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skzstarl0ver · 1 month ago

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──୨ৎThe Roommate Rulebreaker୨ৎ──

Seungmin x reader / roomates to lovers / slow burn / smut / chapters

**involves!!** tension, cursing, dirty talk, fingering, teasing

enjoy xx (open for request)

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You only agreed to room with Seungmin because he was “safe.”

Smart, sarcastic, emotionally unavailable—your mutual friend described him as a “walking beige wall with a killer jawline.”

“Don’t worry,” she had said, half-drunk off margaritas. “He’s not a flirter. He’s annoyingly responsible. You’ll forget he’s even a guy.”

Lies. All of them.

Because three weeks into living with him, you knew exactly what kind of danger you’d signed up for.

The annoyingly responsible part? Sure. Seungmin was neat, polite, cooked his own meals, paid rent on time.

But the rest? Not so much.

He walked around shirtless in the mornings, hair messy, coffee mug in hand, muttering sleepy curses under his breath. He had a laugh that made your stomach flutter, and an ability to make you feel seen in moments that had no business feeling intimate.

Worst of all?

The rules.

“We don’t hook up with roommates. Ever.” That was the first thing he said the day you moved in.

You’d nodded like it was no big deal.

But then he smiled at you—half-smirk, half-dare—and you felt something twist inside you.

And now? Now it’s month two, and you’re biting your lip every time he leans over the couch, every time he lets out a breathy laugh too close to your ear, every time he says your name like it means something.

You haven’t touched. Haven’t flirted. Haven’t even looked at each other for too long.

But every day, the air between you grows heavier.

And you don’t know how much longer either of you can pretend.

Game night was supposed to be a distraction.

Jisung brought beer, Minho brought snacks, and you brought your best attempt at pretending your very hot, very frustrating roommate didn’t make your pulse race every time he walked past you shirtless.

Which, tonight, he did. Twice. With zero shame.

You were curled into the corner of the couch, oversized hoodie covering your legs, pretending not to watch him stretch as he grabbed a drink from the fridge. You weren’t even into him, but the way that hoodie lifted just enough to show the waistband of his sweats?

Criminal.

“Truth or dare,” Jisung says, snapping you back. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t be lame.”

You glance around. The circle’s cozy—dim lights, soft music in the background, snacks half-eaten, everyone tipsy enough to let their guards down. Seungmin’s sitting on the floor, right across from you, one arm lazily thrown over the back of the couch, eyes on you like he already knows what you’ll choose.

“Truth,” you say.

“Lame,” Jisung groans. “Okay. Who in this room would you sleep with?”

The question hits like a slap. You freeze. The room goes still, laughter dying down like someone turned the volume off.

You could lie. Make a joke. Say Minho and watch him roll his eyes.

But you look at Seungmin—just for a second too long. He blinks, then looks away, jaw tense.

You clear your throat. “Pass.”

“Pass?” Minho snorts. “Weak.”

“Fine,” you say, grabbing a beer. “Dare next round.”

Jisung grins. “Say less.”

Thirty minutes later, the mood is looser again. Someone dared Minho to do a sexy dance, which traumatized everyone in the best way. Seungmin’s been suspiciously quiet, but you chalk it up to competitiveness—he always got weird when he wasn’t winning.

“Your turn,” Jisung says, pointing to you. “Truth or dare.”

You hesitate. Seungmin’s still watching you, beer in hand, eyes a little darker now. There’s a glint in them—sharp and unreadable.

You want to flinch away from it. But you don’t.

“Dare.”

Minho smirks. “I dare you… to sit on Seungmin’s lap for a full minute.”

The room hollers.

You freeze.

Seungmin doesn’t move. He raises an eyebrow at you, calm as ever, but there’s tension in the way his hand curls around his bottle. He’s daring you to say no. To back down.

So you don’t.

“Fine,” you say. You get up slowly, your heartbeat louder than the music now. Cross the floor. Sit.

His thighs are warm, solid beneath you. Your hands rest on your knees, trying to be casual, but he’s not making it easy. One of his hands settles on your waist—just to steady you, you tell yourself—but it lingers.

You feel every breath he takes. His voice is low when he leans in.

“You don’t have to prove anything,” he murmurs.

“I’m not.”

His hand flexes slightly. “You sure?”

You nod.

He laughs, soft and breathy, like he’s losing patience. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

He doesn’t answer. The minute ends.

You stand. The game moves on. But when you sit back down, you can still feel the heat of him on your skin.

Later that night, you pass each other in the hallway. Your fingers brush. You both pause.

Neither of you says a word.

But the rule you swore you’d follow? It’s already starting to break.

It starts with rain.

Not the romantic, slow kind—but loud, unrelenting thunder that shakes the windows. You’re curled up on the couch with a blanket and some half-forgotten show playing in the background. You don’t even remember how long Seungmin’s been sitting beside you.

Close, but not too close. As usual.

You’re both quiet. Like something might break if either of you speaks.

"Storm’s bad tonight," you say softly.

He hums in agreement, eyes on the screen—but not watching.

You should move. Say goodnight. Go to your room and sleep off the weird energy that’s been building since lap-gate at game night.

But you don’t.

Instead, you risk it.

“Can I ask you something?” you murmur.

Seungmin glances over, cautious. “Yeah.”

“That night,” you start. Your voice dips. “You looked at me like… like you wanted something.”

His throat bobs with a swallow. He shifts slightly, but doesn’t pull away. “You were on my lap,” he says, tone flat—but his eyes? Not cold at all. “Hard not to look.”

You bite your lip. “You know what I mean.”

He sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah,” he admits. “I know.”

Silence stretches between you, thick and loaded.

“Did you want to kiss me?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

His eyes snap to yours.

He looks at you—really looks—and something in him cracks.

“I always want to kiss you.”

Your breath catches. He leans forward, slowly, cautiously, like he's giving you every chance to run.

You don’t.

His face is inches from yours. You can feel the warmth of his breath, see the flicker of hesitation behind his gaze.

But then—right when your lips are about to touch—he stops.

“Shit,” he mutters, pulling back like it hurts. “We can’t.”

You blink, dazed. “Why not?”

“Because the second I kiss you,” he says quietly, “I won’t stop.”

You stare at him, heart pounding. “And that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes,” he says. “Because you’re my roommate. And I’m not stupid enough to think this wouldn’t ruin everything.”

You want to argue. Scream. Ask why he didn’t stop looking at you like that every time you walked into a room. But instead, you nod.

Because you get it.

Because you feel it too.

You stand, the blanket falling from your shoulders. “Goodnight, Seungmin.”

He watches you walk away—but doesn’t say anything.

Behind your closed door, you lean against the wall and exhale, chest tight, lips aching with the ghost of a kiss that never happened.

But the rule?

It’s not just bending anymore. It’s fracturing.

You weren’t trying to make a statement.

You’d just forgotten to grab your clothes before showering. A simple mistake. One that shouldn’t mean anything.

But now you’re standing in the hallway in a towel—damp skin, flushed cheeks, hair dripping—and of course, he’s there.

Seungmin looks up from the fridge like someone just punched him in the chest.

You freeze.

So does he.

It’s the kind of silence that hums—too loud, too charged, too full of everything you’ve both been refusing to say.

He blinks. Once. Twice.

“You—uh—forgot your clothes?” he asks, voice slightly rougher than usual.

You nod. “Didn’t think you’d be out here.”

“Right.”

His eyes trail down your body before he can stop himself. He catches it. Forces his gaze back to the orange juice like it’s the most fascinating thing in the universe.

But it’s too late. You saw it—the flicker of raw want.

And maybe you’re not entirely innocent either. Maybe you stand a little straighter. Tilt your head. Say:

“You walked around shirtless for two months and expected me to not return the favor?”

His eyes cut to you—sharper now. Darker.

“You walked around like that on purpose?” he says quietly.

You cross your arms, your towel tightening with the movement. “And what if I did?”

A pause.

He shuts the fridge without looking. Sets the juice down too hard. Walks toward you slowly, like he’s crossing a line he already knows he won’t come back from.

He stops in front of you, close enough that the heat of his body fogs up your already-overheated skin.

“Then I guess I have to show you what that does to me.”

Your breath catches.

And he does—slowly.

His fingers brush your jaw, featherlight. His touch drifts down your throat, then pauses at the knot of your towel, like he’s giving you time to stop him.

You don’t.

“Do you want me to?” he asks. Voice low. Dead serious.

You nod.

That’s all it takes.

The towel’s gone in seconds. You gasp—more from the rush of finally than from the chill. His hands are everywhere at once—hot, hungry, controlled but barely. One at your waist, the other gripping your hip like he needs the anchor or he’ll lose it.

He crowds you against the hallway wall. “You don’t get it,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your ear. “Every night, I hear you moving around. Smell your perfume. Watch you steal my hoodies and pretend it’s innocent.”

You gasp as his mouth brushes your neck. He bites down—light, teasing—and your knees go weak.

“Been walking around this apartment like a test I wasn’t supposed to pass,” he growls.

“Then fail,” you whisper. “Go ahead.”

He does.

His hand slips between your legs. No teasing this time. Just purpose. Pressure. And oh god—

You moan his name without thinking. He hisses. “Say that again.”

“Seungmin,” you gasp.

“Fuck,” he growls, dragging his mouth down your collarbone, your chest. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

But you do. Because your head is spinning, your body is buzzing, and the rule?

It’s not just broken.

It’s obliterated.

His hand slides between your thighs—warm, confident, maddeningly slow.

You gasp, body already hypersensitive from the way he pinned you against the wall like you belonged there. And maybe, tonight, you do.

“Still acting like this is innocent?” he mutters, voice rough against your neck as his fingers trace a line up your inner thigh, stopping just shy of where you need him.

You whimper. “No.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He leans in, mouth brushing yours—but he doesn’t kiss you. Not yet. He’s torturing you, hovering so close you can feel every word against your lips.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers slowly through your folds now—just enough to make you gasp, not enough to give relief. “Wearing those little sleep shorts. Moaning through the walls when you’re dreaming. Or pretending to sleep.”

You open your mouth to speak—to deny it maybe—but his thumb circles your clit and your brain goes static.

“Oh—fuck, Seungmin.”

He hums, pleased. “There’s my name again.”

He presses his fingers in—slow, deliberate. Two, deep, filling. Your back arches against the wall, and he uses his free hand to steady your hips as he curls just right.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders. His hoodie still clings to him, and you realize—he’s fully dressed. You’re bare. Exposed. Completely his.

And he knows it.

“You’re shaking,” he says lowly, eyes devouring you.

“I’m—” You suck in a breath. “Not used to this.”

He stills. His voice softens just a little. “You want me to stop?”

Your hand grabs his wrist. “Don’t you dare.”

That earns a wicked grin. “Good.”

His mouth finally crashes into yours.

It’s not sweet. It’s not patient.

It’s weeks of tension, jealousy, frustration, late-night fantasizing finally breaking loose all at once.

