatively, you lean in and press a soft kiss to the tip, tasting the salty precum on your tongue. It's musky and slightly bitter, but it makes you want to choke on this cock. You swirl your tongue around the head, savoring the taste and the way his breath hitches above you.
Soonyoung's hand tangles in your hair, guiding you closer. âYes, baby,â he groans, his voice thick with need. âJust like that.â
Encouraged by his reaction, you take him deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching around his girth. The texture of his cock is smooth yet rigid, the veins pulsating against your tongue. You hollow your cheeks, creating a tight seal as you bob your head, taking more of him with each movement.
His hips jerk forward involuntarily, and you hear a strangled moan escape his lips. âShit, that feels so good,â he pants, his grip on your hair tightening. You look up at him through your lashes, your eyes meeting his. The sight of him looking down at you, his face twisted in pleasure, spurs you on.
You slide your hand up his thigh, wrapping it around the base of his cock to stroke what you can't fit in your mouth. Your other hand cups his balls, gently massaging them as you continue to suck him.Â
You hum around his length, sending vibrations through him. He shudders, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. âYou're so fucking good at this,â he praises, his voice breathless. âSo eager, so perfect.â
You moan around his cock at the praise. You take him deeper, pushing your limits as you feel him hit the back of your throat. You gag slightly but push through, wanting to please him, wanting to show him how much you want this.
âY/N,â he gasps, his hips bucking forward again. âYou're going to make me cum if you keep doing that.âHis voice is strained, you don't know if he's warning you or if he's desperate.
You don't let up, doubling your efforts. You suck harder, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head every time you pull back. Your hand continues to pump the base of his cock, matching the rhythm of your mouth. You can feel him throbbing, his cock pulsing with need.
Soonyoung's moans grow louder, more desperate. His breaths come in uneven pants, his body tense with the need for release. âFuck, Y/N, I'm so close,â he warns, his voice breaking.
You look up at him, your eyes locking with his as you take him even deeper. You want to see him come undone, to watch him lose control because of you. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and with one last swirl of your tongue, he lets out a choked moan.
He comes hard, his hips jerking as he spills into your mouth. The taste of his release floods your senses, warm and salty. You swallow every drop, savoring the way he trembles above you. His hand in your hair tightens, holding you in place as he rides out his orgasm.
His hand gently strokes your hair after, a contrast to the rough grip from moments before. You pull back, licking your lips and savoring the last taste of him.
He lifts you up effortlessly, his lips crashing into yours. He doesn't care that his cock was just in your mouth seconds ago or that his cum lingers on your tongue. The taste of himself on your lips makes him moan, the sound vibrating between you.
After a moment, he pulls back, one hand wrapping around your throat, not tight but firm enough to make you feel his presence. His eyes bore into yours, as he licks his sensitive lips.
âYou were sucking me so good,â he rasps, âthat I almost said âI love youâ.âÂ
A laugh bursts out of you, hearty and genuine, and he watches you with a smirk.Â
âI swear,â he continues, his tone playful. âif I'd known marrying you would come with benefits like this, I would've done it way sooner.â âI feel like I owe you something after that blowjob,â he says, his voice dropping into a deeper, more sultry tone.
You bite your lip, a dirty thought flashing through your mind, and Soonyoung picks up on it immediately. Soonyoung's gaze narrows, reading the filth in your expression
âWhat is it? What do you want?â he asks excitedly.
âCan you fuck me⌠doggy style?â you ask.
âYes, I can,â The corners of his mouth twitch, barely holding back a grin.
You look up, pretending to be lost in thought, then say, âCan you fuck me in missionary?â
He nods again, biting his lip, his grip on your throat tightening just a little.
âCan you fuck me inside⌠the shower?âÂ
He presses you tightly against him, his hand gripping your waist possessively, but your gaze still eating him whole.Â
âI can fuck you upside down, sideways, any way you want, baby,â he answers, his voice steady and confident. âJust say the word, and I'll make it happen.â
You moan in response. Too early to say that you're already dumb for his cock?
âGet on all fours and lift that pretty ass for me.â
As you crawl up the bed, you make sure to put on a show. You arch your back, lifting your ass higher, giving Soonyoung the view he wants. You wiggle it a little, teasing him.Â
The motion makes your pussy lips part slightly, already slick and ready for him. You can feel his eyes on you, burning with thirst. Without warning, his hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp. You let out a yelp. You know that mark will be there tomorrow, like a postmark, like a stamp, like a reminder of this moment, and the thought makes you even wetter.
He moves behind you, the bed dipping under his weight. You feel his hands on your hips, gripping you firmly as he positions himself. You can't help but push back against him, seeking more contact.
âSo fucking perfect,â he mutters, running his hands over the curves of your ass, squeezing the flesh and kneading it roughly. He spreads you open, taking in the sight of your wetness. âLook at how ready you are for me. You're dripping, baby.â
You moan, pushing back against him, desperate for more. âPlease, Soonyoung, I need you.â
âFuck, you sound so desperate,â he taunts, positioning himself behind you. His cock slides against your folds, teasing you, making you whimper. âBeg for it. Beg for my cock.â
âPlease, Soonyoung, fuck me,â you whine. âI need your cock inside me, please. I canât wait any longer.â
He doesn't tease, doesn't make you wait any longer. He thrusts in with one hard, deep stroke, filling you completely. The sudden intrusion makes you cry out, a slight discomfort as your walls stretch around him. But it makes your toes curl.Â
âGod, youâre so tight,â he groans, gripping your hips as he starts to move. âSo fucking tight and wet for me. You feel that? Thatâs my cock stretching your pussy.â
You moan loudly, the pleasure building with each thrust. âYes, Soonyoung, I feel it. It feels so good. Fuck me harder.â
He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. The sudden burst of pleasure makes you gasp, your body jolting.
He pulls back slowly, only to slam back in, setting a rough, punishing rhythm, making you roll your eyes back.
He's so deep, hitting spots you didn't even know existed. Each thrust makes you see stars, and you can't help but moan loudly, not caring if the entire hotel hears you. The stretch, the fullness, it's all so overwhelming, so fucking good.
âCome on,â he urges, voice a low growl. âCum for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze this cock.â
It's all too much. The feel of his cock, his fingers on your clit, the dirty words spilling from his lipsâit all sends you over the edge. The second orgasm of the night making you feel already exhausted. Your voice hoarse, as you feel yourself sloppier between your legs.Â
There's no mercy in his movements; he's fucking you through your high, pushing you beyond your limits. Each time he hits your cervix, a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain ripples through you, making your arms tremble uncontrollably.
You try to hold yourself up, but your strength falters. With a soft cry, your arms give out, and your chest falls against the bed. Soonyoung lets out a low chuckle, a smug grin spreading across his face as he watches you crumble beneath him. Even with your body slack, you're impossibly tight around him, your pussy squeezing him like a vice.Â
Soonyoungâs hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continues to pound into you from behind. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, stretching you, making your walls clench involuntarily around him.Â
He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear, and you can hear the pride in his voice as he coos, âAww, look at you. So fucking helpless, so fucking wrecked. You canât even hold yourself up, can you?âÂ
You can barely muster a response, a breathy whimper escaping your lips as you feel the tears start to stream down your cheeks. Itâs an almost incredulous feeling, the tears mixing with the sweat on your face.Â
Youâve never been fucked like this before, never been pushed to the brink and then beyond, your body betraying you as it trembles under his control. Itâs a raw, visceral experience that leaves you gasping for air, your mind a hazy blur of feel.
Soonyoung notices the tears, and his smirk grows wider. âLook at you, crying for me,â he murmurs, his voice low and husky. âIs it too much, baby? Too fucking good? Love being fucked so hard you canât even think straight?âÂ
His hand moves from your hip to your hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling your head back, forcing you to arch your back even more. The angle shifts, and he hits that perfect spot inside you, making you moan loudly, your voice cracking with the intensity of it all.
âYouâre so fucking tight,â he groans, his hips snapping forward with even more force. âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking hard. Itâs like your pussy doesnât want to let me go.â He punctuates his words with deep, hard thrusts that leave you reeling, each one sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through your body.
âSo pretty when you cry,â he continues, his tone almost taunting. âI could do this all day, just watch you fall apart on my cockâ His words are filthy, degrading, but they ignite something inside you, a desperate need for more.Â
The way he speaks to you, the way he claims you with each word and each thrust, is addictive.
You canât hold back your sobs. âPlease,â you manage to choke out, not even sure what youâre begging for anymore.Â
More, less, anythingâjust something to ease the dizzying sensation coursing through you.
He laughs softly, a dark, knowing sound that makes your skin prickle. âPlease what, baby? You want me to stop? You want me to fuck you harder?âÂ
He pulls out almost completely, the emptiness leaving you gasping, and then slams back in with a force that makes your whole body jolt.
âYouâre so fucking greedy. Canât get enough, can you? You want this cock to ruin you, want me to fuck you so good youâll feel it for days.â
All you can do is moan and sob, your body shuddering with each thrust as he pounds into you. The bed creaks under the force of his movements, itâs dirty, raw, and utterly nasty.
âGonna make you cum again,â he murmurs, his voice a dark promise.Â
And as you feel the tension building inside you again, that familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your bellyâyou know heâs right.
He lays you gently on the bed, your back sinking into the mattress. Your face, flushed and glistening with sweat, looks completely wrecked, completely exhausted. Soonyoung feels a brief flicker of pity, but it quickly dissipates as you babble out your dirty words, barely coherent but dripping with need. âPlease... Soonyoung... more, need you so bad... fuckâŚâ
He smirks, spreading your wobbly legs apart, exposing the slick, swollen mess between them. âYou can barely form a sentence, and yet you still want more.â
He slides his cock back inside you, stretching you open once more.Â
Soonyoung's thumb finds your clit again, and he begins to work it in slow, light-touch circles. The sensation is maddening, a delicious contrast to the deep, methodical thrusts of his cock.Â
He watches your face intently, drinking in every expression, every gasp and whimper."That's it, baby," he coos. âLet me see that pretty face when you cum.â
You can barely keep your eyes open, your body overly sensitive from the previous orgasms, but he doesn't let up.
His other hand moves to your chest, fondling your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple before sliding up to wrap around your throat. This time, the grip is firm, real, and you can feel the delicious pressure as he chokes you just enough to make your head spin.
He leans in closer, his eyes never leaving your face.Â
You cling to him, your arms wrapping tightly around his body, pulling him closer as if you could merge with him, become one. The scent of sweat and skin mingling in the airâit all consumes you.Â
Your body is trembling, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core, a white-hot band of pressure that threatens to snap. Soonyoung's moans are louder now, but they seem distant, like they're coming from underwater, muffled by the roaring in your ears.
His pace quickens, and you feel yourself losing control, your mind slipping away from the physical world. The room, the bed, even Soonyoungâall of it fades into the background.Â
There's only the blinding, all-encompassing pleasure that fills every nerve, every cell in your body. It's like being pulled under a wave, the sensation crashing over you with a force that's almost violent.
Your thighs tremble uncontrollably, and you can feel the muscles in your abdomen clenching, the buildup to your orgasm reaching its peak.
And then, it hits. The climax rips through you, a white-hot explosion that leaves you gasping, the world narrowing down to the blinding sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure.Â
Your back arches off the bed, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your vision goes white. The intensity is mind-numbing, erasing everything else from your mind except the overwhelming euphoria that pulses through you.
Your body shakes with the force of it, your legs quivering, toes curling as the pleasure radiates outward from your core. You can feel the slickness between your thighs, the way your walls flutter and squeeze around Soonyoung, pulling him deeper inside you.Â
Soonyoung's name falls from your lips in a choked sob, your voice hoarse and trembling.Â
You slowly come back to reality, feeling the weight of Soonyoung's body on top of you, his cum warm and sticky between your bellies.
Soonyoung pants loudly, trying to catch his breath. He lifts his head slightly to look at you, concern flickering in his eyes despite the satisfied smile on his lips. âYou okay, wifey?â he asks.
You manage a weak smile, still feeling the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. âIâm okay, hubby,â
His smile widens, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. âGood,â he murmurs. âYou were amazing.â
You chuckle softly, the sound a bit strained. âYou werenât too bad yourself,â you tease, your hand coming up to rest on his back, feeling the muscles still taut from effort.
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your own. âGlad I could satisfy my wife on our first night together,âÂ
âThink we should clean up?â Soonyoung asks after a while.
âProbably,â you agree, though neither of you makes a move to get up just yet. Youâre too content, too wrapped up in the warmth and comfort of each otherâs presence.
Eventually, with a reluctant sigh, Soonyoung shifts, carefully pulling away from you. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver slightly. He helps you sit up, his hands gentle and supportive as you both make your way to the bathroom.
The weight of the wedding ring on your finger feels heavier now, more symbolic than ever. Itâs not just a piece of jewelry; itâs a constant reminder of the commitment youâve made and the life youâre building together.
Soonyoung, despite his own exhaustion, is kneeling beside the tub, gently washing you. His focused expression as he works to make sure youâre clean and comfortable. The sight of him, so dedicated and caring, makes your heart swell.
You feel a pang of guilt as you see the tiredness etched on his face, a reminder of how much heâs given for you, both physically and emotionally. Your legs, still trembling from the aftermath of the passion, had given up on you, leaving you reliant on him. The thought of him taking care of you, even in his weariness, makes you feel both grateful and a bit ashamed.
âHey,â you say softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. âYou donât have to do this. I can manage on my own.â
Soonyoung looks up at you, his eyes softening as he smiles. âI want to,â he says quietly. âYou took care of me earlier, and now itâs my turn to take care of you. Besides, itâs kind of nice, being able to do this for you.â
You look him in the eye and sense the truth in his words. His warm, comforting smile belies the weariness that is evident in the lines on his face.Â
[...]
As you and Soonyoung lie together in bed, the room is quiet except for the soft rustling of the sheets and the occasional sigh from either of you. The memories of what just happened still lingers in the air, making both of you feel a bit shy and stunned.
As Soonyoung lays his head on your chest, you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. He sighs contentedly, his fingers lightly tracing patterns around your breast.Â
âSo,â he begins, his voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of playfulness, âwhen I hinted at what I wanted, I honestly didnât think you'd go for it. I was kind of... hoping, but also preparing for a rejection.â
You chuckle softly, your fingers running through his hair. âOh really? And why not?â
âWell, for one, youâre ridiculously hot. I didnât think youâd be that into it right off the bat.â
You giggle, feeling a rush of confidence. âOh, come on. Why wouldnât I? Youâre hot, and letâs be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing.â
âDamn, so you think Iâm hot, huh? And here I was thinking Iâd have to put in a little more effort.â He rises to look at you, but you make him lay again, your cheeks flushed.
âI canât believe we managed to go from âI doâ to âLetâs fuckâ in just a few days. We really donât waste any time, do we?â You say, grinning.Â
âYeah, I guess I underestimated how much Iâd resist you, but I knew I was in trouble from the moment we got married⌠I thought Iâd be a strong soldier, holding out a bit longer.â
He hums thinking.Â
âIâm surprised I managed to hold out for as long as I did.â he finishes.
You raise an eyebrow, a naughty smile playing on your lips. "Well, I guess youâre not as disciplined as you thought. Seems like you fell for me quicker than youâd like to admit.â
Soonyoungâs eyes sparkle. âYouâve got me completely hooked.â
You let out a dramatic sigh, your hand resting on his cheek. âPoor soldier. Captured by the enemy and all. What will you do now?â
He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. "I guess Iâll just have to surrender to you completely.â
âEven the strongest can fall. And letâs be real, Iâm pretty good at making sure my soldiers surrender.â You shrugged, smirking.Â
He bursts into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. âDamn, you really know how to make a guy feel like a total pushover.â
âI plan on keeping you hooked, you knowâwell, at least until the next time we have a âconversationâ like tonight."
âWell, if this is what marriage looks like, I think Iâm going to enjoy every minute of it.â
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âŚđ ⌠it's no secret that the kwon siblings love to tease each other. but what happens when you come into play?
âstop touching my food!â soonyoung whined, as his sister quickly stole another piece of meat from his plate, giggling quietly. that had to be the third time she did that in the last five minutes, and hoshi was having none of that. âtold you you shouldnât have ordered that salad,â he muttered, looking at the last pieces of his favourite food on the nearly empty plate.Â
âchildren, could you stop fighting for once and let us eat in peace?â his father chimed in. âwe canât take you out anywhere.âÂ
you, on the other hand, were too focused on your own food to notice the bickering that was happening right next to you. your day had been long and tiring, and this had to be your first meal of the day, so no one was really surprised that you were kind of in your own world at the moment. besides, at this point you were so used to the kwon siblings teasing each other that you stopped paying much attention to it.Â
âitâs not my fault heâs being a chil- hey! why does she get to steal your food?â soonyoungâs sister asked indignantly, pointing her finger at you. âwhy are you not yelling at her, huh?âÂ
you quickly stopped in your tracks with your fork between yours and hoshi's plate with the last piece of his meat on it, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you without having to look up. âhuh? whatâs going on?â you asked, confused. sharing food in your relationship was normal, to be honest - you never fully ate whatever you ordered, you always shared it between each other, so why did you feel like you just committed a crime?Â
âmaybe because sheâs my girlfriend, you moron,â soonyoung snickered, and moved his arm from the back of your chair to lay his hand on your thigh. âeat up, baby. donât worry about her,â he said, and pecked your temple.Â
his sister laughed bitterly, and set her fork down, clearly annoyed. âdonât worry about her? remember whoâs the oldest here, kwon soonyoung.âÂ
your eyes wandered between the two with amusement, as you munched on the meat you just stole from soonyoung. it must have looked really funny from the perspective of the people sitting at the nearby tables - two adults shouting insults at each other like five-year-olds, but for you (less for their parents) this was pure entertainment.Â
your boyfriend and his sister were the epitome of a brother- sister dynamic.Â
âoh my god, why are you so surprised iâm letting my literal girlfriend have my food?â he probably didnât notice how his grip on you slightly tightened on the word âgirlfriendâ, but you couldnât hide the small smile as he did that. it was cute how his body was unconsciously paying attention to you without him even knowing. âstop being a pain in the ass, and keep eating that grass or whatever that is.âÂ
âdid you just rhyme ass with gra-?âÂ
âokay, you know what? you,â soonyoungâs mom pointed her fork at her daughter, âstop stealing his food. and you,â now she turned her head to her son, âhave nothing left on that plate so leave, or keep your mouth zipped.âÂ
âbut mom, it wasnât me who started this!âÂ
yeah, the kwon family was a funny bunch, and you thanked your luckiest stars you could be a part of this beautiful mess.
