hoshykitty

[hoshykitty]

we all know rin would speed up if it was nezha

[hoshykitty]

ᢉ𐭩 dogsitting latte. jealous soonie. drunk confession. fluff!

soonyoung didn’t have time to spare for anyone that wasn't in his immediate orbit. he’s booked and busy, schedule stitched tightly together with every minute accounted for. he barely even had energy to think about going out to meet someone new.

it’s not like he’s lonely. on the contrary, there was too many names and faces he’d meet, too many admissions of love and hands reaching for him in airports. he’s always surrounded, never truly alone. but it’s when the lights dimmed and the crowd disappeared that the silence blanketed him.

on such a night he’d crawl into bed with latte curled into his side, tiny snores puffing against his ribs, and sigh. those were the moments he wished there was someone else there — someone to keep up with latte’s insatiable need for attention, sure, but also someone to keep the other side of his bed warm. to soften the quiet with their voice.

that wish came true in the most unassuming way. concert preparations were ramping up and his sister had to back out of looking after latte since something unexpected had come up. before soonyoung could even start to whine, she was already recommending a friend of hers who loved dogs and could babysit latte. that friend was you.

the first time you came over, you’d instantly earned the latte stamp of approval. she chose you immediately — bounding into your arms like she’d been waiting her whole life for you. soonyoung had stood there, suitcase in one hand, mouth agape like a dumb fish. you were crouched on the floor, cooing over latte, her tail thumping wildly against the hardwood, and for a moment he felt a tug in his chest that had nothing to do with leaving for work.

you also had his approval, just by the way. if it mattered.

he was almost angry that his sister hadn’t introduced you two sooner. you matched his energy so well (even better actually, since he’d been tripping over his own words). at first, he thought his sister didn’t want to share her witty, gorgeous friend — but he started to realise why once he finally settled in the first city of the tour. she was hiding you from soonyoung for his own good.

it started cordial and light: texting brief updates about latte. whenever you took her for a walk or out to eat. you’d send him blurry pictures of her sprawled in ridiculous positions on the rug, captions like she misses you, promise! he’d respond with about fifty heart emojis (with tigers thrown in there too), grinning down at his phone in crowded dressing rooms like he doesn’t have shit to do.

then came the facetimes. at first, they were all about latte — flipping the camera to show her curled up in your lap or scratching at the front door. but that brief moment where the screen captured your pretty smile, that’s what soonyoung always looked forward to when he picked up.

and sure enough, it started to shift. no thanks to the excessive amount he’d steer conversations to how you were doing too.

the camera lingered on you for just a moment longer. he called even when you sent a photo of latte fast asleep. and eventually, it became just your voice he wanted to hear while he sat in dark hotel rooms, only latte’s faint snores audience to it all as you talked about the day you had.

he found himself sneaking glances at his phone between rehearsals, smiling down at your texts while the others groaned or teased. it even earned him a scold from their leader since he’d been far too distracted, attention preoccupied while he was supposed to be working. soonyoung couldn’t even deny it. all he wanted was to spend all day in bed on the phone to you, if not just fly back home and run into your arms much like latte did. he was so helplessly falling for a girl who was just doing his sister a favour and he didn’t even care.

once he did find himself in a brief break, he was booking the next plane ticket back. soonyoung insisted that he take you out for a drink, just a little thank-you for taking care of latte so well.

though, in the months you’d been getting to know each other, soonyoung had neglected to mention his piss poor alcohol tolerance.

three shots in and he was slumped against the table, glassy-eyed and clinging to every word you said like it was permission to breathe. by the fourth he was crying. floods of tears streaming down his cheeks as he sobbed into his jacket sleeve. you tried to soothe him with a hand on his back, but it only made him remember how bad he’s wanted your warmth, and to your horror he starts crying even harder.

“you only like me for latte!” he blurted, voice wobbling pitifully.

your face scrunched in utter confusion. it softened once you met his eyes, all big and pleading. “soonie, where has this come from?”

you’re tipsy enough yourself that the nickname slips, but he’s too caught up in his sobs to even notice. “i wish you wanted me back,” he hiccupped miserably, “wish you weren’t just here because you wanna steal my dog…”

you actually had to stifle a laugh. he was too drunk to think straight, but you reached over anyway, brushing the damp clumps of hair sticking from his face. “let’s talk about this when you’re sober, okay?”

he near wailed, dragging his sleeve down his face dramatically. “but you’re gonna reject meeee!”

the only way to shut him up was leaning across the table and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. he fossilised into place — staring at you with wide, comically dumbfounded eyes, his hand immediately smacking over the exact spot your lips had been like he needed to preserve it.

“i like you too soonie,” you reassure him gently. “we’ll do something about this when you’re in the right headspace, yeah?”

“do what?” his head perked up instantly, like latte to hearing the word treat. his eyes shifted into something akin to desperation, hands clasping together as he leaned forward in a beg. “like, will you let me fu—”

you clapped your palm over his mouth before he could embarrass himself any further. “tomorrow, soonie.”

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[hoshykitty]

about you ⌁ k.sy [m]

— synopsis: things between you and soonyoung never really end. sometimes you're up all night on the phone, sometimes you make it past the message plans you've been putting off and end up in his bed. It's really up to you, soonyoung has never been anything but about you. – genre: idiots exes to ??? ; angst, fluff. — pairing: ex-boyfriend!kwon soonyoung x fem!reader – word count: 6.1k — rating: 18+. minors do not interact. – warnings: a little rushed but general pining, swearing, they're stupid. mentions of dick jokes because i'm just a silly gal. — what to listen to: no one noticed - the marías ; undressed - sombr ; soft spot - keshi. – author's note: green dividers by @/saradika-graphics. this is for @aeristudios. i'm not very good at sentimental expressions face-to-face, and i did write this in one sitting but i hope this is enough to show that i appreciate you dearly. i know i'm a little late in the day but happy birthday aeris! ♡

YOU AND SOONYOUNG WERE NEVER REALLY OVER.

It was one of the more annoying parts of your tumultuous relationship, knowing that your breakup had been so amicable that he would still come over unannounced. Sometimes you were making dinner and yelling at him to get out, other times you were sprawled on your couch and he cleaned your entire apartment — but most of the time, you just co-existed. He'd lay on the floor in front of your coffee table and flip through whatever Netflix had to offer, and you'd wind up right next to him within ten minutes of him choosing a movie, popcorn bowl in hand.

Your friends found this…odd. To say the least.

From Jeonghan being the master of ghosting to Mingyu filling his time with hobbies to force himself to move on from every relationship he's ever had — the fact that you and Soonyoung dated for six years and then seemingly broke up despite not…actually? Breaking up?

Or ever falling out of love.

It was like sorcery to them. It was strange to see two people they thought would once marry, move their things out of their shared apartment and move in to new ones in opposite directions. And yet: still met every Tuesday for a lunch date, still grocery shopped together, still called and asked if the other wanted something before leaving a favorite spot.

One could say it's healthy, it's friendship, it's being amicable so things aren't awkward. It's only been six months since, anyway.

Others have more to say than normal, despite not having better coping mechanisms.

"It's unhealthy," Seungcheol scoffed, rooting around in your pantry for the protein powder he stashed. Your apartment was closer to his gym, and he let himself in while you were getting ready for work — or slam into you like he did today, sweaty and gross, right as you were exiting in your nicely pressed blouse. Thus, making you late — because you'd rather die than go to work smelling like Choi Seungcheol and zero bitches.

"I don't care what you, of all people, have to say about my dynamic with Soonyoung. You kept half your exes on the hook so long that one of them started believing they were invited to the group hangouts. And then you turned into a gym rat after you dated half the city and couldn't find a nice girl within a 10-mile radius. If I were you, I'd drink my protein shake and shut the hell up." You scoff from your living room, your fingers annoyingly not cooperating with you as you tried to button a new blouse. He snorts from the kitchen, stepping out as you let out a frustrated breath.

"It's not just me that says it, you know that." His voice is too saccharine for your taste, making you scowl as he reaches to button your shirt for you. You allow it, letting him smooth your collar with a knowing look. "I say it because I'm your friend, Y/N." "What, everyone else says it because they're assholes? I know it's not a regular thing, Cheol, but it's not like Soonyoung and I were the most normal couple anyway." You run a hand over your face, checking your watch with your tongue in your cheek. "I'm late. You'll lock up, right?"

You're grabbing your purse without an answer from him, only for your phone to buzz with an incoming call in your pocket. You fish it out as Seungcheol beelines back for the kitchen, the creak of a cabinet followed by an aha! as you answer the call without looking.

"Hello?" You wave at Seungcheol, who gives you a cute smile before you slip out the front door.

"You and me, lunch at Amato's. Whaddya say?" It's Soonyoung, the sound of his stupid stereo blaring in the background. You're not sure if it's his car or if he's at the studio, but either way, it's way too early to hear Thong Song by Sisqo.

"You call me at…8:32 on a Tuesday morning while blasting a sex song to ask if I want to get lunch at Amato's? You've gotta give the bit up at some point, Hosh." You roll your eyes as if he can see you, barreling down the stairs of your complex as he laughs on the other end. You practically sprint to your car, the sky rumbling above you.

"You don't have to call me that, you know. You can just keep calling me Soonie." "We're broken up, you fool. What's the point of pet names without the pet?" "You never told me you were into that—"

"I'm not! God, you're so annoying." You fumble with your door handle, popping it open just as a fat drop of rain lands on your head. You clench your teeth, throwing your bag into your passenger seat as another laugh comes through the staticky call.

"So…Amato's? Yes or no, babe." "Call me babe again, and I'll make sure your 'meatballs' are on the menu—" "Hey, hey! I need those!"

"You're disgusting. Pick me up at noon, if you're late even by a minute I'll have lunch with Jihoon." You hang up before he can reply, taking a deep breath before shoving your keys into the ignition. Cranking the ignition, the engine doesn't start.

"Wonderful. Wonder-fucking-ful." You rub your face, letting out a suffocated scream into your palms before leaning against your horn. "This is fine."

You grab your bag, pulling it over your shoulder with a sniff, turning your nose up as you slam back out of it. Your hand on your hip, you kick your tire rim when Seungcheol's voice rings out behind you.

"Need a ride?" "On a real cowboy, damn it. Can you spare or will you be late?"

You hold a file folder over your head, the sprinkles of rain splattering against it as he grins, rounding the car to open the door for you. You give him a grateful smile, slipping in quickly and shutting his door as he makes his way around. He slides into the driver's side, half-finished protein shake in hand (a cup you'll know you won't get back) when he stills. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, pressing his knuckle into the car's start button before looking over at you.

"It's Tuesday." "…It is. Lots of meetings. Already running late." "You're having lunch with Soonyoung, huh?"

"Will you fuck off?" You sink into the passenger seat, crossing your arms on your chest with a petulant kick of your feet. Seungcheol's stereo turns on, blasting Cupid's Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes through the local radio station.

"Fitting, isn't it?" "Fuck off, Seungcheol."

His laughter fills your ears as he pulls out of the lot.

"You're late." Jihoon calls as you scurry past him, making you scowl.

"Andyou're annoying. Let me be, will you? It's pouring out there." You spit, shucking off your soaked sweater. Grimacing, you shove into a drawer in your desk, settling at your desk as the cold air hits your back.

"Here."

You look up to see Jihoon holding a folded blanket over the divider between your desks. You raise a brow, and he rolls his eyes before tossing it onto your keyboard.

"Just take it. Soonyoung'll have my head if I let his girlfriend freeze." "I'm not his girlfriend anymore, Jihoon."

"That's not what he thinks." Jihoon grouses, making you roll your eyes as you grab the blanket off your keyboard. You wrap it around your shoulders after shaking it out, tonguing your cheek as you sign into your computer. "Speaking of Soonyoung, where are you guys going for lunch today? Just so I don't bump into you."

You snort, looking up from your monitor to see Jihoon staring down at a thick file in his hands, his brows furrowed as he tapped a pen on his lips.

"What makes you think I'm going to lunch with Soonyoung today?"

He looks up, a confused glaze over his eyes as he gestures to the air with his pen.

"It's Tuesday? You guys always go on a lunch date on Tuesdays." He speaks slowly, giving you an insulted look before glancing back down at his file. You blink, before he stands abruptly. "I've got a bone to pick with Mingyu. Let me know when I get back, because I was thinking Amato's today and I don't want to see you guys sharing a bowl of spaghetti a la Lady and the Tramp."

Your reply is caught in your throat as Jihoon whizzes by, his cologne filling your nose as you stare at your keyboard. It was a light purple, a gift from Soonyoung weeks before the two of you started dating all those years ago. Your eyes travel up, the picture on your monitor big and bright in your vision — you, Soonyoung and his dog, Latte, in the middle of a park. You had a beef stick in your hand, and Latte managed to bite it right as Soonyoung took the photo.

It was hers after that.

You feel an odd sensation in your stomach as you clear your throat, opening the employee portal and logging on.

Username: useryn@pledisfinance.com Password: KwonSoonyoung061596!$

Your hands still over the Enter button. You blink once, twice, three times before pressing it — the portal opening and your chest feeling tight as you fumble around for your water bottle. Another gift from Soonyoung, right before the breakup — one you can't stop yourself from using, lest his little minions (re: Seokmin and Seungkwan) report back to him and say they saw you drinking out of a cup instead of the insulated forty-ounce water bottle in baby blue.