You moan into him and he groans low in his throat, fingers thrusting faster now, hips pressing you harder into the wall like he needs to keep you pinned there or you’ll both fly apart.

He pulls back, lips kiss-swollen. “Say it again.”

“Say what?”

“My name. Like you said it before.”

“Seungmin,” you whisper, breathless.

He growls—and you swear you feel him tremble at the sound.

Then his fingers curl just right, and the pleasure builds so fast your knees give out, body shuddering as you come undone in his hands, against his chest, with his name on your lips and his breath hot against your skin.

He catches you when you sag, presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“Still think the rule was a good idea?” he mutters.

You laugh, dazed. “Fuck the rule.”

His eyes spark. “That’s the plan.”

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goonmieser1069 · 5 months ago

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‘No Place Like Home’

Thinking about how Soap would be after a long deployment with roommate!fem!reader

first fic…it’s a long one sorry guys 🙂‍↕️

3.5k+ words

• roommate! john “soap” mactavish/ fem!reader, 18+ , slight angst , violence , mentions of blood and guns, smut , oral (receiving), basically just a lot of yearning 👅, mw3 spoliers•

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It was dreadfully quiet in the small apartment complex where you lived. Your roommate, being gone half the time god knows where for the military, was currently deployed leaving you alone and bored in your shared home.

After a few months of living in the same space, you’d grown accustomed to the Scottish man, enjoying his comforting presence in your world. Whenever he was home -which was rare- he always, and I mean always helped out in every way he could. Whether that be picking up groceries and making dinner for the two of you, or noticing you weren’t feeling well he’d tidy up the place and make you lay on the couch and rest, he’d even sit and listen to you rant about an especially hard day at work.

This was the exact reason why you missed him so much when he was gone. The quiet was always consuming the dark apartment. No matter how many records you play on the record player he’d gifted you the first Christmas you spent in the space after you mentioned your love for vinyl. No matter how many lighthearted movies and shows you’d play, it all reminded you of his absence. Something even after years you grew more and more affected by these deployments.

It all changed for you after one fateful night, you’d both been on the balcony looking over the cityscape. Cigarettes in hand you both sat on the balcony floor, laughing a telling stories about life. Your gaze flickering over to his scarred skin, eyes admiring his baby blue eyes. Feeling your lips curl up into a small smile, as you listened to him speak about his many stories from the military. Something about that night feeling so domestic as you shared fleeting moments of accidental touch of the hands, the sound of each other's laughter, the warmth in when you’d both catch each other's gaze. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory of that night. Growing feelings for the mohawked man, not knowing how to express them.

You sighed tiredly to yourself as you made your way up the complex’s stairs. Your head hung low after suffering a long day of work at your job. The day dragged on longer than you’d have liked after practically drowning in paperwork all day. Your boss adds more and more onto the already endless pile, your hand growing more and more stiff after each signature and swipe of your pen.

Keys jingling in your palms as you unlocked your front door, you lazily wiped your shoes off on the small welcome matt at your doorstep. Dropping your purse on the floor and keys on the kitchen counter you ran a hand through your hair. Slipping off your shoes and shrugging off your coat, you were almost too tired and out of it to notice the boots beside the counter, almost too tired to spot the large duffel bag on the stool, and almost too tired to hear the soft patter of water coming from the shower in your shared bathroom.

Your heart rate increased almost immediately after realizing he was home. Johnny was home. A smile crept upon your face instantaneously, eyes lighting up as you stood still staring at the bathroom door heart fluttering at the thought of seeing those eyes of his again. Always fearing you'd never see them again with how dangerous and demanding his career was. Death constantly looms just meters away from the soldier every time he leaves for work.

After standing there like a fool your cheeks heated up shamefully as you realized how idiotic you looked stopped in place, staring at a door. You quickly looked away as you made your way to your bedroom. Taking a quick shameless glance in the mirror at yourself making sure you didn't look the equivalent of how your day had been spent. Quickly turning away from the mirror you ripped open your dresser drawers, sliding on a comfortable outfit that consisted of an old college t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama shorts. Taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror. Tucking away strands of loose hair and quickly spraying a spritz of perfume. You decided that your looked decent enough, mind racing a million miles as you hoped maybe you’d grown the courage to express how you felt after his two months of absence.

Immediately whisked away from your thoughts you heard the shower stop silence consuming the next few minutes . Eyes widening as you heard his footsteps echo through the home after a small click of the door opening. Your body reacting quicker than your brain you felt yourself practically speed walking out of your bedroom and to the kitchen where he lingered at the counter. You assumed he hadn’t heard your approach somehow, his back to you as he leaned against the countertop silently scrolling on his phone.

Eyes raking slowly and analytically across his broad frame. Heart racing in your chest upon seeing his dark dampened hair. Your face warming, blush creeping up your neck upon admiring his large , defined back muscles through his teasingly tight black t-shirt that defined his bulky biceps, also sporting grey loose sweats. Biting the inside of your cheek at the sight, you finally broke the silence as you spoke. Voice betraying you completely as you felt your throat tighten, your words forced out and quiet almost like you couldn’t believe them either.

“You’re home..”

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The sharp pain rang through his body, the sharp crack of his arm twisting being held up against Makarov as he felt the hot metal barrel of the man’s pistol pressed against his temple he almost hissed at the scorching sensation. His eyes wide as , blood leaked from his other arm that hung limply beside him. Being shot just seconds earlier, his body leaping back into action after the first bullet, jumping back up to help his Captain who had also gotten shot, now in his current predicament, arm twisted sickeningly with a gun to his head, helpless in every sense.

His head spinning as he was held against his will, almost in a trance as everything happened in an instant. The grip loosening on his mangled arm disappearing completely as he felt his body go limp, falling with a smack against the cold concrete. His head slamming into the hard surface as his vision fizzled out, surrounding him in darkness.

Time stopped completely for Soap, the sound of the distant gunfire fading into oblivion. Frame by frame, memories he cherished flashed across his mind. His childhood, the times he’d spent with his mother and sister, his early days in the military, and all the more recent ones with his squad and you. Your laughter after he cracked an especially funny joke, etched into his mind as he could practically hear the heavenly sound. The way you looked out across the city during the late nights you’d spend out on the balcony together. Or the gentle smile you held each morning when you’d chat with him over coffee before you had to leave for work. The way your eyes glossed over each and everytime you bid him farewell at your door each time you knew he had to leave again, that always hurt his heart the sight of your glassy eyes as he held himself back from reaching out, knowing he'd never let go. All he wanted to do was hold you, tell you it would all be okay, that he'd be okay. He wanted to just promise you, that he'd come back, come back home, come back to you. He never did, he stopped himself each time. He knew he couldn’t promise those things in his line of work , one of the things he prided himself on most was being a man of his word.

All that flashed through his mind now was memories of you, everything about you, every detail he could imagine. Conversations lost in time, nights he regretted not spewing out how he felt so deeply about you. He wanted you to know how much he cared about how your day went when you got home from work each night, how much your smile made his heart leap. Like clockwork he saw you. Just you, your eyes, nose, lips, smile, laugh, hair, how you smelt, how you spoke, how you cried, your touch, how you looked at him, eyes bright like the stars you stared into during your shared nights on the balcony.

Somewhere in his trance his thoughts trailed to what could have been. How you would’ve looked at him as he talked your ear off about how much he loved you. The sight of your smile, how you would’ve looked in his arms as he held you like he’s always longed to. What would your lips have felt like, how they would feel pressed against his own, how your cheeks would’ve been flushed as he kissed you. He imagined how it would’ve been like in the nights holding you in his arms, how your body would’ve felt against his. He shamefully thought about that a lot at nights back home, staring up at his ceiling, his rough hand wrapped around his aching erection as he imagined your softer, delicate hands instead.

What would you have looked like with a pretty little ring on your finger? In a big white dress as he waited at the end of the isle, you’d look gorgeous. You always looked breathtaking to him, but.. what if he never got to see your face again. Never got to hold you. Never got to tell you how much he loved you.

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“You’re home..”

You noticed him tense up immediately, dropping his phone suddenly on the counter as he whipped his body around to face you. He had new scars, a circular almost burn looking mark against his temple. You now noticed the bruising on the side of his arm, mostly covered by a large bandage. That’s when you noticed the tears fall from his pale blue eyes. You froze, never seeing him cry before this. The strong man always either smiling or laughing alongside you. You’ve never seen him look so broken, the ray of sunshine in your life. Your eyes started to water as you watched him near you cautiously, almost like he himself didn’t believe you were really there. Speaking your name breathlessly in a broken whisper.

In a flash all you could do was gasp as his large arms engulfed your frame. Picking you up as if it was nothing and spinning you around once in his arms. You choked back a sob as he embraced you tightly. Burying your head into his chest as you pressed it against his heartbeat, needing to hear it for yourself. His body shook slightly as you felt him cry with you in his arms. He finally got to hold you in his arms.

“I thought i’d never see ye’ again bonnie.”

You felt yourself let out a small sob at his words, throat tightening. You’d ask him about what happened later, what mattered most now was that he was here, Safe, with you. You tried speaking, voice coming out in a small crack as you pulled away from him. Wanting to look at his eyes, those eyes you longed for these past months patiently waiting for him.

“Oh John-…”

You were abruptly cut off by the feeling of his lips against yours. Your hands shaking as you brought them up to cup his stubbled cheek, wrapping the other around his neck as he leaned down. Desperately and sloppily capturing your lips as he hungrily devoured them like he’s been waiting years to do just this. -which he has- Tears mixing, faces shamelessly pressed together as his calloused hands slipped around head, tangling within your hair as he held you for dear life. Savouring every moment as eventually you both had to stop for air.

Heavy breaths echoed through the quiet apartment, his hands still wrapped within your hair as he just looked at you. Eyes red as he stared, words unspoken, icy blue eyes admiring you. Taking in the sight of your now swollen lips, the tears stained on your cheeks. The slight trembled in your lips as they twitched into a small smile all you could muster in the moment. Heart thumping against your chest.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, big hands lifting you up with ease, placing you ontop of the counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he placed small pecks against your collarbone, leaving a trail against you, stubble tickling your skin. Body suddenly on fire as you felt his hands roam your body, as if they were trying to memorize each and every crevice and detail possible. His breath hot against your neck as he spoke quietly, almost a whisper.

“Is this okay…?”

His accent coming out heavier as he huskily spoke, voice sounding desperate almost a plea against your skin. Eyes now focused up at your face, how could you ever tell him no? Especially when it all felt so right. Anticipation building in your body, the air suddenly feeling heavy in the space. She looked down into his eyes from her place on the counter, growing bashful under his gaze as you slowly nodded your head. Voice cracking slightly as you responded a breathless-

“…yes.”