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Why can't I have someone like them?? Cause like, they are just perfect in all aspects đĽšâ¤ď¸đ
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Seventeen and kisses (OT13)
Yuin's note: Poorly proofread. I'm going through a really bad writer's block, bear with me.
Seungcheol. Mingyu. Dino. - Forehead.
His main goal in this relationship is that you feel loved, and takes his job quite serious. There's not a safer place than his warm embrace, he loves to hold you and tenderly kiss your forehead like there's no time or something more important, is his silent way to say that will protect you and be there whenever you need him (cuz' words alone cannot express how important you are to him).
Joshua. Jeonghan. Minghao - Knuckles.
For him you're a princess, his princess and what better way to make you feel like that? Your hands are the prettiest, from time to time he will hold it and tenderly place a kiss on your knuckles. Oh, he's so in love with your lovestruck gaze, he can do this all day long just to see you blushing and getting shy over him, so it's not big surprise if he gives more than just one kiss.
Seungkwan. Dokyeom. Hoshi. - All over your face.
He loves your face, the tender way you look at him and your cute smile are his biggest weaknesses so don't be surprised, he's always so eager to kiss you and will just choose anywhere, it doesn't matter since it's you, all he wants to do is shower you with all his love and put a big smile on your face. It doesn't matter if you're depressed or just minding your business, when he wants to kiss you, There is nothing in this world that can stop him from achieving his goal.
Vernon. Woozi. Wonwoo. - Cheek/Lips.
Let's be honest, he's a simple man so he is just going to kiss you straight on your lips. Does it mean that's boring and not special? Better think twice. He respects your personal space and knows that can't just be stuck to you all the time but he's a human too, a person that loves you deeply and will remind you that he is there by suddenly going by your side, kissing your lips, and then returning to whatever he was doing (leaving you clueless and blushing).
Jun. - Nose.
He's eccentric and everyone knows that for sure, so it is not a big surprise when he just stares at you, with a serious gaze and suddenly caress his nose againts yours, followed by a shy laugh. But don't blame him. The truth is, Jun feels very comfortable when he's with you and likes to just be himself, is his way to say how much he loves you.
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driving lessons for dummies
â i can't parallel park, but i know all the lyrics to 'driver's license' by olivia rodrigo now. â
PAIRING ⸠kwon soonyoung x fem!reader
GENRES ⸠fluff, humor, smut, strangers to lovers au, college au
WARNINGS ⸠profanity, weed consumption, mc has the worst luck imaginable, soonyoung is down horrendous, there is a minor car crash, very minor description of blood, hurt/comfort, almost car sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), grinding, oral (fem. receiving), praise, lots of teasing, overstimulation, pet names (both sexy and unsexy), friend group shenanigans
SUMMARY ⸠you've finally passed your written test and gotten your permit after six failed attempts. eager to get your license while attempting to avoid overpriced driving lessons, you enlist the help of kwon soonyoung, who only requires a STIIZY pod as payment.
PLAYLIST ⸠new romantics by taylor swift ⢠see you again by tyler, the creator, kali uchisÂ
WORD COUNT ⸠16,834 words
AUTHORâS NOTE ⸠this is representation for all the girlies out there who can't drive. not me but
ONE OF THE MOST COMMON STEREOTYPES PERPETUATED AGAINST WOMEN WAS THAT THEY WERE DEEMED TERRIBLE DRIVERS.Â
That, or they just flat-out couldnât drive to save their lives.Â
This sexist notion dated back to when the automobile was created, when driving was physically demanding work and men insisted they handled operating the vehicles themselves. Now, though, plenty of women drove just fine, but misogyny was the only thing keeping the stereotype relevant.Â
After all, the only reason why women were considered âbad driversâ was because a man decided they were.
Screw all the women who revolutionized the automobile industry, right? Despite them being highly discouraged to take on the labor required of men, it was Bertha Benz who drove the furthest in a motorized carriage than anyone else. It was Anne French who was the first woman to receive a driverâs license. It was Marget Wilcox who invented the car heater, Mary Anderson who created windshield wipers, and Hedy Lamar who designed the wireless transmission technology that made the innovation of the GPS possible.
No matter how high that glass ceiling was, even if a woman demolished and obliterated it to pieces, there would always be a man out there who would push her right back down.Â
Unfortunately, you were nowhere near smashing that glass ceiling because you had failed your permit test six times.Â
Yes, it was embarrassing, but you were determined to get your license. At your age, it was getting ridiculous that you had consistently failed your permit test this many times. Plus, you were getting tired of asking all of your friends for rides. You envisioned picking them up in your new car with your shiny new license, grinning smugly at the shocked looks on their faces.
âI donât think God wants you on the road,â Wen Junhui, your best friend since middle school, said as he dropped you off at the DMV. âIf you fail a seventh time, I would personally just use public transportation for the rest of my life.âÂ
âIf a sixteen-year-old can pass it without studying, then I can pass it,â you insisted. âPlus, I read the entire manual last night.â
âYeah, except the sixteen-year-old passed it on their first or second try, and this is your seventh.âÂ
âWell, seventh timeâs the charm, right?âÂ
âRight,â he replied, doubtful. He stopped the car in front of the DMV to let you out. âWell, good luck. Iâm gonna go get gas and Iâll come back for you.â
âThanks, Jun!â you chirped. âI swear Iâll pass it this time.â
âSure.â
âHave some faith in me, please.â
When Junhui drove away, you steeled your nerves to mentally prepare yourselfânot for the test but for interacting with the DMV employees. You werenât a fan of being verbally abused by them, especially after having them roll their eyes at you the last six times you had to tell them you failed.Â
But today would be different.Â
Thankfully, the DMV wasnât too busy today. You only had to wait twenty minutes until they called your number. After handing them the proper paperwork, you were directed to the computers to take the permit test.Â
Since you were an adult, you only needed to get 30 questions correct out of 36. You had learned your lesson by now, so you actually studied the handbook this time. It took a while to admit to yourself that you werenât blessed with common sense.Â
First question. Wrong.Â
Second question. Wrong.Â
Third question. Wrong.Â
What was happening?
By the time you had gotten five questions wrong in a row, your hands were shaking. The pressure started to set back in, and you were terrified about failing this exam a seventh time. Junhui would be so disappointed if you told him you failed again.Â
You felt the back of your shirt cling to your skin once the sixth question was incorrect. This was ridiculous; you had studied, but these questions were strangely specific. It was like someone at the DMV had it out for you.Â
Maybe Junhui was right. Maybe God didnât want you on the road.Â
You felt like your brain had entered auto-pilot to protect yourself from the discouraging loss of your permit yet again. You clicked through the rest of the questions mindlessly, hardly thinking about anything untilâÂ
You passed!Â
The white screen flashed in your face for about a minute before you could register it properly. All you could do was blink and stare until you pinched your wrist to make sure you werenât seeing things.Â
Had you really gotten the rest of the 30 questions right after your consecutive failed attempts? You were so worked up over the six you missed that the rest felt like a blur. Maybe the problem was that you had been overthinking the test this entire time.Â
âI did it,â you breathed out to the woman at the counter, still in disbelief. âI passed.âÂ
âCongratulations,â she replied with little enthusiasm. She turned to grab papers from her printer, stapled them together, and handed you your brand new permit. âHave a nice day now.âÂ
âThank you so much,â you replied, slightly distracted as you inspected your learnerâs permit with wide eyes.
You had been waiting for this day for so long, and here you were, holding the permit you had spent years trying to obtain. You could only imagine how thrilled your parents and friends would be once they found out.Â
Speaking of friends, when you checked your phone, you saw that Junhui had texted you five minutes ago that he was parked outside. He probably expected you to walk out with a gloomy expression and slumped shoulders, but you had a skip in your step this time. You finally had good news for your best friend.Â
âJun!â you yelled before you even opened the door to the passengerâs seat. âJun, Jun, Jun, Jun!â
âItâs okay, Y/N,â he said sympathetically, but something about his automatic response definitely felt practiced, âyouâll get it next time.â
âNo, Jun, I passed!â
His eyes went wide. âYou did?!âÂ
âI did!â You squealed and practically jumped into the seat. Sinking back, a wide grin stretched across your face. âI finally did it.âÂ
âYo, congrats.â Junhui grinned. âI guess the seventh time really is the charm, huh?â He started his car to pull out of the parking lot. âWell, now you just have to pass the driving test.âÂ
Your face fell.
You had been thinking about the permit test for so long that you forgot there was an actual driving component, too.Â
First of all, you had never driven a vehicle in your life, not even illegally with friends. Second of all, you had terrible depth perception, which was probably not a great flaw to have if you wanted to drive. Thirdly, everything you prepared for the permit test had completely ejected from your brain. Your road sense was back to utterly clueless.Â
âIâm gonna fail,â you said, defeated. âJesus Christ, Jun, I didnât even think about the actual driving test!â
âRelax, drivingâs easy once you get the hang of it,â he replied. âWhat you should really be worrying about is how expensive those lessons are.âÂ
âHow much are they?âÂ
âUh, like, close to a few hundred.âÂ
âTotal?âÂ
âNo, per lesson.âÂ
âPer lesson?!â you cried. âJust for someone to tell me where to turn and brake? I canât afford that!âÂ
âIâm guessing most of it is because theyâre willingly sitting in a car with someone who doesnât know shit about driving,â he explained, âbut, yeah, itâs a crazy price. You do need to get that license before your permit expires, though, and you should probably get it done while youâre still here for college so you donât run over the elementary schoolers back home.âÂ
You buried your face in your hands and let out a loud groan. âHow am I gonna dish out hundreds of dollars? I donât have that kind of money to spend when I have rent to pay off.âÂ
The corner of Junhuiâs mouth lifted, more so exasperated than amused when he said, âI think I might know a guy.âÂ
Kwon Soonyoung.Â
Junhui sent you his number after he dropped you off at your apartment. Apparently, Soonyoung was one of his good friends who also happened to have a side gig where he gave out driving lessons at a discounted price. Of course, the downside was that Soonyoung wasnât exactly certified to teach people how to drive, but he was allegedly a good driver.
His lessons were normally for high schoolers, and he charged their parents around a hundred. For adults over the age of 21, though, he had a special offer that you couldnât resist.Â
You texted him to ask if he had any open spots for you. He took a few days to reply, but you eventually got a two-hour slot for the next week. You werenât sure how effective his lessons would be, but you figured you would give it a shot since he was your age and giving out classes for cheap.Â
When the day of your lessons rolled around, you were slightly anxious while you were waiting for him to arrive. You needed Junhui to reassure you for hours last night, promising that no, Soonyoung was not going to kidnap and murder you. He was a student at your university, actually, and he was a public health major who never had a murderous thought in his life.
soonyoung (driving instructor): iâm outside your houseÂ
Okay, if he wasnât a murderer, then the least he could do was not text you like one. Â
After replying with an omw that autocorrected to On my way! and left you feeling very distressed that your communication sounded overly-enthusiastic, you worked up the courage to walk outside to his Honda Accord.Â
âHi,â you greeted shyly when you opened the door. âYouâre Soonyoung, right?âÂ
Honestly, you didnât care if he was Soonyoung or not. The man sitting in the driverâs seat was probably one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on. Even if he wasnât Kwon Soonyoung, you would happily let him kidnap you. Maybe youâd even blush a little because he picked you of all people to kidnap.Â
He turned to look at you, seeming a little surprised that you opened the door but smiling nevertheless. âYeah, thatâs me. Youâre Y/N?âÂ
When you nodded, he got out of the driverâs seat and motioned for you to take it. You skirted around the car to sit inside while Soonyoung took the passengerâs seat.Â
You also got a glance of his off-brand, beige Fear of God Essentials sweater that read M.I.L.F. Hunter instead. Classy.Â
âSo, you came to me because you didnât wanna give up your semesterâs worth of college tuition for driving lessons,â Soonyoung said with an overwhelming air of confidence.Â
âYeah, pretty much.â You huffed. âHere, I heard this was your payment.â
You handed him a paper bag, not bothering to take out the receipt from the dispensary. Inside was the King Louis XIII STIIZY pod. One gram.Â
âAh, good. You know your stuff.âÂ
Soonyoung hummed as he examined the box, and you were just wondering when he would get to business and start showing you the controls in his car. You were slightly overwhelmed by his impressively relaxed demeanor. Maybe it would have been better if you settled for an uptight woman in her sixties. Pretty boys were always trouble.Â
âYou made the right choice coming to me. Iâm a much better driver than those hags from the driving schools around here,â he continued. It was like he could read your mind; it was almost terrifying. âPlus, way less likely that Iâll get a heart attack in the passengerâs seat.âÂ
He was a total weirdo, but he was hot, so you supposed it canceled out in some obscure, mathematical sense.Â
âThatâs⌠good to hear, I think,â you replied. âSo, are you, like, good at this?â
âAre you kidding? Iâm basically the Lebron of driving.â
âI see.â You nodded along, unsure. âI donât watch football, soâŚâÂ
âHe plays basketball, but close enough.â
After spending about thirty minutes explaining all of the controlsâfrom hand signals, to the dashboard, to the indicatorâSoonyoung decided it was time for you to start driving on your own. You didnât expect to move this quickly; actually, you didnât think youâd even start driving until your second lesson. Thankfully, you gathered most of what Soonyoung had taught you, so you mustered up the courage to press your foot on the brakes and move the gear shift into drive.Â
You looked over at Soonyoung expectantly, waiting for him to give you the green light to start driving. The boy only raised a brow at you, wondering why you hadnât started driving yet.Â
âToday would be nice,â he remarked.
âUh, should I start now?â
âSorry, I donât have a starting pistol for you or anything.â He made a finger gun with his hand and pretended to fire. âOn your mark, get setââ
âOkay, going,â you replied quickly, flushing with embarrassment. You pressed down on the accelerator and gasped as the car lurched forward. âSorry!â
âSlowly!â Soonyoung cried out, holding onto the âoh shitâ handle, which you found highly unnecessary and felt somewhat offended about. âPress down slowlyâgentle.â
The next hour of your lessons was a learning curve, to say the least. In your defense, it was your very first time driving, so you didnât know you were actually supposed to look behind you before you switched lanes. Although Soonyoung kept reminding you, his instructions kept slipping your mind because you were focusing on several things at once.Â
You sucked.
You were probably honked at around eight times and flipped off twice. It was a humbling experience, really. There was only so much a DMV victim could take, so you eventually had to pull over and try not to cry while Soonyoung consoled you.Â
âCâmon, you probably didnât even do anything wrong. Itâs just their road rage,â he said, trying to duck his head to get a better look at you while you had your hands covering your face. âPlus, all those assholes were driving way over the speed limit. You were the responsible one back there.â
You sniffled, sucking in a shuddering breath before you gathered your composure. It wasnât like you to be so vulnerable in front of a stranger like this, but it was probably the nerves of your first time driving coupled with the nerves of driving (and potentially damaging) someone elseâs car.Â
âYouâre right.â You wiped at your damp cheek. âFuck them. They couldnât pass a driving test if they tried.â
âWell, technically, they already have.âÂ
âNot helping.â
He smirked. âAre you good to keep driving? Or do you wanna wrap this session up for today?âÂ
âLetâs keep going.â You set the car in drive again, but you looked over at Soonyoung before you did anything else. âThanks, by the way. Iâm guessing most of your students donât usually pull over to cry during their lesson.âÂ
He shrugged. âWouldnât say itâs happened before, but itâs not a bad thing.â
It was a good thing that you were able to hide your blush from Soonyoung. With the clearly embarrassing impression you were making on him, it would have been mortifying if he found out that he was also making you flustered.Â
For the next thirty minutes, you slowly started to get more comfortable behind the wheel. Soonyoung was thankfully not overbearing as most instructors normally were, so you didnât end up flinching every time he spoke.Â
He made light conversation to make you feel at ease, which you appreciated greatly. At first, you just nodded or hummed in response, as you were too afraid to do anything but stare at the road ahead, but you eventually steeled your nerves and replied with actual words. Soonyoung was a natural conversationalist, so you didnât have to worry about your awkward pauses or stumbling over your words. He led the conversation, sharing random tidbits of his life that you wouldnât expect to hear from someone the first time you met them.Â
Everything seemed to be going perfectly normal until Soonyoung started queuing songs to play.Â
The problem wasnât the music. The problem was that Soonyoung had stopped teaching you to drive, allowing you to fend for your life while he sat back and relaxed. You werenât sure if normal people were able to loosen up so easily while being driven by a complete amateur.Â
Soonyoung mustâve been from a different planet, you decided. Some planet out there that deemed him the Lebron of driving.Â
âUh,â you started, âarenât you gonna tell me where to go?âÂ
Soonyoung opened his mouth, as if he was going to ask what you meant, but then his demeanor completely shifted.Â
âPull over to the curb,â he instructed, ânow.â
âWhat?â Your pulse raced, and you were scared that you had fucked up somehow. You checked your mirrors to make sure you hadnât cut anyone off or anything, but there was no one behind you. Swallowing thickly, you pulled over to the curb as best as you could and parked the car, shooting your driving instructor a nervous glance. âDid I do something wrââ
âWait, wait, wait,â Soonyoung whispered, silencing you with a wave of his hand. âThis is the best part.â
Your jaw clenched as Olivia Rodrigoâs vocals were drowned out by Soonyoungâs off-key singing. This was why he wanted you to pull over?Â
âI knew we werenât perfect but Iâve never felt this way for no one!â he belted out. âCâmon, sing with meâoh, and I just canât imagine how you could be so okay now that Iâm gone!â
You folded your arms across your chest. With a reluctant sigh, you gave in and started singing along with Soonyoung.Â
You werenât exactly ready for your driving test, but after two more lessons with Soonyoung, you felt more confident about being on the road. Sure, you almost ran over a pedestrian once and drove on the wrong side of the road the other day, but at least you were capable of handling a vehicle mostly by yourself.Â
There were times where you wondered if your driving lessons would be more productive with a proper instructor, not Soonyoung. He surely knew how to drive (save for when he went over the speed limit and only slowed down when he saw a cop car), but he was more focused on messing around instead of actually teaching you. You were pretty sure that he saved his proper instruction for high school students with parents, and you were just someone he liked to mess around with.Â
That didnât stop you from scheduling another lesson with him, though. It was going to be another trip to the dispensary for you.