You sit momentarily, popping the straw out of the bottle as you glance around the rest of your desk. A framed photo of Latte, another of Latte and Soonyoung, and one of you and him the first time you went to the county fair — sitting in a Ferris Wheel, fear evident in his eyes as you both posed for the camera. You remember him throwing up right after — and you mourned the loss of sixteen dollars worth of frozen mango margaritas. It was a good memory nevertheless, one of the last dates before the two of you sat down and talked about your relationship with no bounds.

Soonyoung had brought it up first — talks of lack of quality time because of your jobs, one he quit shortly after dating you because it was a breach of contract to date within the company. He used his savings to open a dance studio downtown, only two and a half blocks from your office building. That was why you had Tuesday lunch dates, and that was why you'd gotten used to barreling downstairs on Thursday afternoons to see him leaning on his motorcycle with an extra helmet and riding pants for you.

That was how you managed to spend time together. A busy manager at a financial office where everyone but your friends were incompetent and a new small business owner fighting for his spot in the Top 10 Dance Studios on Tripadvisor didn't have much time to spare, even for those they loved most. He brought up a break, a moment to come home late without feeling the ache in his chest at seeing you were already asleep. He brought up a pause, a step back for you to realize if you really wanted to keep feeling your stomach sink knowing he was going to be late picking you up from work on Thursday evenings.

It was you who pulled the plug entirely.

Neither of you cried. You didn't say anything for a full ten minutes, actually — you both sat in your then-shared dining room, glasses of liquor full in front of you before one of you laughed. You don't remember who, but suddenly the room was full of giggles and Soonyoung stood up to plant a soft kiss on your hairline.

"We should go apartment hunting. It'll be bad for us to stay here if we're broken up."

He cleaned the table, and you both ordered takeout to eat in front of the television, sitting thigh to thigh. You went to bed together, your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and soft I love yous were whispered before you fell asleep. The next week was full of impromptu apartment tours together, correcting agents when they asked if you were together and picking each other's furniture out during breaks in between packing boxes.

You think that was why the split was so clean.

It seemed like there wouldn't be an end to you and Soonyoung anyway — your relationship only being a quick knot in the road that was a lifelong friendship. Your pinkies were linked as you dragged each other through hardware stores, picking new paint colors and you'd complain about sore backs to one another after helping build IKEA furniture. He'd make you stay on his bed and take the couch if you were over too late, he'd make warm breakfast and send you on your way with a full tumbler of tea.

He'd hug you so tight, you wondered if he wanted to let go. If he was reluctantly letting go, and if that was what kept you both so tethered to one another.

It wasn't that you didn't love Soonyoung. You did.

You do.

Talks of marriage were few and far between, but they were lengthy. Conversations about rings, dream venues, how he wanted to wear a nice pink tie instead of the regular black. How he wanted camellias and you wanted hydrangeas, and how you compromised by saying both at the exact same time. You expressed your distaste for stuffy ballrooms, and he eagerly wrapped his arms around you with the admittance of wanting a semi-outdoor celebration.

You looked at rings together. Sapphires, emeralds, infinity bands and even mentions of his mother's 10-carat ring — nothing really caught your eye until he came home from his week-long birthday trip back to his parents' place, one you missed to take care of something a bunch of rookies screwed up at work. He tried to play it cool, he tried to be nonchalant — before popping his suitcase open two days after arriving to reveal a velvet box buried beneath his underwear.

A simple gold band, and a pretty round-cut diamond sitting in the prongs with two sets of three smaller rubies nestled against the sides. With an impish smile, he set it down on the dresser for the two of you to stare at, your hand tight around his as you swallowed nervously.

"Is that—" "I didn't think. I just saw it and I bought it." "…Is this you proposing?"

That conversation was had three years into your relationship, two days after his birthday dinner at Jeonghan's restaurant in downtown. You were both dressed to the nines, all fitted black dress and his nice tie — only to leave the restaurant after and pull through a Wendy's drive-thru with grumbling bellies.

It never came up again. The ring sat on his side of the dresser, among his colognes, and mocking you every morning until you woke up and you weren't sharing an apartment with him anymore. It was then that you finally cried — loud enough that your director didn't question you when you reluctantly called off work, hard enough that you could hardly breathe and long enough that Soonyoung seemingly felt a disturbance in the force and swung by after work.

He too, broke down then. He held you close, promising it wasn't forever. Promising that things would work themselves out, that he'd find a way, that things would change. Linking his pinky finger to yours in a juvenile vow that it was you and him to the ends of the earth — even if it wasn't him in your bed every night, even if you found somebody new.

Even if it hurt him to think that way.

That night ended with him laying on the floor next to your bed, holding your hand over the edge as you slept. He didn't leave until morning, leaving breakfast and a note that said see you next week tucked into a packed lunch bag. You didn't cry about it again, instead getting dressed for work and hiking the bag over your shoulder with your purse.

You decided you'd distance yourself a bit after that, and you assumed it was what Soonyoung would want, too — until you stepped outside on Thursday evening that same week, seeing your ex-boyfriend slow to a stop in front of your office building. He pulled his helmet off, black hair falling into his eyes as he turned to see you standing a few feet away.

It wasn't like you weren't expecting it. You'd taken a rideshare to work that morning out of habit, charging the fifteen dollars to Soonyoung's credit card on the app.

Whether you like it or not, Soonyoung's got you in a grip you're not so sure you want to be freed from. It's like his fingers hold the oxygen you need, wrapped tight around your throat but fully willing to let go. Fully able to let go, but refusing to because you've got him the exact same way.

Soonyoung doesn't know a life that isn't all about you. He'd gone to college with you after meeting you his senior year of high school, he'd landed two internships with you back to back, he'd gotten you both hired at Pledis Finance and he left so you'd get your promotion and he'd still get to be your boyfriend. He opened his business, he made good money and he tried to make more time for the two of you now that he was his own boss. He tried everything, even pulling strings at your job to get you off early every few Fridays — and it worked. Soonyoung's life is having his cake and eating it, too, and it's all about you.

"Ugh."

You click out of the portal on your screen, moving to settings and removing the photo of you and Soonyoung with a default screensaver.

"Yowch, chaos in utopia? Did Boyfriend leave the stove on again?"

You hear Wonwoo behind you, before the heat of his chest is right next to the back of your chair. You scowl, swatting your hand over your shoulder and brushing the collar of his shirt as he snickers.

"He's not my boyfriend, Jeon. Shut up." "Well, he's certainly something. And speaking of him, he's moping in the group chat about how you hung up on him earlier. You might wanna get him to shut up before Minghao kicks him out again."

You shove Wonwoo's shoulder behind you, only earning more mischievous giggles as he practically skipped away, and you glanced at the photos on your desk. A moment passes before you grab all of them and shove them into a drawer with a clatter, before the buzz of your phone catches your attention.

NEW! [3] Messages In: After Hours 🍸 Soonyoung 💘: she hung up on me! Cheol: dude we do not care Jihoon: retweet ^

You tongue your cheek, quickly clicking around before shooting the message off and tossing your phone in the very same drawer. A hoot is heard across the office, but you only open your portal again and take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus.

Message To: After Hours 🍸 ↳ Replying to: Kwon Soonyoung YOU: minghao can you boot him plz

NEW! [2] Messages In: After Hours 🍸 Hao: with pleasure Kwon Soonyoung: hey!!! Hao has removed Kwon Soonyoung from the group.

NEW! [2] Messages from: Kwon Soonyoung [11:58 AM] ditching the bike. coming to get you on foot since amato's is a block away. [12:01 PM] where are you? i'm outside.

"You're not very funny, you know."

Soonyoung is pouting as you tuck your hands into your jacket pockets, your heels clicking against the pavement as he falls into lockstep besides you. You bite back a smile, shrugging your shoulders as he drapes his arm over them and pulls you into his side. You don't touch him, giving him a sideways glance as your hand clenches in your pocket — usually tucked into the back pocket of his jeans.

"I'm hilarious, thank you. Where's the bike?" "Reducing my carbon footprint. Add me back to the group or you pay for your own alfredo."

"I can afford a fifteen dollar plate of alfredo pasta, Soonyoung." You snort, only for him to stomp his foot as you reach the crosswalk.

"You shouldn't have to, though. Why can't you just let me love you?" He grumbles, and you feel your heart sink just a bit as the light changes, allowing you to cross quickly.

"I have let you love me, and I continue to let you in this weird little situation we have going on. If you wanna pay for my lunch, be my guest." You shrug again, seeing the blinking red sign of Amato's come into view. "How's work? Still struggling with that 3 PM client?"

"I don't get lunch with you to talk shop." He scoffs, his hand on your shoulder swiping your collarbone. "How's your back? If it still hurts I can get you in with Chan at the massage spa. Great guy, always uses this really nice almond oil."

"Pft, no thanks. My back is fine, Mingyu got me a pillow for my desk chair." You pat your back unceremoniously, and Soonyoung's lip juts out in a pout.

"You let Mingyu buy you things?" "Don't get jealous, it's not a good look on you."

"'M not jealous." He mutters, "just wondering what a twerp like him has to offer you."

"That twerp is our friend, Soonyoung. Watch your mouth." You remind him, your tone bored as he huffs. He mutters under his breath, and you seemingly don't care enough to catch it as you both stop at the corner. A couple is standing beside you, headed in the same direction — and the girl's ring finger catches your eye.

Yellow gold, marquis-cut ruby.

"…and she said she doesn't want to book the slot anymore because it takes up too much of her time. Lady, all the slots are 90-minutes anyway, and I don't do private sessions with less than 4 people. I don't know what…are you paying attention? Babe."

Soonyoung's hand squeezes your shoulder, and you tear your eyes away from the girl's hand to meet his worried ones. You realize you're on the other side of the street, in front of the restaurant doors.

"You okay? You kinda…spaced out there." "What did I say about calling me babe?"

You let out a breath, feigning annoyance as he pulls the door open. The smell of hearty marinara fills your heart as you step inside, your hand in your pocket coming out to pull him forward by his shirt. He stumbles next to you, and you smile at the hostess that knows you both by name now.

"Hey, guys! Booth in the back, right?" She grins, and you nod quickly before she lets you slip past her. Your hand on Soonyoung's shirt is grabbed by his own, and you yank it out of his grasp before he can interlace your fingers.

"Sit on that side." You point at the opposite side of the booth as you slide into the other, and you ignore the wounded puppy look on his face as he slips into it reluctantly.

"Are you mad at me or something?" He asks softly, and you don't get a chance to reply when your favorite waitress, Saerom, skids in front of your booth with two glasses of water and a basket of bread. She sets them down, pulling a ramekin of garlic butter from her apron pocket and sliding it next to the bread with a quick smile that fades faster than a New York minute.

"Ooh, trouble in paradise? You guys never sit across." She questions, whipping out her notepad as you clear your throat. "Anything I can do?"

"Uh, nope. Just the usual, please." You say quickly, and she gives you a concerned look as Soonyoung shifts uncomfortably. He shucks his jacket off, giving Saerom a quick nod as she awkwardly skirts away. You fiddle with the straws at the end of the table, tossing one across the table for him before tearing the paper off your own and shoving it into your glass.

"Y/N? Did I do something?"

You shake your head, "Nope. Just eat your bread, Soonyoung."

He seems unsatisfied by the answer, but doesn't push it. You both sit in silence, the tap of Soonyoung's shoe the only sound in your vicinity as the restaurant remains solemn on the early Tuesday afternoon.

You clear your throat twice without anything to say, and for once, he doesn't say anything either. Sitting across from one another is weird, and the side of your thigh where his usually brushes is cold as you rub your hand over your slacks to warm it up. He seems slightly defeated but like he doesn't want to push it, he doesn't want to make a conversation uncomfortable — something that Soonyoung never shied away from. To be uncomfortable is to subject yourself to growth, to new beginnings, to understandings.

But he does nothing of the sort as he chews his bread for too long and finishes his first glass of water in three sips.

Saerom comes and goes — more bread, your appetizers of soup and arancini, your entrees of lasagna and classic alfredo with tagliatelle pasta noodles. The crease between her brows grows deeper as she slides a dessert menu on the table in the middle of you pushing your pasta around.

Your chest feels tight as he rests his chin on his palm, chewing aimlessly around the same bite of lasagna. Your eyes meet for a moment, before you set your fork down. Glancing over your shoulder, you see Saerom talking with the bartender, Joshua. You stare at the pasta on your plate, the letters on the dessert menu blurring as your eyes slowly fill with tears.

"What are we doing?" You whisper, and he stills.

"What do you mean?" "What are we doing, Soonyoung?"

You blink rapidly, willing the tears back as you shrug. "Tuesday lunch, Thursday night drives…I still get off early every other Friday because of you. I still spend the night at your place once a week like we did before we moved in together. There's pictures of you and Latte on my desk at work, you're my screensaver on every device I own that isn't my television. I still make kimchi fried rice at two in the morning and expect you to walk out of the bedroom and join me on the couch."

Looking back up at him, you tilt your head to the side.

"So what are we doing, Soonyoung? Why are we doing this? What do we gain?"

He sits for a minute. The longest minute of your life, you think, as you cross and uncross your legs beneath the table. He stares at you for the minute, too — his eyes darting all over your face. Reading you, taking you in as his tongue peeks out to lick his lips.

"I don't know how to live a life that doesn't revolve around you." He whispers, but it's shaky. His fingers tremble as he traces the logo of the restaurant on the table mat, his eyes glossy as he shrugs. "It's selfish. I'm selfish, even, but it's the truth. I've never known a moment that isn't full of you and I don't know how I've made it this long without breaking down and begging you to take me back. I've never hated a mattress more than the one I have now. It smells like you without you slipping being under my covers when I get home late, and I can't bring myself to look at half the clothes in my closet without thinking of you. You're everywhere and nowhere and I can't sleep well most nights, no matter how tired I am, because it's cold without you. I'm freezing without you."