Wasting no time he wrapped his hand behind your neck as he brought your lips to his once more. His other hand gently lifting your large shirt over your frame, beaming the kiss as he admired you completely. Azure eyes flicking over each and every curve of your body. Calloused hands coming down to run up and down your sides, breath almost catching in his throat as he studied you. Fingertips grazing tenderly against your hot skin, ghosting over your body.

“..fuck yer’ gorgeous..”

He said lowly as he peppered your skin in kisses, leading from your neck as he worked his way lower. Lips brushing against your chest as you tangled your hands within his short dark hair. Fingertips gently resting against your ribs as he lowered and lowered, kissing every mole and every freckle on your skin, admiring you as a whole. As he reached below your bellybutton he looked up at you softly, eyes glassy as he untied your shorts. Easing them off your body along with your panties, lifting you up slightly to glide them off. The fabric hitting the hardwood floor as you suddenly felt too exposed. Bare in front of the man as you instinctively brought your hands to cover what you could of yourself.

“Oh don’ do tha’ to me ‘bon.”

His rough hands came up and gently pushed your arms away, placing them back ontop the counter, your legs wrapped against his body once more as he stood between your legs. Large hands caressing your bare thighs as he brought your lips into a gentle reassuring kiss. More calculated and loving than the ones before, eyes fluttering shut as he moved his lips softly against yours.

He brought his head back away, giving you a reassuring look as he dipped down. Continuing his trail of pecks as he gently pushed your thighs open a little wider, bringing his head down to kiss the inside of your thighs, his lips gentle as he moved closer and closer to your core, practically dripping in anticipation. Looking up at you, eyes trained on your own as you stared down at him. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed as you bit the inside of your cheek.

He slowly brought his head closer to your heat, running a finger against your slick. Feeling you buck your hips slightly at the friction you’ve been craving, the sensation of his hands against your sensitive skin new, but welcomed. His breath hot against the skin he finally placed his mouth against you, slow gentle as he swiped his tongue against your bud.

“F..Fuck!”

You cursed out as your hands instinctively reached for his head sighing in pleasure, thighs wrapping around his head while he lapped at your core. Devouring you like a starved man, the slow pace disappearing as he worked his tongue against you. Legs clenching and twitching every lap he took, his head reeling at the sight of you all worked up. The feeling of your legs against his skull making his cock ache against his boxers, letting out a deep guttural moan through your skin. Hands coming up pawing at your tits, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples as he eats you out. Soft mewls spill from your mouth, hips bucking to meet his mouth, back arching to press more of your cunt against his mouth.

Your vision blurred slightly feeling his pace quicken, bringing his one hand up, slipping a finger into your drenched folds. A soft gasp leaving your lips as you groaned at the feeling, his thick finger within you as he curled it in and out. Hitting your walls delectablely, as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten, throwing your head back in pleasure as you let out fast breaths. Chest rising and falling quickly as he never faltered his movements, his hand now palming himself desperate for any friction he could get as he pleasured you.

“Jus’ like tha’…”

He cooed to you against your cunt, groaning into you as your legs tightening against his head, you let out small quick gasps each time his fingers curled in and out, working into you skillfully. Noting how your brows furrowed and jaw hung open as he sucked and licked at your clit fingers pumping in and out of you as you hung your head back vision white as your legs trembled. Hips bucking into him as you coated his face and hand in your juices. Mewls leaving your mouth as you opened your eyes, tilting your head back down with knit brows, his eyes already trained on your face as he lapped up your juices.

“Doin’ so good fer’ me.”

His accent thick as he picked you back up, arms tightly secured around your fram as he brought you to his bedroom. Laying you down on the bed carefully he lifted his shirt off his body, you laid in a daze, chest rising and falling still coming off your high as you stared at him. His muscles twitching with each movement as he shrugged his sweatpants off, his hardened cock strained against his boxers. You brought your arms up shakily above you to his waistband, pulling his boxers down as his erection came out. Eyes wide you looked up at the man, he looked so desperate. Your voice soft, breath hot as you spoke.

“need you johnny.”

You whined as you reached up for the back of his neck, her dipped down to your level flat against the bed as he crawled above you, hovering over your body as his hot breath fanned against your lips. Voice husky as his eyes softened as he stared into your gaze speaking your name breathlessly claiming his love to you as he slowly pressed himself into you.

“I love you so fuckin’ much.. yer all I think about out there bon’ ”

He cooed in your ear as he eased into your tight cunt, face burried into your neck as he bottomed out in you. Your breath hitched as you sucked in feeling his cock twitch inside you. Tears pricking at your eyes, he brought a reassuring hand up lifting his head and cupping your cheek as he held himself up with his other arm. Bringing your lips into a passionate kiss as he rocked his hips slowly, easing you into the feeling of him. Making sure you felt as good as possible before he quickened his pace. The sound of his hips slapping against your bottom half echoed through the room while he rocked in and out gliding of your walls repeatedly small groans leaving his lips each time.

Your body seared in pleasure as you mewled each time his cock hit your walls. Cooing small praises against his lips as you desperately clung to his back. Legs trembling as he snapped his hips in and out, lace quickening as he felt your body tense under him, walls sucking him in achingly. His body reaching its climax as he let out low groans against your neck. Stubble tickling your collarbone, while you clawed at his back. The pleasure overbearing as you trembled one last time, clenching around him hard as you came on his dick. His high following soon after as he pulled out quickly, hot white strings spurting out against your stomach. His breaths heavy as he leaned back up, looking down at your absolutely wrecked self. Fuck you looked stunning under him like this was all he could think.

Your eyes connecting with his as you smiled lazily at the man, eyes crinkling slightly. Bare chest rising and falling periodically. Your hooded eyes cloudy as you stared up at his.

“I love you John.”

She spoke softly, bringing an arm up tiredly and caressing his cheek, thumb brushing over the scar on his chin. He smiled softly at you, lovingly brushing his hands against your sides pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Whispering to you his voice low and gentle.

“I love you too bonnie.”

He disappeared shortly after into the bathroom, soaking a warm cloth to clean you up before wrapping you up in his arms under the covers. Skin to skin as he held you gently throughout the night, telling you just how much he loved you. Heart full after he finally got to come home, to have you in his arms, to have told you how he felt.

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first fic done 😏 lmk if you guys want a part 2!

i MAY indulge and grant you guys with another part👅

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frickingnerd · 2 years ago

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katsuki bakugou getting you flowers

pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

summary: your roommate bakugou gets you flowers

"did you get me flowers…?"

you stood in bakugou's door, a confused look on your face as you looked at your roommate.

"i didn't get you flowers!"

bakugou insisted and huffed quietly.

"they are decorations for our apartment!"

you raised an eyebrow, giving your roommate a confused look.

"...in my room?"

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onthewaytosomewhere · 4 months ago

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this is my 2nd (and probably only other fic for the @ficwip hey, sweetheart event)

this lovely fic started as a couple ficlets last summer and well @changinghearts (here) and a few others on ao3 wanted more - i'm easily swayed and now 6+ months later (after changing what there was and picking at it off and on) here we are it's all updated and snazzy and a 12.5k fic for your enjoyment

if you want to know if he loves you so ... (it's in his kiss)

(so ao3 is being weird and not showing this anywhere but my dash but it's showing up on feeds for RWRB but just not the site itself - so if something happens and this link no longer works i will fix that)

#firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #rwrb #roomates to lovers #kisses that blow things up but also fix them #henry briefly does that thing he does #but then he fixes it #with a lil nudging from pez #hey sweetheart #hey sweetheart 2025

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ranposweetworld · 1 year ago

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more gay for gay month because I can .

And they were roomates

xxx/x-x/xxx

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skz-fanfic-recs · 1 year ago

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“kim seungmin, i don’t care who you fuck,” he says, like someone who cares who seungmin fucks and is trying very hard to pretend he doesn’t.

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emotiandon · 3 months ago

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⋆. ˚You still have me˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

𓂃⋆. ˚ ۶ৎ Synopsis; You still have me, where Tobin finds his hand interwoven with Odette’s as she makes sure he still had arms and legs.

or, a tale where boy meets hospital as his crush plays nurse

𓂃⋆. ˚ The lovers; Tobin x Odette (Todette)

𓂃⋆. ˚ ۶ৎ 5+1 things ۶ৎ friends to lovers (flovers) ۶ৎ modern au ۶ৎ roomates to lovers (rolovers) ۶ৎ roomate (Au!) ۶ৎ broke x rich ۶ৎ fluff ۶ৎ tw! Mentions of hospitals, injuries

𓂃⋆. ˚1. CUT/E ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

March. 29. 5:41pm

“Tobin...You’re going to die at this rate”

A sigh could be heard as Odette watches her roommate hold his finger up with a sheepish grin. The main suspect? The kitchen knife that sits on the kitchen bench with the vegetables and the simmering of the stove, now long forgotten. Odette misses how his eyes linger on her fingers that brush his skin, the band aid clinging onto his hand before she lays it down on top of the small cut.

“There, you still have a finger.” Odette’s voice is a whisper as their eyes meet for a second longer than it should, before she pulls away to leave Tobin to continue cooking. The stove hums louder as Tobin bit his cheek, he tries to hide his chuckle at the band aid’s cute design of a cartoon cat. His face was red as sweat drips down his chin, he was sure it wasn’t from the loss of blood or the heat of the stove.

𓂃 ⋆. ˚2. Hot ₊۶ৎ˙⋆

March. 30. 7:09am

“Dottie!”

Tobin whines, his face scrunches up; a hiss falls out of his lips. His arm looks more like he placed it into the oven, though burning himself with boiling water wasn't far from baking himself.

"You still have an arm- don't worry Tobin"

Odette reminds as she holds his arm under the shower tap, the cold-water drips down as she grabs his hoodie sleeve and scrunches it up to his elbow though the water still catches on and soaks the material as he flushes.

"You're so hot Tobin" His roommate mutters as Tobin splutters his face burning up more than his arm had "w-what?" He coughs out surprised Odette of all people confessed that- it was not one of the made-up scenarios he made in his head. “You’re really burning up” she mumbles pressing the back of her hand to his cheek “Fever?”

𓂃⋆. ˚3. Flushed ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

March. 31. 7:10am

The fan quietly hums as each spin counts the seconds he has left. Tobin’s teeth clatter, his face is hot and flushed- maybe by the proximity, maybe the fever overtaking his senses, maybe. Tobin holds a staring contest with the ceiling as he keeps repeating her words, you’re so hot Tobin, he doesn’t notice Odette sits next to him with a damp cloth and medicine.

“You still have a head” Odette reassures Tobin as she presses a cold cloth on his head, brushing his hair out of his face the brown strands catching on her nails. Click the bottle cracked as she carefully pours the medicine onto the spoon before placing her thumb on his chin parting his lips. They lock eyes as words are long forgotten as she slowly fed him the medicine.

Tobin’s fingers hesitates before he catches her wrist with a coy expression. “Thanks” he mumbles looking away, his mind seems more focused on the thread poking out of the quilt.

