#sunwoo drabble

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sunwoo x fem!reader

18th fic for my anniversary event | requested by anon

wc: 1.4k, fwb, smut (mdni), a lil angst, hurt/comfort, y/n is emotionally constipated, sunwoo is in love, fingering, piv, aftercare

a/n: it's been so long since these were requested & i'm so sorry for the wait >_< i'll be slowly picking up the remaining requests for this event!

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You don’t care about him. Sunwoo knows, he knows it so well. And yet he’s waiting for you again, sitting on the off-white bedsheets at that stupid motel. The neon signs are flickering outside the window, harsh colors blending into the bright lights of the city. And he waits, because you called. After three weeks of silence, you finally called. This isn’t healthy, not for him because he’s too far gone in all the wrong ways, and not for you because you’re using him as a distraction from problems you don’t want to face. Sunwoo can’t fix them for you, but he would. He’d do a lot of things for you, if you just say the word, and that’s the whole problem. You’re never kind when you call him up. By now he knows the names he can expect from you all too well. Idiot. Asshole. Dumbass. Loser. Maybe he is too lenient with you, maybe he shouldn’t just accept whatever you’re giving. But he knows this isn’t about him, he knows you just need a place to vent your anger and Sunwoo is willing to be whatever place you need. He doesn’t make plans on weekends anymore, because there is always that chance of you calling and he knows he would prioritize you over anything else. He’d cancel it all just to spend three nights at this godforsaken motel with you. If he takes a moment to be honest with himself, he’ll have to admit that there’s nothing good coming out of these meetings, and his own unmet expectations have long started to take a toll on his life. Maybe he should draw a line. Maybe he should let you go. 

But then there’s knocking on the door, taptap tap, and he jumps to his feet so quickly it makes the mattress squeak. 

He has barely opened the door when he already feels your lips on his in a messy and desperate kiss. It makes him stumble backwards and he just so manages not to lose his footing. You throw the door shut behind you and discard your jacket on the floor and then you’re right back with him again, your hands tangling in the hair at the back of his neck as you devour his lips.

“What’s up, loser?” you say when you finally pull away and you try so hard to sound cool and aloof, but Sunwoo can hear the voice crack waiting to happen and he can see the red beneath your eyes.

“I have a name, you know,” he replies but he knows you won’t take the comment seriously. He never says it like he means it, so of course you’re not compelled to react accordingly.

“You think I remember that?”

“Right.” Sunwoo huffs a laugh. You’re obviously just saying that, but he thinks it’d be nice to hear you call his name sometimes. He’s too scared to make demands though, too scared one wrong move will make you delete his number and look for a different source of entertainment. Maybe you wouldn’t. Maybe you’d surprise him and stay. But he can’t take that risk. So he goes back to kissing you, his hands on your waist pulling you into his body and sneaking underneath the fabric of your top.

“Hurry,” you complain, when he’s taking his sweet time kissing down your neck, “you don’t have to treat me like some virgin.”

He’s not. He’s treating you like a person, but it’s no use arguing with you, so he lets you push him onto the mattress. You shimmy out of your shoes and pants and pull your top over your head and then you straddling his hips in nothing but your underwear that embraces your body in all the right ways.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, his hands naturally finding their way to your hips again.

“Shut up,” you reply as you unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. For a brief moment your fingers are roaming his upper body, cold fingertips that leave goosebumps on his warm skin, but then your impatience wins and you start to fumble with his jeans. You don’t make him take it off, you’re not wasting your time on that. Instead you push it down just enough to get your hands on him. Sunwoo lets out a moan when you touch him, moving in a way you know will get him hard, and the proud little smile on your lips makes him think he should stop trying to hold back his little sighs and noises. In a matter of minutes if not seconds, you have him all hot and bothered, but of course you wouldn’t let him cum like that. You crawl back to the edge of the bed, fishing out a condom from the pocket of your jeans that are lying on the floor, and then make quick work of opening the wrapper and rolling it on. 

“Wait,” Sunwoo holds onto your hips as you hover above him, your panties already pushed to the side, ready to take him, “let me prep you first.”

You roll your eyes, grab his wrist and shove his hand between your legs, your juices soaking his fingers. “I’m wet enough, it’s fine,” you insist, but he still lets his digits run through your folds before slowly pushing them into you. He marvels at the small little noises you let out for him, crumbling so easily under his touch despite your insistence that it isn’t necessary.

“Enough already,” you press out between choked moans when he curls his fingers in a way he knows you love, and this time he relents, his own impatience to feel you making it easy to give in.