He taps the table mat, sniffling as a singular tear rolls down his cheek. He wipes at it haphazardly, clearing his throat as he looks away.

"I don't know what we're doing. I don't know but I don't care as long as I keep seeing you, even if it hurts me to know that I can't kiss you. I can't kiss you, or call you baby, or call you mine but I don't care." The words come out in one breath, your lip trembling as you hold back a sob. "You're all I know. My entire existence is dedicated to you. How could I just let that go?"

"Because this is unhealthy." "You sound like Seungcheol. Stop hanging out with that guy, he'll poison the well."

He scoffs, wiping his eyes roughly as you suck in the deepest breath possible. Your throat aches as your hand finds your wallet, deep in the pocket of your slacks. He looks at you with such a tenderness in his gaze, your stomach flipping as you try to clear your throat.

"I don't know what we're doing, but I know how I feel. How I've always felt and how I know you feel, too." His voice still shakes, but he's confident. He squeezes his eyes shut, nibbling on his lip before sighing and forcing himself to look at you.

"So what the hell are we doing? Why aren't we together? Why am I meeting you three times a week when I could come home to you every night? Why can't I think of you when I'm in the fucking shower without feeling guilty? Why are we doing this?"

"You think of me in the shower?" You blurt, and he tongues his cheek.

"You're missing the point." "What point? That you're a pervert?" "So what? I'm not allowed to fantasize about my girlfriend of six fucking years? God forbid a man has hobbies."

"I'm not your girlfriend, is the problem." You shoot back, and he rolls his eyes, sliding out of his booth and rounding the table to sit next to you. He pushes you further into it with his hip, his jeans brushing your slack as he rearranges the plates. "Soonyoung."

"No. We have time for each other and I miss being woken up by the sound of pots and pans banging as Riverdale plays way too loud on the television. I miss talking about getting married and remembering the gleam in your eyes when you thought I was proposing, and I regret not doing it. I regret thinking I wasn't ready because I've always been ready and I've always been yours, even if you're not mine."

He shifts in his seat, his knee bumping yours as he turns.

"I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for over ten years. Since college, I've known who seared her name into my heart and if it's not you, then it's no one. We can end it, fully, and I'll do everything I can to move on if that's what you want." His hand grabs yours from on top of your thigh, squeezing softly as you glance at him through teary eyes.

"Just don't tell me you don't love me anymore." "I could never." "Then what are we doing? Why are we still sitting here when I could get Jeonghan to let you off early and we can move all your shit into my place? Or even get a new place together? What are we doing?"

"Wasting time." Saerom's voice calls out from across the restaurant as she thumbs through a wad of cash, and Joshua elbows her with a pointed look. "Ouch, you bastard! It's not like I lied!"

"You're meddling." He grits, and you let out a pitiful laugh as Soonyoung interlaces your fingers. "Guys, it's on us if you wanna go…make out, or something."

"Who's meddling now?" Saerom grumbles, and he shoves her shoulder lightly as Soonyoung smiles softly. "Come on. I'll even take you on a date. We can go on a ride around the Han River like we did on our first date, I'll buy you a soda from the same vending machine and shake it so it explodes like it did then."

"Is that when you realized I was the one? After I told you that Nissan dick joke?"

He rolls his eyes, pulling you out of the booth as you chuckled.

"I knew you were the one before that stupid joke." "Prove it. You, me, the Han River on your bike and a shaken orange soda. I'll find another dick joke on the way there." "Done deal."

"YOU OWE ME SIXTY BUCKS."

Seungcheol slaps the back of Mingyu's head as they sip beers on the carpet of your apartment. The younger scowls, shoving Seungcheol away as he snickers.

"I didn't even make that bet with you, it was Jeonghan." He mutters, but digs his wallet out of his pocket anyway. You quickly reach over and pluck the cash out of Mingyu's fingers, sticking your tongue out at a sulking Seungcheol. "Hey!"

"Is for horses. You're not allowed to bet on two people in love, it's in poor taste." You scoff, shoving them into the pocket of your shorts. "Plus, consider it payment for helping me pack up my apartment."

"Shouldn't you be paying us?" Mingyu blinks, and you shake your head.

"I put up with you guys bitching and moaning after offering to help me move so I could get out of here faster. It's like, reparations for subjecting me to your manly grumbling. Not to mention, you bet on the love of my life coming back to me as if we weren't in utter limbo."

"Why are you guys just sitting there? Help me move the boxes!" Soonyoung scolds them from the doorway of your bedroom, Jihoon squeezing out with a box labeled shoes.

"Why do you have so many fucking shoes? Are you a caterpillar?" He grouses, pushing past the two men scrambling to get up from the carpet and beelining for the door. You roll your eyes, watching as Seungcheol and Mingyu clamber into your bedroom as Soonyoung slips out of the way. You attempt to duck out of his path, but he grabs the belt loop of your shorts and pulls you back into his chest.

"Why are you running?" "Not running, whatever do you mean?" "So, avoiding?"

"Gasp, I'd never avoid my fiancé." You feign shock as he presses a kiss to your cheek, sinking his teeth into it lightly before swat him away. "Stop it! We have guests!"

"Oh, spare the excuses. You guys fucked in my car once." Seungcheol retorts, and Soonyoung kicks the back of his thigh. He scowls, giving a horse-like kick back before scurrying out of the apartment.

Soonyoung's arms slide around your waist, making you roll your eyes as he sways you back and forth. You settle your hands atop his, before feeling one of his hands slide over your left. He fiddles with the ring on your finger, tugging at it gently.

"Are we ready for this?" You whisper, looking down at the glimmer of the gemstone in the low light. He flips your hand over, the letter S engraved on the band staring back up at you both. "Soonyoung."

"Born ready, I think. After all…I've always been all about you."

Messages In: After Hours 🍸 Gyu: i don't think we should add him back. he's gonna talk about how much he loves yn and it's gonna make me barf. Jihoon: still dealing with that breakup, huh? you'll be alright, bud. Jihoon added Soonyoung 💘 to the group. Soonyoung 💘: I'M BACK BITCHES! WHO WANTS TO BE A GROOMSMAN! Jeonghan: YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED? SEUNGCHEOL YOU OWE ME EIGHTY BUCKS! You removed Jeonghan from the group. You removed Cheol from the group. You: anyone else? Seokmin: plz tell me i can be the flower girl Seungkwan: nice try, it's gonna be me. Soonyoung 💘: honey i'm outside to pick you up Hao has removed Soonyoung 💘 from the group. Hao: please be gross elsewhere. You: hey hao? Hao: i'm not adding him back. what do you want? You: do you like poutine? Hao:… You added Soonyoung 💘 to the group. Soonyoung 💘: poutine this DICK in your mouth Hao has removed Soonyoung 💘 from the group. Hao has removed you from the group.

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[hoshykitty]

since we have buzzcut jihoon...it would only be fair to have blue/silver hoshi too :3 maybe a twinge of jealousy if possible ;) THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE 😛

A/N: You came to the right guy 😌 sorry for taking a while on this lol I had multiple asks come in at once. Uhhh hopefully this is alright! Feeling a bit insecure about my writing here 🧎‍♂️

PAIRING: Kwon Soonyoung x Afab Reader

WARNINGS: Jealousy, p in v, fingering, slightly harsh dom Soonie, he’s pathetic, creampie, subtle breeding kink lol, I can never fucking tag these correctly, finger sucking (for two seconds), cum eating (barely)

Just look at me

“God, Jihoon looks so good doesn’t he?” You say for about the thousandth time since he buzzed his hair and dyed it pink.

“How many times are you gonna say that?” Soonyoung said, passing it off as a joke with a tiny laugh. But there’s a hint of jealousy in his tone.

You’re too oblivious to notice, scrolling on your phone through pictures of the most recent concert as you laid next to him on his bed, “No, but seriously! I can’t get over it! He really pulls off every hairstyle.”

Soonyoung isn’t the type to get mad at you, but he was starting to feel his blood boil a bit. It’s been Jihoon, Jihoon, Jihoon for days, and not one compliment about him.

He wanted your attention too.

“I bet you’d be with him right now if he was awake, huh?” He grumbles as he tries to pretend to be on his own phone.

You roll your eyes and look over at him, “What, no! I’d be hanging out with the both of you!”

You should’ve seen it then. You should’ve known. But you, Soonyoung, and Jihoon had some drinks earlier… and you weren’t really capable of reading between the lines.

He doesn’t respond, and you just brush it off. You don’t notice as he glances over at you, watching you scroll through social media posts about Jihoon and his new look.

His gaze falls lower, eyes raking over your bare thighs. He loved that you were comfortable enough to lounge in nothing but your underwear and a shirt (his shirt, mind you) around him, but he also fucking hated it. Hated how it made him feel. Hated how he was overthinking the way you squeeze your thighs together as you scroll.

Was it a mindless action? Or was the sight of Jihoon turning you on? He couldn’t take it.

“What’s it like thinking about Jihoon while you’re lying here in my bed wearing my shirt?”

You honestly didn’t even hear him at first, he spoke so low. So casually. Like he was talking to himself. But it hits you after a few seconds. You blink, looking over at him, “What?”

There was no trace of a smile on his lips. No sparkle in his eye.

He clenches his jaw and suddenly grabs your wrist, pinning it down on the mattress as he hovers halfway over you.

You drop your phone, eyes widening at his unusual behavior, “Seriously, Soonyoung… what is it?”

His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol that was still in his system. Yours probably were too. You couldn’t see his face very clearly. The light was dim and your confusion made it hard to focus. You try to pull your hand away.

“If you want him so bad, why don’t you crawl into bed with him? Huh?”

You freeze. The atmosphere suddenly felt crushing. And you became hyper aware of everything that was Soonyoung.

His natural scent mixed with his body wash, his big warm and calloused hand wrapped around your wrist, the front of his body pressed into your side. And only now do you notice his leg slotted between both of yours.

You suppress a shiver, breathing heavier as you finally see his eyes.

Especially when he leans in, your faces inches apart. Your body is on fire, aching with something usually kept hidden as you try to identify that look on his face.

You reach out with your free hand, about to attempt to push him away so you can think and talk properly, “S-Soonie, I—“

“Don’t call me that,” He says suddenly, catching your hand to lace your fingers together and pin it above your head.

Your mouth shuts immediately.

“I dyed my hair too…” he whispers, leaning in even further until his nose nudges your jawline, “Do I look good?”

You swallow hard, that deepened voice smooth as silk in your ear… and his lips graze against your throat.

“Soonie,” you try to say firmly, but you finally shiver.

“I said don’t call me that,” he squeezes your hand, pulling away to meet your eyes again. And you finally recognize that look on his face, “Not when I have you like this…”

Desperation.

The realization hits you like a truck.

His knee is shoving your legs apart so he can get between them, and you feel yourself tense as he now has a perfect view of your panties. Yet you say nothing. Instead, you swallow a moan. And again when his lips press a soft kiss against your shoulder.

He lets go of your hands so he’s free to slide his down your sides— pressing his body weight into every inch of you, “Does he turn you on?”

Your breath catches in your throat, the heat in your body reaching a boiling point. He kisses up the side of your neck slowly, successfully pulling a breathy moan from you. He continues all the way to your jaw, “What about me, baby? What do I make you feel?”

Heat. You were feeling heat. Pooling in your stomach, your throat, your chest, between your legs…

His hands go down your hips slowly. Your eyes fall shut, your skin burning, and he finally grips your thighs, “Do you think I could make you wet?”

Your eyes snap back open, gasping as his left hand slides up your inner thigh— fingers inching closer to the seam of your panties. But he pauses, watching as you squirm. And he takes that as a green light.

It in fact was.

Those fingers gently caressed the print of your pussy, his lip caught between his teeth as he groaned at the sight. And you could see your slick covering his fingertips just from that.

He locks eyes with you as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean. Your jaw drops, another gush of arousal seeping through your panties.

“Fuck, you taste good…” he says under his breath, “Is this for me?”

His thumb caresses your clit through the thin fabric, making you suck in a harsh breath, “Or Jihoon?”

When you don’t respond, he rips your panties off and throws them aside. His fingers run through your folds instantly, two of them burying inside your aching hole.

You keen, and he presses against your sweet spot, “Answer me.”

Pure, unadulterated moans were practically ripped from your throat as he slowly fingered you— dragging his fingertips against your walls deliberately. Teasing, but stimulating every inch of your insides.

“Who is this for?” He repeats.

You can hardly breathe, writhing beneath him. You had never seen, nor heard Soonyoung like this. And it was fucking intoxicating. You were slowly losing yourself in this bliss.

It just forced its way out, loud and clear, “You… S’for you, Soonie!”

His fingers pause, and you see his face change. The desperation in his expression multiplying.

“Fuck,” he moans, pulling his fingers out and sitting up on his knees— shoving his shorts and boxers down his thighs to free his painful erection, “I’ll show you how good I am. How good I can make you feel.”

Your head spins at the sight of his cock. Thick and leaking, tip red and angry. And the rest of his clothes are discarded.

He slots himself between your legs, cock hovering over your needy pussy as he pushes your shirt up and kisses all the way from your lower stomach to your chest… pausing to lift it over your head and throw it aside too.

His big hands cup your chest, squeezing and kneading when he leans down to lick your nipple. And at the same time, he finally slides against you.

Your body jolts, moaning instantly at the contact. You couldn’t believe how sensitive you were, how good it felt just to have him like this. He moans too, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking hard.

“God, Soonyoung—“ you whine, hips bucking against him to create more friction between your bodies. Your hands run through his blueish-silver hair, tugging it lightly… and that seems to do it for him.