𓂃⋆. ˚4. Falling for her ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

April. 10. 8:00pm

After the whole fever fiasco, there wasn’t a whisper or a mention of how the air changed between them, how there was brushes against skin that lasted a second longer or how their eyes gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment too long. Tobin watches his roommate hold her new pointe shoes, the overpriced ballet shoes that cost more than what Tobin could ever earn in a lifetime.

One moment he was watching his roommate fumble with her keys, the next his foot gets caught on the stair a harsh crack sound rings as he can only see each speck on the concrete. Odette rushes over to his side as she kneels beside him, her frows furrow as she helps him up. “You still have a leg though” Odette mumbles as she helps him up though Tobin stumbles in her arms.

“I think- fuck!” Tobin hisses as he holds his foot “I think it’s actually broken Dottie.”

𓂃⋆. ˚5. Broke˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

April. 10. 9:59pm

Odette’s chin finds comfort in the curve of his neck as Tobin lays his head on top of hers, his arm slung over hers as his fingers drum on her shoulder. The boy tries to ignore the pain in his right leg and tries to focus on her soft breaths that draw goosebumps on his neck.

“You still have a leg” Odette says, pulling away from his neck to look at him.

“Still have you” Tobin says in a small voice taking a sharp breath as he feels a sharp draw of pain, though he groans more when he realises that he doesn’t have the money to cover this. Reading his mind Odette tilts her head as she takes his hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay” She reassured, her thumb rubbing his hand smoothing over his nerves “You know it won’t scratch the surface of my bank account” The uninjured girl chuckles prompting Tobin to laugh alongside her. Blue eyes meet brown as the ER chatter was the sound of crickets humming in the back as the two are drawn into each other like a magnet. Their breath shortens and mixes, as his nose bumps into hers, the soft ‘clink’ sound is drawn out as their teeth meet and her lip finds his.

𓂃⋆. ˚5.1 matching. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

Tobin’s eyes linger on her figure as Odette gracefully spins like one of those ballerinas in the music box, each kick and move of the hand was the tick of a clock hands. His crutch was seated next to him as Tobin shifts the clunky cast as he tries to get more comfortable watching his girl like she was the brightest star in the sky, to him Odette was the most beautiful swan in the lake of dancers.

The practice room mirrors reflect her image as each step is precise and controlled like the woman dancing. Tobin doesn’t understand half of the steps, turns, or their names, but he knows his younger sisters always wanted to try the art though he couldn’t afford the classes.

Adrenaline rushes to Tobin as he watches the scene, even if he was a simple bystander the feeling was shared. One moment she was prancing around, doing leaps and jumps that makes any frog wish they had her prowess, the next she was on the floor holding her ankle.

Odette takes a shaky breath as she holds her ankle, trying to forget the pain. Tobin rushes over to her side to lift her up to the best of his abilities, though his cast was making the process slower than Tobin would’ve liked. Odette sits on the bench as a grunt escapes her lips “I think I sprained it” She mumbles her eyes fluttering close as Tobin wraps an arm around her.

“You still have an ankle, and you still have me” He hummed as the two sit in silence for a while, taking in the situation. “Now we’re matching.” Her roommate chuckles, giving her a crooked smile as he shows off their injured legs “And it’s my turn to help” Tobin chuckles.

𓂃⋆. ˚. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

𓂃⋆. ˚Omake. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

May. 1. 4:40pm

The afternoon sun seeps through the curtains as Tobin hides his face in Odette’s chest, trying to run away from the sun’s gaze. She kisses his head, her sweet words lost in the sea of messy brown locks as Tobin clutches into the beige hoodie she ‘borrowed’ from him. The TV was a suggestion for his mind, the movie only a quiet tune as he traces his lips over her collarbone trying to ingrain every part of her body into his mind.

“At least take me on a date first” Tobin jokes, not thinking too much about the words as he admires her, as Odette’s hand trails from the crown that is hidden by his hair as her purple nail catches onto the back of his shirt. Blue eyes flutter shut as she considers his words, Odette hums as she gives him a lopsided grin that shows where her lipstick had smeared and transferred off.

“I will” She grins with a nonchalant expression on her face that makes Tobin start blushing redder than any apple. Odette chuckles as she tilts her head watching him get redder each second at the implication. “Don’t worry we can just go on a coffee date at Atlas’s, or something” The blue haired girl shrugged as Tobin groans, hiding his face in the hood of her hoodie. A brown eye peaks out as he has a coy smile coming onto his features. “Evil.” he groans as Odette smiles mumbling a soft I love you.

𓂃⋆. ˚. Notes;

I better have gotten a good grade for my English assignment (yes i did write todette for english)

First fanfic i should write more lmaoooooo think of this as a belated Valentine’s Day fic

“I’ll upload this the next day” It’s the next month and I still haven’t uploaded it 💀 uhmnnn this was started in feb why is it March now 💀💀💀💀

Heavily decorated since i cannot for the life of me have it non aesthetic

Really tried to make rhis ‘you belong with me’ but i couldnt do it sry taylor

Creds: @/nemfrog @/adornedwithlight @/rookthornesartistry @/riottspngs @/takawoyu (i cant find the other pngs used (´；Д；`))

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daveymaybe · 26 days ago

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I don't fit the mold you created.

I'm the stereotype to be hated.

"You were cool once" Yea bitch i faked it

Face down ass up SHUT UP AND TAKE IITT!!

#song is They were not roomates they were lovers by Tipless #give it a listen!!#homestuck #homestuck fanart #home5tuck #homestuck beyond canon #hsbc #vriska serket #vriska hs #hs vriska

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mingigoo · 2 years ago

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hi sie!! i'm happy to see that your requests are open and would like to request something myself c: 1. seonghwa 2. roommate au 3. prompts 11 and 17 4. with spice please 🙏 thanks so much! i rly appreciate you and your writing even if you can't get to this 💕

I hope you like this!!! really enjoyed writing this one :)

— sleep-talker || p.sh (m.)

“You know you sleep talk?”

“Stop looking at me like that.

🌊pairing ⇢ (fem) reader x roommate! Seonghwa

🌊 summary ⇢ when you and your friends decide on a trip to the beach for spring break, you get stuck rooming with the man you "hate" the most. The line between love and hate is as thin as ice, and you were about to break it.

🌊 genre/au ⇢ roommates au, vacation au, one bed trope, forced proximity au, smut

🌊 warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors DNI, wet dreams, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, PDA, "enemies" to lovers, one-bed trope, teasing, jealousy, intense tension like holy hell

🌊 word count ⇢ 10.2k words

🌊 taglist ⇢ @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover @wooyoungjpg @lonewolfjinji @asjkdk @charreddonuts (please let me know if I forgot you!)

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“Are you for real right now?”

Spring break. A time for rest, relaxation, and lots and lots of sex.

And now, your plans of being a whore for the vacation were ruined.

“Yes, y/n. I can't afford another room just for you to have to yourself,” Hongjoong, your older brother, mumbled as he stuffed the last bit of clothes into his luggage. “You’ll have to room with Seonghwa. San and Wooyoung already called each other.”

He zipped up his suitcase and stood up to leave, but he couldn't get off that easily. “Please, Joong. I’ll do anything. Cant I just room with you and Mingi?” he hastily made his way out of his room and into the living room, trying his hardest to get away from you. “I’ll sleep on the floor. No blanket, just the floor. Please.”

He turned to face you, a confused expression on his face. “Why are you so adamant about not staying with Hwa? What did he ever do to you?” he asked you, genuinely curious. The truth is, he did nothing to you personally. Maybe that was why you hated him, because god, if he gave you the time of day, you would pounce on him like a cat in heat.

You groaned, running a hand through your messy, unwashed hair. “Because he’s a dumb ass jerk that gets everything he wants.”

Hongjoong laughed at you and turned away. “It's only a week, y/n. He’ll probably spend most of his time in our room, anyway. Just bring a book to read or something to distract yourself.”

As if reading is the thing you'll be focused on if you were in a room with him. Oh Nah, you'll be wishing he’d walk around shirtless and hoping he somehow takes a shower and walks out with nothing on—

“I hope you're packed and ready….” Joong trailed off as he looked at your messy exterior, and stifled a laugh. “And if you're thinking of getting laid, you might want to shower.”

You slapped him on the shoulder, having no drive to shower. You'll get one when you get there. It's not like you were that stinky.

“Shut up, dickhead.”

You stood on the sidewalk of your apartment building, Hongjoong’s little yellow Geo Tracker sitting there lookin’ all cute. However, the tiny thing only had five seats.

There were six of you.

“Welp looks like I can't go! What a shame, what a shame,” you sarcastically yelled out, tossing your hands in the air exasperatedly. “Have fun without me!”

“Shut your mouth, will you?” Hongjoong groaned, tossing your luggage into the “trunk” or whatever it was. “It's only a ride to the airport. You can sit on someone’s lap for ten minutes.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why am I the one that has to do that? Wooyoung is like the size of my arm. He can do it.”

Joong shut the trunk with force at your comment, totally disregarding you. “Hop in,” he said. “Enjoy shotgun while you have the chance.”

You got in reluctantly, even though you were very excited about the beach itself. Your excitement was short-lived as you approached the devil’s lair.

“Stay here, I’ll go help them,” Hongjoong mumbled, pushing his sunglasses up on his forehead as he put the car in park.

You nodded, your arms crossed over your chest. You didn't mind the rest of the group— San and Wooyoung always knew how to make you laugh, and Mingi was absolutely eye candy. You wouldn't mind sitting on his lap on the way to the airport.

Just as you got comfortable with your head resting against the window, the door abruptly opened, causing you to nearly fall out of the vehicle. “For fuck’s sake, who the hell—” your words got caught in your throat as you met eyes with Park fucking Seonghwa. “Oh, it's you…”

He stood there, his thin torso draped in a sheer white top and his long, lean legs covered in a pair of black pants. You swallowed your drool like a schoolgirl, making sure he never knows how you think of him.

“What?” you raised your eyebrow, not moving an inch and not even reaching to unplug your seatbelt. “This seat’s taken, buddy.”

He snickered, his lips mockingly curled up in a sneer. “Oh, aren't you a sweetheart? Now move, I called shotgun.”

“Well, I did first.”

“No, you didn't.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No.”

“Yes—”

“Neither of you are getting shotgun,” your brother laughed from behind Seonghwa, San and Wooyoung giggling like the goofs they are next to him. You still didn't move, even as Joong approached and unbuckled your seatbelt for you. “Y/N, please help me out here.”

You debated on throwing a fit, but knowing that it would just cause more problems, you sighed and pushed yourself out of the front seat. Now standing on the curb of the sidewalk right in front of Seonghwa, you tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. His gaze was intense—it made you envision what it would be like in bed, looking down at him from above, and how his eyebrows would knit together in pleasure. God, you needed to get laid this vacation, or you were going to be suffering from delusions.

Without warning, Mingi pushed through both of you, interrupting your staring contest.