âHowâre the driving lessons going?â Junhui asked, still nose-deep in his anatomy textbook.Â
The two of you were preparing for your upcoming midterms in a study room, but all you could think about was the little notification on your phone screen telling you that Soonyoung requested to follow you on Instagram. How long were you supposed to wait until you accepted his request? Would it be weird if you followed him back right away?
âI canât parallel park, but I know all the lyrics to âDriverâs Licenseâ by Olivia Rodrigo now,â you answered. âIâve also been honked at thirteen times.â
You counted. Mostly because each honk kept you up at night, staring up at your popcorn ceiling, wondering why everyone (a driver who probably didnât even remember your face) hated you.Â
âAh,â Junhui mused, smiling a little to himself, âso itâs going well.âÂ
âI wouldnât say that,â you mumbled. âBut heâs nice. He doesnât make me feel like crying. I think my dad would make me cry.â
Your phone buzzed while Junhui started going off on a tangent about how your dad was, indeed, a scary man. (There was an incident during parentâs weekend in freshman year where your father walked into your dorm room to see Junhui sitting on your bed. Completely misunderstanding the situation, your poor friend got lectured for almost an hour.) Soonyoungâs contact name flashed across your screen, and you were itching to read his text.Â
Once you and Junhui settled back into studying, you turned on your phone to check your messages.
soonyoung (driving instructor): i see you in the first floor study room soonyoung (driving instructor): come to the second floor study room for a good time
Terrifying. But you were intrigued.Â
After excusing yourself for a moment, making some lame excuse about needing to use the bathroom, you slipped out of your study room to head upstairs. You realized you had never actually seen Soonyoung on campus before, so a strange feeling of excitement consumed you, making your body feel light and your chest feel giddy.Â
Outside one of the study rooms, you heard echoes of laughter and conversation, which made you feel instantly nervous. You were invited, though, so you steeled your nerves and opened the door cautiously.Â
âHi,â you greeted quietly, glancing over at the three strangers before your eyes landed on Soonyoung, who grinned once he saw you.Â
The four of them werenât exactly studying. Two of them were fiddling with the flatscreen fixed to the wall, trying to connect a Nintendo Switch to it; one of them was sliding joy-cons into controllers; and Soonyoung, who had his legs kicked up on the table previously, was standing up to walk over to you.Â
âYou came!â His tone made it seem like he was doubtful that youâd actually show up, so you were glad to prove him wrong. âOh, yeah, this is Seungcheol and Mingyuââhe gestured toward the two who were setting up the TV, and then he pointed at the guy with the joy-consââand this is Seungkwan.â
âHey,â the three of them chorused in broken unison.Â
âWanna play Smash Bros with us?â Soonyoung asked. âPerchance.â
âYou canât just say âperchance,â dude,â one of the guys setting up the TV said.Â
âI think itâs applicable, Mingyu,â the other guy said, whom you now deduced was Seungcheol. âConceivably.â
âThereâs no reason for either of you to use the words âperchanceâ or âconceivablyâ at all,â Seungkwan chimed in.Â
âIgnore them,â Soonyoung said, holding the door open wider for you before you even gave him an answer. âTheyâre just idiots.âÂ
âYouâre the biggest idiot here!â Seungcheol protested. He turned to you and explained, âHeâs, like, the final boss idiot.âÂ
Mingyu snickered. âFinal idiot.â
You found yourself giggling a little, distracted by their banter as you walked inside the room and sat down in one of the empty chairs. Soonyoung slid into the one next to you, even though he was sitting next to Seungkwan earlier. You were glad that none of his friends made you feel like your presence was strange or unwelcome, but you still couldnât help but feel awkward.Â
While Soonyoung was asking Seungcheol if he had finished connecting his Switch to the TV, you pulled out your phone to text Junhui.Â
y/n: iâm playing smash bros??? with soonyoung on the second floor y/n: wanna join?
jun: my anatomy midterm is in 3 days, 2 hours, and 26 minutes and all i know rn is that tissues are to wipe my tears after i fail this exam, negative feedback is all im getting back from my professor, and brain cells r what im deficient in Â
y/n: ok damn iâll take that as a no
jun: iâll be in here for the next 3 days whenever u decide to come backÂ
y/n: itâll take an hour tops y/n: pls donât camp here for 3 whole daysÂ
âJunâs not coming,â you announced.Â
You heard a chorus of groans.Â
Great. They were all Wen Junhui fanboys.Â
After Mingyu and Seungcheol finished setting up the Nintendo Switch, you watched Soonyoung and Seungkwan play the first match. Seungkwan chose Villager (which was sort of fitting for him, actually) and Soonyoung chose Donkey Kong. You honestly had no idea how Smash Bros worked, so you were completely lost while you watched their characters fly around and knock each other off the platform.Â
Soonyoung was screaming at one point, threatening Seungkwan with several promises to knock him out, which never happened. Seungkwan, taking a calmer approach, focused on using several commands while Soonyoung was already jumping out of his chair and on the floor. Mingyu and Seungcheol were on the sidelines, yelling out strategies for them at random and laughing occasionally.Â
The match ended with Seungkwan being victorious. Soonyoung had gotten so riled up during the game, but he took his defeat like a champ, congratulating his friend and laughing off his loss.Â
You were just amused at how quickly he switched up.Â
âYou want a turn?â Soonyoung asked you, handing you his controller.Â
You hesitated. âUh, Iâm not really good at these kinds of games.â
âIâll help you.â
You were up against Mingyu. He was a formidable opponent at first glance, but you hoped he wasnât as competitive as the others. Maybe he would show you mercy because it was your first time playing.Â
You held the controller with stiffly-bent arms, holding it up like you were reading a map. Soonyoung didnât laugh at you, to your relief, but he gently pushed your hands down and showed you what all of the controls were.Â
You chose the pink blob named Kirby. You werenât a gamer by any means, so you had no idea what purpose the pink blob served other than being cute. No one judged you for your selection, though, which you assumed was a good sign.Â
âDonât go easy on me,â you mumbled to Mingyu, who grinned in response.Â
âWasnât planning on it.â
Your heart raced when the countdown started. It felt like the longest three seconds of your life, and you were starting to regret choosing Kirby, who looked harmless in comparison to Mingyuâs character: Samus. You kept telling yourself that it was okay if you lost; you knew how to handle failure since you were pretty bad at virtually everything.Â
Soonyoung was cheering for your victory as soon as the match started. He was an absolute angel for doing so, but you were afraid you were going to disappoint him.Â
In Mingyuâs defense, you did tell him not to go easy on you. Unfortunately, the guy really wasnât holding back at all. In the blink of an eye, you were already astral projecting off the screen.Â
âOh,â was all you could say.Â
Maybe you should have swallowed down your pride and asked Mingyu to go easy on you.
Seungcheol playfully punched his friendâs shoulder. âCâmon, dude, itâs her first time.â
âYeah, whyâre you being a dick?â Seungkwan joined in, seeming more excited over having an excuse to target Mingyu than to actually defend you.
âShe told me not to go easy on her!â he exclaimed, but no one allowed the poor boy to stand up for himself. With a pout, he turned to you and said, âIâm sorry.â
âNo, donât apologize.â You laughed. âIâm just bad at this.â
âHere, Iâll help you for the next round.â Soonyoung scooted closer to you until his knee brushed against yours. You couldnât help but feel a little hot all of a sudden, but you made no effort to move away.Â
The next round started with you dropping from the revival platform. You felt like your brain went into autopilot. You just heard Soonyoung talking in your ear while his fingers kept brushing against yours, telling you which controls were best for fighting Samus. Everything was going in one ear and out the other; you were so flustered that you could hardly think straight.Â
You snapped back into reality when you heard three of them screaming, and you looked over with wide eyes to see Mingyu looking shell-shocked himself.Â
You won.Â
Soonyoung smiled. âSee? Youâre a natural.â
âNo, it was all you,â you replied, shaking your head. It really was all thanks to Soonyoung because you had no idea what the hell you did. âIt was probably just beginnerâs luck.â
But, even so, a smile tugged at your lips, and you felt elated from your triumph. You thought back to Soonyoungâs hands brushing against yours, nearly swamping yours in comparison, and your chest felt a little warm.Â
A little too warm.Â
You put a pause on driving for a week and a half, informing Soonyoung that you had to focus on midterms before you could think about your driving lessons. Both caused you extreme distress, so you needed to cut one out temporarily.
Junhui really did camp out in the library for three entire days. You brought him food every day and forced him to go back to his apartment to take a shower. When you watched over his study room for him, Soonyoung would swing by and ask how you were doing.Â
Brief interactions, but they were nice.Â
You managed to get through your midterms without a single cry session in a bathroom stall. It was honestly a bigger success than your first Smash Bros win.Â
Soonyoung and you grew a little closer. Two weeks ago, if someone told you that you would be FaceTiming your driving instructor every night before bed, you wouldnât believe them for a second. Mostly because you assumed you would get a driving instructor who was pushing retirement age, and video calling someone that old at night sounded a little concerning and borderline adulterous.
You learned a lot about him. His go-to breakfast or midnight snack was Frosted Flakes, and he felt a little empty inside if there wasnât a box of the cereal in his cabinet. He was loud most of the time, but he often got shy or quiet in loud settings; it was highly dependent on the crowd he was with. His love language was sending you pictures of cute animals and saying it was you two. (You also didnât like calling this a âlove languageâ because that implied there was something deeper than platonic feelings, which you were too afraid to come to terms with.)
âYou have to start driving again now that your midterms are over,â Soonyoung said over the phone one night. He was sulking while you were doing your skincare routine, keeping your phone propped up on your desk. âYouâre gonna start forgetting what you learned, and then weâre gonna be back to square one.â
He was (slightly) high tonight and you were the first person he called.
You were pretty sure that had to mean something. Unfortunately, you were too guarded to connect the pieces that were laid out perfectly for you.
âYou just miss me, huh?â you joked.Â
âYeah, I guess I do.â
Nothing could have prepared you for that response.Â
You felt your cheeks burn, and you had to physically turn around to hide whatever expression was betraying you. You pretended to examine something behind you, but there was clearly nothing there, so you just looked like an idiot.Â
You didnât know what you were feeling. There was a clear difference in your emotions when you spoke to Soonyoung versus when you spoke to his friends.Â
You didnât want to compare Soonyoung to Junhui, who you knew since middle school, but you knew that you didnât feel anything funny in your chest when you interacted with Seungcheol, Seungkwan, or Mingyu. They were great to be around, of course, but it was only Soonyoung who made you walk with a little skip in your step.
You hadnât had a proper crush in years. Now, you felt like you were overthinking everything and analyzing every little interaction that could possibly be meaningless.Â
It had only been a few weeks, but you supposed there was no exact timeline for these sorts of thingsâwhatever this thing was.Â
Whatever it was, though, you were in danger.
âTomorrow, then,â you said once you regained a sliver of your composure. âPick me up after your classes.â
âSure.â He rested his chin in his palm, staring at you with an amused expression. âIâll bring flowers.â
Possible Ways To Respond: 1. âYouâre too sweet! Thank you.â 2. âFlowers? Whatâs the occasion?â 3. âWow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?âÂ
You went with a secret fourth option.
âPlease donât. Iâm allergic.â
True to his word, Soonyoung picked you up after his classes the next day.Â
You were pretty sure your lessons had gone over the regular quota, so you stopped by at the dispensary earlier to pick up another pod for Soonyoung. He didnât look as though he was expecting anything when you got in the driverâs seat, though. In fact, he was perplexed when you handed him the paper bag.Â
âWhatâs this?â he asked, growing sheepish.Â
âYour payment,â you replied. âAlso, I sort of lied about being allergic to flowers. Iâm not allergic to flowers. I donât know why I said that. Iâm allergic to penicillin, though, but I donât think that sounds remotely close to âflowers.â Maybe I got confused? I donât know.â
If this was an otome game, you had surely picked the bad relationship ending. Soonyoungâs face fell a littleâjust enough for you to noticeâand you immediately felt guilt swallowing you whole. You meant for your words to sound lighthearted, but maybe they didnât come across that way.Â
But, at the same time, you didnât know where you stood. Wouldnât it have been unfair to not repay Soonyoung for the lessons? Was it unreasonable that you werenât actually expecting him to bring you flowers for no reason?
Soonyoung recovered quickly, though, his smiling eyes crinkling at the corners. âSo I can bring you flowers.â
âHypothetically, you could.â
âBut you donât have to pay me anymore.â He looked into the paper bag, examining the STIIZY pod before scoffing. âIf I keep stocking up on these, people are gonna think Iâm a stoner.âÂ
âWell, I have to pay you for the lessons somehow,â you said. âSo, if you donât want the pods anymore, then Iâll have to start sending you money. I mean, what about gas?â
âYou donât have to worry about my gas tank.â He chuckled at your words and sat back to get comfortable. âWhat you should worry about is not hitting the curb.â
You flushed hotly. âRight.â
The first hour went smoothly. Soonyoung was impressed that you were gradually getting more and more comfortable behind the wheel, and he even congratulated you for changing lanes without muttering prayers under your breath. You were beginning to feel less overwhelmed with everything you were supposed to focus on, and you were certain that you were so close to everything clicking at once.Â
That was, until a car crashed right into you on a local road.Â
Thankfully, you and the other driver werenât going too fast, but the force was sure to leave a dent in Soonyoungâs car. The collision wasnât hard, by any means, but the impact jerked your body forward so that your mouth hit the steering wheel. The sting of pain radiated throughout your gums seconds later, and you winced and cradled your jaw.Â
You immediately bubbled with rage as you pulled over to the curb, knowing that you had the right of way and he was supposed to stop and wait for you to pass, but you were still stiff with shock. Soonyoungâs eyes were fierce, looking back at the driver as if he was about to cuss him out, but then he turned his attention to you.
Before you could feel immense, crushing guilt over crashing Soonyoungâs car, you whipped your head around to make sure he wasnât hurt. You wouldnât be surprised if he completely ghosted you after this. You were probably the worst student he had ever come across, which was saying a lot considering most of his students were high school teenagers.Â
âY/N, are you okay? Are you hurt?â he asked, sounding as frantic as his hands were. You felt his palm against your cheek and his other hand atop your head, making sure you werenât hurt anywhere.Â
âAre you okay?â you blurted out. Your breathing was erratic, and you hardly registered the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. âOh god. Your car. Oh god, IââÂ
âItâs okay, Y/N, itâs not your fault,â he said. âYou had the right ofââÂ
When he turned to look at you again, he just stared, eyes wide and jaw hanging openâalmost comically. It almost looked like he was more bewildered by you than the fact that his car was rammed into by another car.Â
He was wordless for far too long that you had to ask, âEverything okay?âÂ
Maybe that was a stupid question. Clearly, everything wasnât okay, and it had everything to do with the fact that you two had gotten into a car crash.
âI think you loth a tooth,â he lispedâa seemingly joking remark, but his expression was dead serious.
For a split second, a laugh bubbled up in your mouth. You thought Soonyoung must have been messing with you, but it was ridiculous that he could joke around in such a situation. It was when you touched your lip and pulled your hand back to see blood, though, that cold reality washed over you.
Your eyes went wide as saucers as you turned to examine your teeth in the rear-view mirror.Â
The worst possible thing that could happen to a woman was happening to you right now.Â
Your front left tooth was gone.Â
âI-itâs not that bad,â Soonyoung tried, although he sounded unconvinced himself. âItâs cute! Itâs like, uh, that dragonâfrom, uh⌠How to Train Your Dragon.âÂ
Your eyes were burning and your throat was closing up, but tonguing the bloodied gap between your teeth sent you over the edge. You had tears streaming down your cheeks and you were gripping the wheel so hard that your knuckles turned pale.
âToothleth?â you cried, which led to a few choked sobs when you realized that you had a lisp now. Then, you were full-on crying into your hands because sure, you could get over being the reason why Soonyoungâs car had a dent in it, but you were pretty sure there was no replacing a missing tooth. The more you cried, though, the worse you felt as you tasted the blood and heard the faint whistles coming from the gap in your teeth. âIâm tho thupid!âÂ
Soonyoung was clearly short-circuiting, but you could tell he was desperate to calm you down by the way he was rubbing your back in soothing circles. âY/N, youâre not stupid. It's okay, we justââ
âThoonyoung!â
Soonyoung slapped his hand over his mouth to suppress his laughter. He was trying to take you seriously, but the little bursts of laughter that bubbled up in his throat were betraying him.Â
You swallowed down your sob and continued, âIth not okay! I loth my tooth!âÂ
âOkay, no more talking,â he ordered. âI know youâre very hurt right now, but youâre gonna feel even worse if I start laughing at your lisp, so donât make this harder for me.âÂ
You scowled at him, but you kept your mouth shut because Soonyoung was right; you were not in the proper headspace to be laughed at right now.Â
âOkay, Iâm gonna go outside and talk to the driver who ran into us,â he explained slowly. âI want you to calm your breathing and find your missing tooth. We can drive to the dentist right after, okay?âÂ
You sniffled and nodded, craning your neck to watch Soonyoung get out of the car to talk to the driver. Then, you sucked in a sharp breath and examined the floor to find your loose tooth. Lo and behold, it was laying next to the gas pedal. You cringed as you picked it up, frowning at how bloody it was in your palm. There were a few napkins in Soonyoungâs glove compartment, so you wrapped your tooth in one and kept it in your pocket.