When you finally sink down on him, he thinks he's in heaven. You let out a whimper as he bottoms out, giving yourself a moment to adjust to him before you start moving. His fingertips dig into your flesh, the pleasure building up in him again with the roll of your hips. He’s close again way too quickly with you moving on top of him. He can’t cum yet though, not if you haven’t reached your high yet, so he moves one of his hands down to where you’re connected, rubbing circles on your clit that have you clenching around him.

“Close,” you sigh, your movements growing more and more sloppy. He bucks his hips into you to help you out as your legs start to lose strength, never stopping his ministrations on your clit. When you finally reach your orgasm, you clench so hard around him that it pushes him over the edge too. You ride your highs out together, your head falling onto his shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck,” you mumble into his skin and then you slowly move off him, letting yourself fall onto the mattress. He takes another second to compose himself before he disappears into the bathroom and returns a moment later, a wet washcloth in hand.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say as he wipes down your body, but he can tell you secretly like it by the way you close your eyes and relax into his touch. It grows quiet and peaceful between the two of you and Sunwoo thinks you fell asleep, but then you speak up once more.

“I missed you, Sunwoo.” He almost doesn’t trust his own ears, but when he looks into your hooded eyes they are already looking right back at him. He’s at a loss for words, stopping all movements and staring at you.

“Didn’t you miss me?” you ask when he stays silent, “At least a little bit?” You’ve never been this vulnerable with him before.

“I missed you,” he finally replies, setting aside the washcloth and cupping your cheeks, “I missed you so much.” He gently kisses your temple and your eyes flutter shut, “So don’t make me wait so long anymore. Let's do things properly.”

But your eyes stay closed and you don’t reply. Sunwoo knows you’re not asleep. He knows you’re just running away from a moment that felt a bit too intimate for comfort. And he lets you. He’ll wait again; he can wait some more.

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❛ ──── 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘. ⟡ 𝒸lassmates 𝓉𝑜 𝓁overs

더보이즈 you get partnered up with the one athlete everyone at your school is obsessed with 📠

김선우 smut ꒰ MDNI──dirty talk, spitting, biting 5034THOU ❜ CATALOGUE

The harsh ultra-violet rays warmed your skin, sending a gentle goosebump-ridden pattern over it. You looked out ahead, watching as the soccer team practiced hard—almost daily now (only taking a break on Wednesdays). A breeze passed through the air, weaving its way all around your body, which was wearing the school’s uniform loosely. You sighed, looking up to the wave of lustrously-green trees against the clear-blue sky. 

Your body was relaxed, leaning ever-so-slightly back against the bleacher behind you. Your hand came up when a particularly bright ray shined through the dark leaves of late spring and you blocked it. Then, just as you were about to let it fall back down, your attention caught on one particular member of the team, when a shout of victory wafted into your ears: Kim Sunwoo. 

He was the main character of your daydreams, racing heartbeats, and physical ache. You knew it was stupid to be caught in his grasp, like the rest of the school was. You knew you weren’t special in the way you’d look at him longingly—so desperate for any kind of appraisal from the athlete. 

However, unlike the rest of the female (and male) population, you were contemptuous with your delusion over him. Even if it was an unrequited love, you were closer with yourself—and schooling���in its result. Your parents definitely weren’t complaining with your top-student status and class president tasks.

It seemed like a win-win, but still, you sometimes caught yourself wishing for more in the loneliness of the night, when your mind was the best at focusing on things it shouldn’t. You’d imagine things you’d rather keep in the depths of your archives. Secrets you were prepared to take to the grave: everyone loved Sunwoo, but no one knew you did as well.

The prejudice was that you were too caught up in said studies to even look up, especially not in his direction. You had only a couple of friends, ones you truly trusted with your life, and even they had no clue about your feelings for the soccer player.

You watched his celebration, a fist pumped into the air and a bright smile that caused a blush to litter your cheeks. In moments like these, you were glad he really had no idea you existed when you weren't standing right in front of him. He high-fived the team members, walking over to the sidelines and throwing a small towel over his shoulder. 

It was honestly a little pathetic the way you couldn't peel your eyes from the way his muscles strained against the spandex of the shirt, or the way the sweat would roll down his perfectly sun-kissed skin. The softness of the genuine smile that pressed against his mouth and up into his eyes, the ones that flirted so effortlessly with his slow and cool mannerisms. 

Genuinely, when he looked so good, it made it hard for you to not drift off into another fantasy, one where he’d walk up to you and sweep you off your feet like a prince in a fairytale…and, he always looked this good. 