“We better go, I don't want to listen to their bickering any longer,” the tall boy huffed as he plopped himself in the front seat, a proud smile resting on his lips.

San sat in the backseat on the right, Wooyoung next to him in the middle. That left either you or seonghwa to fight to the death for that last seat, but you knew how this was going to end.

And it wasn't going to end well.

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“You comfortable, y/n?” your brother called from the driver’s seat, looking back at you through the rearview mirror.

You frowned so deeply you could've sworn your face was permanently stuck like that.

There you were, in the back of the car, in the most uncomfortable seat ever. Seonghwa groaned underneath you, his bony body not offering you any wiggle room. You didn't answer your brother, you were certain your expression was enough of a response.

You adjusted yourself on Seonghwa’s lap, looking out the window for any distraction. As you moved, you felt him move his hips, and you had to shut away your filthy thoughts about him as soon as they came. Between his movements and his groans, your stomach was knotting in something more than butterflies.

The car was filled with conversation, however, you and Seonghwa remained quiet and in your own little worlds. As the others bantered, you pushed yourself up further on his lap, grimacing as you heard him let out a grunt in your ear.

And then when his hands gripped onto your bare thighs, you were the one to gasp.

“Stop moving,” he whispered in your ear with haste, almost like a sneer. You kept your vision forward as his breath danced in your ear. “It hurts.”

You swallowed hard. “Oh? Is your little dick that sensitive?” you whispered back, smirking. You moved again, this time on purpose, feeling his bulge through his pants. You kept your cool, ignoring his shaky breaths from behind you. “Are you that happy to see me, Hwa?”

“Shut your mouth or you won’t see the sunrise,” he hissed, but his voice was weak.

The ten-minute ride felt like an eternity as he breathed underneath you, your mind constantly thinking about how hard he was getting underneath you and how sweet it would be to turn around and face him to see his reaction to you.

You looked to your right, seeing Wooyoung with a knowing smile on his face. “What?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, grinning. “Nothing, nothing,” he said, letting out a giggle. “Just that you both seem…cozy.”

You slapped him on the shoulder, your movements causing Seonghwa to wiggle underneath you.

“Dammit, Y/N I told you to stop moving,” he seethed, his grip on your thigh tightening. Hongjoong looked back through the mirror, worry in his expression.

“Everything okay?” he asked, meeting your eyes before focusing on the road once again. “We’re almost there, only about a minute or two.”

“Ten-minute ride my ass,” you mumbled, and as you entered the Airport, you should've known that there were going to be speed bumps on the way in….

The shitty old car hopped over the bump, feeling like it hit a huge boulder. You bounced up, not held by any seatbelt, landing hard, right on Seonghwa’s family jewels.

“Fuck,” he cried, tossing his head back against the headrest. Your hands were now holding onto his legs for dear life.

“Joong, will you slow down for those things? Some of us are suffering back here,” you said, to which seonghwa started laughing.

“You're telling me.” he scoffed.

“Okay okay, I just have to park. I have no idea how this works….where the hell is the long-term parking—”

“Probably over there,” Mingi pointed in the opposite direction.

“No, no, I think it’s—”

“I can't take this anymore!” you cried out, leaning forward to assist Hongjoong since Mingi isn't helping. “There's a huge sign in front of us. How can you miss that? It spells it out, dammit.” you huffed, throwing yourself back into your “seat.” This time, he didn't let out a single groan, probably just as fed up with you as you were with him.

Finally, Hongjoong found the lot and parked the car, and as soon as it was stationary, you tossed yourself out of the vehicle like there was no tomorrow. You knew that you couldn't last a minute more on his lap, because if you did, you would be so tempted to turn around and make out with those painfully pretty lips of his. God, he made you so mad. Ever since you met him, there were only the same thoughts circulating round and round.

Dirty thoughts.

Seonghwa crawled out of the car like a decrepit old spider, his long legs holding up his body with grace. You bit your lip, looking down at where you were sitting on him. Quickly, you looked away as he noticed your gaze, and ran away to go help the others with the luggage.

You weren't quick enough to miss the achingly attractive smirk on Seonghwa’s face.

Why did he have to be so….. libidinous? He was like a wild animal, able to take the lives away of his prey with just an expression.

No more seonghwa on the brain—it was beach time. You were certain you could find someone at a bar to sleep with later, and it wouldn't be Hwa.

Not now, not ever.

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You got lucky with the plane ride.

Your seat buddy was Mingi, and Hongjoong knew how much you like your window seats.

Mingi nearly slept the whole flight, his head rested against your shoulder. He snored a little, but it didn't matter. The gentle giant had a place in your heart, so he could do no wrong.

You often stole glances at Seonghwa across the aisle, his head bobbing up and down as he fought his tiredness. He was so much more likable when he was sleeping, but that was definitely due to the fact that he couldn't stare at you with those entrancing eyes or run that mouth of his.

You were the only one awake by the end of the flight. It was difficult for you to sleep in public places. It didn't feel right. So you would fight off sleep as hard as you could and distract yourself with anything around you.

After the fiasco of leaving the plane, you anxiously trailed behind Hongjoong through the busy airport, pushing past loads of people who had places to be. Thank goodness you were able to leave the airport without a fuss, even if seonghwa was nearly breathing down your neck as you exited.

Luckily, the ride to the hotel wasn't far—and there were more than enough seats for all of you. You distanced yourself from Seonghwa, ignoring his hellish gaze.

The hotel you were staying at stood tall, facing the gorgeous blue ocean for a perfect view. You shut your eyes as you took everything in, smelling the saltiness and the warmth of the air. You smiled to yourself, but your delightful moment didn't last long.

Seonghwa bumped into you purposely, digging his shoulder into yours before walking past you toward the hotel entrance. “Hey, what was that for?” you growled, a scowl on your face.

“You were in the way,” is all he said, not even bothering to turn to face you as he spoke. He continued walking, his beautiful silhouette showing through his sheer shirt. Oh, you wanted to tear it off of him so badly.

You let out a huff of air, but then followed your friends into the building, knowing the end was near if you had to share the room with your snack of choice.

Hongjoong went up to the front desk as you and the boys stood near the doorway, waiting for him to check us in. It didn't take him long, and soon enough, he was walking back over, key cards in his hand, and a bright smile on his face. “All checked in! This’ll be our home for the next week.”

San grabbed his key card first. “Are we all on the same floor? Like in a row? It would be no fun if I had to actually put on clothes to go on the elevator.”

“Yes, San, we’re all on the same floor.” Hongjoong held in his laugh, already clearly enjoying his time away from reality. You stood angrily with your arms across your chest next to seonghwa, who didn't look any happier than you. “And will you two brighten up? You’re killing the vibe.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing up at the boy next to you. His dark hair was slightly frizzy from the humidity, sticking to his forehead like it would if he were sweating. You gulped, thinking dirty thoughts once more before regaining your peace of mind. “I’m not doing anything. It’s all him.”

“No, it’s all you, not me.” he retaliated.

“You’re the one that got a hard-on from me just innocently sitting on your lap.”

“You were purposely shoving your ass on me like a freak—”

“You are ruining the vacation already—”

“Annnd we’re not doing this again,” Mingi sighed and then gripped onto your arm to pull you towards the elevator.

“Let’s go, we got bars to get wrecked at.”

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“Oh, hell no.”

You dropped your luggage as you entered your room for the week, staring at what was in it.

Or lack thereof.

One bed—a queen, maybe, sat in the middle of the room. A chair was tilted by the sliding glass doors that opened to the balcony, and a lamp stood in the corner. It was cute, of course, but you thought this couldn't get any worse.

Seonghwa walked past you into the room, setting his suitcase on the floor by the chair. “Don't worry,” he hummed, his voice low. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I–” you paused, taking in a breath before continuing. “You can sleep on the bed, I ain't that mean.”

“So you think I’m going to let my best friend’s sister sleep on the floor?” he laughed, but it wasn't out of humor. “That’s funny. I’d get my ass beat.” He sat down on the floor, stretching out his long legs before opening his suitcase. “Just forget about me like you usually do and take the bed.”

You had no snarky remarks to throw at him this time, your eyelids feeling heavier than ever. You sighed, sitting down on the bed with a thud. “Okay, fine. Wake me up when we are going to leave.”

“Yeah yeah,” he snarkily replied, too focused on his luggage in front of him. You shut your eyes slowly, holding on to your consciousness a little longer, before drifting off into a sleep that would cause an unexpected uproar a few hours later.

—

After your amazing nap, you and the boys found your way to a beach bar, sand filling the floor and loud music playing in the background. You took your rightful spot at the bar, sitting right next to Wooyoung, who was already chugging a fruity margarita.

“You should try this, Y/N,” he let out a satisfied sigh after he finished his gulp. “Tastes like fucking unicorns and rainbows.”

You laughed. “Sounds divine, but I’ll pass and get my whiskey sour.”

He grimaced. “Ew, you should spruce it up a little bit sometimes.”

San sat down on the other side of him, a fancy glass in his hands as well. “Yeah, you’re kind of a bore.”

“San what the—”

“She is, isn't she?” Seonghwa hummed from behind you, and of course, sat his ass in the chair right next to you. You groaned, ignoring him once again, although it was quite hard to not drool as he gulped his beer, his throat bobbing as he drank it.

Fucking hell.

You looked around for any sign of your brother to save you, and once you saw him, you cringed, turning right back around to face the bar. “Dear god, can't he keep his dick in his pants for five minutes?” you shivered, trying to think of anything else other than your brother making out with a random person.

Seonghwa looked back, a smirk on his face as you ordered your drink. “Hypocrite. Just last week I walked in on you with Mingi in the chem lab,” he snickered, his midnight eyes catching the neon lights behind the bar. “Your tongue was so far down his throat I swear I—”

“Says the guy who I caught watching porn freshman year in the computer lab—”

“Here’s your Whiskey sour,” the bartender awkwardly interrupted, but thank god he did. You quickly chugged it, finishing it within a minute of getting it. He gave you another right away, and you downed that one as quickly as it came. He was cute, a little on the scruffy side, but definitely a good one-night. You gave him a look, feeling accomplished as he smirked a little before serving someone else.

“Maybe you shouldn't drink so fast, y/n,” San murmured from Wooyoung’s side, his strong arms holding his weight against the table. “You get drunk really quick on an empty stomach. Remember what happened last time? You have a bad habit of trying to kiss everything you see.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, setting the empty glass down on the bar. As you did that, you felt the warmth of the alcohol fill your body. “What? Who did I kiss?”

Seonghwa laughed from the other side of you while you focused on San.

“Me.” San blinked. “Tongue and all. But not just me, you kissed the statue outside our campus. You know, that really rusty one?”

You gagged. “Ew, no. stop. No, I didn't.”

“Oh, yes you did,” Seongwha piped in, sipping on his third or fourth beer. “And then you threw up on my shoes when I brought you home.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, taking his beer right out of his hands. “Phew, thank god I didn't kiss you,” you shivered, bringing the bottle up to your lips. After you started chugging it a little bit, Hwa ripped the bottle away from you.