You heard some yelling from the other driverâsomething about having kids in the back and how you were going way too fastâand it all just made you feel worse. You felt horrible that Soonyoung had to deal with the repercussions, and after they exchanged insurances and the guy drove off, you got out of the car to see the damage.Â
Surely enough, there was a decent-sized dent in the side of his car. It was right where the back door opened, and you burst into tears at the sight of it. Soonyoung wouldnât have to deal with all of this if he wasnât teaching you to drive. Â
Still, he wrapped his arms around your shaking body and pulled you in close. He rested his chin on top of your head and sighed.Â
âItâs okay,â he murmured. âThe insurance will cover the damage. You donât have to worry about anything.â
âWhat about my tooth?â
âOkay, maybe thereâs one thing to worry about.â
You leaned into his touch when you felt his hand carding through your hair. His motions were slow and gentle, as if he was trying hard to make sure you didnât notice the gesture. You did, though, and you appreciated it.Â
You started, âIâmââ
âDonât say youâre sorry,â he interrupted. You thought he was going to say something cheesy about how you had nothing to apologize for, but he continued, âYouâre gonna say thorry, and Iâm not gonna be able to take you seriously.â
With your face buried in his chest, you reached your hand out to punch his shoulder.Â
Still, despite his snarky comment and the emotional distress you were experiencing over your missing tooth, a big smile crossed your face and his embrace left a warm, fluttery feeling in your stomach.Â
Your heart was beating so fast that you almost thought it would stop.Â
âEw,â was Wen Junhuiâs first reaction upon seeing your swollen lip. You could only see the top half of his face over FaceTime, but you were sure he had a look of disgust on. âYou look terrible.â
âThanks,â you replied dryly, holding an ice pack to your cheek.Â
Before Soonyoung drove you to a dentist, he scolded you for leaving your tooth wrapped up in a tissue. Apparently, your tooth was going to be fucked if it dried up, so his solution was to leave it in his half-empty water bottle that was left sitting in his car. You werenât quite sure about this, but the dentist informed you that Soonyoung saved your front tooth.Â
If he was with you in the room, you probably couldâve kissed him then and thereâbloody mouth and all.
Thankfully, since you didnât fracture or break any part of the tooth, the dentists were able to replant it into your gums without any complications. They told you it was a good thing you went straight to the dentist instead of waiting. Your front tooth wouldâve been a lost cause if you waited another hour.Â
It was really all thanks to Soonyoung.Â
The procedure was quick and you were told that your avulsed tooth would be back to normal in about a week. The news filled you with relief because you were so sure you were going to be toothless for the rest of your life.Â
Not that it was a bad thing. While Soonyoung was driving you to the dentist prior to the replantation, you had come to terms with the fact that you would be missing a front tooth for the rest of your life. You would grow old and tell your children the harrowing tale of how you got your driverâs license and sacrificed your front tooth for it.Â
It couldnât be all that horrible. Maybe you would grow an affinity for whistling.
Thankfully, that was all just your overthinking and your tooth was probably fine now. In seven days, everything was supposed to go back to normal, so you had your fingers crossed for a full recovery.Â
âOf course that would happen to you.â Junhui laughed at your misery. âShit like this only happens to you.â
âYeah, I get it. Iâm the pinnacle of terrible luck.â
âSo, what happened after? Did you make out with Soonyoung or something?âÂ
âNo!â you exclaimed. Your cheeks started to burn just at the thought. âHow do you expect me to make out with someone when I look like this? Soonyoung drove me home like a gentleman. Heâs not into me like that.â
âUh-huh.â
âShut up.â You rolled your eyes. âI donât think Iâll be seeing him for a while, anyway. I donât wanna start driving again until my tooth is fine.â
âThen maybe you can go on a different kind of ride with him instead.â
âYou need to stop.â
You didnât see Soonyoung much over the next week. He told you that he had a few papers to finish before his schedule would clear up, so you were only able to text him occasionally and see him in passing, exchanging a greeting before one of you had to go.Â
You saw his friends a lot, though. They were always in the study room next to the one you and Junhui liked to use, so you would stop by their room often to see what they were up to. They were usually either messing around or using the whiteboard for everything but its intended purpose, so you enjoyed taking study breaks with them. Junhui was the type to not take breaks because he was locked in on his work once he got in the zone, so Soonyoungâs friends were a breath of fresh air.Â
Your Current Opinions on Soonyoungâs Friends:
Mingyu: Kind. Approached you whenever he saw you. Pleasant conversations. Swiped up on your Snapchat stories sometimes. Was unfortunately the only person you forgot to block from your story once when you posted a semi-thirst trap just for Soonyoungâs eyes.
Seungcheol: Friendly whenever he talked to you. A little awkward because you once saw him taking selfies at the gym instead of working out.Â
Seungkwan: Not super buddy-buddy but sweet enough. Liked making fun of Soonyoung with you. He brought you McDonaldâs once and you imagined a future with him momentarily.
Word also got around that your front tooth had been knocked out clean. Seungcheol let it slip when he accidentally referred to you as âToothlessâ the other day. You made a mental note to kill Soonyoung later.
The next time you ran into your driving instructor on campus was outside one of your lecture halls. You walked out in the middle of class to fill up your hydroflask. It was especially hot today, and you were seconds away from heat exhaustion. Soonyoungâs brows lifted in pleasant surprise once he saw you, and he missed his elevator to walk up to you.
âWhoa.â You paused for a moment, unblinking. âI keep forgetting you go here.â
âIâm the hall monitor.â
âThis is college. We donât have hall monitors.â
âSelf-elected,â was his response. âSpeaking of, I donât see your bathroom pass.â
âIâm not going to the bathroom. Iâm filling up my water. Anyway, why would Iââ
âJust this once, Iâll let you off with a warning,â he interjected, pulling out a card from the pocket of his jeans. He handed it to you, and you accepted it after a moment of hesitation. âThereâs your bathroom pass. Donât let me catch you loitering around here again.âÂ
With that, Soonyoung walked off, leaving you utterly confused.Â
You flipped the business card around to see his name and number printed neatly in the middle, and you frowned in response. There was some other fine text on the back, but you didnât take the time to read it properly as you were still baffled.Â
âI already have your number!â you called after him, but you just heard your driving instructor laugh to himself in response as he disappeared behind the elevator doors.
Later, after your classes ended, you went back to your study room with Junhui. He had been in the library since morning, deciding to skip his classes to prepare for his second round of midterms that he still had a few weeks for.Â
You told him about your encounter with Soonyoung, noting how strange it was that he casually had business cards on hand. Junhui asked to see the card, so you handed it over to him.Â
Upon closer inspection, Junhui raised his eyebrows, impressed. âHall monitor rizz.â
âHow was that rizz? He told me it was a bathroom pass and left.â
âWell, Iâd consider it rizz since heâs asking you out on a date.â
Heat rose to your cheeks. âYou think heâs asking me out on a date?âÂ
âNo, I know heâs asking you out on a date.â Junhui flipped Soonyoungâs business card around to show you the fine print: Schedule our first date with the number provided on the other side of this card. The corner of his mouth lifted. âSays it right here. Heâs just shy, Y/N.â
âShy? Him? He doesnât look like the shy type.â
âHeâs shy,â he affirmed, âaround you, at least. I mean, youâd get shy around the person you liked, wouldnât you?âÂ
âI guess, butâŚâ you trailed off, shaking your head. âNo, this is normal, right? Dates are normal. Weâre just two normal adults going on a normal date. Nothing weird about that, right? I shouldnât feel so weird about this. Do I sound weird? Am I weird?â
You didnât realize you had gotten up and started pacing until you turned to see Junhui looking at you with concern hanging in his brows. You sucked in a sharp breath and sank back into your seat, burying your face in your hands.Â
âIâm in way over my head,â you mumbled.Â
âYouâre nervous âcause you have a crush on him,â he replied. âNothing weird about that.â
âI have a crush on him,â you echoed, more so to yourself than to Junhui.Â
Although you were partly in denial, still tossing and turning the prospect of crushing on Soonyoung around in your head, Junhui took your words as confirmation. He hummed knowingly and turned back to his textbook, leaving you to ruminate for the next thirty minutes in silence before you excused yourself.Â
You were currently speed walking to your usual bus stop, hoping you would be able to stop thinking about Soonyoung and the business card tucked into your pocket. However, you couldnât stop thinking about the possibility of you developing a tiny crush on him.Â
You hadnât had a proper crush in ages. The last time you had strong feelings for someone was in high school, which promptly ended following your first dateâafter an eight month talking stage. You proposed going to the fair, which seemed fine until you threw up on the ferris wheel and received an âI donât think this is going to work outâ text later that night.Â
And why were you so flustered over this, anyway? After all, you had been anticipating the day Soonyoung would make the first move. Plus, you were an adult; overthinking your feelings like this was so high school.Â
Whatever. You had nothing to lose.
You pulled out your phone to text Soonyoung, a small smile crossing your face once you caught sight of his profile picture again. It was a picture of him with all his hair flying every which way in the wind and his mouth open to yell some profanity.Â
y/n: date. y/n: this week any dayÂ
soonyoung (driving instructor): WHOA!!!!!!
y/n: what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day
soonyoung (driving instructor): tomorrow night
y/n: okay
soonyoung (driving instructor): okay
y/n: okay.
soonyoung (driving instructor): okay. soonyoung (driving instructor): canât wait
y/n: me neither
soonyoung (driving instructor): pick you up at 8
y/n: iâll be ready
soonyoung (driving instructor): iâll be even more ready
Your heart didnât stop pounding for the rest of the day.
To be a woman was to perform.Â
You were currently performing an illegal U-turn.Â
Soonyoung held onto the âoh shitâ handle fixed to the ceiling, his face contorted in absolute fear as he repeated, âWrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong laneââ
âSorry!â you exclaimed, swerving back into your correct lane after checking your mirrors. You swallowed thickly before saying, âIâve got it under control now, I think.â
Of course, you had been nervous the entire day and a half leading up to your date with Soonyoung, but how you felt right now had completely reigned over every emotion you were feeling before.Â
Throughout the day, you had butterflies in your stomach and a little skip to your step, but now you were terrified of things you had never even worried about before. The reason you took a U-turn in the first place was because Soonyoung told you that you missed the parking lot entrance, causing you to panic in the middle of the road (which, on your part, was not very smart.)Â
In short, Soonyoung should not have let you take the wheel, and you should not have gotten this worked up over him planning to take you to the local fair.Â
What were the odds that you were back in the place where you had an awful last date? You could almost feel the bile rising up your throat.
Soonyoungâs voice was unnaturally high-pitched when he asked, âA-are you sure youâre ready to schedule that driving test?âÂ
âYes! Iâm ready,â you said, âbut, to make things clear, my driving today is not representative of my driving any other day.â
Somehow, you and Soonyoung wound up making it to the fairgroundsâ parking lot in one piece. You deflated upon hearing the sigh of relief escape Soonyoungâs lips once the car was in park, but it was well deserved. You were surprised he even let you drive in the first place.Â
The fairgrounds were packed with peopleâmostly studentsâso there were several couples going around with their fingers interlocked. You were now hyper-aware of your fingertips, wondering if youâd get the chance to brush them against Soonyoungâs and slowly slide your hand into his.Â
He ended up paying for your ticket, and you didnât have much room to argue about it because the employee was already taking his card before you even noticed. You told Soonyoung you would pay for something elseâfood, rides, raffle ticketsâbut he ended up covering everything for you. Of course, you were sure Junhui would have scolded you because turning down a guy paying for you was apparently equivalent to turning down the guy himself. So, you swallowed your pride and let Soonyoung take the lead.Â
You went on a few rides with Soonyoung, shared a churro, and you took a picture in front of the ferris wheel. You were having a great time, actually, and almost all of your nerves had all but melted away. All that was left to deem this a perfect date was to actually ride the ferris wheel, which was exactly what you were absolutely terrified of.Â
âNot good with heights?â Soonyoung asked as you two were getting into the seat, pulling down the lap bar for you two.Â
You wondered if you looked as ghastly as you felt. âNot so much.â
You werenât good with a lot of things, to be fair.
Smooth talker Soonyoung took that as his opportunity to slip his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together with a shy smile on his face. âYou can close your eyes if it gets scary, or just keep looking at me.â
Honestly, that sounded scarier than the possibility of plummeting to your death from the top of the ferris wheel. You werenât sure your heart could handle staring at Soonyoung, especially with how flustered his gaze made you feel.Â
âHey, could I ask you something?â you asked, nearly shying away when Soonyoung fixed his gaze on you. âWhen did you start liking me? I mean, I had no idea.â
âUhâŚâ The ride started moving backward as Soonyoung hummed in thought. âProbably that first time you were in my car?â
Your eyes went wide. âYou mean our very first lesson?â
âYeah, I thought you were cuteâa little weird, but cute.â He grinned. âI think it was when you fell asleep over FaceTime that one night when I started catching feelings.â
Your cheeks burned. You werenât sure if you could pinpoint a specific moment like he did; you just remembered your heart started beating faster when you saw him one day, and the rest was history. It was almost incredible how blindsided you were by his feelings, even though he had integrated himself into your daily life so naturally.
âAnd then you posted that one picture on your story once,â he continued, voice growing shy once he realized what he admitted out loud, âand that was when I knew I was really in too deep.â
You blanched with embarrassment. He must have been talking about the thirst trap because that was the only time you ever posted yourself so confidently. How were you going to explain that you blocked everyone else from your Snapchat story just for him to see that?
A nervous laugh bubbled from your lips. âAbout thatââ
Before you could get any other words out, though, you became painfully aware of your surroundings. Your seat started swinging with the strong winds, and you realized that you were at the very top. If you leaned over enough, you were pretty sure your seat would tip over and drop you and Soonyoung right out. The very thought paralyzed you to the core.Â
Just as Soonyoung was in the middle of asking if you were okay, the ferris wheel started moving faster, and you yelped and clung onto him as you two went down. You were fine with the slow pace with breaks in between, but now that you were moving at full speed in one go, it was downright terrifying.Â
Soonyoung seemed to find it hilarious, though. He laughed and wrapped an arm around you while you were the very picture of fear. You buried your face into his chest and dug your nails in so hard that you were afraid he would feel them through his sweater.Â
Finally, it came to a stop. The ride operator started letting people out one seat at a time, but you and Soonyoung had ended up at the very top again. You raised your head to sit upright again, letting out an exasperated breath, but Soonyoung drew you closer. He was still laughing, and it made you blush uncontrollably.Â
âJust so you know, Iâm good with any other ride!â you tried to defend yourself. âWell, actually, save for roller coasters and drop towers⌠oh, andââ
âY/N,â Soonyoung cut you off with a smile, his voice hardly a murmur. Before, you could barely hear him over the excited cries and shouts in the fair, but now your attention had zeroed in on him. You felt disoriented as he placed his warm hand on your cheek, tilting his head and leaning in. âCâmere.â
You were too shy to admit it, but you had fantasized about making out with Soonyoung before. Of course, you never knew what type of kisser he was, so you just settled for whatever fantasy played out in your head.
Now, though, with his lips pressed against yours, you felt something hot and needy stir up inside you as he tugged you impossibly close to his body. Your stomach fluttered when you let slip a whimper, which Soonyoung didnât let go unnoticed. He pulled back for a moment, his gaze darkening, promising to return to that later, and he returned to kissing you.Â
When you were almost near the ground, you and Soonyoung pulled away. There were definitely far too many children and parents around for you two to be kissing like that, but now you were anticipating how things would be once you two were alone.Â
âYou two have fun?â the ride operator, who appeared to be an older teenager, asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.Â
All you could do was nod and duck your head in embarrassment while Soonyoung beamed brighter than the flashing lights.Â
You spent some more time with Soonyoung on a few more (tamer) rides before you two decided to call it a day. Your feet were getting sore, so he courteously offered to drive the both of you home. However, you had an itching feeling that he just didnât want you behind the wheel again.Â
âWanna get something to eat?â he asked once you both were inside the car, and he turned his head around as he reversed. âThereâs a good froyo place down the street.â
âYeah, letâs do that,â you agreed quickly. Deep down, you were hoping this date wouldnât end just yet.
Soonyoung played Olivia Rodrigoâs new album as he drove, rolling the window down so that the wind tousled his hair. You thought he looked cute that way, and you had to keep your hand under your thigh to keep it from reaching over and running it through his locks.Â
When he parked in front of the froyo place, it appeared completely dark inside. It was also evidently clear that the only cars parked in the lot were the overflow crowd of people from the fair who couldnât get a parking spot at the fairgrounds.Â
âDid we miss it?â He frowned, pausing to look up the store hours on his iPhone. âMan. I didnât want our date to end like this.â
âI donât want it to end, either.â
Soonyoung looked over at you, studying your expression carefully before asking, âDo you wanna chill in the back for a while, then?â
You knew what that meant. And you had specifically worn your matching lingerie set just for this moment.Â
You unlatched your seatbelt, and Soonyoung followed suit right after. âYeah, Iâm down.âÂ
âWait, thereâs something I need to do first,â Soonyoung said in a soft voice, looking down at you with gentle eyes.Â
For a moment, your heart jumped to your throat. The way he was looking at you sent butterflies to your stomach, and you couldnât even imagine what he was going to do next. Something about his tone was so sincere that you were sure he was going to kiss you, especially when he started leaning down.Â
You let your eyes flutter shut, waiting for his soft lips to meet yours. Your heartbeat felt like a drum in your ears.Â
But nothing happened. No kiss. Nothing.Â
You opened your eyes to see what Soonyoung was doing. When you saw him hunched over, fiddling with something near his ankles, your face deadpannedânot a flicker of amusement.Â
Soonyoung had put his Crocs in sports mode.Â
First of all, wearing Crocs on the first date was absurd.