He almost growls against your chest, moving to your other nipple to bite it gently and swirl his tongue around the hardened bud, “Now you pay attention…” he says, releasing your nipple to make his way to your lips.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Soonie…” you whimper against his hovering mouth.

He grabs the back of your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest to spread you open completely, and he finally kisses you properly.

His lips are soft and warm… their movements hungry and greedy. He moans into your mouth and forces his tongue inside, tasting you as he poked the tip of his cock against your hole to make you squirm.

The kiss leaves you breathless when he pulls away, sitting back on his knees and holding your legs up steadily, “Watch my cock split you open. Watch me fuck your pussy.”

You moan embarrassingly loud, nodding eagerly and looking down just in time for him to slide in. His face immediately scrunches, hissing through his teeth at your tight warmth and the sight of your hole stretching to accommodate him.

“Oh my fucking god—“ you nearly choke, eyes never leaving where you connect as you feel him slowly reach deeper and deeper.

His hands shake as they hold you in place, now fully sheathed. And his head falls back, eyes squeezed shut as he twitches inside, “Jesus Christ, you’re already milking me…”

You reach out desperately, breathing heavily as your hands map out every muscle in his torso, “S-so good… so full…” you hardly get out, clenching around him almost rhythmically while you admire his naked form.

He throbs against your cervix, looking back down at you with a fire in his eye. His hips start moving slowly, so calculated like he’s putting on a show, “Yeah? Feel me in your stomach, baby?”

He releases one of your legs to press his hand down on your lower stomach, creating a deep pressure that allowed you to feel each and every inch that pulled out and pushed back in.

“Fuck!” You cry out. He starts to go faster, breaking you into pieces, “Soonyoung!”

It was too good. He was so fucking deep that the air was being knocked out of your lungs. You were almost in tears, only a few strokes in. His moans, breathy and deep, had your clit throbbing.

His nails drag down your ribs, and he leans down to kiss and suck on your neck, “Gonna make you mine… gonna paint your insides…”

His breath is hot against your skin, marking you up while his fingers find your clit. You’re so wet, dripping all over him, and his balls are slapping against your ass.

“Please… please, I’m yours!”

You hold onto his biceps for dear life, hips moving in rhythm with his as he reaches even deeper, “That’s it— that’s my baby. All. Fucking. Mine.”

Your mind is gone. You’re just a broken, moaning mess beneath his beautiful, glistening body.

As soon as your orgasm nears, Soonyoung’s movements grow erratic. Groaning through his teeth as he struggles to fuck your needy pussy while it’s clamping down on him so hard.

Your nails dig into his biceps as you arch into him, “Cumming! I’m cumming, Soonie! Fuck!”

A deep, rumbling, guttural moan tears from his throat and he’s rubbing your clit with godlike speed… his cock slamming into you even harder than before.

He holds you down, full body weight on top of you as you completely lose it. Cumming all over his pistoning cock. And he follows shortly after, painting your insides like he promised. Biting down hard on your shoulder like he’s breeding you.

You’re both clinging to each other, slowly coming down from your highs. He kisses along your jaw, rubbing your sides soothingly. You do the same to him in return.

“So good… so good for me…”

He eventually sits up, running his hands down the front of your body to admire your fucked-out look… and he slowly pulls his softening cock from your used pussy.

“God, look at that…” he groans, holding your legs apart to watch his cum drip. He reaches down to scoop some up with his fingers, smirking as he brings them to your lips. You open for him, and he shoves them inside, “See? That’s how I taste, baby…”

You moan around his fingers, tongue immediately going to work and licking them clean. Once you swallow, he pulls them out slowly.

“Don’t forget it.”

[hoshykitty]

absolutely genius of rf kuang to elaborate on virtually nothing about speer's culture. the only things said about speer are "speerlies are mindless savages" and "speerlies are most definitely not mindless savages". there are no deep dives, no explanations of their way of life, nothing beyond the glimpses that disproves nikan's belief that they are nothing but a violent group. we saw that they had leaders that cared about their people and children. we saw that they are people who found joy in life. but that's really not much.

this emphasizes the horror of genocide. millenia of culture and history, individual lives filled with love, pain, and passion, just completely wiped away. there were only two surviving speerlies. one of them was too young when he was taken away, and probably doesn't remember much. the things he did remember was also probably buried under years of abuse and drugs people were plying him with. the other one didn't even know she was from speer until the last few months of her life, and there was really no one around to teach her about their culture. and if there was, life as she knows it was falling apart. learning about her dead people's culture probably didn't even cross her mind.

without saying any of these things and by intentionally leaving readers in the dark about what speer was truly like, rf kuang said so much about the horrors of genocide. by not saying anything, she said everything. she did the "show me, don't tell me" tip for writers and it was brilliant.

we will never learn most of speer's culture and history and that was the point.

[hoshykitty]

See I wouldn't say Rins story is about "female rage" tbh I have thought a lot about her relationship with gender and sex but ultimately I don't think that her rage is solely about the injustice that women face in society, her rage comes from the intersection of gender, class, and most of all race. All her worst/most brutal actions are a response to racial discrimination and racialized abuse

[hoshykitty]

i will NEVER stop talking about “you’re hurting me”. there couldn’t have been better or more devastating last words for kitay. for so long he endured the pain every time rin called the fire. he never said anything. rin saw how much he was hurting, constantly asked him if he wants her to stop, but he always said no, always said he was fine because he never wanted to deny her anything. because he knew how important the fire was to her. the only time he denies her is at the very end, when rin loses her mind. and even then, at her worst, as she tries to overpower kitay, the SECOND he says “you’re hurting me” she stops. and not only does she stop, but it stops her descent into madness and she has one final moment of clarity. because “rin couldn’t hurt kitay and not worry about it. if she could, she’d be lost.”

[hoshykitty]

The Dragon Republic is a comedy actually

[hoshykitty]

Hello! For the prompt game, fluff 12+13 w/hoshi? I will miss him DEARLY🙂‍↕️😭🫠

pairing: hoshi x reader genre/warnings: none!! this is technically set during hoshi's vacation away from the military bc people are allowed to have a couple of "vacation days" a/n: <3 i cried over hoshi's enlistment yesterday fun fact

prompt list | ask box

lazy sunday morning routine: matching mugs, shared newspaper, soft music, and no rush to leave the bed nose kisses

The sunlight feels extra golden this morning — warm and lazy as it stretches across your tangled legs and spills across the bed. Soonyoung’s still holding you, arms strong and secure around your waist like he’s afraid to let go even in sleep.

You shift slightly, pressing your face against his shoulder. He smells like home and laundry detergent and something so distinctly him it makes your heart ache. His arms tighten instinctively, even in half-sleep.

“Your biceps are ridiculous now,” you mumble into his skin, voice groggy. “I feel like I’m being cuddled by a marble statue.”

Soonyoung groans softly, voice thick with sleep. “I told you. They made me carry ammo boxes up hills for fun. Hills! Every morning at 6AM.”

You giggle and tilt your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes are still lidded, hair sleep-mussed and flattened weirdly on one side, but even like this, he’s beautiful.

“Poor baby,” you coo, cupping his cheek. “My buff little tiger.”

“Not little anymore,” he huffs, flexing dramatically.

You slap his arm lightly and snort. “You’re so annoying.”

He grins. “But hot.”

“And humble.”

He peeks one eye open at you. “Seriously, though. I think my legs are permanently angry at me. My thighs still feel like they’re vibrating.”

You laugh harder, resting your hand on his thigh and giving it a playful squeeze. “You mean these trunks of steel?”

He groans dramatically. “Do not touch them. You’ll activate the pain.”

You giggle and lean in, brushing your nose gently against his — a soft, tender little kiss. “You’re so dramatic. And you’re home. You survived.”

He sighs, this time softer. “I did.”

There’s a pause. He blinks up at the ceiling for a moment, and you let him take it. Then—

“You know, the worst part wasn’t the hills or the drills or the shaved head or waking up to yelling.”

You quirk a brow. “Oh?”

“It was not seeing you,” he says simply, gaze dropping to your lips. “Like, I’d be dead tired, covered in dirt, legs shaking, but the second I thought of you? Everything just—hurt a little less.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Soonyoung…”

“I used to pretend you were waiting at the top of the hill with a mug. One of our tiger mugs. Like, ‘if I run fast enough, she’ll be there with coffee.’”

You press your forehead against his, eyes watery with tenderness. “You idiot. I would’ve been if they let me on base.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “That’s what kept me going.”

You both sit there for a beat, the soft jazz still playing faintly in the background. Eventually, Soonyoung shifts under the covers and groans again, stretching.

“My back hurts.”

“You’re literally twenty-nine.”

“Twenty-nine with the body of a forty-five-year-old general,” he grumbles. “Do you know how many squats I’ve done? My ass is, like… elite now.”

You burst into laughter. “Want me to kiss it better?”

He perks up. “Actually—”

You smack his chest, and he wheezes with laughter, rolling over to pull you with him. You end up a tangled mess in his lap, legs around his waist, your face buried in his neck as he peppers your cheeks with nose kisses and muttered complaints about his “retirement body.”

“God, I missed this,” he whispers, hands warm on your hips.

“Yeah?” you murmur, fingers threading through his hair.

He nods, then smirks. “Even more than I missed the vending machines.”

You glare at him.

“Joking!” he yelps, dodging your playful punch. “I missed you most! Always you first! I swear!”

And even though his legs still hurt and your coffee’s gone cold and the bed’s a mess, it doesn’t matter. He’s here. You’re here. And this lazy Sunday morning — wrapped in laughter, nose kisses, and matching mugs — is all the healing he ever needed.

[hoshykitty]

Always Yours

Soonyoung x fem!reader

hurt/comfort, angst, medical condition, death (not main characters),  

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. And Soonyoung hates it.

The plan was to help you pack, make the five hour drive from your small hometown to your dorm. Then for the next several years he'll work his ass off to make enough money to buy an engagement ring and put a down payment on a house. So that way once you graduate he can propose and you can both live happily ever after. 

But that dream belonged to a naive nineteen year old who’s now watching the person he loves disappear beyond airport security.

Because instead of driving you to college he drove you to the airport. Instead of being able to see you every other weekend and on holidays, he's now not even going to be in the same time zone as you. And instead of looking forward to the future, he dreads it.

He still remembers the day you got your acceptance letter. The way your whole face lit up, how you screamed, laughed, and cried all at once. He had never been prouder. You had worked so hard, and tirelessly. You were going to be a veterinarian and help all of the animals that you love so much.  

But a month before your classes were going to start your mom got a call from her sister who still lived in the States. Your aunt had been diagnosed with motor neuron disease, a degenerative, cruel condition. The phone call was a mess of shouting and sobs. Your mother was angry that she wasn't told sooner, and your aunt was devastated over her declining health and that she had no one to help her and couldn't afford to hire a caregiver. 

And you being the selfless person you are without hesitation; offered to go.

You didn’t care that you were going to have to put your dreams on hold. Your only thought was to take care of your aunt. 

When you told Soonyoung he wanted to be mad, he wanted to beg you to stay, to blame your mom for not going herself, to cry, and to fall apart. But you sat him down and talked him through your decision. Listed everything off so calmly and matter of factly that he couldn’t find a hole in your logic. 

Still, his heart shattered.

The night before leaving you had a big dinner with everyone. The entire night Soonyoung was at your side. He refused to let go of your hand, spending the time remembering the warmth of your skin and the sound of your laugh, the weight of your presence. He was determined not to cry in front of you. 

As the night ends, your friends leave and your parents go to bed, leaving the two of you to sit outside under the stars, fingers still intertwined.

He finally breaks, you had just said the one thing he was praying you wouldn't say.

“We need to break up.”

He crumbles

“Please don't do this” he chokes out between sobs, “I can't take a break up, please don't do this to me.”

You hold his face, gently wiping away his tears with your thumbs. You look at him and think that even with his swollen eyes and trembling lips he is still the most beautiful person you have ever laid your eyes on. This is the hardest thing you’ve ever done. You know you're breaking his heart but you had to be strong, you had to do this for him. 

“Soonyoung, we don't know how long I'll be gone, I can't ask you to wait for me. You deserve to live your life. Be free to do what you want.”

“I want you. You’re all I want.,” he leans into your touch.

He was making this hard, you knew he would. He wasn't going to give you up without a fight. “Baby I want you to be happy-”

“We can call and text every day. We can facetime. I'll get my passport and come visit you…I'll wait” he was listing options off saying anything to get you to stop and change your mind about the breakup.

“That's not fair to you. You are an amazing person who deserves to be happy. You should be able to go out with your friends and not have to worry about anything.”  With a shaky breath, you continue, “I want you to touch, kiss, and love someone who can be there for you. I can't be that person, no matter how much I want to. Please understand that this is breaking my heart too.” Your tears are now falling. 

He sits in silence, absorbing every word you say. You watch as the weight of your decision settles over him. A quiet surrender to fate’s cruel design. He understands your reasoning, why you feel the need to walk away. He knows this is what you need to ease the burden of guilt, to make leaving bearable.

With a slow nod, he accepts it—not because he wants to, but because you need him to. He will do anything for you. 

When time, distance, and your misplaced guilt separate you, he will always be there. Asking for nothing, offering everything. If all you can give him is a single spare moment of your time. His heart will remain yours.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You pull him to you and kiss him with all the love you have in your body. 

That night, you held each other like lifelines.

— — —

Two years have passed and there are still nights that Soonyoung cries himself to sleep.