You felt your vision start to sway from the alcohol. You loved the feeling of being drunk—just hated the hangovers. Right now though, you wanted to get wasted and go home with a stranger. The hangover will be tomorrow’s problem.

But seonghwa had to just run his mouth once again.

“You know you talk in your sleep, right?” He laughed, a full, humorous laugh. He tossed the bottle to the back of his throat and then continued to laugh at you. “Something about how awful the airplane food was and how drinking milk reminds you of cum.” he grimaced at the last part, but a playful smile still rested on his face. “God you are explicit.”

Your cheeks flushed, looking anywhere but his direction. “I do not sleeptalk.”

You looked to Wooyoung and San for help, but they looked dumbfounded. “I wouldn't know, y/n, I never slept with you,” San smirked, smiling deviously at you. “Unless you’re down with that, I’m all for hearing you sleeptalk in my ear all night.”

“Yeah, me too,” Woo played along, knowing he was just doing it to tease you. Seonghwa, on the other hand, was trying desperately to embarrass you in front of the hot bartender.

“God, it’s so annoying, I wanted to rip my hair out earlier,” he smiled devilishly, his teeth even brighter than normal under all the neon lights. “I thought I couldn't hate you more, but you proved me wrong.”

You looked straight ahead, ignoring Seonghwa’s goofy smile. “Whatever,” you huffed, resting your face on your hand, your elbow holding up the weight. You watched the sexy bartender notice your stare. He smiled and walked over to you.

“Need another sour?” he asked, his cheeks pinched with dimples. You had your eyes set on going home with him, and you were going to follow through with it. Seonghwa can stay outside for the night—or watch, it didn't matter to you.

“Actually,” you pondered, blinking slowly as the alcohol hit your system even harder. “I’ll take a vodka and Sprite. Grey Goose.” you hummed, watching him nod with a smirk on his face.

Seonghwa chuckled, but you were too focused on your mission to hear him blab about how much he hated you over and over again. Soon enough, that damn grey goose hit you harder than anything. Your eyes fluttered after your second glass, your vision fuzzy, and your heartbeat racing.

You let out a heavy sigh, unable to remember your original mission.

“Hey,” you coughed, your cheeks burning up from the toxin. You looked around the bar, only meeting Seonghwa’s eyes…..oh…they’re so pretty. “Where did everyone else go?”

He was facing you, looking at you through those sparkling irises of his. He took in a breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, your brother left with that girl he was making out with earlier….San and Woo left not too long ago to go to another bar, and Mingi….” he paused, watching your expression change when mingi was mentioned. “Mingi went with them.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “Why’d you stop at mingi like that?”

He furrowed his brows. “Why’d you look like that when I mentioned him?”

You sniffled, feeling a burning sensation in your throat from all the vodka. “What do you mean?” you were too messed up to defend yourself. You didn't even know your expression changed.

“You looked…different when I said his name.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his dreary tone. “Pfft. Hwa, do you think that just because I slept with him once that I have feelings for him?”

He frowned, his eyebrows knit with confusion. “You slept with him? Mingi?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. Just once, though.” Oh god, you officially couldn't think straight. Why were you even telling him this? “But that was it.”

He looked at you with an unknown expression, flattening his lips. “So you just sleep with anyone, huh?”

You scoffed. “Well, no, not usually.” you bit your lip, looking at him without knowing how you were looking at him. “I kind of always wanted you, but I didn’t understand why, so I ignore the feeling by sleeping with other guys.”

“That makes no sense, y/n,” he spat. “What are you saying?”

You rolled your eyes, drunkenly gripping his broad shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Awh, shut it, Hwa. Haven't you ever felt that before?” you paused, not realizing how close you were. His eyes were sharp, and his lips parted. “Wanting someone you can't have? Knowing that they wouldn't want anything to do with you?”

He swallowed hard, his gaze piercing into you sharply. “You’re drunk, y/n,” he paused, looking at you intently before shaking your hands away. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Oooh, don't tempt me, baby,” you poked his chest, giggling as he stood up off the barstool. You were completely oblivious to the fact that you just admitted to wanting him, but it didn't seem like he took it seriously.

“Get up,” he huffed, gripping under your arms and lifting you off your chair. You groaned, wrapping your arms around his waist. You held onto him tightly as he reached into his back pocket to grab money, tossing it onto the counter with a glare at the bartender.

“Enjoy your night,” Seonghwa growled, holding onto you, and made his way towards the hotel with you clung to him.

“Seonghwa,” you whispered, a giggle under your breath.

He grunted, pulling you along with him. “What?”

You sniffed. “Can I kiss you?”

He sighed. “No.”

“Why?” you mumbled, shoving your face into his chest.

“Because it’s your drunk habit.”

“So would you kiss me if it wasn't?” you asked, completely obliterated. There was no way you were going to remember this in the morning.

He didn't answer you.

“Come on, Hwa,” you moaned, stopping and gripping onto his collar in front of the hotel. You looked up into his eyes, feeling his intense gaze cut right through your intoxication. You needed him. Needed him bad. “Just once. God, just once.”

“I…” he swallowed, his hands twitching at his sides, crying out to touch you. He kept them away, even if he didn't want to. “Not now. Not while you’re drunk.”

You blinked slowly, watching his lips flatten into a frown. “Does that mean you want to?”

He sighed, running his hands through his hair aggressively. “Please just….let’s get back to the room and get you to bed.”

You groaned, but complied, following him into the hotel and into the elevator. The ride was silent, Seonghwa standing in the corner, farthest away from you, his breathing slowed. You stared at him, leaning up against the wall.

“I really hate you,” you mumbled, glaring at him. He was too sexy, his hair messy, his eyes dark, his long legs taller than a skyscraper. You only admitted your attraction to him when you were drunk, but you couldn't deny the pull you had to him.

He looked up at you, his starry eyes looking from your legs, up to your hips, over your breasts, and finally to your eyes. He took in a sharp breath, biting the corner of his lip.

“I hate you too,” he whispered, his vision low.

And in what world would the words I hate you cause someone’s heart to flutter?

The elevator dinged at your floor, and after a moment of longing stares, Seonghwa gripped your arm and dragged you out. He held onto your drunken body as he searched for his keycard, and once he found it, you tumbled into the room together.

Your back was pressed against the wall, his arms caging you in on both sides. His forehead was on yours, and you were able to feel his hot breath against your lips.

“Oh,” you hummed, your hands subconsciously dancing at the hem of his t-shirt. You watched his throat bob anxiously as you looked into his eyes.

It took everything in him to move away. He coughed awkwardly and then nodded toward the bed. “Come on, you need to rest.”

“Mhm,” you murmured, unable to move in a straight line. You kicked off your sandals, and pulled off your shirt with ease, leaving you only in your bra and that skimpy skirt seonghwa was looking at all night.

He watched as you walked, holding his breath without meaning to.

As you neared the bed, you reached back to unclip your bra, but you couldn't reach it. “Hwa?”

He was looking at the floor. “Hm?”

“Can you…” you paused, giving up on trying to get it off. “Take this off of me? It’s really uncomfortable.”

He blinked, his eyes wide. You couldn't see the confusion in his expression, but you heard the shakiness of his tone. “W-what? Your….bra?”

“Yeah.”

He didn't say anything else. He slowly walked over to where you were, and as his fingertips traced the middle of your back, you shivered under his touch.

He unclasped the hook, but held on to both ends of the bra, afraid to let it drop. “It’s done,” he whispered, backing up slightly.

You dropped the bra onto the floor and then reached to take off your skirt. As you slid it down your hips, you heard seonghwa nearly trip over his feet trying to turn away.

“Do you…always sleep naked?” he asked you, looking anywhere but where you were. You were way too drunk to care about what he sees, but you were also too tired to try. You fell onto the bed, your arm covering your breasts and your underwear still on.

“Fuck, y/n,” Seonghwa huffed, finally looking over and doing everything to not look where he shouldn't. He gently reached for the blanket, tossing it over you in one swift motion.

You shut your eyes tight, feeling his presence loom over you. He brushed away the stray hairs on your face and made sure you were laying on your side.

“.... I’m so screwed,” he muttered, giving you one last look before walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water.

A cold shower, especially knowing that there was a beautiful, nearly naked girl in the bed just outside the door.

The cold water ran down his body, giving him a rush of pain.

“Fuck,” he hissed, biting his lip as his attraction to you only worsened.

—

After his attempt to cleanse his messy thoughts, Seonghwa stepped out of the bathroom, towel hanging low on his hips. He hesitated before looking over at you, and after he got a good look at your pretty face, he made his way to his luggage, rooting in there for a t-shirt to toss on.

“...seong…hwa,” you moaned.

Moaned.

“....y/n?” he whispered, maybe thinking you were awake and needed something. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but that sounded too….sensual than just a normal tone.

“I…ugh,” you groaned, “don't stop, please. H…Hwa.”

Seonghwa raised his eyebrows, dropping the clothes he had in his hands, eyes wide.

“Seonghwa….”

Okay, that was the third time. You were most definitely dreaming about him….

“Oh…my…god.” Hwa gulped, cautiously standing up and backing away as far as he could from you.

Little did he know how detailed your dream was.

—

His hands snaked up your bare hips, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips were on your ear, biting, teeth clashing against your skin.

He thrusted into you, hard, his hips buckling as he moaned. You cried out his name, back arching, nails scratching. He fucked you hard, his forehead against yours, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“You like that?” he whispered, his tongue sliding into your mouth before you could answer. His sweat fell on your cheek, and you moaned out his name once more. You weren't sure how you got here, how this came about, or anything. All that mattered was that you were finally with him, the man you always thought you hated.

“…hwa,” you moaned, “fuck me harder.”

And as he slammed into you with even more force than before, his lips crashed onto yours, his black hair blocking your vision. You wanted more, and more and more—

“Y/n,”

“Just shut up and keep going,” you cried out.

“Y/N!”

You shot awake, gasping for air as your back hit the headboard. You breathed heavily, realizing that you were dreaming about all of that and that the real seonghwa was standing in front of you, shirtless, with an expression you weren't quite sure you’d ever seen before.

“Seonghwa, what—”

“S..stop it. Don't say my name,” he stuttered, looking anywhere but your body. He quickly tossed a t-shirt at you—his t-shirt. “Just put this on. The guys are down getting breakfast, so we gotta go.”

He quickly walked to his own luggage and grabbed a shirt for himself. You watched him as he tossed it on and slid on his shoes, and with one last awkward glance at you, he left the room in haste.

You were too scared to look down, hoping that you still had underwear on. You weren't too sure if that was a dream or not, but given the way he acted, it made you even more confused.

You felt the wetness between your thighs, clenching them with a sigh. You stood up, tossing on the bra that was laying on the floor as if it was thrown off of you.