Second of all, putting your Crocs in sports mode on the first date was absolutely preposterous.Â
Yet, it was the perfect thing Soonyoung had done to put your nerves completely at ease. You ended up bursting into laughter at the very sight, making his head shoot up while his eyebrows were drawn together, perplexed. However, he happened to hit his head on the steering wheel as he did so, which only made you laugh even harder.Â
Your sudden surge of confidence spurred you to crawl over the gear stick and straddle his lap. Shocked, Soonyoung gripped your thighs and straightened up. Before his lip could curl up in amusement, you wrapped your arms around his neck and slotted your lips with his.Â
He broke for air for a moment, breathing out, âWell, hi.â
âHi.â Your nose gently bumped against his. âHaving second thoughts?âÂ
âNo!â he exclaimed, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. âI just didnât wanna start anything because I wasnât sure if you were ready.â He threw a glance over his shoulder before looking out the window. âPlus, this place isnât exactly private.âÂ
You looked out the window while Soonyoungâs warm hands returned to your thighs. It was true that there were empty cars around, but there werenât any people in sight. It was still early in the night, so you were sure people would stay at the fairgrounds until midnight.Â
âHey,â Soonyoung started again, âwhat was that you were gonna say on the ferris wheel? Before we, uh, made out.âÂ
âOh.â Shame bubbled in your chest when you realized what he was talking about. âNothing important.â
âTell me.â
Moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the side of Soonyoungâs face and his neck, showing off his prominent collarbones. His low voice reached your core in a way you had never experienced before. You flushed with embarrassment because you were certain Soonyoung could feel how you clenched.Â
You looked out the window, as if you could mentally escape through it. Find a way to get out of the situation you were in.Â
âFine.â He huffed lightly before placing a hand behind your neck and drawing you closer. âIâll just get it out of you, then.â
Notably flustered, you gasped when Soonyoungâs lips latched onto the side of your neck, biting and sucking the tender skin. You croaked out some lame lie about forgetting what you were trying to say, but Soonyoung persisted. He ravaged the column of your neck like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.Â
You scooted up on his lap, sitting right on top of his growing bulge, which roused a throaty groan from him. You could feel Soonyoung twitch under you, and it was all that was needed for you to start grinding your hips slowly on his lap. And then he started guiding your hips down onto him. Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers dig into the grooves of your hips to take control of your motions.Â
âTell me,â he beseeched, and you shivered when you could feel his smile against your jawline.
You let out a whine. âItâs embarrassing.âÂ
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, distracted as he looked up at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. His hands never left your hips as he watched you grind down on his lap. Soonyoungâs eyes were unfocused for a moment before clarity bled back into him. âIt was about the Snapchat story, right? That one picture you posted.âÂ
âI donât remember what that was,â you attempted to lie smoothly, but you were pretty sure your expression betrayed you once Soonyoung slid a hand under your shirt to cup your chest.Â
âYeah, you do. The one where you were wearing those thigh-high stockings.â You saw a flash of darkness in his eyes. âCanât believe everyone got to see you like that.â
���I wouldnât say everyone,â you muttered.Â
âHm?â
His thumb, after his hand managed to creep under your bra, found purchase on your nipple, rolling and circling around the supple flesh as he pleased. You only managed to let out a cry before Soonyoung was pressing you further, ordering you to answer him before he made you fall apart.Â
You were so caught up in your own pleasure, practically chest-to-chest with Soonyoung, that you hardly noticed the knock on the window until Soonyoung jolted upright and straightened his back.Â
âFuck,â he cursed under his breath, voice still thick with lust that was ebbing away. Thankfully, you both were still mostly clothed, but Soonyoung had his pants nearly down and you had your shirt riding up past your waist.
The officer stopped knocking to give Soonyoung the opportunity to roll the window down after he was decent. It was evidently an uncomfortable situation for both parties. You turned your head to the side, screwing your eyes shut and hoping you would blink out of existence if you tried hard enough. You never thought you would have a cop at your window before even getting your license.Â
âHi,â he greeted sheepishly once the window was down. âSorry, weâll get going now.â
âYeah, uhâŚâ The officer trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with a long-winded sigh. âIâll let you off with a warning this time, but keep it in the bedroom, please.â
âThanksâŚâ Soonyoung trailed off, looking for some sort of identification tag.Â
âOfficer Hong,â he answered flatly.Â
âThanks, Officer Hong.â
âDonât let me catch you two again.â
âOh, probably not me, but once she gets her license then itâs over forâow!â Soonyoung yelped when you pinched him in the side, effectively shutting him up. He immediately apologized, âSorry, Officer Hong, it wonât happen again.â
The encounter with the police officer was awkward, yes, but somehow, Soonyoung was unfazed once you two had gotten off with the warning. He coolly looked up at you and asked if he could come over to your place tonight. You agreed, of course.
The drive home was perfectly fine. Soonyoung made sure you werenât too startled by the officer and asked how you liked the fair. You thought it was all pleasant conversation that would continue once you were in your living room, but Soonyoung pinned you up against your front door as soon as you were inside.Â
His strong arms caged you in his hold, and you could only helplessly look up at him and warble out some pathetic question, asking if he wanted water or snacks. He turned the offer down, obviously.Â
Since you two had already gotten this far, you figured you might as well let Soonyoung in on your little secret. Although it was slightly humiliating to admit, you realized tonight that far more embarrassing things had happened to you.Â
âYou really wanna know, donât you?â When he nodded in response, you sighed and explained, âWhat I posted on my story⌠I blocked everyone else so that only youâd see it.â
Well, him and Mingyu, but the latter was purely accidental.Â
Hearing your words flipped a switch in Soonyoung and he completely froze up, as if he had stopped functioning altogether.
âWell, technically, you and Mingyu,â you rambled on, âbut thatâs only because I forgot to block him from my story. You know, I have, like, two hundred people on Snapchat, so I figured Iâd accidentally skip over someone, anyway. But I donât think he even paid any attention to it. I feel like heâdââ
He cut you off by sealing his lips over yours, and all the noise in your head simmered down. All the fluff filling up your brain billowed and sank back down. You remembered when you were a middle schooler, giggling and replaying the scenes in movies that were exactly like this. Now that you were actually living in it, though, you couldnât get enough of Soonyoung.Â
He broke away for a breather, lips hanging barely an inch from yours and your foreheads touching. His heavily-lidded eyes found yours, gazing at you longingly through his lashes.Â
âNo offense,â he started with a smirk, âbut I donât really care about Mingyu right now.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but you shut it as soon as you realized that you had nothing intelligent to contribute. You recognized that most of your mindless ramblings probably killed the moodâfor you, at least.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the side of your neck. As he moved down to your chest, Soonyoungâs kisses grew sloppier and open-mouthed. He tugged at your shirt, and you helped him remove it with ease, snapping your bra off in the process and letting it fall to the floor. His hungry gaze upon seeing you bare before him made you ache for more. Soonyoung let out a groan and let his tongue drag over your nipple, circling and flicking around the sensitive skin until you were moaning shamelessly.
With his head ducked so that his lips could ravage your chest, Soonyoung bent down just a little bit more to wrap his arms around your thighs. He scooped you up in his arms swiftly, making you yelp, and he walked you to your bedroom after you whispered where your room was. He was so strong that you hardly had to hold onto him, but his strength was a double-edged sword because he had you pinned down on your bed in seconds.Â
A grin crossed Soonyoungâs face as his lips returned to your chest. This time, his lips made their way down your body, to your stomach. You curled your hand in his hair, tugged hard because you wanted more, but Soonyoung was relentless with his teasing. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses that made you squirm under him and ache for more. They were slow and torturous, and you only grew more needy as he made his way down.Â
âCan I take these off?â he asked, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants.Â
âOnly if you take your clothes off, too.â
You heard him chuckle before you felt cold air starting to hit your bare skin. Soonyoung unzipped your pants and tugged them down your legs until they were bunched up at your ankles, which you struggled to kick off until he bent down to move the fabric off your heel. You shuddered when he snapped the band of your underwear, hooking his fingers at the sides and twisting the fabric. He sure was enjoying toying with you, and you werenât sure you could handle any more teasing. After what felt like forever, Soonyoung pulled the last of your undergarments down and marveled at your bare body.
âYouâre unbelievable,â he all but growled, running his hands down your sides, to your hips, and past your thighs. âI canât believe I get to have you like this.â
You sat up, looking up at him with a pout, which only seemed to drive Soonyoung to the brink of madness.Â
âYouâre still clothed,â you observed.
âYes.â
âTake it off.â You folded your arms across your chest. âI canât be the only one naked.â
âWhatever you say, princess,â he replied with a laugh. You supposed he could see your expression falter, nearly letting some pathetic sound fall from your lips, so Soonyoung cooed at you and ran his thumb over your lower lip. âOh, you like that? Like it when I call you princess?â
You did like it. You liked it too much for your own good, and it was almost humiliating.
Soonyoung towered over you as he peeled off his shirt, grabbing it from the nape of his neck and slipping it off in seconds. Your eyes ran over his beautiful expanse of skin, from every defined muscle in his abdomen to the little goosebumps that pricked his arms. You reached out to run your fingers down his abs, letting them trace each groove and dip in muscle. Soonyoung shivered at your very touch, but he allowed you to make your way down to undo his belt and pants.Â
Your fingers were fumbling, but you managed to remove the latch after several failed attempts. He guided you with his steadier hands, but you were determined to do it yourself. Finally, you pulled his belt free and pushed his pants down his legs.Â
He seemed to be slightly embarrassed, but Soonyoung was already rock hard. His cock sprang up so that the tip pushed past the waistband of his boxers.Â
âDonât worry about that,â he grumbled, sinking to his knees and placing his hands on your thighs. âIâll take care of you first.â
He grabbed your knees and pushed them apart, staring at your soaked cunt like it was everything he ever wanted. Soft kisses peppered the inside of your thighs, working up to the apex of your legs. You felt the cold air hit your core and shivered, but then it was hot all over again once Soonyoung licked one long, slow stripe that made you writhe and cry out in bliss. He had to press your hips down to keep you from moving too much.Â
But his movements were so slow and torturous. You were going insane by how much Soonyoung was teasing you with his kitten licks and lazy drags of tongue. Tears welled up in your eyes by the time you had been edged away from another impending orgasm, with him letting his dissolve as soon as the heat bloomed under your skin.Â
Kissing your cunt. Plunging his tongue into your core. Licking at your walls until they trembled and shook with the warning of release. You were agonized by how good Soonyoung was making you feel.
âPlease,â you begged, your voice breathless as your body felt lightweight, âlet me cum, please.â
âHm.â He seemed to consider it for a moment before saying, âTell me three things you like about me, and Iâll let you cum.â
You laughed, but it died on your tongue as soon as you realized there was no amusement on his face.
âYouâre kidding, right?â You swallowed hard, knowing you had your answer already. âOh, youâre not kidding.â
He was making you work for your orgasm. This was mortifying; you never expected Soonyoung to be so cruel, and you never expected it to be so hot.
âThree things, baby,â he said. âStart with number one.â
âOne,â you started, your voice shaky as Soonyoung returned to snaking his tongue past your folds, âI like how you treat me so well and look after me, likeâoh, right thereâyeah, like that.â
âTwo,â you continued, more so in a whimper because Soonyoung was skillfully using his tongue to reach places you never thought to stimulate before. âI, ahâI like the way you look at me and when you tell me Iâm beautiful.â You sucked in your teeth when you felt him press his tongue flat against your clit. âSoonyoung, please.â
âOne more,â he murmured.
âT-three,â you breathed out, and by this point, your legs were already shaking. Your brain was turning to mush and you couldnât help but clench at Soonyoung lapping at your soaked cunt. The tremor in your voice was unmistakable when you admitted, âI love how youâre so much better at this than I ever couldâve imagined.â
He breathed out a laugh against your cunt. âAm I really?â He tightened his grip on your hips to suck on your clit, making your back arch and your chest feel light. âYou think about me that often, princess?â
âMmhm,â you confirmed with your eyes screwed shut. âThought about you whenever I wasââ
âDonât finish that,â he warned, though it almost sounded like he was pleading with you, âor Iâll go crazy.â
Your nerves felt like they had tangled themselves into several knots that kept tightening in your stomach. You shuddered and moaned with each motion of Soonyoungâs tongue that brought you closer to your release. He was merciless with the way he dipped his tongue in your core, rubbing your clit with his thumb in slow circles.
Your walls tightened one last time before you were finally blinded by your white-hot orgasm, and you hardly even realized that hot tears were streaming down your cheeks. Soonyoung was eating you out unabated, not even giving you a break between each wave of pleasure that hit you. After your climax subsided and coherency gradually bled back into you, Soonyoung finally pulled back and pressed a kiss to your forehead.Â
You grabbed his arm before he could say anything. Soonyoung looked you in the eyes for a moment, alarmed, but the worry knitting his brows together melted away once you pulled him down for a proper kiss.
With your arms wrapped around his neck and his knee between your legs, Soonyoung eventually found himself lowering his body until your chests were pressed together. He kept himself up by his elbows and pulled away to look at you. He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned in for another kiss.
As you two became a tangled mess of limbs, wrapped up in each other and far too occupied to care about anything but making out, you moved your hand down Soonyoungâs abs to wrap your hand around his cock. He groaned against your lips and rocked his hips against your touch.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he murmured, his voice low and thick with lust. After reaching back to tug his boxers down, freeing his cock from the restricting fabric, Soonyoung looked down at you with desire glazing over his eyes. âMay I?â
âPlease do,â you answered.
You cried out when he started rubbing the head of his cock against your cunt, teasing your folds like he did before. You were aching already despite your previous orgasm, and you thought you were going to die on the spot from how needy you were.
âTurn onto your stomach,â he ordered. You were confused for a moment, but you ended up being manhandled by Soonyoung, anyway. He flipped you over and positioned himself at your entrance, keeping one hand on the back of your neck. âGood girl.â
The side of your face was pressed into the sheets, and your hands were desperately reaching for anything that gave you proper leverage. You ended up grabbing onto the pillows just as Soonyoung started pushing his cock inside you. You swallowed down the gasp that dared threaten to escape, and Soonyoung pressed kisses to your face and made sure you werenât crying from how big he was.
With more filth and praises whispered into your ear, you were clenching and unclenching around him, making Soonyoung groan whenever he felt you tighten. It took a while for him to ease his way into you, but once Soonyoung had finally nestled inside of you, it was as if a switch flipped in him.
He was thrusting as soon as you gave him the green light. You were blindsided by how intense he was, hardly having any control over your own body as you held onto the sheets for dear life. Soonyoung held your hips with a bruising grip as he fucked into you.
Hot.
Everything felt hot and sticky. Your sweat-matted hair clung to the back of your neck, and you felt like your sheets were uncomfortably damp. Despite it all, though, you couldnât get enough. You needed more, wanted more. Soonyoung was relentless, even when your box springs creaked and the frame rattled against the wall.Â
You felt his cock twitch inside of you. âFuck. Youâre taking me so well.â
Still overly-sensitive from your previous orgasm, it didnât take long for you to reach your limit a second time. Soonyoung pounded into you with fervor, and even he was quickly falling apart.Â
âThatâs it,â he got out, teeth gritted. âThatâs my girl.â
You pulled him down for a deep kiss, muffling both of your moans once you were clenching uncontrollably around him. You were falling from your peak and Soonyoung fucked you through your orgasm, even though he was on the verge of one himself.Â
He pulled out right before he was about to cum, and you could only hear his groans before you realized he had gotten off, too. For a moment, you thought Soonyoung abandoned you on the bed. His voice sounded distant all of a sudden, and you were too tuckered out to move.Â
Then, he returned with a towel and several tissues for you. You turned onto your back again to make out his silhouette entering the room and taking a seat next to you. Your eyes were shut as Soonyoung cleaned you up, and you only opened them once he pushed your hair back and kissed your cheek.Â
âWanna go again?â he asked with a grin. You were impressed by how quickly he was able to recover. You, on the other hand, needed a few minutes to recuperate. âThe nightâs still young.â
âYeah, sure, if you use a condom this time,â you breathed out, turning over onto your side. âJust give me five.â
You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your chest rise and fall until its rhythm steadied. Your breathing was even again, but when you opened your eyes, you saw neon green glowing in the middle of the room.Â
âSoonyoung.â You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. You were not getting dicked down by manga censorship. âWhy is your dick glowing?âÂ
âI prefer glow-in-the-dark condoms.âÂ
Typically, when two individuals had feelings for each other, it would often bloom into a relationship.
It was quite clear that you had feelings for Soonyoung and he had feelings for you, so, naturally, one would expect the two of you to start dating. However, it felt like you both were testing the waters around each other insteadâdipping your toes into the dating pool. You two were exclusive, but not exactly together.Â
You were perfectly content with taking things slow, but that didnât necessarily mean Soonyoung didnât end up over you almost every other night. The sex was great, of course. Mind-blowing, even.Â
Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Seungkwan seemed to catch on quickly. There was no mistaking what was going on after you went over to their apartment to play Catan, and then you and Soonyoung disappeared into his room afterward. The next morning, when you walked downstairs in Soonyoungâs shirt to eat breakfast with everyone, you could pick up on their unspoken realization that you were hooking up with their roommate.Â
Seungkwan even made an offhand comment about you and Soonyoung being a thingâwhatever that was supposed to mean.Â
You debriefed Junhui on the entire situation, of course. He seemed less surprised about you sleeping with Soonyoung, though, and more interested in the outcome of your driving test (which, you had to admit, you were terribly worried about).Â
The night before your dreaded behind-the-wheel exam, you received a call from Soonyoung.
You werenât sure what to expect when you picked up the call. You knew that heâd been planning on getting high with his housemates today, so you werenât exactly sure if this phone call was going to be private or not. You were half-expecting Seungcheol to answer for him instead.Â
âHey,â Soonyoung greeted, voice slightly muffled. With the way the audio sounded, you suspected that he wasnât holding onto his phone at the moment.