When you first got to the States he was able to talk to you on the phone a few times a week, even with the time difference. But as the months passed and your aunt's health continued to decline it had become increasingly harder to find time. Your days were consumed by caregiving—cooking, cleaning, medicine, and doctor’s appointments. Watching the person you love slowly fade.

Some days all he got was a couple of minutes before you fell asleep. He didn’t mind though those were some of his favorite calls. Being able to hear your sleepy voice and seeing your face slowly relax as you drifted off to sleep. You looked so peaceful that he would watch you sleep. 

When calls were missed and texts were left unread he wasn't upset. He just kept cheering you on. Randomly texting “I’m proud of you.” “You’re doing amazing.” “I’m here for you.”

And when you called him sobbing, broken—he was there as promised. 

It was late at night where you were and you had finally gotten your aunt to sleep. She was in near constant pain, from stiffness in her joints and shooting nerve pain throughout her body. Seeing her like this, seeing her spirit slowly dying and no longer being the strong woman you always knew her to be had broken you. 

You cried to him, telling him how horrible you felt that there was nothing that you could do. Other than holding her hand through the pain and making sure she got her next round of pain medication the second she could. You told him how the physical therapy and pain management techniques were useless at this point and how insurance was refusing to give her stronger medication because they deemed it unnecessary. You told him everything, vented and cried and he listened to all of it. He wanted to do more, wanted to fly to you, hold you, wipe your tears away, lift some of the hardship off your shoulders to give you a moment of rest but he couldn't. 

Not long after arriving in the States, you had made him promise not to come, telling him that you couldn't handle having him there with you only for him to leave. So against his better judgment, he stayed and watched as you cried yourself to sleep.

— — —  

Another year passed after that call and now Soonyoung lives alone in the house he spent years saving for. It's not much—a cozy little place with a bay window and a garden. The kind of place you once dreamed about.

He worked extra shifts, took every job he could, all in the hopes of impressing you, to show you that he was working hard while you were away.

He was doom scrolling with the TV on. His mind would wander to you; how he hadn't heard from you in a couple of weeks other than a couple of quick texts here and there. He wanted to call you but decided not to. 

In the middle of his scrolling, his mother calls. 

“Hey Mom”

“Hi dumpling, I’m just calling to see how you're doing.” They chat and catch up for a while even though they talked just the other day. When there was a lull in the conversation he could hear his father say something to his mom in the background.

“Did you tell him yet?”

“Hush no not yet”

“Tell me what? Is everything okay?”

“I promised her mother that I wouldn't tell you but I can't stand seeing you like this anymore.”

“Mom, what are you talking about? You're scaring me.” he was starting to shake. He knew she was talking about you. There could be no other ‘her’ she could be talking about. Were you hurt? Have you decided to stay in the States for good? Had you found someone there who could take care of you and your aunt? His mind was reeling from all these scenarios he was starting to imagine. 

“Her aunt passed away a couple of weeks ago. She came home two days ago and is staying with her parents.”

He was out the door before she even finished the sentence.

This is one of the few times he was grateful to be living in a small town because he was at your parents' front door within minutes. 

It wasn't until after he knocked that he realized how nervous he was. 

When you opened the door he felt like his heart couldn't decide if it wanted to stop or beat so hard that it flew out of his chest. You were still in your pajamas, hair a tangled mess. You have never looked more beautiful. You stand there staring at him in shock and wondering how he knew you were back. Tears start to well up and collect on your lashes when he steps towards you and pulls you to his chest. After years of waiting, he finally wrapped you in his arms like he'd wanted to do so many times.

“I've missed you, baby,” he says, kissing the top of your head, as you cry.

— — —

You both sit in the backyard of your parents' house, and Soonyoung refuses to let go of your hand. He watches as your eyes light up as you tell him stories about your aunt and then drops once you are done, remembering that your aunt is no longer here. You sat in silence for a while when he finally got up the courage to ask.

“Why didn't you tell me when you got back?” His voice sounded so small, even to himself.

“I was scared-” you exhale a heavy sigh. “I was scared that you’d moved on. That you’d see me and realize I wasn’t what you wanted anymore. Which I know makes me a hypocrite since I'm the one who told you to find someone who can make you happy but saying it and seeing it are two different things ”

Soonyoung blinked, “Are you crazy? Of course, I still want you, I’ve never stopped. How could I ever think about wanting someone else when I already have the most amazing person by my side? Since the day we met, I have always been yours.”

Soonyoung pauses to catch his breath 

“Hell, there was one time I went to the bar with Jun and a woman started flirting with me. I was so drunk I could barely remember anything. But the next morning Jun told me that I just stood there with a scowl on my face and yelled ‘I have a girlfriend’ when she touched my arm.”

That made you laugh. It had been so long since he heard that sweet sound.

“There was one time I had facetimed you after you got out of the shower.” he puts his hand to his heart and looks off with a dreamy look in his eye remembering the moment fondly “You had your towel wrapped around you, your skin was still wet and practically glowing. You looked gorgeous, I felt like a teenager again.” 

You laugh and a light blush graces your cheeks.

“Honestly I thought I was going to get carpal tunnel with how many times I -”

“Oh my god!” you blush and hide your face in your hands. 

Soonyoung pulls your hands away and smiles when you look at him. 

“I know I've said this a lot but I've missed you. More than you could ever know. I love you.”

Tears fall from your eyes as you look at him. His presence has brought you more peace and comfort over the past years -even when it was just over the phone- than you can even convey.  

“I love you too, Soonyoung. Thank you for waiting for me.” You pull him into a tight hug not wanting to let go. Soonyoung buries his face in your neck, as he takes in your warmth that his memory didn't do justice to. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers in your ear. You nod your head and his lips are on yours. It was a slow, sweet kiss that conveyed everything that couldn't be put into words. The pain of being apart, the longing and want that went unsaid for years. 

And the joy of being together once again.

[hoshykitty]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY (K.SY)

Jealousy is a disease and unfortunately, your husband, Soonyoung, has it.

౨ৎ PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader

౨ৎ GENRE: kinda fluff kinda angst if you squint super hard

౨ৎ TAGS: suggestive themes, jealousy, kissing, hugging, and drinking

౨ৎ NOTES: super short one-shot to get me off of my writing slump !! hope y’all like it

౨ৎ HYPERLINKS: pinned post, ko-fi, seventeen’s master-list, and soonyoung’s master-list.

౨ৎ WORDCOUNT: 975 words.

KWON RESIDENCE, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA — June 2, 2024

You’ve come to the conclusion that Soonyoung, your husband of six years, had the flair for the dramatics when he was needy. He would mope around when your attention was fixated on your puppy, he would sigh loudly whenever you would fawn over fictional men, and he would cling to you like a koala when you chose work over him. Even though he was clingy, he also knew to give you space when you needed it.

“How long will you be gone?” Soonyoung asked as he folded and added your clothes to your luggage. You had a week-long seminar for your work in a different city, and of course, Soonyoung, who tried his best not to cling to you, remained calm.

“A week,” you said as you packed your electronics. “You’ll be fine, Soon-ie. You literally have shit-ton of friends to hang out with, plus, you have work to keep you busy.”

“I know,” Soonyoung sighed. “Mingyu called everyone for a boy’s night out.”

“So, at your age, stay at home and watch action films?” You laughed, carefully laying your bag down at the foot of your bed.

As Soonyoung closed your luggage, he stood up and hugged you tightly from behind, easing onto the heat your body radiated. “You know me so well,” Soonyoung murmured, his lips leaving soft pecks on your shoulder. “Is Hyebin picking you up?” he asked, his arms still tightly embracing you as you tried to pack your makeup.

“She said she couldn’t,” you said. “Myunggi and Hyujun are picking me up.” As if Soonyoung’s world came to a screeching halt. Myunggi, your co-worker, has been the bane of his existence ever since you worked for your company.

Your friends threw you a surprise birthday party? He was there.

Your sister had a baby shower for his daughter? He was there.

You broke your wrist? He was, unfortunately, there.

“Oh.” Soonyoung’s smile ceased, as if dark clouds had formed above his head. “Doesn’t he have his own car?” Soonyoung bitterly said, still tightly hugging you, yet you could feel him making a face.

“God, babe,” you laughed, turning around to face him. “You’re still iffy about him?”

“Who said I was iffy?” Soonyoung faked a chuckle, but his tense muscles gave him out almost immediately. “I trust you and that’s all that matters.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be the one to pick me up at the office,” you laughed, trying to brush off Soonyoung’s worry.

SEUNGCHEOL’S HOUSE, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA — June 6, 2024

“Has Y/N left for her seminar?” Seungcheol asked Soonyoung as the whole group loitered around his house, everyone doing different stuff.

“Yeah,” Soonyoung mumbled, clearly still distraught about your co-worker. “A few days ago. She’s coming back in two days.”

Chan, whose eyebrows were creased, looked at Soonyoung weirdly. “You’re not painting the whole picture, Soonyoung-ah,” he laughed.

“This co-worker of Y/N picked her up,” Soonyoung revealed, earning a couple of chuckles from his friends.

“You’re still jealous of Myunggo? Or was it Myunggi?” Jeonghan cackled, almost spilling his coffee. Ever since Soonyoung felt wary of your co-worker, his friends have been teasing him about it. Telling him that there is no sense in getting jealous because you have been very vocal about how Soonyoung is the only one for you, same with him. “Maybe that Myunggi is just friendly.”

Soonyoung fell silent, his friends didn’t push the topic, seeing him all bothered and worried that you might slip away from him.

8:53 PM

[mr. kwon] hey, baby [mr. kwon] just wanted to check up on you [mr. kwon] we’re at cheol’s house lol

9:47 PM

[mrs. kwon] bubba! [mrs. kwon] sorry for replying late [mrs. kwon] the seminar started late [mrs. kwon] plus everyone gathered for drinks -_-

9:49 PM

[mr. kwon] u okay? [mr. kwon] are you back at the hotel? [mrs. kwon] i’m fine baby [mrs. kwon] myunggi was the designated driver so he dropped us all off at our rooms

“Dude, it’s your turn.” Wonwoo nudged Soonyoung, who was glued to his phone.

Myunggi, 1. Soonyoung, 0.

“Trust me, you don’t have any reason to get jealous. Y/N loves you, you love Y/N. End of discussion.” Mingyu said, trying to ease Soonyoung’s nerves.

“I’ll just get some fresh air outside,” Soonyoung mumbled as he stood up and left his friends who were playing Dungeons and Dragons. As hard-headed as he was, his friends were right. There was no reason to get jealous. You were probably the most trustworthy person he knew, and here he was, being a baby. As he was about to call and apologize for being jealous for no apparent reason, his phone suddenly rang, your name plastered on his screen like a big wake-up call.

“You didn’t reply to my text,” you pouted, body aching for your husband’s touch.

“I was thinking about how to apologize.” Soonyoung sighed, his fingers fidgeting for your response.

“Apologize? For what?” you asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I was jealous,” he confessed, the cold air hitting the back of his throat. “Then I realized I shouldn’t get jealous because there’s no reason to be.”

“Oh, my love,” you chuckled sweetly, wanting to pepper Soonyoung with kisses. “I’m sorry if you felt that way. Trust me, Myunggi is just a friend. Plus, I’m not his type.”

“I feel so dumb,” Soonyoung laughed, the dark cloud around him leaving him for good.

“You’re not, baby. It’s a normal human emotion,” you assured him. “I love you, okay? Only you.”

“I love you too, so much.” Soonyoung sighed in relief. “Can’t wait to see you. The boys have been bothering and teasing me so much.”

“That’s what you get for getting jealous.” you joked, earning a hearty laugh from your husband.

[hoshykitty]

This is the worst timeline. (x)

[hoshykitty]

"while he bites on his necklace so it won't hit my face,"

___________________________________________

It was your usual weekend night where you would found yourself loafing at the coach, wrapped in your favorite thick blanket while watching an episode of a Netflix show you've been keeping fermented in your watchlist for months.

And you did all of these while missing your boyfriend.

It's been about two months since Kwon Soonyoung enlisted to the military in the active duty services. He would contact you sometimes but it has grown lesser and lesser these day. Not that you're complaining as you have grow accustomed to it.

Though it's pretty difficult for you to adapt since he's the type to overshare almost everything and anything related to his life, so your daily seems a bit empty without all of his useless TMI he thought you need to know.

As the show reached the mid mark of the episode that even you had started to yawn, you heard the sound of your security keypad beeping from the outside.

What the hell?

You froze on the couch, heart racing before you whipped your head towards the door.

Robber? No. Why would a robber enter a house by entering your house passcode?

Then, a stalker? Damn it!

You urged yourself to think fast as you launched yourself to your feet and slowly padded towards a corner where a baseball bat was resting against the wall of your home. Perfect weapon for a self-defense, you thought.

The door creaked open and you had your bat out ready to welcome whoever intruder passing through the door with a pounding chest.

Only for you to caught yourself frozen in the next minute.

Because there he is, Soonyoung stood in the doorway, one duffel bag in one hand. He was still in his tight olive green that clung to his frame that you haven't touched in months, one you've been missing lately.

He looked at you like he hadn't seen sunlight in weeks. In fact, you were to him.

"Surprise," he said. "Though I would say what an interesting way to welcome me,"

You didn't say a word. The bat dropped to the floor as you walked straight towards him. The slow steps turn into a light jog as you finally launched yourself into his arms as he voluntarily threw his bag away to welcome you in.

Your arms wrapped around his nape, along with your legs tightening around his waist, clinging on him like a koala. Soonyoung chuckled before he also buried his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent he has been missing a lot.

"Miss me?" He asked.