You huffed out a breath, one you weren’t even sure if you were holding or not, and crossed your legs over one-another. You narrowed your eyes (in some weird attempt at zooming in), swearing you could see the man of your dreams—and reality—walking in your direction. 

He flashed a devilish smile, you weren’t convinced was meant for you, breaking from the teammates he’d been walking with. his eyes met yours, and for a moment you thought you were asleep—or dead. 

frankly, you think this scenario would suit a chuckle from the athlete who watched your eyes go wide as he further approached.

he took a long drink from the bottle in his hand, holding said eye contact as he lightly swallowed. you mimicked him with a dry throat, admiring how his adamsapple bobbed with each gulp. 

he straddled the bench, setting his things between his open thighs. “y/n?” he asked as he raked a hand through his sweaty hair. you couldn’t look away, like a must-watch thriller that you’d spent your hard earned money on. you could feel the way your heart rattled your ribcage, just aching to escape and feel his against it. 

an audible hum left your lips in reply. you could feel the heat that radiated your features and spread throughout your body. and, you knew, despite opposition, that he could see its pink shade.  

the one-sided tension was suffocating. you shifted uncomfortably—or maybe in some desperate attempt to ease the ache—and clasped your hands together. then, once again, he smiled at you. your heart didn’t know whether to shatter or melt in the presence, which you’ve only been able to see up close a couple of times. 

“your place or mine?” 

you wouldn’t have believed the way your eyes could grow three-sizes larger than they already had previously. 

“w-what?” you choked out. 

he chuckled at your flustered state. “ms. park posted the partners for the group-projects.” he stated matter-of-factly. “and, guess what class president?” you all but asked what; gulping loudly, tensing your legs together, as well as your fingers and lips. “we’re partnered.” 

you wanted to play it cool, but the excitement at the revelation was fast-approaching. you’d never had the opportunity to see him outside of school—and granted, it was still over school-work but, a win was still a win in your book. 

“o-oh!” you ragged out along with a shaky breath. “right, i was waiting until after practice to ask you about it.”

you lied.

you had no idea that the groups were announced. you just spent your free-time on this bench pretending to do work often enough that it seemed reliable.

his eyebrows rose, like he could see right through your antics. it was honestly a little intimidating; or maybe that’s not exactly the right word to describe the feeling hot-spotted in you.

he glanced back at the field momentarily, watching the rest of his teammates leave the outlined grass. “whatever you say, class president, but i knew exactly where to find you… except on wednesdays.” the undertone was something you couldn’t read, just out of your depth, but still plunged you further into curiosity. “we’ll go to my place then, and i’ll shower while you get started. how’s that sound? practice is done anyways.”

you wanted to protest his offer, but there was something intoxicating about seeing his room and smelling the cologne that lingered in the air. the shampoo and body wash that would waft out to you. you’d dreamt about it, and simply, you wanted to see if it was anything like the picture you painted in your head.

“i can just meet you later—you can shower in peace.” you started to pull the phone from the bag at your side, opening it, and holding it in his direction. “maybe, in like two hours?”

he took hold of the machinery. “what’s the fun in that? you could’ve joined me if you got too bored.”

you laughed painfully, shifting once again at the heat between your thighs. you wanted to accept the offer more than anything, however you know you shouldn’t.

but, what was the fun in that?

“a shame.” he chuckled lightly, holding the phone back out to you after inputting his number and texting himself the address. “i’ll see you then, y/n.”

it was the exact house number you were now staring at, eyes shifting between the text on your screen and the apartment door. it had been a little over two-hours, you having to hype yourself up before you left. and you had decided to relax by taking a bath as well, getting a little carried away with your imagination—which ultimately caused you to be late as well—but, you didn’t think delinquent-athlete, sunwoo, would care all too much.

“you could’ve knocked,” you hadn’t realized the door was now open, revealing the dimly lit (because the curtains were closed and it was approaching 6pm) living space. “or called.”

“s-sorry. i wasn’t sure if this was the right place.” you watched as he moved aside, creating just enough room for you to brush past him, giving you an oh-so desired smell of his cologne.

you cursed yourself for getting so worked up over the little things he’d do, but now you were finding it hard to believe that that wasn’t his intention. he kept you coming back for more, and you were always eager.