âAre you busy?â you asked.Â
âNo, just trying to get the pod you gave me out of its packaging.â You heard a few strained grunts from him before he exclaimed, âI got it!â
âIâm proud of you.â
âThatâs what Iâll be telling you after you ace that driving test,â he said. He paused for a moment (which you guessed was him taking a hit). âYou ready for it, by the way?â
âNot really.â You sucked in a sharp breath. âThe good news is that taking years to pass the permit test has helped me memorize all the rules of the road; the bad news is that I have severe anxiety and probably wonât be able to utilize anything Iâve learned.â
âYouâll be fine, Y/N. You drove just fine with me, didnât you?â
âBut thatâs you! How am I gonna drive properly with some scary old guy who probably hasn't ever smiled in his life?â
âJust relax. Remember to slow down on your turns and check your blind spots when youâre changing lanes.â
Your voice grew shy when you admitted, âThis is gonna sound weird, but I kind of miss our driving lessons.â
âEven when you lost your tooth?â
You grimaced. âEven then.âÂ
Soonyoung laughed along with you for a moment before he simmered. The silence on the other side of the line didnât feel uncomfortable, but you felt like each nerve end of yours was on fire.Â
âI didnât want it to end either, Y/N,â Soonyoung said after a while, his voice dropping an octave.Â
âReally?â
âI donât wanna be in a world where we arenât in a car together, whether Iâm telling you to stop driving under the speed limit or weâre crashing into that Honda Civic that knocked your front tooth out,â he started, and you scratched the back of your head. Yeah, he was definitely high. âAnd, maybe⌠maybe the missing front tooth was really the catalyst for all the memories we made along the way. Maybe, in another universe, that tooth never fell outâor existed. Maybe the concept of that occurrence manifested into this universe as aââ
âOkay, it was cute at first,â you interrupted, âbut youâre definitely in that other universe right now.â
You had never been this much of a nervous wreck.
Actually, scratch that. You were probably this much of a nervous wreck at least thrice a week. You functioned on being anxious several times a day, so this was honestly not a new feeling. The only problem was that you had never driven with anyone other than Soonyoung, so you were slightly on edge as you turned into the DMV.
âPlease return my car in one piece,â Soonyoung said, holding onto the âoh shitâ handle as you went over a speed bump, which you found highly unnecessary. He pointed to the starting point for the driving test. âIâll wait for you outside the building over there.â
âSounds good.â
âAnd remember: if youâre gonna fail the test, make sure you fail it big time. Donât fail it by going ten over the speed limit, or something boring like that.â
âThatâs terrible advice, Soonyoung.â
âIâm playing. Youâre gonna be just fine.â
âThanks, Iâm just soâoh my god!âÂ
You stepped on the breaks immediately, gripping the wheel tight as the car lurched forward. The man who was crossing in front of you doubled over onto the hood of the car before standing upright again. You rolled your window down to yell an apology, but the man paid you no attention and kept walking with a scowl on his face.Â
âI almost killed him!â you cried, slapping a hand over your mouth.Â
âWellâŚâ Soonyoung didnât seem to know how to reassure you as he was still immobilized with fear himself. He managed a shaky grin. âOn the bright side, heâs alive and youâre not facing a lawsuit.â
You swallowed hard. There was no way this exam was going to go well.Â
After handing in the necessary paperwork inside the DMV, they approved you to go outside for your driving test. Since Soonyoung was letting you use his car while he waited outside, he sat with you until your examiner came by. He did everything he could to calm you down, but, ultimately, it was up to you to pass.Â
While Soonyoung was giving his seat up for your examiner, you closed your eyes and tried to take deep breaths to mentally prepare.Â
âMaâam, can you turn on your left turn signal?â the examiner asked from your window.Â
When you turned to look at him, you felt something inside you shrivel up and die.Â
The man you almost ran over was your examiner.Â
In your daze, you managed to follow his instructions as he asked you to point out various things, such as the windshield wipers, defroster, and foot brake. All the while you were already preparing yourself for failure because there was absolutely no way this man was going to let you pass after almost becoming your victim.Â
Once the pre-drive safety check was over, he circled around the car to sit in the passengerâs seat, looking down at his clipboard for a moment. You held your tongue, hands clasped together in your lap. Were you supposed to apologize? Would he even care about your apology? It wouldnât hurt to say sorry, right?
You started in a meek voice, âOh, about what happened earlier, Iâm soââ
âIâm Jeonghan, and Iâm gonna be scoring your behind-the-wheel test today,â he cut you off with an air of indifference, looking back down at his clipboard. âWhenever you start the car is when the test begins.â
âRightâyes, okay.â You swallowed thickly and gripped the wheel, looking behind you to make sure no one was coming. Since there were a few cars driving by, you decided to wait for a moment. âA-are you having a good day?â
âI was.â
You wanted to crawl in a hole and drop dead.Â
After the road was clear, you turned out of the DMV and started driving down the road, checking your speed and mirrors every so often. You had always been comfortably driving with Soonyoung, who would just help you reroute if you missed a turn. Now, though, if you missed anything Jeonghan said, you were going to fail (and probably die).Â
âTake the right coming up here,â he instructed.
You remembered your turn signal and to look back over your shoulder. Soonyoung had taught you well, but you were afraid that his gentle instructions would only take you so far. Jeonghan was the most intimidating person you had come across (mostly because you almost killed him), and you should not have been trusted to drive someone you were terribly scared of.Â
After you made the turn, you sighed in relief at the long stretch of road ahead. You attempted to cover it up by clearing your throat and making small talk with Jeonghan.Â
âItâs pretty cold today, isnât it?â you asked. Stupid question. You had no idea how cold it was. Soonyoungâs car felt like a sauna because you cranked up the heater, or maybe the heat was from how nervous you were.Â
Jeonghan promptly ignored you. âChange lanes and take the next left.âÂ
Albeit your state of disarray, you followed what he said. You decided to give up on small talk altogether, coming to the conclusion that Jeonghan just hated you and didnât want to converse with the person who almost murdered him in cold blood.Â
You were pretty confident that the rest of your driving test went horribly. You almost went ten under the speed limit to make sure you didnât run over anyone else in the school zone, you shrieked when the railroad lights turned on and you had to wait for the train to pass by, and you looked both ways about five times when you were at a stop sign.Â
Jeonghan told you to park the car once you reached the DMV, so you pulled into an empty parking space. You were praying that he wasnât still grading you because you were most definitely occupying two parking spaces right now.Â
âOkay, so,â he started, looking at his clipboard before turning to you with a deadpan stare, âyou drive too slow.â
Oh. That was intentional because you didnât want to deal with another hit and run, but you stayed quiet and nodded.Â
âAnd,â he continued, âyou overthink too much when youâre behind the wheel. Donât hesitate before you stop or make turns, or youâre just gonna run into trouble that way. You canât be paranoid about driving, otherwise itâs gonna be hard for you to be on the road.â
You pressed your lips together in a tight line. This was it. He was going to fail you. There was no way you were going to pass when you were being criticized for your entire performance. You didnât blame Jeonghan, though; you probably wouldnât pass the person who almost ran you over, either.Â
âWell, you were cutting it really close,â he said, circling some parts of your examination sheet, âbut you passed.â
Your eyes grew wide.
You passed.
You passed.
You turned to Jeonghan and cried out, âI passed?!â
âYou know your car, you know the rules of the road, and you did all your maneuvers just fine,â he continued. âYou slowed down in the school zone to make sure you didnât hit any kids, and you were careful about your turns and stops. Just remember not to be too careful, though, or you might run into someone.â
For the first time, you heard a small snicker of amusement come from him.Â
âIâIâm so sorry about that,â you blurted out. âI thought you were gonna fail me for hitting you with the car.â
âLike I said, the test begins when you start the car.â He handed you your papers and got out of your car. Before closing the door, he turned to you with his clipboard tucked under his arm. âYou should go tell the DMV you passed and get your temporary license before I mark you down for this parking job.â
You gulped, unbuckling your seatbelt in a rush. âWill do.â
Jeonghan stalked off to grade another new driver, you supposed. When you got out of the car, your eyes immediately scanned the perimeter to search for Soonyoung, and there he was, waving you over from the sidewalk with a bright grin on his face.Â
Before you could even make your way over and break the news to him, he yelled out with his hands cupped around his mouth, âThatâs my girl!â
You blushed, stopping in your tracks and staring at him for so long that it took a car honking at you to propel you back into motion. You scrambled over to Soonyoung, eyes wide as saucers and still frazzled from the emotional turmoil you went through with Jeonghan.
He wrapped an arm around you. âYou know, no matter the result, Iâm proud of you for trying. Thereâs always next time, you know?â
âSoonyoungââ
âDid everything else go well, though? Other than you almost killing him, obviously.â
âSoonyoung, Iââ
âIt was probably just bad luck, honestly. I mean, it was a recoverable bump, not even a full-on crash! You were going so slow that anyone could walk that off.â
âSoonyoung!â you yelled, thrusting your score sheet into his hands. âI passed!â
His eyes widened. âYou passed?!â
âI passed!â you squealed. âI have to tell Junhui! I mean, he totally thought I was gonna fail my first two or six tries!â
Soonyoung crushed you into a hug, which wouldâve been more endearing if your ribs werenât being squeezed so hard. âHoly shit, Y/N, Iâm so proud of you.â
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him closer. âI couldnât have done it without you.â
âBe my girlfriend,â he spoke against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, and you immediately froze.
Kwon Soonyoung wanted to be your boyfriend. Even with everything that had happenedâfrom the STIIZY pods, to the car crash, to the glow-in-the-dark condomâyou still felt relief flooding your veins at the thought of Soonyoung liking you as much as you liked him. It almost felt like you were in a dream.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally remembered how to breathe.
You pulled back to look at him, and even though it was the middle of the day, it felt like all the stars were out to make Soonyoung shine brighter than usual.
âBe my girlfriend,â he repeated, softer this time, and his eyes were gentle as his hands reached for yours. Your lips immediately tugged down and your eyes were welling up with tears. âNo, no, no, Y/N, donât start crying at the DMV.â
You wiped at the corner of your eye. âI canât help it. I always cry at the DMV.â He smiled down at you fondly, waiting for you to gather your composure. You mustered up the strength to lift your head and nod eagerly. âI accept.â
He was your boyfriend now. The word felt strange on your tongue, but it also filled you with inexplicable happiness. And when you saw how Soonyoungâs eyes crinkled at the corners, you thought you could definitely get used to this.Â
âYouâre so cute.â He laughed, pulling you into his embrace once again. âHow about we go get something to eat after you tell them your score?â
You grinned. âYeah, Iâd like that.â
While Soonyoung was waiting in the car for you (and probably readjusting your terrible parking job before he got yelled at), you walked into the DMV and stood in the same line you were in months ago for your permit test. You remembered the anxious feeling of possibly failing your written test a seventh time, but now you felt a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders.Â
âI did it,â you gushed to the woman at the counter, handing her your score sheet. âI passed.âÂ
âCongratulations!â she chirped, examining the papers before turning to type something on her computer. She turned to grab your temporary license from the printer and handed it to you. âHere you go. Your real one should come in the mail in a few weeks.â
âThank you so much,â you replied, inspecting your new license with bright eyes.Â
You failed your permit test six times, only passing on your seventh attempt. While other children were getting their licenses at the age of sixteen, you were still trying to pass the written test in your twenties. And, yes, you had severe driving anxiety, but you crossed that hurdle yourself and finally passed your driving test on your first try.Â
So, that glass ceiling? Consider it smashed.
AUTHORâS NOTE ⸠thank you so so much for reading if you've made it this far !! :') i've been wanting to write for hoshi for so long and this was just so fun <3 also BIG shoutout to everyone who asked to be on the tag list because although i couldn't respond to everyone (mostly because i figured i would end up tagging everyone twice đ§ââď¸ ), i mega appreciate your interest ⥠hope everyone's having a wonderful day/night !!
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#svtedit#kwon soonyoung#soonyoung#svtsource#svtcreations#seventeen#*#*gifs#*ksy#*svt#âSPELLâ Dance Practice with the PERFORMANCE TEAM
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bf texts with seventeen!
unreleased bf texts + random members
character(s): scoups, joshua, hoshi, dk, mingyu, myungho, seungkwan, dino
genre: fake texts, smau, one shots, fluff, crack
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Seventeen's Red Flags đŠđŠđŠ
This is just for fun!! All light-hearted and harmless (I think)
S.Coups - WAYY too jealous, bro would glare daggers at you if you helped to open a milkbox for someone else like bro calm down its not like I blew them a kiss
Jeonghan - he's gaslight gatekeep girlboss and therefore that makes anyone he's in a relationship with mansplain manipulate malewife regardless of gender
Joshua - a J name from LA
Jun - communicates exclusively through cat memes, yes, even during arguments; yes, even during verbal ones.
Hoshi - fully convinced he's a tiger and is lowkey a furry
Wonwoo - plays genshin impact
Woozi - loves work more than you
The8 - calls you delulu when you caption ur posts with "loml âĄ" even though you've been officially dating for a significant amount of time
Mingyu - probably clumsy enough to drop the urn of a family member
DK - no red flags from dokyeommie my beloved
DK (Updated 240424) - a musical theater tenor
Seungkwan - sassier than you
Vernon - your friends are convinced you just edit him into photos because bro does NOT move
Dino - got called out for excessive frat boy levels of drinking before so that is pretty much canon
#okiedokrie#seventeen#svt#seventeen x reader#scoups#choi seungcheol#jeonghan#yoon jeonghan#joshua#joshua hong#jun#wen junhui#moon junhui#hoshi#kwon soonyoung#wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#woozi#lee jihoon#the8#xu minghao#seo myungho#mingyu#kim mingyu#dokyeom#lee seokmin#seungkwan#boo seungkwan#vernon#svt dino
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⥠pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader ⥠theme: smut [18+ mdni], humor ⥠wc: 1.8k ⥠warnings: alcohol consumption, oral (m. receiving, f. receiving implied), handjob, hoshi is obsessed w boobs, hoshi is a simp, i ramble on about star wars for a bit at the beginning ⥠a/n: might have to do a pt. 2 to this one so lmk if anyone is interested in that đ
âNo itâs not.â
âYes, it is!!â
âSoonyoung. Be so fucking for real right now.âÂ
Your roommate doesnât usually drink, and youâre starting to see why. Two Jack & Cokes and heâs fucking gone already.
âIâm telling you y/n, The Rise of Skywalker is so fucking good. You should stop being a haterrrr,â he says, inches away from your face as he leans over to you, nearly pushing you off the couch. Youâve never been this physically close to him, though youâve certainly thought about it (more than once). Your heart flutters from the proximity of his lips to yours, but you have more important matters at hand right now.
âI didnât say I hated it, itâs just not that good compared to all the other Star Wars movies!â
He picks up his drink again. You stop him before he can take a sip, handing him a glass of water instead.Â
âWell how would I know? I havenât seen the other movies.â
âWHAT?!â
He takes a big gulp of the water. âIâve only seen the new ones,â he admits with a shrug.
âOh my god,â you mumble, resting your forehead against your palm in exasperation. You grab the remainder of his beverage and drink it all in one go.Â
This argument isnât that serious of course - you just need to calm your nerves a bit, considering Soonyoung has now placed your hand on your thigh as he blabbers on.
âBesides, seeing Kylo Ren and Rey finally kiss was great. I cheered.â
âYouâre a fucking REYLO SHIPPER??â
âA what?â He blinks at you with heavy eyelids. âI donât speak that language.â
âKylo Ren and Rey made a terrible couple, itâs literally toxic. The plot between them shouldâve never been a romance.â
âBut I like romance!â he practically shouts in your face. Youâve always enjoyed bantering with Soonyoung for fun, but the alcohol in both of your systems is definitely upping the ante. Youâve seen him act ridiculous plenty of times before, but heâs on another level today.
âItâs fucking Star Wars, it doesnât need romance!!â you shout back.
âWell I think it does!â he states indignantly.
âWhat do you know?? You havenât seen the other movies!!â
âSo I canât have an opinion??â
âNO??â
âWhy are you being so mean to meeeee,â Soonyoung whines, making big sad puppy dog eyes at you. âIâve never done anything wrong in my life.â
âYouâre literally insane. Get off of me!â you shout as he leans over onto you, practically clinging onto you in his drunken stupor.
He ignores you, getting even more up in your face. âYouâre just mad because I have better taste in movies than you.â
âWill you just shut the FUCK UP???â
âMAKE ME!â
You pause, staring at him for a few moments too long. He stares back at you, confusion spreading across his face. Then-
You kiss him.
Your lips press softly against his for only a few moments. You pull back, looking at your roommate eye to eye, watching his inebriated brain trying to process what just happened. As if a lightbulb goes off above his head, it suddenly clicks. He swallows nervously.
âWhat was that for?â he hesitantly asks, barely more than a whisper.
âIâŚâ you start, but quite honestly you donât know where that came from. Sure, youâve found Soonyoung attractive since the day you met him - and sure, living with him has led to a few domestic fantasies here and there. But you are friends, nothing more - your boundaries are unspoken, but clearly established.Â
Or so you thought.
Soonyoungâs dark eyes stare into yours. Panic alarms are going off in your head. You fucked up you fucked up you fucked up oh god you fucked up big timeâŚ
âIâm so sorr-â
You donât get to finish that sentence. Soonyoungâs mouth aligns with yours, kissing you hungrily, his hands grasping onto your arms. Shock reverberates through your body as he makes out with you, his hands sliding to your back, pulling your body close against his as his tongue pokes at your lips, requesting entrance. You let him in. He squeezes you even tighter against him as he kisses you like his life depends on it.
After what felt like about a thousand years, you break apart, barely - his lips hovering mere inches in front of yours. The look he gives you is one youâve never seen him make before - he gazes at you like youâre the most delicious thing heâs ever seen, and he wants to devour you.
You try to speak, but nothing comes out. Youâre simply dumbstruck.
âYou donât know how long Iâve been wanting to do that,â he mutters as his hands drop to your hips, still holding onto you for dear life.
âYou⌠like me?â
You silently curse yourself at how dumb you sound. Asking him if he likes you, as if you were in fucking middle school.
âYeah,â he replies emphatically. âI really really really like you.â
Your head spins, the intoxication doing nothing to help you process this information.
âUm⌠since when?âÂ
Soonyoung is still drunk as hell, but he speaks clear as day.
âShort answer, since we moved in together.â
You wait for him to elaborate. He doesnât.
âAnd the long answer?â
He shifts awkwardly, doing a very poor job of trying to hide his boner.
âMiddle of July. It was hot as balls. I woke up that morning to you making pancakes. You were wearing a light blue tank top with nothing underneath, and-â he trails off. You raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to go on.