"Idiot," You murmured. "More than you think,"

You barely remembered stumbling into the bedroom with your lips on each other and clothes hastily discarded to the floor. Everything was blurred until what was left is his heat and his body above you.

His rhythm was deep, slow and steady. Each thrust he drawn out like he wanted you to feel how much he missed you, how long he has waited for you and your touch against him again.

Your fingers curled into his back, nails digging deep into his now slightly tanned skins, drawing blood that cause him to hiss from time to time. Your breathe coming a little sharp at every rolls of his hip against yours.

But then you finally noticed it.

The dog tag chain that currently swinging between your bodies. You've felt its cold metal kissing the slope of your chest at first, then bouncing off your collarbone, then :

Flick!

Your cheek.

It kept swinging everytime he thrust.

Clink!

Your chin.

Clink!

Nose.

Tap.

Right on your lips.

It was so ridiculous that you let out a helpless laugh between moans. "S-Soonyoung, your tag-"

He paused to glanced down at your face, watching it swinging before it lightly smacking you on your face again.

"Oh, sorry..." He chuckled. His fingers then grabbed the chain and bit down on the tag.

Just bit it in between his teeth. You can even see his jawline slightly flexing as he did.

Your breath caught in your throat, your brain totally went short-circuited.

The tag no longer swung like it did before. It hung, tight and stretched, the metal glinting under the dim light, his eyes locked on yours, daring you to keep looking at anything else but him.

"Are you gonna focus now?"

You gasped, clutching at his shoulder.

Holy shit.

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A/N : yea i feel a little bit crazy after seeing that comment on tiktok. Anyway, made my debut finally yay

[hoshykitty]

hoshi - skateboard

word count : 517

happy hoshi day ~

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you and your boyfriend are hanging out in the neighborhood both of you live in. he had brought his skateboard with him and is trying to teach you how to ride on it. unfortunately for you, skateboards aren’t your forte.

“babe, i can’t do this!” you say to your boyfriend while trying to balance on his skateboard, “this is so hard!”

hoshi shakes his head, “you’re doing great, baby,” he says to you. one hand is holding yours while the other is near your torso, ready to grab you in case you fall.

suddenly, you lose your balance, but hoshi hugs his arm around you. his grip is so strong that he picks up you while the skateboard rolls away.

“that wasn’t bad,” he says and puts you down on the sidewalk. he walks over to the skateboard and gestures you over.

“it was so bad. this is too hard for me to learn, soonyoung,” you say to him and catch up to him.

“just try one more time, and then we’ll stop and head home. pinky promise,” he says and brings his pinky finger up.

you link your pinky finger with his, “you better keep it.”

you get onto the skateboard again, and it starts rolling away, which makes you freak out again. hoshi holds your hands and keeps you from rolling away.

“scoot your feet up here. i’m gonna try something,” he says. he puts one foot on the board to keep it from moving.

you scoot your feet towards the front of the skateboard. then, hoshi moves around, still holding onto you.

“ready?”

“no.”

hoshi pushes off and gets on the board with you. one arm is hugging you while his other hand is holding yours.

“ah!” you scream as the skateboard moves. “too fast! too fast!”

hoshi laughs as you travel. both of you go down an empty street in the neighborhood you live in.

hoshi jumps off and runs alongside you, still holding your hand. he helps bring the skateboard to a gentle roll and then to a complete stop.

“was that too scary?” he asks you. you step down to the ground.

“yea,” you reply, “i mean, if you held onto me, then i’d be okay.”

he smiles, “if you want, we can try again another time, but you did really good today, baby,” he says and kisses you. “let’s head back. my mom’s probably cooking dinner.”

you nod, “okay.”

both of you start walking back towards his house. he holds his board against his side.

“i don’t understand how you can skateboard. it’s so scary. how do people do all of those cool tricks i’ve seen on tv?” you question as the two of you walk together.

“that stuff is hard,” hoshi admits, “riding is easy. you just let the board do the work.”

“sure isn’t easy to me…” you mutter.

he chuckles, “i’ll do the work, so all you have to do is hold onto me,” he says to you with a smile.

“now that sounds easy enough for me,” you say to him. both of you laugh together.

[hoshykitty]

heads up: food mentions

"so... this is really all you want this year?"

soonyoung's head rests in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair. he's shut his eyes by now, leaning into your touch with this subtle smile as the two of you enjoy a lazy afternoon together. you already have plans to go out for dinner and a movie later, but for now... it's just the two of you, cozily resting together.

"i like spending time with you," he says. "it's not like we're not doing anything today."

"i know, but..." you cup his cheek. "i always feel bad for not doing more."

"i love the jacket you bought me," he says. "you're doing enough. besides... i know about the 'surprise' mini cupcakes you hid."

with a pout, you stop messing with his hair for a moment. "but... i hid them really well."

"you did," he giggles, sitting up. "vernon found them when we were all hanging out yesterday, and wanted to make sure we didn't forget about them since you--" he pokes the tip of your nose, "--apparently ate one of them."

shit. "i didn't think you'd notice!"

he just giggles, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "you're cute. but spending today with you is enough this year. i think i've needed to rest more." he wraps an arm around you, drawing you in a little closer. "and resting with you makes it easier. i don't feel as bad taking time for myself if i'm also making sure you're doing well."

with a blissful sigh, you settle in, wrapping an arm around him and shutting your eyes. "as long as you mean that. happy birthday, soonyoung. i love you."

[hoshykitty]

SAFETY FIRST

pairings: bad boy!soonyoung x good girl!reader genre: mdni, smut, au warnings: hoshi teaches reader the importance of a safe word, mentions of weed, inexperienced reader, experienced hoshi, reader gets head for the first time, reader is a people pleaser, pussy eating, praise if you squint, MULTIPLE orgasms (seven to be exact), crying from pleasure, overstimulation, squirting word count: 6.5k synopsis: soonyoung considers himself to be an expertise at many things — pussy eating, is one of them.

sidenote: reader is close childhood friends with ALL of seventeen. i will be writing other members with this particular oc as well. so much lore!! this is a series :) feel free to drop into my inbox and ask questions !! hoshi is in fact my bias so i did get carried away with this one. between this installment and the last one, i’ve taken two eight week literature courses so hopefully my writing has improved. my brain is working overtime right now, i just finished an essay for a class in a few hours and grinded to get this out for you guys !!

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“Do you know what a safe word is?” Soonyoung’s voice cuts through the air, taking you by surprise. 

You whip your head towards him, eyebrows furrowed. “A safe word?” 

“Mhm,” He hums, briefly glancing up. He sits on a desk chair, facing you as he rolls a blunt to perfection. His tongue darts out to slowly lick the paper and your thighs unconsciously press together at the sight. 

“What’s that?”

Soonyoung sighs, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he sets the rolling tray aside. He leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, taking his time to examine you. “Do you want to find out?” He asks, voice dangerously low. 

You can feel the air shift, his tone making your skin prickle. You tilt your head to the side, lips forming into a pout from confusion. “Okay,” You agree with a shrug.

Soonyoung’s lips quirk slightly. He nods his head slowly, scanning you from head to toe. Your cotton shorts rode up way too high, especially with your position on the bed, and your thin white tank top didn’t do much to hide your nipples through the fabric.

You’d opted out of wearing a bra today and needless to say — oblivious to you — all the boys had noticed.

His eyes settle back on yours and you fidget under his gaze. It was strong and intense, almost as if he was practically undressing you. 

Soonyoung’s always had sharp eyes filled with intimidation, but they’ve softened over time. At least — for you.

He rolls his chair over to the edge of the bed, right in front of where you sat. Even sitting down, only a few feet apart, he still towered over your small frame. 

Your heartbeat quickens, breath hitching as he leans forward. Soonyoung cocks his head to the side as he inches closer, smirking the slightest when he notices your composure beginning to crumble and fall. You were never good at holding it together, but that’s why the boys were always there — to catch you just in case you fall. 

And damn, are you falling in deep right now.

His hand smooths over your arm, causing goosebumps to rise as he trails it upwards to cup the side of your face gently. His fingers thread through your hair, getting a better grip so he’s able to maneuver your head to the side. As soon as he gets you exactly where he wants you, his lips are on yours.

He doesn’t hesitate, and he certainly doesn’t take it easy on you. The kiss is heavy and urgent, with a fierce passion behind it — an intensity that sends a jolt of electricity coursing straight through your veins. His lips move with purpose, the hand on the back of your head drawing you impossibly closer to him. 

You try to match his fervor, but staying true to your nature, your movements are slower and deliberate. You’re sensual where he’s demanding, your tenderness creating a perfect tension that neither of you has the will to break. Your pace grounds him, and Soonyoung can’t help but release a low groan.

Jeonghan was right.

You kiss like an angel — intoxicating.

He takes the lead as expected. You sigh softly when he traces his tongue along your bottom lip. His hand settles on your thigh, slowly sliding higher. You feel his fingertips slip just beneath the edge of your shorts, caressing the soft skin under and you can’t help but let a whimper escape quietly. Soonyoung seizes the moment, your lips parting just enough so he can deepen the kiss and dip his tongue into your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens when you tilt your head to accommodate him — your tongues dancing in perfect harmony as you explore each other's mouths.

He’s warm against your skin, anchoring you to the moment. Every brush, every tug, every calculated move that Soonyoung makes — he knows that he’s unraveling you. 

Corrupting you.

Not in a way that feels chaotic or rushed. And certainly not in a way with any ill intentions whatsoever. 

Soonyoung wasn’t just kissing you, but he was savoring you. He was reading every subtle cue as if a language only he understands. And with every second that passes, he pulls you deeper under until there’s nothing left but the warmth of his hands, the weight of his mouth, and the unfamiliar feeling of stickiness growing in your panties. 

He pulls away with one final lingering kiss, and your lips instinctively chase his own. Your eyes flutter open, still hazy as they focus on the man in front of you. 

Soonyoung leans back just enough to take you in. You were already a mess in the best way possible — lips slightly swollen, pupils dilated, and chest steadily rising as you try to catch your breath. 

The weight of his gaze only intensifies, drinking in every detail of you. Your eyes avoid his, cheeks flushed from not only the kiss but from his attention on you as well. 

He nods his head towards the pillows on his bed, and you take the hint. You grab one, handing it to him, only so he can place it directly behind you. Your eyes follow him as he does so, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them close. 

“Pick a word.” 

Your brows knit together, “A word?”

Soonyoung hums. He disregards your confusion, standing from the chair and walking over to his desk. He grabs the blunt he’d previously forgotten about off the rolling tray, lighting it up and taking a long drag. 

“Why?” You press.

“Because I told you to.” 

Well, he had you there.

Now that you think about it, you don’t remember a time where you’ve ever denied Soonyoung of anything. Whatever he asked of you — you’d always deliver. 

If he showed up at your house unannounced demanding you to take a break from school work, you’d follow him without a fight.

If a random guy on campus was flirting with you and Soonyoung warned you about him, you’d abide like his word was law. 

If Soonyoung told you no, that meant no. 

If Soonyoung asked you to do something, you did it — no questions asked.

From the time you two were kids on the playground, even till now, you’ve never disappointed him. It wasn’t because you were passive or afraid. And it wasn’t because he was demanding and mean. Soonyoung had never gotten that way with you and he never intends to. But you trusted him. Maybe too much to the point where obedience wasn’t an option, but rather an instinct. It came as naturally as breathing.

And that’s what he liked about you.

The others only ever listened in the bedroom, but you — you’d never let him down. No. You’d listen even outside of it.

“Y/n.”

Your head snaps up to look at Soonyoung. You hadn’t even realized that your thoughts had begun to stray.

“I told you to do something,” He raises an eyebrow, a silent warning.

Your eyes narrow, drifting around his room. It was a simple task, one you could decide with ease. But you took your time as if it held more meaning than it appeared to. 

Your gaze wanders, landing on a stuffed animal perched on the highest shelf in his room. It was tucked in the furthest corner, collecting dust and worn from age. You had gifted it to him years ago, and it’s become a sight you look for whenever you enter his bedroom. The stuffed animal stood out amongst the rest of his things, not quite fitting his aesthetic or personality. Soonyoung nor the other boys cared for cute, sentimental things. But the small trinkets you’d either given them or left behind were never discarded. No matter how long they’d been there. 

“Tiger.”

“Tiger?” Soonyoung glances at the plushie on his shelf, having completely forgotten about it. He’d debated tossing it out a few times, but he never had the heart to follow through. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was sentiment. Either way, he would never admit to it. You brought a softness into his life that he didn’t know he could carry, leaving traces of warmth in your wake. 

He turns back to you, expression unreadable. He raises his brows in amusement, taking another hit of his blunt. The smoke lingers in the air as he exhales. “Okay,” He sighs, “Then that’s your safe word.”

You barely have time to react when his demeanor shifts without warning. The haze of smoke in the air seems to still, Soonyoung’s gaze on you fixed and unrelenting. His jaw tightens, both of his hands rising to cradle your face and force you to maintain eye contact. “Listen to me,” He murmurs, voice unwavering, “If you begin to feel uncomfortable with anything — and I mean anything, you say tiger. Got it?”

It should be comical. Soonyoung of all people, demanding you to say a silly word you’d playfully chosen on a whim. But his tone leaves no room for argument. 

You nod hesitantly, fully alert as you’re taken aback by the gravity of the situation. The room suddenly feels smaller, charged with tension.

“I need you to use your words Y/n.” 

“Yes,” You confirm, softly but surely.

“If something doesn’t feel right — if at any point you feel uncertain, uneasy, or overwhelmed — you just say the word and I’ll let up. No questions. No hesitation.”

“Is that why it’s called a safe word?” You ask. 