After cleaning yourself up a bit, you made your way to the breakfast area on the first floor, immediately noticed by Hongjoong. “There you are! I was worried you weren't going to—” he stopped, noticing the shirt that was way too big on you. “That’s the shirt I got Hwa….”

Seonghwa cleared his throat, shoving a bagel into his mouth to distract himself.

You ignored him and sat down across from him and next to Mingi. You looked up, meeting eyes with the man you thought so filthily about, seeing a swipe of cream cheese on the bottom of his lip. You held back, knowing that it’ll just send you into another spiral if you pointed it out.

But when he stuck his tongue out to lick it off, you felt the tingle in your stomach once more, thinking back at the dream you had, and how his tongue caressed you in more ways than one.

He met eyes with you, his lips parting slightly. His gaze was much different than it ever has been. You've never seen him so….lost. His expression was conflicted, his eyes not leaving your lips.

Wooyoung smirked. “Did you guys fuck or something? What’s with the mood?”

“Wooyoung!” Hongjoong yelled.

“What? I’m just pointing out the obvious,” he shrugged.

“We didn't. Keep dreaming,” Seonghwa muttered lowly, taking another bite of his bagel.

Hongjoong huffed. “I don't want to imagine my sister and seonghwa in that way…that’s super weird.”

“Why?” seonghwa questioned, his tone serious. You looked at him, confused as to why he cared. It seemed like everyone else was just as confused as you. “Ahem, I mean…uh, is it that hard to imagine?” Seonghwa’s voice was shaky, his gaze hopping from Hongjoong to you.

It made your brother laugh. “Well, yeah. You guys hate each other, right?” he took a sip of his coffee before continuing. “It makes no sense for you to even see eye to eye, I couldn't imagine you two in any type of relationship. Maybe her and Mingi, out of everyone.”

Seonghwa dropped his bagel face down onto his plate. “Why Mingi? What’s so special about—”

“I’m right here guys….” Mingi tried to interrupt, but Seonghwa shot him a dangerous glare, causing the gentle giant to hold his tongue.

Hongjoong looked around at the boys awkwardly and picked up his fork to continue eating his eggs. “I’m just saying.”

This was too awkward. You kept stealing glances at Hwa as if he were a magnet. You assumed he felt similarly, because every time you looked, your eyes would meet, and then you would awkwardly stare for a moment too long before looking away.

And when he got up to get more food, you got up, too.

“We need to talk,” you whispered, coming right up next to him as he put a muffin on his plate. “Why are you acting weird?”

He sighed and continued to add food to his plate. “I’m not acting weird.”

As he moved to get a drink from the drink machine, you continued to follow him. “Did I do something wrong yesterday?” you gasped, holding a hand over your mouth as he still ignored you. “Did I kiss you? Dear god, I hope not—”

“No, you didn't,” he said quietly, walking back over to the table.

“Something must have happened, seonghwa—”

He stopped, nearly causing you to bump into his back. “Don't.” he paused, taking in a sharp breath, looking over his shoulder at you. “Don't say my name.”

You frowned in confusion, watching the muscles in his back move as he walked away. You couldn't remember your antics yesterday, but maybe you made him uncomfortable by sleeping nearly naked—he hated you, so you could only imagine how irritated he was.

“Listen, if it was because I was naked, I'm sorry—”

Everyone at the table looked up as you spoke, including seonghwa. He looked shy, a blush on his cheeks, and he sat down quickly and stuffed the muffin in his mouth.

“Naked?” Mingi laughed, looking from you to seonghwa suggestively. “Sounds awfully smutty, Seonghwa.”

“We didn't—” he groaned, running a hand down his face. “Nothing happened with us.”

“Mhm, okay,” San smirked. “Whatever you say. Anyway, we have a whole day out planned, so you two better get back to your normal selves or we won't have any fun.”

You really needed to talk to seonghwa, but it seemed like you'll be busy the whole day with the boys—and he didn't seem to be very interested in talking to you, anyway.

You tilted your head in curiosity.

“What are we doing?”

—

The day was eventful.

First, you went to the beach. Seemed innocent, until Seonghwa took off his shirt and got all soaking wet, sending you in a mess of thoughts and a mess below. He would look over at you, and wouldn't look away, paying intense attention to your body in a skimpy little bikini.

When you went to talk to him, he body-slammed you into the ocean, and normally you would've fumed, but this time, you enjoyed his hands on your bare skin.

After the beach, you walked along the boardwalk of shops and lots of food. You grabbed a popsicle, licking it without a thought, but when you felt an intense pressure on you, you looked over to see seonghwa looking at you with an expression you've never seen on him. His eyes were focused on your lips, his own lips curled up as he bit them. You continued to eat your popsicle, but couldn't stop looking at him.

When you tried to bring up last night, Hongjoong came over and took the rest of your pop, running away from you like a child.

At dinner, you sat at the far end of the table, as far away as possible from Seonghwa. It wasn't intended, but now there was no way you could talk, as everyone would hear your conversation.

You ate, feeling defeated. Maybe you should just forget about it.

It was still daylight after dinner. As the guys conversed about what to do next, San and Wooyoung decided to go their own way and walk the beach, which was just their code word for “shopping” for girls. Hongjoong agreed with them, shocking you since he was always hell-bent on not going off a schedule. You assumed he was just going to meet that girl he was with yesterday, but whatever, it just meant that you could be left alone with Seonghwa.

After those three left, it was only you, Seonghwa, and Mingi. Hwa stood with his hands in his pockets, awkwardly looking around as you stood outside the restaurant. Mingi was even more awkward, looking at you before speaking.

“Um, I’m just gonna go with Woo and San, so,” he breathed, looking to seonghwa now. “I’ll see you guys back at the hotel tonight.”

“Okay, Mingi,” you smiled. “See you later.”

You watched him leave and then looked at the boy standing next to you.

“So,” you tried to initiate conversation, but seonghwa started walking in the opposite direction from where everyone else went. You followed. “What should we do?”

“I’m going surfing,” he said blandly. “I don't know about you, though.”

“I’ll come with you,” you smiled, finally catching up to him. He let out an aggravated groan as you walked close to him. “Do you even know how to surf?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, of course, I do.”

“I’m just saying,” you noted, shrugging as you followed him. “You’re too….dainty. I feel like if you fell off you’d break every bone in your body.”

Seonghwa didn't react in any way you were hoping he would. Instead, he kept walking silently, until you reached the part of the beach where the surf shack was. Wetsuits were laid out, ready to be picked up, and surfboards stood tall through the sand and against the building. You stared in awe as you approached, seeing that there was no one else here but you two.

Finally, alone at last.

“Grab a suit if you’re gonna do this,” he pointed to them, raising an eyebrow when you stood there anxiously. “What? Don't you know how to surf?” he mocked.

You kicked at the sand, your hands behind your back. “Pff. yeah, of course, I….no. I don't.” you pleaded with your eyes sweetly, despite all of the dirty things you wanted to do to him. “Could you please teach me? Pretty please?”

He held his own suit close to his chest as he looked down at you. “Why should I?”

You stepped closer to him, causing him to step back cautiously. “Because I’m pretty?”

“Oh honey, who lied to you?” he joked.

“Please, Seonghwa?” you stressed his name, hoping to break him. You watched his eye twitch as you said it, reminding you of earlier when he told you not to say his name.

“Seonghwa seonghwa seonghwa seong—”

“Okay, fine! Jeez,” he huffed, tossing you a suit, only for it to hit you in the face. “Get dressed.”

You walked into the shack with him, going your separate ways at the locker rooms. Everything went smoothly until you tried to zipper the suit up, only being able to get it halfway. You pondered on asking seonghwa for help or completely turning into a contortionist, but after failing to do it yourself, you gave up and left the room to ask him.

Seonghwa stood amongst the surfboards, his lean body looking delicious in that surf suit. You nearly drooled looking at him.

“Hey,” you started, slowly approaching him as he picked out a board. “Can you help me zipper this?”

He turned to you, his expression conflicted as he saw you. You turned around, showing your exposed back, causing him to clear his throat. “O..okay.”

His delicate fingers brushed against the skin of your back, nearly causing you to shiver. You felt his breath hit the back of your neck as the zipper moved up and up until he zipped it completely.

“....There,” he said, swallowing. “You’re all good.”

He didn't move his hands until you pulled away from him, turning back around to face him. The silence was deafening, so you decided to break it.

“Seonghwa, about last night, what exactly happened—”

“Let’s just get started before the sun goes down,” he interrupted, looking anywhere but your eyes. “We’ll talk later.”

That was good enough for now. You watched him try to pick out a board, but he seemed extremely nervous. After a good bit of time, he grabbed a pink one, causing you to smile. Pink suited him so much, more than he’d probably like to admit.

“Let’s start with some basics,” he spoke smoothly, tossing the board down onto the sand. “Get on it. On your stomach.”

You lay down on the board, looking up at him for more directions. He taught you how to paddle with your arms, explaining that you'll have to dive under the waves sometimes if you were okay with doing that. You couldn't look weak now, especially not to him. So after the little training lesson, you were finally in the shallow water, sand already in every nook and cranny of you.

“Try to keep balance,” he said, his voice raspy. It wasn't the time to turn you on, but of course, he could do it just by his voice. “Keep your chest up.” his hand caressed your back, down your spine.

You looked up at him, his wet hair dripping down his face. You held back, as much as you could, from pouncing on him.

But when you fell off the board and got stuck underwater, you’ve never seen him so concerned before.

He grabbed you under your arms, pulling you back up and holding him to you while you coughed. You were perfectly fine—maybe a little too much water in the ears, but it was the least of your worries. What you cared about was the look on his face and the way he caged you to his body.

“y/n?” he rushed his hand over your face, pushing away your drenched hair so he could see you. “Are you okay?”

You coughed, blinking away the salt that infiltrated your eyes. Seonghwa noticed your distress and gently rubbed your face with the pad of his thumb.

“Don't rub your eyes,” he pushed your hand away, still not letting you go from his embrace. “You'll make it worse.”

“It hurts,” you mumbled, causing his look of worry to worsen. True, the salt started burning your eyes, but you couldn't get enough of his caring touch—maybe because he’s never shown this side of himself to you.

He took in an anxious breath as he looked around. “Maybe we should get back to the hotel,” he spoke softly, the sound of water filling your senses as you looked at him.

Everything about his appearance aggravated you—from the way his midnight hair draped his face, dripping with water down his cheeks, to the way his normally judgemental eyes seemed gentle and sweet. He looked kind, the type of man who would worship his lover like a queen, and all the time knowing him, you tried your hardest to only see him in a negative light.

Now, as he held you in the cold, sparkling ocean as the sun was setting, all you saw was your reflection in his eyes and all you felt was the undeniable pull to be with him. To touch him. To kiss him. To tell him that maybe, just maybe, you’ve always had a piece of him in your heart.