âAnd my god, your boobs looked perfect. The pancakes smelled good, but all I wanted was your tits in my mouth.âÂ
His hand delicately trails up to your breasts, where he is currently staring, taking one of them and squeezing it. He lets out a soft groan as he does.
âFuck, even better than I imagined.â
âIs that why you took so long to come out for breakfast that day?â you say as your fingertips glide over his thigh, moving toward the very obvious bulge that has formed in his pants. You grab his cock through the fabric. He practically yelps as you begin to caress it slowly.
âY-yeah,â he answers, his voice going up an octave, practically melting under your touch.Â
âSo youâre saying that you went and jerked off while you thought of my tits.â
âUm,â he tenses up nervously, realizing what heâs just admitted to.
Before he can say anything else, you take your shirt off, leaving you in just your bra. If his eyes could physically pop out of his head on a pair of springs, theyâd be doing just that right now.
You unclasp the hook, removing the undergarment and tossing it aside. He gawks at you - his cock twitches under your palm. You begin to stroke his length, but he immediately grabs your hand to stop you.
âIâll cum in my pants if you keep doing that.â Heâs still staring at your chest.
âWhere would you rather cum?â
âI- what?â He looks up at you, his eyes darting between your mouth and your eyes, then back to your boobs, then back to your mouth.Â
âOkay then,â you say as you slide off the couch.
âWhatâre you-â he asks, but freezes as you position yourself between his legs. His body tenses as you undo his belt, quickly unfastening the button and yanking the zipper down. The rock hard bulge protrudes through the fabric of his underwear, begging to escape. You pull the band down, freeing his already-leaking cock. You take the length in your hands, giving it a few slow strokes. He sinks into the couch with a loud groan.
âOh my god,â he mumbles, your touch sending him to another planet.Â
With a swirl of your tongue you lap up the precum dripping from his tip, causing him to let out the biggest whine. You wrap your lips around the head, slowly taking his length into your mouth.Â
âFuckkkkkkk, y/nâŚâÂ
He lets out a gasp as you swallow him to his base. He places one hand softly upon your head as you begin to move your mouth up and down his cock. Within seconds he is a moaning, blubbering mess.
âFeels so good baby, oh god donât stop. Youâre so fucking hot oh my god⌠fuckkkkâŚâ
You increase your pace. Between moans he continues praising you, whining and whimpering, begging you for more. The man simply cannot shut up about how good youâre sucking him off.
And itâs making you so incredibly wet right now.
You want to touch yourself so badly, but your priority is pleasuring Soonyoung. And judging by the way he is wriggling under you, bucking his hips and fucking his cock into your throat, unintelligibly babbling as he moans your name - youâre doing a pretty damn good job.
âOh fuck,â he cries out. âFuck, y/n, gonna cumâŚâ
The words are barely out of his mouth before hot white ropes are hitting the back of your throat. He grips onto your hair as he cums, cock pulsating in your mouth as he rides out his high. As he comes down, he collapses into the sofa - you slowly pull your mouth off of him, making a show of swallowing all of his cum.
âJesus fucking Christ, y/nâŚâ
You climb back up onto the couch. He immediately leans in and starts kissing you.
âThank you,â he murmurs between kisses.
âAre you seriously thanking me for sucking your dick?â
He shrugs as he wraps his arms around your waist. âYou just gave me the best head of my life, least I can do is say thanks.â
âActually,â he corrects himself right away, âI take that back. If youâll let me, can I⌠may I please eat you out?â
You burst out laughing. He looks at you, puzzled.
âSorry, if you donât want-â
âNo no no,â you tell him, still laughing. âItâs not that, Iâve just never had anybody ask me so politely like that before.â
His face lights up, hopeful. âSo can I?â he pleads enthusiastically. âPleaseeeeeeee? Please please please?â
You lean your head into his shoulder, giggling like an idiot.
âSoonyoung, you are truly one of a kind.â
He gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up until you are eye to eye. His nose presses into yours.
âIs that a yes?â
You smile as you kiss him.
âYes, itâs a yes.â
He practically leaps off the couch, startling you. He grabs your hand, pulling you up and directing you toward his bedroom.
âWait,â he says as he pauses. He looks at you very seriously.
âMy room or yours?â
âDonât care,â you respond eagerly.
He grins. âYours, then.â
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You. Always. | k.sy (m)
â Pairing: Soonyoung x f. ReaderÂ
â Summary: Soonyoung isnât a jealous guy - heâs not. But sometimes it gets to him, the way other people look at you and fall a little in love with you. Donât they know you have him?Â
â Word Count:Â 5055
â Genre: Established Relationship, pwp
â Type: Smut, a little fluff
â Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
â Warnings: Almost jealous Soonyoung, a little hint of insecurity but nothing crazy, recreational drinking, Mingyu and Wonwoo lowkey being a little annoying and drunk, explicit language, explicit sexual content including unprotected vaginal sex, nipple play, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, pet names like baby and good boy, reader on top, spit and other bodily fluids, not explicit dom/sub dynamics but Soonyoung is very soft in this and reader is guiding him in parts, biting, both reader and Soonyoung are a little dazed and kinda spacy but itâs not explicitly subspace or described in the same way.Â
â A/N: This is straight up from a dream I had, no joke. Woke up and was like I just had the weirdest dream about Soonyoung but it was in the Bahamas and a cruise ship was involved at some point but this is almost scene for scene from my dream. I feel blessed.Â
â A/N 2: This was written entirely for @daechwitatamic and also thank you Jo for beta reading because I donât know how to edit anything ever Iâm baby
â Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.
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âTry this one,â Mingyu insists, laughing. He shoves a drink in your hand, all smiles and glittering eyes. You take the cup from him, the music of the club pulsing around you. A soft buzz ripples through you, a little drunk from the long day out in the sun followed by drinks at sunset, dinner and the afterparty. âItâs soooo good.âÂ
You trust Mingyuâs judgment - about drinks, anyway. Wonwoo cheers for you, clapping to the beat of the music as you bring the cup to your lips and knock it back. The soda mixed in the drink bubbles in the back of your throat but the taste of something strong burns and you cough, pulling the cup from your mouth with a grimace and squinted eyes.
Both of them begin laughing hysterically, throwing back their hands and clapping their hands. You laugh too, setting the cup down as you try and clear your throat from the liquid fire, tongue stuck out as you reach for a sweating glass of water.Â
Wonwoo orders more drinks as you suck down water, freeing your mouth of the bitter taste of whatever it is they gave you. You turn on the stool, looking around the beachside club for Soonyoung. You catch him on the far side leaning against a wall, waiting for the bathroom. Sensing your gaze, he cranes his neck to look toward you, eyes pinning you to the spot immediately.Â
Even from across the room, his gaze makes your stomach flip. You grin shyly, waving your hand a little. His lips twitch but his gaze shifts toward Mingyu and Wonwoo. His mouth tilts down a little before the bathroom door opens and he turns away entirely, vanishing down the hall.Â
A server appears with a round of clear shots, setting them down on the table. Mingyu leans forward, picking one up with the intention of handing it to you, but you wave him off. âIâll wait for Soonyoung.âÂ
Mingyu cranes his head. âYeah, where the fuck did he go? I kind of forgot he was here.â
It isnât Mingyuâs fault - he hasnât known you for very long. Soonyoung has a habit of making friends anywhere the two of you go on vacation, though, and through the last week, youâve managed to make Wonwoo and Mingyu regular friends while enjoying the summer off the coast of Greece. It had started with a volleyball game and now it has escalated to lunches, dinners and nightly escapades.Â
Ever the talker - much like your boyfriend - Mingyu turns to the table next to yours and strikes up a conversation with the group of people there. Within a few minutes, heâs pulling their table to yours and shouting their names at you. You shake unfamiliar hands and grin, just happy to feel the balmy air on your skin and feel the heat of summer.Â
Another round of drinks appears in clear, plastic cups, obeying the no glass on the beach rule. The beach club is lowkey and tucked away into the side of the mountain at the very end of the beach, requiring a trek through the sand to get there.
The area is open to the elements with wooden pavilions housing a few tables and benches. In the middle of the club is a long, illuminated shallow pool with tables for guests who are willing to take off their shoes and wade through the cool water to get there.Â
You look down at the red drink in your hand, raising a brow as you watch everyone else throw the drink back, chugging as quickly as they can. When they put their cups down and realize you havenât had yours, they immediately start yelling at you, Mingyu grabbing your forearm to shake you back and forth as he pouts and yells at you to chug.
âIâm gonna get too drunk,â you whine, holding onto the cup and trying not to spill the liquid as Mingyu complains. He pouts and gives you puppy eyes, clasping his hands together as he begs. Wonwoo and your new friends immediately join him, all of them peering up at you.Â
âPlease,â Wonwoo pleads from across the table, clasped hands tucked under his chin. âPlease please please please.â
Before you can tip the cup back, itâs being pulled upward and out of your grip. You look up in surprise, mouth falling open as Soonyoung frees it from your grasp and tilts the cup to his lips. You watch as he drains it, head tilted back to expose the tan softness of his throat. Some of the red spills over the side, running down his chin and throat.Â
You watch the beads of liquid, suddenly unable to focus on anything else but the way he looks in that moment. When you blink, Soonyoungâs head is no longer tilted as he leans forward to place the empty cup on the table. He doesnât bother to wipe the red on his neck and you instinctively grab napkins as he throws himself in the booth across from you.Â
He notices you holding them out and he takes them wordlessly, his energy shifted suddenly as he wipes the sticky red from his skin. If your new friends notice, they donât say anything, cheering for him and then ordering more drinks as they shout over the music.Â
When he left to use the restroom, your boyfriend had been in high spirits and a rowdy mood. Now, heâs subdued, eyes flickering between Wonwoo and Mingyu, a little darker than before. You frown, finishing the rest of your water as you drink in Soonyoungâs posture: slouched, mouth pouted, eyes narrowed.
Mingyu asks if you want another drink and you watch as Soonyoungâs mouth turns down. Ah. You decline and immediately Mingyu makes Soonyoung the same offer, but he shakes his head, suddenly interested in his phone. You think Mingyu notices this time that one of your party is clearly no longer in the drinking mood and disengages, turning easily to the others.
You nudge Soonyoungâs foot under the table. He looks up at you, a little dejected and shrugs his shoulders as if to say what? You nod your head toward the exit, raising your brows. He follows your meaning and pauses for a moment, as though heâs torn between ending the night far earlier than usual or trying to endure his mood.Â
Eventually, he nods, turning off his phone and shoving it in his pocket. You stand and announce that youâre feeling a little tired, but thank your friends for the drinks. They all immediately complain, begging you to stay for at least one more round.
âItâs always one more round with you all,â you shoot back. âWe can catch up another day. Iâm tired and honestly I really just want to lay in bed with my boyfriend.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â Mingyu huffs, waving you off. âDo whatever it is couples do on vacation.â
Without a word, you hold your hand out to Soonyoung to leave. He stares at it for a moment before his mouth twitches upward and he takes it, lacing his fingers with yours. You give him a gentle squeeze as you lead toward the exit of the club, waving to the manager who is used to your groupâs presence by now.Â
Outside, the world is only lit by the moon. It sits high up in the sky, turning the world a dark blue as you and Soonyoung walk the beach. The quiet tension follows him outside of the club and down a few meters. You wait for him to say something, peeking at him from the corner of your eye.
In the years youâve been dating, youâve learned to read him pretty well. You know something about your interaction with Mingyu and Wonwoo bothers him, but youâre unsure of the specifics. Soonyoung isnât a jealous boyfriend, but every once in a while there is something that bothers him. An old wound that peels open at the edge and stings him.Â
You tug on his hand. Heâs surprised, stumbling a little as you yank him off balance and into you. His cologne is laced with his own natural scent, making your head spin as your chests press together and you bring a hand up to his face, stroking a strand of dark hair out of his eyes.Â
Soonyoung is beautiful. Youâve always thought so. Eyes that can go from intense to gentle, a round face that is somehow also sharp, a cute mouth prone to laughing. Youâve traced the lines of his face over and over again and still, every time youâre this close to him, you feel your heart skip a beat.Â
âYouâre not jealous, right?âÂ
He shakes his head imperceptibly. He looks down at you, bottom lip jutting out a bit. You fight a smile, trying to focus on making sure heâs okay instead of the way his face has melted from contemplative to pouting.Â
âYou can tell me if I did something that made you uncomfortable, you know that right?âÂ
He nods in tiny. His hands hang at his sides, like heâs hesitant to touch you. To do anything. You take his face in both of your hands, cocking your head to the side as you study him. âWhatâs the matter, baby? Whatâs bothering you?â
âIâm not jealous,â he starts and stops. You wait for him to continue. Youâve always been better at putting your thoughts to words than he has, and you know he just needs the time to organize them. âAnd you never do things that make me jealous. I justâŚâÂ
Ocean water surges behind you, the gentle push and pull of the swells the only sound as Soonyoung strings his thoughts together. You continue to cradle his face in your hands, thumb stroking back and forth on his cheek. You feel him lean into your touch, going a little weak under your attention.Â
âI just know how easy it is to love you,â he finally says. He chews his bottom lip a little and you catch it with your thumb, keeping him from breaking the skin. âYou are beautiful and charming, and I can always tell when other people realize it too. It isnât that⌠I think youâd like them back or anything. I just feel possessive and then silly for feeling that way.âÂ
âIt isnât silly.â
âIt isnât?âÂ
You shake your head and his voice gets small and soft. âI donât want it to seem insecure or annoying, and I donât know why I suddenly felt that way. I usually don't.â
âItâs not silly,â you assure him again. âItâs okay to feel that way sometimes. Youâre a human being and youâre allowed to feel things, even if you donât necessarily know why or how you feel them.âÂ
âIâm sorry I made us leave early.â
âYou didnât make us do anything, and there is nothing to apologize for. I like going home and just spending time with you. I came here with you. We can make vacation friends all we want, but I have the most fun when youâre involved.â
His mouth twitches in a smile and he nods a little, affirmed by your words. âCan we go home?âÂ
âMhmm.â
You lean up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his mouth. Immediately he wants more, chasing your lips but you skip away from him, tugging him along by his hand. He frowns, a little put out. You try not to giggle, feeling your stomach flip a little.Â
Soonyoung is so rare like this. He loves being soft, but this is something even gentler. Something delicate and wonderful and endearing. You canât help but keep him trailing after you, feeling the way his eyes linger on you. Hungry. Wanting. Needing.Â
You keep him waiting.Â
Catching a taxi up the mountain to the house youâre staying at is easy. The driver rolls the window down, letting the salty air drift in as he goes up and up. You lean against Soonyoungâs shoulder, putting your entwined hands in your lap. He melts into you, head atop yours and eyes fluttering shut as the breeze lifts his hair.Â
You love him like this. He looks so young, so capable of love. Itâs your favorite thing about him, his ability to love freely, deeply and often. There is so much affection and kindness in him, a well so deep that you have yet to hit the bottom.Â
Soonyoung is a little drowsy when the taxi pulls up to the village square. He rouses with a mumbled thank you and clambours out the car behind you, eager to follow your lead up the winding steps that lead through the village houses.
Itâs mostly quiet, with the echoes of voices drifting up from open windows and patios, the din of voices from restaurants in the main square hanging on the wind. You manage not to get lost this time as you navigate the winding pathways to the correct house, the blue fence blending in with the dozen other blue fences.Â
The cicadas are quiet as you walk down the steps to the front of the home. You tap Soonyoungâs pockets and he blushes, forgetting he has the keys. Heâs quick to produce them and pass them over, watching you expectantly as you unlock it and step into the darkness.Â
Cool air drifts in from the open windows. Thereâs no air conditioning in the rented house, but the ocean wind that comes in at night through open shutters is enough to cool you off.Â
Soonyoung is quiet. He follows your lead up the stairs to the second floor where the bedroom is, lingering in the doorway when you drop his hand and turn to face him as you walk backward into the room. Heâs hypnotized as you unbutton the top of your shirt slowly, staring at him.Â
The way he looks at you ignites a fire inside of you. No one else could look at you like this, equal parts reverence and hunger. No one else could make your hands shake as you stare at him staring at you, his lips parted a little, tongue darting out to wet them as he swallows.Â
Your blouse falls open and you shuck it off, letting it hit the floor. Moonlight paints your side profile. Soonyoung doesnât dare move from the door until you hold out a hand, palm upward. âCome here,â you whisper. He obeys immediately, nearly tripping over his feet to get to you.Â
His hands go around your waist, warm against your skin. You wind your arms around his neck, pulling him in close, fingers threading in his hair and pulling a little. He lets out a soft sound as you tilt his face toward yours, forcing him to meet your eyes. His pupils are blown and you can feel his heart thundering against yours.Â
âYou know I love you more than anything else, right?â For a second, he just stares at you, eyes fixated on your mouth. You pull his hair a little more and he sucks in a sharp breath before nodding a little. He seems too dazed to do more than the barest acknowledgement. âDo you want me to show you?âÂ
You lean up to brush your nose against his. Soonyoungâs eyes fall shut and you feel a shiver go through him. His breath is unsteady when you brush your mouth against his in an almost kiss. âDo you want me to show you how much I love you, Soonyoung?âÂ
He nods again, unable to find words. Your nails scratch at his scalp gently and he lets out a breathy moan, melting in your hands. âOkay,â you whisper, pressty a soft kiss to his mouth. He tries to chase your lips again but you step back and tug at him. âCome lay down.âÂ
Soonyoung obeys. Heâs always been a good boy, but having him like this isnât common. You like to think that youâre both equal parts in charge in the bedroom, flowing with whatever the other needs. Having him like this, sitting down on the bed and looking up at you like you cradle his world in your hands though⌠it lights you up.Â
âLay back for me,â you instruct gently. He does immediately, bouncing a little on the mattress. You climb onto the mattress, knees on either side of his waist as you crawl up toward him, settling your weight on his hips. Immediately his hands reach toward your hips and stop, hovering as he gets stuck between doing what he wants and waiting for you to tell him. âGo ahead,â you whisper, leaning toward him. âTake whatever you want. You can have whatever.âÂ
Warm hands grip your waist. Your fingers expertly undo the buttons of his shirt and you make sure to brush them against his stomach as you move upward. You feel the muscles jump and he lets out another breathy sound. His hands just remain on your sides, not ready to explore more as he fixates on the way you pull his shirt off of his shoulders.
