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Kinktober '24: Dry Humping | Kwon Soonyoung

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x GN!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact)

Summary: Soonyoung is impatient and really just loves being close to you

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: dry humping, petnames, exhibitionism if you squint, implications/references to shower sex, lots of sloppy making out

A/N: I tried really hard to keep this one gender neutral, if I missed anything let me know! Enjoy

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Soonyoung was a good person, really he was. At least, he thought that he was. He hadn't cheated on an exam except that one time in that one stupid calculus class, and he never smoked. He drank sometimes, but everyone did that. He never forgot his mom's birthday, he always washed the dishes before they filled up the sink, and he tried really hard to remember to make his bed before going about his day.

So, as far as he was concerned, he was a good person. So what, he wondered, did he do to have you sitting in his lap so pretty and innocent in front of all of his friends, wiggling around as you played against Wonwoo and Vernon in Mario Kart. He should have been focused on being proud of you for being the only one at the little party that had managed to beat the two for first place, but he was so hard -- no, it was hard to focus when he could feel how warm you were on top of him. Fuck, he was going crazy and he couldn't even ask you to move because he knew you'd give him that cute little pout and whine at him for making you leave your cozy seat. Not to mention that he'd then be running the risk of everyone in the room knowing that you had him worked up beyond any logic.

So instead he just gripped your hips tighter and pulled you closer to his chest, burying his face in your neck.

"Baby, can we go home?" He asked quietly once the game had finished, his two friends sulking about you managing to come in first place after what Vernon insisted was an 'illegal play'. You turned to look at him, a tiny frown on your face as you reached up to feel his forehead.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well?" You asked him, and he flushed at your pure reaction. He wasn't sure how you managed to never realize you were turning him on, but it only served to turn him on more. He shook his head a little, leaning up to kiss you. You made a tiny sound of surprise against his lips, which, unfortunately for Soonyoung, shot straight to his dick. He would have kept kissing you like that if Seungkwan hadn't come back from the kitchen.

"Get a room!" He shouted, face pulled into a dramatic expression of disgust. Soonyoung grinned at the statement, pressing another kiss to your lips before pushing you to stand up and quickly following suit. Even once you were standing, he stayed pressed close to you. It was partially because of his raging hard-on, but also just because he craved being pressed up against you so bad that it hurt. And, no matter how much his friends teased the two of you, they were very used to him being clingy and equally as grateful to have you around to satiate him.

"Good idea. See you guys later." He said, walking you quickly towards the door and landing a few kisses to your neck and jaw. You squealed, trying to steady yourself enough to slide your shoes on.

"Soonyoung! It's impolite to leave in such a rush." You swatted at his arms that were still hooked around your middle, but he knew you weren't mad at him with the way you were giggling. "Say goodbye properly."

Soonyoung looked over his shoulder, a proud smile on his face.

"Bye losers." He joked, earning a few shouts from his friends that made everyone laugh. You waved over his shoulder, saying goodbye and letting him pull you out the door.

"What has gotten into you?" You asked through your laughter, pushing him away so you could look at him properly. He let you, but only so he could turn you around to press you up against the wall by the door, still entirely in the open of the hallway of the apartment building.

"You're so pretty," He whined, lips finding yours. You brought your hands up, cupping his face and pulling him in deeper, your tongue passing his lips and getting a taste of the desperation on his tongue. He groaned, hands sliding down your hips to pull one of your thighs up around his hips, opening you up for him to slot his hips against yours.

You sighed out into the kiss, his mouth growing sloppy against yours like he always did when he got a feeling of you, like his mind couldn't keep up with both things at once. He rutted his hips forward against yours, feeling the heat radiating off of you even through the several layers of clothes keeping him from you. He groaned, pulling away to mouth down your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses and tiny red marks from where he nipped at your skin.

"Soonyoungie," You sighed, one hand dragging through his hair, head tipped back against the wall. He looked up at you, then had to close his eyes because fuck he could cum just like this. You looked so fucking pretty, hips canting into his like you needed him. God, he wanted you to need him.

"What baby?" He mumbled, one hand gripping the thigh around his hip, the other holding your waist so he could drag you into him. He grunted quietly, breaths coming out in low pants. You whimpered.

"We gotta," You squeezed your eyes shut. "Let's go, we gotta go."

You tugged at his hair, enough to make his scalp sting and turn his face up to you.

"Please take me home," You added. And just like that, he was a goner. He let your leg back down, taking your hand in his, and dragging you out of the building.

Getting back to your shared apartment proved fairly difficult with Soonyoung utterly incapable of keeping his hands off of you. By the time he had you pressed against the bed, he was throbbing in his pants, and his mind felt like it was fully liquified. The only thing he could begin to think about was you, and how pretty you looked under him like this.

He'd managed to strip both of you of your shirts, bare chests pressing together as he melted into the desperate kiss the two of you were sharing. He whined into your mouth, propped up one one arm and fighting his jeans off with the other hand. You just made yourself content letting your tongue mingle with his, your hands running the toned length of his chest and stomach, then back again, digging your nails into his side and reveling in the broken grunts it earned you.

Finally he managed to strip himself of his pants, his underwear the only thing keeping his cock from pressing up against you properly. He sat back, and you pouted at the loss, but he didn't pay it too much mind, because he manhandled you enough to tug your shorts down, leaving you in just your own ruined underwear.

"Wanna feel you like this," He mumbled, reaching down to touch you through the fabric and watching the way your face immediately softened with pleasure. You nodded, reaching up to grab his shoulders and pulling him closer to him. You didn't even care how he touched you, you just needed to feel him, to have his weight bearing down on you.

He laid himself over you, propping himself up on an elbow and using the other arm to drag you closer to him. The outline of his cock pressed perfectly against you, and you gasped quietly, hips rocking tentatively into his. Pleasure jolted through the both of you, driving him to give another experimental roll of his hips. The feeling was so dull, a slow build as he rocked against you. It was so warm and harsh, every thrust of his hips into yours simultaneously feeling so perfect and so wholly not enough. You gripped at him, fingertips dragging against his back while he pressed his face against your shoulder.

Your room was filled with desperate pants and moans of each others names, the both of you rutting against each other like animals in heat. There was hardly a rhythm, just a desperate grind and drag of your bodies against each other.

"Fuck, Soonyoung," You gasped, your thighs beginning to shake at sides as he fucked against you. He could feel your arousal through the fabric of both of your underwear, and it was driving him absolutely insane. He let out a broken moan, his voice turning into a squeak to match your pathetic little whine as you were rocketed into your orgasm.

The feeling hit you like a train, your breath catching and your hips rolling desperately into his which only served to push him over the edge into his own orgasm. He found your lips again; messy, and desperate and all tongue, and teeth, and spit as he tried to muffle his sounds with the taste of you. You pulled away from him, head falling back onto the pillows and a look of pure bliss washing over your face. He smiled, peppering kisses over your cheeks and across your nose which pulled a grin out of you.

"We made a mess," You said after a few minutes of his undivided attention.

"We can shower." He answered, leaving a quick series of kisses against your lips.

"You just want shower sex." You argued lightly. He didn't argue back.

"Irrelevant," He said, kissing you one more time. "But we should still shower."

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