“Seonghwa, I…” you paused, ignoring the burn from the salt water. You watched his lips as they slowly parted, his eyes wide as he picked you apart. They looked at you differently, like they never looked at you before, and you wanted him to never stop looking at you.

The distance between the two of you was nonexistent—you saw every drop of water on his skin, and you were certain he was able to gather the meaning behind your gaze. If he did, he didn't say anything—he only looked back at you with those entrancing irises of his, a look you’ve never seen from him. He waited patiently for you to finish your sentence, but you had nothing else to say.

As your lips neared his, you heard his breath get caught in his throat, and you felt his embrace tighten around you. You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling, hoping that he would be the one to lean in and meet your lips.

He didn't.

Instead, his hands trailed down your back, the pink surfboard still floating next to you despite being forgotten. His breath was shaky as he touched you, but the moment ended too quickly as he shook himself out of his trance.

“I um, we should, you know,” he nodded towards the beach, even though you weren't too far out. “We should get back to the room.”

You slowly blinked at him, watching his expression stay the same despite the change of mind. He coughed, letting go of you, but then he grabbed your hand and the board before pulling you to shore.

The walk back was quiet. He didn't let go of your hand until you got back to the surf shack, and he reluctantly let go knowing you had to change.

You both were silent as you looked at each other, but the ache in your chest convinced you to break this tension.

Before you entered the changing room, you quickly turned back around to face seonghwa, who still stood with that….sex-charged expression on his face.

“….Stop looking at me like that,” you hummed, your chest heavy as he breathed in deeply. He looked at you with those bedroom eyes of his, half of his wetsuit already off. He looked deadly, which didn't help your desire.

He swallowed hard but tried his best to remain calm. “Like what?”

You took a step closer, reaching back to your zipper to pull it down just a little. You shrugged it down your bare shoulders, making sure he got to know that there was nothing else but you under that wetsuit once again.

And when you got as close as you could, you said the words you knew would be life or death for him.

“Like you want to fuck me,” you shrugged, acting all cool even though you were falling apart by the second. You were lucky you were at the surf shack at such a late time of day, and that no one else was here except you.

He choked on air, stepping away from you until his back hit the wall. You noticed how his chest rose and fell as he breathed in, and how delicious it would be to just lick him all over….

“I…” he gulped, but his eyes lingered on your shoulders and the curve of your breasts. “I don't know what you mean?”

You smiled through your haze, mind focused on getting to the bottom of his sudden change of attitude towards you. You reached out, gently guiding your hand down the plain of his chest, down his slim, but muscular waist. Oh, you couldn't get enough of him already.

You smirked. “Then tell me why you’ve been eye fucking me all day, or at least what happened last night, so I can understand.”

He blinked fast, looking from your lips, down your neck, to your bare shoulders.

“You…” he took in a sharp breath as your hands trailed down his body. “You sleeptalk.”

“I know that already,” you whispered, looking into his captivating gaze.

He leaned forward slightly, veins popping in his neck as he strained against his judgment. “I mean, you…kept moaning my name. I…I couldn't take it anymore….I can't take it anymore. Every time you speak I just want to fucking shut you up with my mouth for fucks sake.” he huffed, subconsciously gripping your hips as he grits his teeth. “You so annoying, so damn annoying, I can't—”

“Then take me,” you spoke against his lips. “Fuck me. Just like you did in my dreams.”

His forehead pressed against yours as you pushed him further against the wall.

“And how did I do that?” he growled, his fingertips tugging at your wetsuit. “Was I rough? Gentle?” he paused, lips pressed to your neck. “Did I make you say my name, or was that all you with that filthy little mouth of yours?”

You couldn't speak as his lips glided down your neck to your collarbone. He sucked on the skin there, roughly, causing you to suck in a sharp breath and run your hands through his dripping-wet hair.

You moaned, biting his earlobe. “I want you to tear me apart.”

He smirked against your skin, his eyes finally meeting yours.

“Rough it is, then.”

Without warning, he bit his lip hard as he pulled your wetsuit right down to your ankles, the water from his hair dripping onto your bare shoulders. He nearly growled as you stood in front of him, naked as ever, his gaze darkening before gripping the back of your neck to pull you to him.

As he sucked on your neck, you pulled down his suit with aggression, not quick enough for the hunger in both of your souls. His hot breath tickled your skin, his hands clawed at your hips, and his lips begged to kiss yours as you shoved him against the wall once again, skin on skin. He breathed heavily, his eyes dancing from your breasts to your waist, to your lips.

You gripped onto his hair, staring into his eyes for a moment before you locked your lips with his, tasting the saltiness of the ocean and the sweet warmth of his saliva. Your tongues fought for their lives, dancing as you deepened the kiss. Foreheads slamming, hands invading space. It was all over for your sanity the minute his long fingers glided against your core, his middle finger finding your clit and rubbing gently. His kisses were rough as his fingers delicately touched you, fueling the fire within you even more than it already was.

“Seonghwa,” you moaned against his ear, causing him to move his hand faster with a grunt. “Push them in me.”

He hissed, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pulled his hands away for a moment, only to suck his fingers in front of you before shoving them into you, curling them up inside you. You arched your back against him, crying out as his lips found yours once again.

He kissed you deeply as he made love to you with his hands, his fingers long enough to reach deep inside of you—but it wasn't enough. You bit his lip sharply as he fingered you, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I need your cock in me. Now.” you licked his jawline, watching him squirm in your embrace.

His cheeks were flushed red as he looked at you, his eyes looking as if he were intoxicated. “I…fuck,” he sucked in a breath, kissing you as his fingers moved faster and faster. “Okay.”

As he pulled his fingers out of you, he licked them once more, his eyes on yours seductively.

“You taste so good.” he moaned, his mouth parted. He then lifted you up, walking you over to the table of waxed surfboards in the middle of the room. Shoving everything off with one hand, he threw you onto the wood, causing you to let out a little grunt.

“You’re so sexy,” he leaned over you, slamming your hands above your head before silencing your moans with a rough kiss. “So fucking sexy, you have no idea how long I wanted to shove my dick inside you.” His words were like gasoline to your fire, causing you to cry out in a whimper for him to do exactly what he said he would do. You kept your mouth shut as he tugged you to the edge of the table, lining up his hard-on to enter you.

After a look of longing, he spit onto his fingers and rubbed them onto his cock and your heat, his chest falling and rising with his heavy breathing. He then buried himself inside you, deeply, causing your breath to hitch. He was even bigger than your dreams, tearing apart your expectations of his skills. You tried your best to free your arms from his hold, but as he moved in and out of you, you had lost the desire to escape it. You really liked the feeling of his fingernails tearing into your skin.

“Ah,” he whimpered, his hips rocking quickly, his eyes shut tight. His thrusts were deep, not slowing down for a second.

Your legs curled around his shoulders, his one arm holding your hands and his other piercing into your ankle. He grunted as he pumped into you, tearing at your insides, feeling him fill you up. “Hwa,” you groaned, back arching in pleasure. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He grunted in response, speeding up faster as his hips slammed into yours. You felt him quiver inside you, precum dripping into you without a care. You loved the feeling, you didn't care about the risks in the moment.

You climaxed without warning, your legs tightening around his head. He kept muttering your name over and over again against you, kissing the skin of your ankles as he continued to fuck the living shit out of you. You started to see stars as he nearly cracked your spine, and right before he nearly came, he flipped you over onto your stomach without ever leaving you.

Your face was shoved against the wood of the table, the sweet smell of sex enveloping your senses. You cried out his name as he gripped onto your hips, moving faster as his own orgasm came close. His lips met the small of your back, his fingers gripped your ass with haste.

“I’m going to come,” he mumbled, his voice raspy. “Can I come in you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Come inside me.”

As if your words stirred something within him, he immediately moved in shorter movements, his grip on your ass tightening as his orgasm came. His breathing shallowed as he came into you, filling you up with his cum. You let out one last moan as you felt his warmth, and he kissed the back of your neck as he finished.

He pulled out of you slowly despite how rough he was—he could've been rougher, but you didn't want him to think of you as the insane slut everyone thought you were.

Even though you only ever slept with others because you couldn't have him.

And now…..what comes next?

He helped you sit back up to a normal position, and when he saw the dark, purple bruises on your neck and collarbone, he gasped. “Oh, I’m sorry,” his fingers gently brushed against your hot skin as if he didn't just totally destroy you. “I kind of….went crazy, didn't I?”

You smiled up at him in a daze, both your cheeks blushed in embarrassment and enjoyment. “I like crazy.”

He paused, standing proudly in front of you with that delicious body of his. You sighed in contentment, a lazy smile on your lips. “I dreamt of this. Literally.” you reached out to him, pulling his lips down to yours. He kissed them softly, opening his mouth wide as he made out with you. You didn't want to pull away, but as the thought of you both having sex in a public surf shack came to your mind, you pulled away quickly, startling him.

“Um, so,” you laughed awkwardly. “Should we head back now? We are kind of in a public place….”

Seonghwa looked around, smirking as he leaned forward on the table, kissing you once more. “It was kind of thrilling, not gonna lie.”

You leaned into his embrace, his hands caressing your back romantically. “So,” you whispered against his lips. “We should get back. And this time, you better sleep in the bed with me.”

“Oh, baby, I plan on doing more than just sleeping.”

—

After countless rounds of ‘sleeping’, you ended up waking up late in Seonghwa’s embrace, his lips pressed against the curve of your shoulder as he held you. He quite literally rocked you all night long, and you even discovered his love for reverse cowgirl—making him come within two minutes of the fifth round.

Now, as you lay in his arms while he slept, you finally felt content. He was all you ever wanted, even though your words said otherwise this whole time of knowing him.

“Hey,” you turned around in his embrace, pressing your lips against his forehead. “Seonghwa.”

“Hm?” he grumbled sleepily, his eyes blinking open to meet yours.

You smiled, running a hand through his messy hair. “We should get up. The others are probably waiting for us in the lobby.”

“Ugh, why?” he groaned, holding onto you tighter. “ I don't want to leave this bed today. Or ever.”

You giggled, pecking his lips. “Come on, Hwa. I really would like to get a tan on the sand today.”

His eyes were wide open now, but he blinked slowly from his sleepiness. “We barely got any sleep,” he huffed, shoving his head into your shoulder. “And I can't kiss you in front of everyone, I can't wait the whole day to touch you.”

You grinned chaotically.

“Who says we have to hide it?”

—

“Dear lord,” Wooyoung huffed, sitting with his arms crossed at the beach. “Are they ever going to stop and come up for air?”

Your friends sat on towels on the sand, while you sat on Seonghwa’s lap as you made out with him. His hands gripped your face as he stuck his tongue in your mouth, both of you having no care for those around you.

“I knew this was going to happen,” San mumbled with a smirk, elbowing Wooyoung playfully. “Just let them have their fun. It’s been a long time coming.”

“Pfft,” Woo scoffed, looking at how seonghwa touched you.

“I always thought I would be the one tapping that.”

“Wooyoung shut the fuck up.”

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