Heâs a little clumsy when he leans up to help you shuck it off. You donât care, surging forward to capture his mouth in a full kiss as he does. He forgets all about taking the shirt off, sleeves halfway down his arms as he leans forward to lick into your mouth, hungry and desperate for whatever youâll give him.
You donât hold back, letting him consume you. His mouth is warm and wet, tasting faintly of cherry from one of the drinks he had earlier. You love it, humming delightly as your hands brush from his shoulders to where his shirt is stuck near the elbows. You tug but the material is restricted, making you break away from the kiss with a laugh.Â
âSorry,â he mumbles, letting your hips go to take the shirt all the way off.Â
Immediately your hands seek the heat of his skin, brushing from his shoulders to his chest and down his stomach and back up, fingers loving every groove and plane. He shivers under your touch, eyes fluttering shut. âYouâre so pretty,â you whisper, pushing him back gently so that heâs laying down again. He lets you trace him, though you can feel his hips twitch under you, turned on by your exploration. âSo pretty, Soonyoung. Do you know that?âÂ
Again, he gives the tiniest nod. You smile and lean forward, holding yourself up by planting a hand on either side of his head. You catch his mouth again and he lifts his head up, eager to taste you. A hum of appreciation escapes you as you kiss him slowly, pressing your hips down into his.Â
Soonyoung moans and itâs so delicate that it makes you dizzy. You feel fucked out from this version of him already, the room spinning as you rut gently into him. You grab his hands that rest on your ass and pull them up your sides to your bra, a command.Â
He understands immediately, pulling at the clasps to undo the back. You break the kiss again, mouth feeling bruised, to lean up and toss the garment. His hands find your chest immediately and you feel goosebumps burst on your skin at his touch, large hand squeezing.Â
You let him rub his thumb over your pert nipples, spiking the pleasure in your stomach. You let out a light sound and shiver in his hands, ducking back down to press your mouth to his lips, the corner of his mouth, his chin - anywhere you can kiss.Â
His skin is salty and sweet, your tongue darting out to soothe his flesh after a sharp bite. Heâs putty beneath you, completely at your mercy as your mouth maps out the way you love him. Every kiss, bite and lick is another declaration: I love you. I love you. I love you.Â
Light moans drip from his lips as you pepper him with kisses. Dragging your teeth across his chest lightly, you watch as he shivers and squeezes his eyes shut. Grinning, you move your mouth over his nipple, tongue flicking out lightly. A sharp hiss escapes through his gritted teeth, his head digging backward into the bed as he arches under you.Â
âFuck,â he gasps.Â
A hum escapes you as you close your mouth over his nipple, sucking gently. Heâs so sensitive, whining and squeezing your sides. You trail your mouth across his chest, leaving a wet trail as you do before dragging your teeth across his other nipple.Â
âPretty,â you mumble again, moving your mouth lower. You teeth at his skin as you go, feeling him twitch beneath you. His hands drop to the sheet, twisting them in a vice grip as he lets you scoot down his lap until youâre off the bed and on the carpet, undoing his pants as you go.Â
Getting him out of his pants is hard - Soonyoung is loose-limbed and clumsy, hands shaking as he helps you pull the fabric down followed by his briefs. You let out an appreciative moan when you take his cock in your hand, heavy, warm and leaking at the tip.Â
He can barely keep it together when you stroke him, hand firm, thumb brushing over the sticky tip. You watch every reaction, eyes focused on the flush in his cheeks, the way he chews on his bottom lip to try and keep from whimpering, the way his fingers twist in the blankets.Â
âSo perfect,â you whisper, leaning up to kiss his inner thighs as you continue to work him with your hand. His hips twitch upward and you let him, continuing to run your tongue along his thigh. âYouâre the perfect boyfriend.âÂ
âHnnn,â is the mumbled answer.Â
Leaning up high on your knees, you tilt his cock toward your mouth, licking leisurely around the tip. He keens and you smirk, feeling your cunt clench as you take him in your mouth properly, spurred on by the way he falls apart instantly.Â
This is another thing you love. It doesnât matter the dynamic, Soonyoung always crumbles at your touch - craves it, needs it, wants it more than anything. Itâs hard not to feel like a god as you hear him pant your name, watch the way the breath catches in his throat as you take him deep into your throat, the flat of your tongue scraping the underside of his cock as you go.Â
Youâre not clean with it. You let spit drip out the corner of your mouth, let yourself gag a little. Work what you canât fit past your lips with the rest of your hand, getting carried away. His hand shoots to your head - he doesnât push or pull, just leaves it there, like it can ground him.
Pulling off with a loud pop, you give his shaft a squeeze, kissing the inside of his thigh again. A mix of cum and spit shine in the moonlight when you pull your mouth away.Â
âI love seeing you like this,â you rasp. âLove watching you fall apart.â
âPlease,â he gasps, managing to lift his head up and look down at you. His hair is damp with sweat and his eyes are fucked out, gaze unfocused. âDonât wanna come in your mouth.â
âIâve got you.â You give a single, long lick up his shaft for good measure, feeling him tremble before you stand up to take your pants off. He makes a pitiful sound, hand shooting toward you, hating being away from you. âOne second, baby. Sorry.âÂ
âSâokay.âÂ
Naked, you crawl up the bed again. His hands shoot to your thighs, kneading the flesh and rubbing his palms up and down, warming you up. You feel the wetness drip down your thighs, worked up from working him up. From the way he moans when you press your pussy to his cock, you know he can feel it.Â
âAll good?â you ask gently, pressing your forehead against his. His eyes are closed and heâs breathing hard, a sheen of sweat on his brow. You hold yourself over him with one hand and bring the other up to brush the hair off his forehead. âToo much?â
He shakes his head. âNo, just. Sensitive.â
âMhmm. Youâll tell me if itâs too much?âHe nods in tiny, opening his eyes to look up at you like youâre the sun, the moon, and all of his stars. âGood boy,â you breathe and he moans, hips canting upward to rub his cock against your folds. âI love you.â
He nods again, eager and desperate. âLove you.â
Sitting up on your knees, you reach a hand under you, gripping him firmly. Soonyoung opens his eyes, making sure to watch your every move with swollen, parted lips and half-lidded eyes. You feel drunk from the way he looks at you, as hypnotized by him as he is of you.
You press the tip of his cock against your entrance, both of you groaning. Carefully, you sink down on him, your breath getting stuck in your throat. The stretch punches the breath from your lungs but itâs good, the ache replaced with something stronger, better. He fills up every part of you - you feel him deep in your stomach as you fully seat yourself on him, ass pressed to his pelvis as you fight for air.Â
âFuck, Soonyoung,â you mutter, falling forward to plant a hand on his chest. You lean your weight forward, pushing him into the mattress and holding yourself up. You can feel his thundering heart under your palm, beat matching your own pounding pulse. âFeel so good.â
âWanna be. Wanna be for you.â
âYou are. You always are. I could never want anything else, you know that right?â A tiny, barely there nod. âYou make me feel so good. Always do.âÂ
âPlease.â
You know what heâs asking. You give it to him, slowly lifting yourself until youâve almost pulled off him entirely. You drop back down hard, knocking the breath from your lungs as you spear yourself on him. It is intoxicatingly good, pleasure rippling outward like a stone dropped in a lake. You chase the feel, repeating the motion until youâre nearly mindless and out of breath.Â
âShit,â you swear, laughing a little as your head drops down. You canât focus on anything but rolling your hips, fucking yourself onto him as his hands grab your ass, not controlling you but gripping fiercely. âGod damn fuck.â
Soonyoung laughs, deep and gravely as the cockiness youâre used to bleeds back in for a moment. âYeah?â
You clench your cunt as you sink down on him, making him let out a high-pitched noise at the move and you grin. âYeah,â you shoot back. âThought so.âÂ
A knot twists in your stomach as you set a smooth pace, thighs burning. Pleasure ribbons through you, twisting and turning, his hands dimpling your flesh. He lets you keep your pace at first, taking everything you give him, his feet planted flat on the mattress as he tries to contain himself, curses escaping between clenched teeth.
Your legs tremble. Your nails dig into the hard muscle of his chest. He senses your movements get a little strained, the pleasure making it harder to focus on lifting yourself. You feel his grip on your ass change, Soonyoung putting power behind it to help lift you up and pull you back down. He thrusts up to meet you, the wet squelch of his harder thrusts intoxicating.Â
âFuck yeah,â you gasp, giving up the pretense of riding him and letting him take over. âFuck me just like that.âÂ
Itâs all he needs before his grip turns iron and heâs fucking up into you with abandon. Your hand slips on his chest as the power of his thrusts knock you off balance. You let yourself crash together, chest against chest. Soonyoung wraps his arms around your back, holding you to him.Â
Your mouth finds his neck, burying your face in there as you try to steady your breathing. It feels like your heart might explode, his name falling from your lips as you press them against his neck. He mumbles something unintelligible, pace picking up.Â
âShit,â you pant. âShit shit shit shit - Soonyoung - shit.âÂ
He huffs, something like laughter before his pace is brutal. He fucks you fast and deep, your mind blanking as you crest upward. All you can do is hold on to him, mouth panting against his throat, your muscles squeeze squeeze squeezing until youâre coming hard.Â
Everything goes blank. Your ears ring and youâre vaguely aware of his wild thrusts as he chases his orgasm. You melt in his grip, letting him use you, completely boneless.Â
Soonyoung growls your name as he comes, pace slowing as he fucks you deep until he stills. You feel the stickiness between you and the way heâs still shaking. You rise and fall with his heavy breathing, both of your heartbeats erratic and thoughts staticky.Â
You lay there like that for a while, a pile of exhausted limbs and few thoughts. His arms loosen their grip around you and he starts rubbing his hands up and down your back. It draws you back into the moment more and you open your eyes to look up at him.Â
Soonyoungâs eyes are closed and his breathing is deep. You can tell he isnât asleep, but rather enjoying the moment, his face tilted toward the window where the moon floats over the mountains. He looks so pretty like this, face soft and serene.Â
âYouâre staring at me,â he murmurs, his voice low and spent. âYou could at least tell me Iâm pretty.â
âI just did. Several times.â
His mouth tilts upward but he doesnât open his eyes. âI like hearing it.â
âFine. Youâre the prettiest boy.âÂ
âHmm. Yeah?â
âYes. And I love you.â
âSay it again.â Soonyoung opens his eyes and they meet yours. Theyâre clearer now, and crinkled at the sides when he gives you a smile that feels far too innocent for the fluids running down your thighs and the way your cunt still clenches around him. âI like when you say it.â
âI love you.âÂ
He smirks. âJust me?â
You lean up and nip his neck. He giggles, leaning away from you. âYou. Always.âÂ
He sighs. âMe,â he agrees. âAlways.âÂ
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. . . fighting with you is never easy for hoshi. especially not when an ocean is separating you
was fighting over the last piece of cake stupid and immature? yes. did it feel like hoshiâs whole world was about to collapse when he noticed you ate it? double yes. while your boyfriend wasnât known for his great patience and non-existent anger issues, he never took his anger out on you, no matter how frustrated and annoyed he was.
well - until last week.Â
hoshi came home tired and very, very hungry, nothing out of the ordinary, though you could clearly see he was a lot more agitated than usual, so you did what you always did when he came back exhausted like that - gave him space. you were just about to start your nighttime routine when you heard your name being yelled from the kitchen, and not in a happy âbaby, my love, my darling, please come hereeeeâ kind of way.Â
you didnât even get a chance to take a breath as you entered the kitchen, coming face to face with soonyoung and his angry pout. âwhere the fuck is my cake?â he asked, and now, a week later, his words were still echoing through his head.Â
it was never his intention to lash out at you like that. obviously. he was tired, and hungry, his muscles were aching, he felt like a bad boyfriend for spending so little time with you, and he forgot to buy a gift for his mom's birthday - not that it mattered, nothing could excuse him for being so mean to you. to make matters worse, instead of acting like a man and begging on his knees for your forgiveness, he chickened out and just left.Â
âman, why donât you just donât call her and apologise?â woozi sighed, throwing his head back because it had to be the tenth time he had to listen to hoshiâs story of how he decided to act like the biggest dick over an overpriced piece of a strawberry cake.Â
âi did but sheâs not answering.âÂ
âno shit, i wouldnât have answered either.âÂ
and that exactly was the biggest problem - it was hard enough to go through a fight while he was home, but now that he was overseas, a thousand kilometres away from you it was impossible. yes, he could send you flowers and shit, but it would only piss you off even more. there was no way for him to show you how truly fucking sorry he was.Â
âi know youâre angry with me right now, but please,â hoshi took in a shaky inhale. he couldnât remember the last time he felt so⌠sad. âplease, just call me back,â that had to be the tenth voicemail he left you ever since he left home.Â
you, on the other hand, werenât doing much better. you felt like slapping the shit out of him that night in your apartment, and although you were able to control your sudden surge of violence, you didnât hold back on cursing him out after he left. you even thought about burning his side of the closet but if you did that youâd lose all of your favourite hoodies and flannels, so you gave up on that too.Â
after your short rage situation, you sat down at kitchen island, and stared at the empty plate where soonyoungâs cake was supposed to be. how were you supposed to know heâd act like that over a cake? obviously you wouldnât have eaten it then. you figured your boyfriend mustâve had a really bad day at the rehearsals. the past couple of days were really harsh on him, and if you could youâd wrap him in bubble wrap, a couple of blankets, and cuddle the shit out of him for being so strong through all of this.Â
all of those excuses for him and still - you couldnât bring yourself to answer his calls and texts, no matter how much listening to his voicemails broke your heart.Â
âso, um, i know weâre not talking but iâm just calling to tell you good morning. remember to eat, and um, have a great day, baby.âÂ
the boys were slowly losing their patience too (seungcheol asked mingaho if he could share some of his calming tea) because a grumpy hoshi was never a fun hoshi, plus - they hated seeing their best friend constantly beating himself over your fight. there was something lacking without their performance team leaderâs spark.Â
âshould we just call her?â mingyu looked over at soonyoung, who was sitting by himself in the corner of the room. âhe looks pathetic, moping around like that,â he snorted.Â
seungcheol groaned, banging his head on jeonghan's shoulder. as they started to get older he started to feel less like a leader but more like a therapist (he really thought about resigning the day seungkwan came whining about a love triangle he got himself into). âthey are adults, they should figure it out between themselves.âÂ
âoh come on, do we have to remind you what we had to do for you when you forgot about your girlfriend's birthday so she would forgive you?â mingyu snickered, and pulled out his phone.Â
you didnât know what to expect when you saw mingyuâs picture flash over your phone screen. it definitely had something to do with your boyfriend, that much you gathered, but you werenât sure you wanted to hear what he had to say. your boyfriendâs words really hurt you, and no matter how much you wanted to forgive him, you werenât sure you could do it yet.Â
eventually, you clicked on the green button with a shaky finger. âyes?â you took a deep inhale and prepared yourself for whatever you were about to hear.Â
âokay, so you know exactly why iâm calling. your boyfriend looks like a kicked puppy, he stopped saying horanghae, heâs dressed all in black and he looks like he drank an entire bottle of soju. i mean, don't worry, he didn't do it because he would be reeling now, but you get what i mean. whatever happened between the two of you, give us back our hoshi."
"well, that was very tactful," you heard coups' voice in the background.
âcan you shut up for one second?âÂ
âno, in fact i canât.âÂ
âokay, boys, i donât want to interrupt whatever is going on, but i really need to know if heâs doing as bad as you're saying.âÂ
âbadâ didnât even come close to what hoshi was feeling. at this point he was so angry and frustrated at himself for acting like he acted, that seriously had to be one of his lowest points of his life achievements. now you were going to dump him, and heâd have to drown himself in soju, and grow a beard, and write a sad love song that heâd hear at the radio for the rest of his life, and-
there was no way you were calling him right now. and yet, âh-hello? babe?âÂ
âno, the fucking pope,â heâd have to add a cabin in the woods to his list of what heâd do after youâd break up with him. âkwoon soonyoung, you have to be one of the most insufferable, impatient and immature people i know. all this because of a piece of cake? do you hear how childish that sounds?"
loud and clear, honey.Â
âthatâs why i didnât apologise in the first place. i immediately realised how fucking stupid i acted, and felt so ashamed of saying all of those awful things to you, and so i just left.âÂ
you sighed defeated. you kind of anticipated him saying that - your boyfriend had a habit of doing things before thinking them over, and as much as you understood him being exhausted and overworked, you still couldnât forget how small he made you feel that night.Â
âlook, i really donât want to fight, being away from you is hard enough, butâŚ,â you ran a hand over your face. what were you supposed to do? you spent the last three nights on the couch because you couldnât fall asleep in your shared bed, and there were so many times when you wanted to text him about the most unserious things that only heâd get, but you just couldnât. âyour words really hurt me.âÂ
âi know, shit, i know, and iâm so fucking sorry. whatever iâll say it wonât be enough, i shouldâve apologised right away. fuck, your boyfriend is such a loser,â you heard him laugh, but it was not the usual soonyoung laugh that made the flowers bloom, and sun shine. âi understand if you want to take a break.âÂ
âthatâs the thing, i donât want to take any breaks. i miss you so much. i miss talking to you every night, i miss our silly conversations, i miss getting my daily hoshi boyfriend pics. iâm sick of seeing your face on twitter and not over face time,â you pulled the sleeve of his sweater over your hand, like it would make you feel any closer to him. âletâs take it slow, maybe?â
you could swear you heard soonyoung exhale, âyes, yes, letâs do that. whatever you need, babe,â he said immediately. âmy poor baby mustâve been so nervous.âÂ
âi love you, you know,â you whispered. there was no point in making things worse and pretending that you didn't miss him, and even though it would probably be a while before everything went back to normal, you didn't want him to doubt whether you still loved him as much as you did before.
âi love you too. very much,â he whispered back, finally sounding a bit happier. âand baby? thank you for calling me back.
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