He nods, silently answering your question.

“I don’t —,” You hesitate, chewing the inside of your cheeks, “I don’t think I’ll need it.” 

Soonyoung smiles just barely. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes and it looks as if he’s holding back anger that may or may not be directed towards you. 

Kwon Soonyoung was a man who hated many things. He hated when the price of cigarettes would change in every gas station he entered. He hated when a professor constantly nagged him for his shitty attendance. He hated when a flock of girls smothered him at a frat party, desperation evident with the way their hands glided over his body. 

But the one thing that Soonyoung hated most, was your habit of sacrificing your own needs for others. As long as he’s known you, you’ve always been a people pleaser. The words “no” and “I can’t do it,” have never been in your vocabulary because you were sure that with a little more effort, anything was possible. You went above and beyond, going an inch for people who wouldn’t even bother to go a centimeter for you. The boys always watched you closely, ensuring no one took advantage of your kindness. But you were just too nice for your own good. It was what made you, well…you.

“Trust me baby,” His grip on your face tightens firmly, “You’ll need it.”

Your mouth opens to stubbornly protest, but the look Soonyoung gives you causes the words to die in your throat. You cower back, a chill skimming down your spine from intimidation.

“It doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong. I won’t be disappointed. I won’t be mad — I’d never be mad at you.”

Your eyes soften at his speech. The boys have never exactly been the talkative type and moments like this — honest, caring, thoughtful — are rare. 

“A safe word is put in place for a reason,” Soonyoung continues, “Even if you don’t think you need it.”

“Okay,” You reply, but it comes out flat. Soonyoung sees right through it, catching your half-hearted tone. He grinds his teeth, scanning your unsure expression. His fingers dig into your jaw, not quite hurting you, but with enough pressure to demand your undivided attention.

“I’m fucking serious Y/n,” He states sternly, “Listen to your body. Don’t try and test your limits because you think you can handle it.” 

Your heart pounds in your chest. Your words tumble out, too quick for you to process. “Yes sir,” You say unconsciously.

The label you had called him by isn’t calculated. It isn’t meant to provoke or please. It slipped out instinctively, a response to the kind of authority that doesn’t scare you, but steadies you instead. 

Soonyoung doesn’t acknowledge it. He doesn’t smirk or tease the way he would had it been anyone else. With the others, he might’ve raised a brow. Might’ve let a smug grin spread across his face as he leaned in close just to watch them squirm and fluster. He knew how to play that part — confident, commanding, and in control.

But you — you’ve always been the exception. The only one able to break down their stone walls and thaw their icy hearts.

You see the flicker of approval flash across his features. He finally lets go of your face and you find yourself missing his touch as soon as it leaves. You’d grown accustomed to the heat of his hands and now that they're gone, it makes you realize how much comfort you found in his hold.

Soonyoung takes a step back. “Good girl,” He mutters, so softly that you barely catch it. 

A whine tries to force itself from your mouth, but you urge it back down. A heat rises in your chest, the familiar feeling of warmth you’d felt with Mingyu a week ago. The praise left you feeling fuzzy — reassured. 

Soonyoung closes his eyes, thoughts racking his brain. He figures that he’s too sober for this. Reaching out, he picks up his blunt yet again and goes in for another hit. The ember flares briefly in the dim lighting, and he uses the incoming feeling of a high to anchor himself.

He was good at control. He knew how to wield it with precision. But you had him in a chokehold that constantly left him breathless. If he planned to have you laid out like a meal right in front of him, he’d need a much better grasp on himself. 

He knows he can’t do it on impulse. Not with you. You deserve intention — care. He needed to take his time with you. Not rush things. Keep his pace slow and calm…at least to the best of his abilities. 

“Say it again.” 

You blink, caught off guard. “What?”

“Your safe word,” He clarifies, “I need to make sure you remember it. That you’re not going to forget it.”

“Oh…” Your cheeks flush in embarrassment as the pieces click into place, “Right.”

Soonyoung arches a brow, eyes glittering in quiet amusement, “What did you think I was referring to?” 

You glance away, clearing your throat, “Nothing,” You shake your head to dismiss him. 

Soonyoung’s lips quirk and a teasing smile threatens to break across his face. 

“Tiger,” You repeat the word, hoping to appease him.

He hums in acknowledgment, “And you’ll do as I say and use it when you feel like you need to?” 

“Mhm…”

Soonyoung narrows his eyes at you. They scan over your figure, easily recognizing your body language. His lips press into a thin line and he struggles to contain his frustration. 

“Fine.” His voice comes out clipped, sharp even. 

Maybe it’s because of the endless years you’ve spent tangled in each other's lives, or maybe it’s because of the massive weak spot he’s grown for you over time — but Soonyoung knows you like the back of his hand. He’s slowly memorized every part of you. All the tells, all the signs. Your likes. Your dislikes. Even the smallest details that you haven’t figured out for yourself yet. 

So when you sit before him saying all the right things and giving him the answers he expects to hear, he’s able to read between the lines. 

You’ll endure it. Swallow it down and convince yourself you can handle it until you can’t. The instinct to please — to not disappoint — was practically in your blood.

He lets out a heavy sigh, turning his back to you. He runs a hand through his hair, foot tapping against the floorboard in a quiet rhythm to calm himself. 

A safe word has never been just a formality to Soonyoung. Especially when it came to scenes in which his usual dominance could possibly blur the lines between pleasure and intensity. He knew exactly how mean and demanding he could be, but despite that, he wasn’t heartless. At least, not completely. 

Unlike others who wielded dominance with cruel intentions, he knows what the word stop means. And he certainly knows that no means no.

So god forbid, he was trying to make sure it wasn’t your last resort. You needed to know how vital this conversation was — to know when to use it, understand your own limits, and most of all, realize that it’s okay to use it.

If you wouldn’t lean on the safety net yourself, then he would have to be the one to make sure it’s there. Not by force, never that. But with a precision that doesn’t thin the fragile line between challenge and care. The kind that gives you no room to hide even when you’re nearing that edge. 

Soonyoung grumbles, taking a swig from a nearby beer bottle. It was warm and flat, having been there for a few hours untouched, but it still does the trick. He sets it on his dresser with a clink, sitting back down on his desk chair and rolling it to the foot of his bed. He reaches out, arms wrapping around your thighs to yank your body towards him with a gentle force. 

You squeal in surprise, hands flying back to anchor yourself as he effortlessly drags you to the edge. The sheets bunch underneath your elbows, your pulse racing at the sudden motion. You blink at him wide-eyed, chest heaving in breathless anticipation. 

His calloused hands are rough on your smooth skin, fingers grazing over your thighs with a careful tenderness. His touch provides you with a comfort you always seem to long for.

One minute he’s talking to you — engaging in a casual conversation, or as much conversation as you’ll get from one of the boys; they weren’t much talkers. But the next, your shorts are suddenly discarded, thrown carelessly on the ground. Without even realizing, your body had responded — hips lifting unconsciously and making it easier for Soonyoung to pull off. His words served as a distraction and he’d made sure your focus was trained on him the entire time. 

You didn’t think much of it. You’ve occasionally walked around the house wearing far too little in search of a comfy hoodie or a pair of pants fresh out the dryer. Sometimes — even to make sure that your cookies didn’t burn, and that’s exactly how you ended up squirting all over Jeonghan’s lap last time. 

But usually, the boys never spared you a glance. And if they did, they never allowed their minds to wander anywhere inappropriate. 

You weren’t anywhere near the typical girls (sluts as they would prefer to be called) they hooked up with. 

No — you were you. 

There was always that unspoken line written in your friendship. One in which they never dared to cross. But with how men have turned into dogs over time, they’d rather it be them than anyone else. 

Soonyoung rests his hand on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your covered cunt. Immediately, your body stiffens. His thumb rubs soothing circles on your skin, but you can’t seem to concentrate on it as his breath ghosts over your neck. Your heart rate increases just as he lays a gentle kiss to your pulse point and it leaves you wondering whether he can feel the thumping on his lips. 

He presses soft kisses to your skin, trailing upwards towards your jaw. Your lids flutter, breath hitching as his mouth moves deliberately slow. A whimper almost escapes when one of his fingers swipe directly over your slit. The action causes moisture to spread in your panties; thin, white, and nearly sheer from sticking to your skin due to your arousal. 

“Relax,” Soonyoung mutters, noticing the quick rise and fall of your chest, “You’re too tense.” 

You nod obediently, granting him further access by unconsciously tilting your head. He sucks on the skin directly under your jaw and as he takes his time marking your flesh with his mouth, your pussy throbs in response. 

Soonyoung’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear. He lets his touch linger, toying with the material. It’s only when his lips find yours again, that he tugs it down. You lift yourself partially off the bed, too distracted to care as he deepens the kiss. It helps him remove the garment completely, tucking it into his back pocket. 

You whine as he breaks contact, pulling away. Soonyoung disregards you, instead pushing you down with a firm hand on your shoulder. Your back meets the mattress, legs clamped shut. Soonyoung clicks his tongue in disapproval. He shoots you a stern look, tapping at the side of your thigh. 

“Open.” 

You don’t listen, a small voice in the back of your head warning you that your dignity is fading even more so after your escapades with Jeonghan and Mingyu. 

“Y/n,” Soonyoung says, voice strict, “Open your legs.”

His tone causes you to whimper, your tummy turning nervously. You gaze up at him with wide puppy dog eyes — soft, pleading, and silently hoping it’ll melt the merciless wall he’s putting up. 

Soonyoung sighs, demeanor faltering. His eyes soften as they meet yours and he realizes that maybe he should be a little nicer. Your trust in him was currently at an all-time high and he would be damned to scare you away. 

“Come on baby,” He tries again. This time, he pries your knees apart for you. He keeps his eyes trained on yours the entire time, ignoring the pretty view between your thighs to save you from your nervousness of being on display. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

Your cheeks flush at his words, embarrassment flooding your senses. You squirm under his stare, holding it to the best of your ability. Coyly, you tilt your head in agreement.

Soonyoung subtly perks up. “Yeah?” He asks again. “You want that?” 

“Yeah,” You whisper lightly. 

His lips quirk into a smile, dropping as fast as it flashes across his face. His line of vision trails down to your neck, lingering over your tits, to your stomach, then finally settling on the prize. 

You were soaked, essence dripping onto the comforter below you. 

Soonyoung has to muffle a groan, his cock pulsing at the sight. He lays a delicate peck on your knee, unable to tear his eyes away. 

Out of all the girls he’s fucked — bent over, underneath, on top — your body was home to the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen.

Soonyoung bites his tongue, a degrading term threatening to roll off. He was meant to humiliate, to tease; but he could never do that to you. His respect for you outweighed his usual dominance by a landslide. 

His hand smooths over your pelvis and you flinch at the unexpectedness of his touch. You watch him between your legs as he kisses the inside of your left thigh, gradually moving downwards. You tense as he nears dangerous territory, but his fingers dig into your skin, massaging your muscles and loosening them. 

Both of his hands travel to the underside of your thighs near your ass. Gently, he rests them there, pushing upwards and further spreading you apart for him. Your mind screams at you to have a little more shame, but your body denies the request as your cunt gushes in excitement. 

Soonyoung focuses on your skin, laying pecks all around. He avoids your pussy, wanting to make you more comfortable before diving in. You feel his lips graze just below your belly button, moving south. 

A shiver rolls down your spine when you finally feel him place a kiss directly on your clit. A sound of satisfaction leaves your mouth and it gives Soonyoung the green light he needs.

Leisurely, he licks a stripe from your dripping hole to your bud. The action draws a whimper from you, a spike of pleasure easily spreading. He continues, keeping the same pace as he repeats the movement. Your lids flutter shut as you bask in the feeling. It dwells, enough to keep you content, but not enough to send you over the edge. 

Your wetness gathers on his tongue and Soonyoung figures that if he could have one meal for the rest of his life, it would be you. 

The taste of your cunt is addicting, even more so as he dips his tongue into your entrance. You whimper, legs spreading further apart. 

A choked moan slips out as he speeds up. His tongue moves rapidly and he bobs his head to add stimulation. You pant, chest visibly heaving as he looks up at you. Your head is thrown back against his bed, fingers gripping tightly at the duvet. He’s able to see the swell of your breasts from his line of vision and he reaches an arm up your stomach to fondle one under your shirt.  

His touch ignites a spark within you, his thumb grazing over your nipple and causing it to harden. He rolls the bud expertly, pinching it between two fingers and tugging slightly. You mewl in delight, hips bucking to grind against Soonyoung’s face. He chuckles into your cunt at your reaction, the vibration sending rippling waves of pleasure coursing through you. 

Your hand wraps around Soonyoung’s wrist, holding his arm there as his fingers play with your tit. You shut your eyes and he has half the right mind to scold you. He wants you entirely focused on him, but he decides that he should let you have this one — to be present in your pleasure instead of attentive to him. 

He shakes his head, the sudden movement causing your body to jerk. His tongue flattens against your clit, rough and wet as he quickly laps at the bundle of nerves. Your mouth opens, a string of whines escaping as your stomach muscles tighten. 

“Soonie,” You gasp, cut off by the sound of another whine escaping your lips. 

Soonyoung only hums. He pinches your nipple gently and you grind your pussy against his tongue again. He can sense your eagerness and it leaves him unfamiliar with the feeling of wanting to give in — to let you cum without begging or crying. 

So he does. 

He keeps the same tempo, refusing to change rhythm even just the slightest. His tongue flicks viciously at your clit, hands locking your thighs into place to ensure you don’t move. You try to thrash, but he keeps you grounded, unable to run away from him. 

You pull at the comforter, using it as your personal stress ball. It bunches in your grip but does nothing to put out the fire growing within your body. 

You’re hot — too hot. Your skin is tingling and ears are starting to hear a ring as Soonyoung transports you into a world of ecstasy. 

“Soonie, please.” You don’t know what you’re pleading for, but you can still decipher the desperation in your voice. The feeling is all too familiar to the one you’d felt with Jeonghan and you realize that you’d do anything to experience it again. 

Soonyoung hears you loud and clear despite your words coming out hurried and hushed. He uses his thumbs, spreading your pussy and giving him further access directly to your clit. You can feel everything a little better when he does and just as his thumb grazes through your wet slit, the coil snaps. 

Over the years, Soonyoung has seen you in a million different ways in a million different instances. But this — coming undone on his tongue, endless loud whines leaving your mouth, and legs spread far apart as he devours your pretty pussy — takes the cake. 

“Soonie!” You can do nothing but say his name, hole clenching around nothing. Your cunt gushes a fluid that you can feel drenching the sheets below you and Soonyoung lifts his head to admire. He replaces his tongue with his hand, fingers rubbing figure eights over your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. 

In a world full of sex, featuring Kwon Soonyoung — you’re either a creamer or a squirter.

In Soonyoung’s case, he just so happened to adore squirters. The messier, the better. 

“There we go,” He praises, “That’s a good girl.” 

Your legs threaten to close but he holds them open, fingers working expertly to prolong your orgasm. You can hear the audible sounds of your slick as he runs his finger through your folds and it only adds to the filth you’re experiencing. 

The pleasurable rush feels like it lasts for ages, but eventually, you come down from the high. Your mouth falls open as you try and catch your breath, endless pants falling from your lips. 

Your chest rises and falls, heart still racing as if trying to catch up. You blink slowly, trying to center yourself. You feel Soonyoung’s hand on your inner thigh, ghosting over your cunt as his other hand massages your trembling legs. You find strength within yourself to prop your upper half up, using your elbows as leverage. 

Soonyoung was nicer than usual, giving you at least a few minutes to rest before he attempted to thrust you toward the edge yet again. One minute, you’re staring into his eyes from between your legs, and the next, your back hits the mattress from the sheer hostility of his mouth. 

He greedily slurps up your arousal, tongue lapping through your folds. His lips hover directly above your clit, closing around the bud and sucking harshly. The action causes your back to arch, a cry emitting loudly throughout the room. Your hole clenches around nothing, excess fluid dripping onto the comforter. 

Soonyoung pokes his head up, mouth shining from your juices. “You're making a mess, sweetheart.” His thumb replaces his mouth, rubbing over your clit slowly. 

“M’ sorry,” You whimper softly, “Can’t help it.” 

Soonyoung hums, faux sympathy lacing his features. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?”

You nod with lidded eyes, hips bucking against his hand, “So good Soonie.”

He chuckles, head dipping low to dart out his tongue yet again.

Amongst the many rumors circling the grounds of your university, today, you’ve debunked one: Kwon Soonyoung lives up to his title of being a munch.

You try and count how many seconds pass by before your skin starts to tingle. Soonyoung shifts his focus solely on your clit, opting to suck instead of lick. The suction leaves you fidgeting from overstimulation, sensitivity from your last orgasm still fresh as you barrel towards another one. 

It washes over you faster than before — much stronger. Soonyoung doesn’t adjust his pace to accommodate your thrashing. Instead, he holds your hips down on the bed, lips attached to your clit. Your essence paints the lower half of his face, pussy leaking messily of wetness. 

An endless string of pitiful whines escape from you, but it does little for Soonyoung to show mercy. His mouth stays glued to your pussy, even despite the fight you put up. 

“T-too much,” You whimper, feeling somewhat overstimulated. You shuffle around on the mattress, trying to escape. It only grants you a short minute of relief as his lips detach from you, but it doesn’t last long. His hands grip your legs, pulling you back to him. 

“You know your safe word,” His hands settle on the back of your thighs to hold you open for him, “Use it.” 

You let out a choked sob when you feel him again, flinching as the tip of his tongue pokes at your entrance. It threatens to push further, but instead, he swipes it through your folds. It feels rigid against your clit, alternating between tracing circles and flicking.

You try not to get too loud, embarrassed that the other boys might hear you through the walls of his bedroom. But as the pleasure builds in your lower abdomen, your dignity fades away slowly, but surely. 

When you cum for the third time, you start to get antsy. Your thighs twitch involuntarily, attempting to pry themselves from Soonyoung’s grasp. They tremble when he urges them farther apart, addicted to the taste of your cunt. 

The fourth spirals into you out of thin air, only seconds apart from the last. Your hand darts out, tangling in Soonyoung’s hair. You nudge him away subtly, fighting the urge to pull him closer and grind your pussy against his tongue. He slows his pace until you calm down, but picks up not long after. 

Each time Soonyoung swears it's the last — but he was on an agenda to hear your safe word from your mouth. You could only last so long; and with the way he was wearing you thin, Soonyoung knew that you were nearing that brink.

“C’mon Y/n,” He encourages, “Just say it.” 

“No,” You whine softly, “I can take it.” 

You can feel his annoyance through his fingertips digging into your skin.

“I don’t think you can, baby.” 

“Soonyoung,” Your voice is a cry — desperate. “More please.” 

He sighs, eyes skirting over you. He blinks fast, visibly irritated, but nods. His tongue flattens against your pussy, getting to work once again. 

You can feel your muscles loosening, unable to control them as your fifth orgasm takes over. Your thighs spasm, legs flailing as you kick. Soonyoung’s arms wrap firmly around them, anchoring you. His hands rest on your stomach, pushing your hips down to stay still. He watches you like a hawk, tongue moving diligently.

By the time your sixth orgasm rolls around, you’re a mess. Your mind is hazy, vision blurry from the tears filling your eyes. You mutter incoherent babbles, words jumbling together. The only thing you can find yourself being aware of is Soonyoung’s mouth latched to your cunt and the bliss that surges through your body. You can mildly feel yourself squirting, soaking the sheets beneath your lower half. 

Your seventh orgasm is when the word finally tumbles from your lips. It comes out rushed, with a loud cry. Tears drip down the sides of your face, unbearable pleasure ripping through you. It borders on the edge of painful, but the familiar feeling of euphoria along with it, keeps you at bay. 

“Tiger, tiger, tiger.” You repeat, although you didn’t have to. As soon as your safe word met his ears, Soonyoung let up. 

Your body feels like mush, sinking deeper into the mattress. Your pussy throbs, yearning for more but you clench your thighs shut, thankful for mercy instead. Your palms cover your face, wiping at your wet eyes.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Soonyoung watches as you hide your face behind your hands. He rubs his own along the side of your leg, helping coax you into a calmer state. 

You respond with a short whimper, barely audible. You feel messy and in desperate need of a cold shower. You whine this time, suddenly aware and shy of your current predicament. 

Soonyoung’s touch leaves for a short minute. You have the urge to peek through your fingers, seeking out his comfort again, but he returns quickly. He pries your hands away from your face, nudging you to sit up. You do so reluctantly, curling your chest into your knees when you do. Your body is heavy and threatens to fall against the plush mattress again, but Soonyoung keeps you stable with a grip on your shoulder. 

He holds something to your mouth. The plastic material nudges against your lips, and you furrow your brows. 

“Drink.” 

You hesitantly sip the water he’s offering. It’s only then that you realize exactly how dry your throat felt. It makes you wonder how loud you were actually being. 

You try to pull away after a few gulps, but Soonyoung hums with disapproval. “Uh-uh.” He holds the straw steady in your mouth, refusing to budge, “Drink more, you need to stay hydrated.” 

Grumbling, you gulp down a bit more to appease him. You sip slowly, leaning into his touch as he pets the wild strands of your hair down. 

“You did good,” He praises, “I’m proud of you.” 

You stare up at him with doe-eyes, throat bobbing the more you drink. You acknowledge his words with the squint of your eyes, but your brain barely comprehends them in your fucked out state. 

Soonyoung removes the straw when he’s satisfied with your water intake, setting the bottle down. Your legs swing over the side of the bed when he’s turned away to get up, but a rush of dizziness consumes you when you start to stand. Your limbs feel like jelly and Soonyoung has to dart forward to catch you before you fall. 

“Not so fast baby,” His hands are firm on your hips, stabilizing you. Your palms rest on his shoulders, holding on tightly for support as he lowers you to sit on the bed. “I’ll get you all cleaned up. Just rest for a bit.” 

You want to protest, but Soonyoung’s tone leaves no room for argument. He crouches down in front of you, staring up into your eyes. They’re softer than usual, unlike the sharp gaze that tears through you whenever you glance into them. Your head tilts to the side when he cups your face, thumb gently ghosting over your cheek. 

“Tired Soonie,” You say softly. Your lids flutter, wanting to close but you keep them open to the best of your ability. The sleepiness stems out of nowhere, but now that Soonyoung is making you take a breather, it hits you full force. 

“You’re tired?” His eyebrows perk up, attentive to your growing sluggishness. 

You nod, leaning further against his hand cupping your face. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” You confirm.

“Take a nap then,” He gestures his head to the pillows before standing up and towering over you. 

“But —,” You try to rebuttal, but he’s quick to cut you off.

“I’ll clean you up, don’t worry. Just sleep baby,” He ruffles your hair, urging you to crawl back against the bed, “I got you.” 

An argument sits at the tip of your tongue, but it vanishes as soon as your head hits his soft, fluffy pillow. His familiar scent of sandalwood and light musk fills your senses, providing you with a comfort that eases you into a peaceful sleep. 

Soonyoung disappears to retrieve a towel from his bathroom, but when he gets back, you’re already fast asleep. He almost chuckles at how quickly you’d managed to drift off, but he shakes his head instead, gently patting the towel against your skin. 

Your thighs were still drenched and pussy dripping, but he can’t find it within himself to care — he’s going to have to change his sheets anyway.

Most days he’s prepared for this, already having a towel laid down and bedsheets stripped before indulging in anything sexual. He knows that things can get messy when it comes to him, so he’s always one step ahead. 

But this is different — this is you. And you’ve always been the only exception.

[hoshykitty]

MDNI, 18+

CONTENT | tit sucking, fingering, thigh riding. soonyoung loves your boobs.

you were perched on soonyoung’s lap. your hands rubbing his shoulders as he placed soft kisses on your neck. his hands rested on your waist, swirling soft circles on your delicate skin. he trailed his lips down to your chest, coating your neck with wet kisses. he stopped right atop your lacy red bra, placing a soft peck on the hill of your breast before staring into your eyes, which were already on him. 

“why’d you stop?” you breathed, your tone whiny. your hips grinding against his.

“you look gorgeous,” soonyoung mumbled, hands snaking to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. the soft fabric falling between your bodies, leaving your upper torso completely exposed. “so fucking beautiful.”

his lips attached to your sensitive bud, licking it softly before sucking your nipple. you moaned in response, back arching, pushing your chest even more towards his face. he hummed against your soft skin, inhaling your soft vanilla scent. his free hand reached up to your other breast, making sure to pay equal attention to it. he gently squeezed your free boob, while simultaneously flicking his tongue over your nipple. your body jolted, throwing your head back from the pleasure.

“so good,” you whimpered, “more please.”

soonyoung detached his lips from your right breast before quickly switching to your left one. his tongue swirled over the hardened bud, eyes darting to your face, seeing your eyes flutter shut in content. “how are they so perfect?” he groaned. his thumb circled your nipple as he lightly squeezed your breasts.

you grabbed his other hand, guiding it between your bodies and between your thighs. your thin shorts separating your warmth and his fingers. he caved in to your demands. his fingers hooked the waistband of your bottoms before slipping them in to find your soaked and pulsing pussy. his fingertips danced along your slit, spreading your arousal from your entrance to your clit.

soonyoung chuckled at your needy state. your hips grinding down his palm, trying to feel some sort of friction.

“my needy girl,” he mumbled against your chest before pulling away. you visibly frowned at the lack of contact. he wrapped his arm around your waist before gently setting you down on the bed. his fingers found your waistband once more before pulling them down your legs. not missing the way your underwear stuck to your glistening core.

soonyoung climbed in between your legs, his thigh making contact with your slick heat. he pressed his lips against yours. your arms flying around his neck to pull him close. his cold hand slid between your thighs, fingers toying with your clit. he rubbed soft circles on your sensitive nerve before slowly easing in two fingers.

you gasped, pulling away from the kiss. your hips lifted off the mattress to meet his palm. he worked his fingers deliberately slow, making sure his digits were entirely coated with your arousal. he knew exactly how to keep you afloat.

“wanna, fuck, ride your thigh.” you moaned, pushing his body down against the mattress. he happily complied, watching as you scrambled to straddle his thigh. you sat yourself on his thigh, your slick coming in contact with his skin as you slowly rode out your high. he shamelessly watched as your breasts bounced with every jerk of your hips. your head was thrown back from the pleasure. he couldn’t help but sit up and entrap one of your nipples in his mouth. your hands finding his shoulders for support as you relentlessly rutted your hips against his flexed thigh. he sucked your already sensitive nipple, addicted to the way you tasted.

your thighs began to shake. pleasure coursing through your body as he began to flick his tongue on your nipple. his other hand pinching your free bud. “oh fuck, yeah.” you cried out, your hips stuttering. your nails digging into his shoulder as you reached your high. soon enough, you came crashing down on his thigh, warm fluids spilling out of you. he released your nipple with a pop, pressing a soft kiss on it once more before flashing you a smile.

“god, i love you like this.”