“do you want any water?” he asked, watching your frame stand awkwardly in his living room. “my rooms over there, i have a couple of things for you.”

you choked again. “f-for me?”

he laughed. “to use on the poster, y/n.” and he mumbled something after that you weren’t able to catch.

your head panned as he walked to the kitchen, ears listening to the light rattle of glass cups and running water. you plastered your hands to one another politely, scanning over the couple pictures sunwoo did have laying about; his apartment only had the necessities. the few pictures were ones of a younger girl, who you assumed to be his little sister—who he obviously loved enough to display. but you thought there must’ve been more to them, to him, and deep down you knew you’d like to find out one day; to comfort him in his time of need. to be his.

sunwoo came back, two glasses in his hands as he motioned for the closed door on your left. “you can open it, i’ve got nothing to hide from you.”

you don’t know why those words made you blush, maybe it’s because they’re from him, and anything from the athlete is enough to send you reeling.

your hand trembled as it reached to the knob. “oh, okay.” you said, trying to block it with your body. “i was thinking we could start with reading the book a little bit more, to familiarize ourselves with the data before making the final draft. that’s if you don’t mind?”

the door swung against its hinges, making the site of a dark, but minimalistic room meet your view. you took in the smell of cologne, but it didn’t seem to be overpowering like he had just sprayed it around carelessly. his bed was neatly made, black sheets and black pillows placed meticulously: as if a house keeper had been around to do it for him.

he placed the glasses against the wood of his nightstand, a charger and lamp being the only other decor on it.

he pressed the lamp and illuminated the room just a little more. “not confident, class president?”

“that’s not it,” you blurted out, his brows knit and arms crossed as he awaited your explanation. you could barely look in his direction, biting your tongue to not say: i just get flustered enough to forget around you.

“i, uh, it’s just that… nevermind. let’s begin!”

he huffed out another laugh, his actions too fast for you to process as his hands met your shoulders, pushing you to sit on his bed.

your eyes seemed to be in a perpetually widened state, but you found it telling that you put up no protest. the bag on your back made it into your lap, and you unzipped it, taking out multiple pens, markers and whatnot to make a decent poster. sunwoo had grabbed a paper, putting it on the floor and holding out his book for you to take. your hands brushed as you accepted it, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

you began to lay a couple of your class-taken notes onto his bedding, and sunwoo made his way around to the other side. he plopped down onto his stomach, making you bounce slightly.

“you know, class prez, people think you’re scary. you’re always studying, you barely look up, and when you do it’s to tell people off because they’re interrupting said studying.” you tried to read over the notes, but found it hard to ignore the harmonies within his voice. and that your leisure-clothes were getting too warm around your skin. “but they don’t know you, i guess. you’re smart but i bet you know how to have, at least, a little fun, don’t you? and, it’s no secret the school thinks your looks are top-tear. it’s just a shame you reject everyone that asks you out. it’s a waste of your time, i presume. anyways, that’s enough. let’s get started, shall we?”

“w-why?” you asked in such a hushed breath that sunwoo barely heard it. and if he lived with anyone else, or if a car or plane went by at the perfect time, he wouldn’t have. “why is that a shame?”

“because you are beautiful, y/n.”

fuck your clothes, your skin was getting too hot against you. your breath was labored, and now the words on the paper were congregating. you couldn’t focus with sunwoo next to you, and that’s exactly what you feared.

why’d you have to ask? curiosity did kill the cat.

the way you shifted didn’t go unnoticed by the athlete and he let out a chuckle that should just be his signature at this point.

he sat up now, burning his eyes into the side of your head. “what’s wrong, y/n?” he asked, but you refused to look away from the notes, even if you couldn’t get your mind to read them. “has no one ever called you that before?”

you bit your lip, thumbs ripping at the skin around the nail. truthfully, yes, one person has called you that, but it didn’t feel the same as when he did it. sunwoo made your heart beat out of your chest, breath leave your lungs so fast it made you lightheaded. he made you weak in the knees, like you were just jelly to begin with, melting in the sun.

you felt a soft hand reach across you, taking the farthest cheek within his palm and focusing your vision towards himself.

his skin felt like fire against you, but even this smallest touch made you crave more, made you need him in a more than innocent way. and, you were starting to believe his intentions were exactly the same as yours.

your eyes finally focused at the feeling on his hand sliding to rest against the side of your neck, as if he was caressing it, running his thumb over your windpipe gently.

you’d never seen sunwoo so close to your face, but you had imagined it, and it was nothing in comparison. he was beyond beautiful, a sight to see: tan skin untainted by pores and blemishes, soft features like his lips that contradicted, but complimented shaper ones such as his eyes and nose. he was the perfect harmony in your opinion, the perfect—

“god, y/n. i must be crazy.” he broke you from your admiration, breath hitting your lips. “would you treat me any different from the guys who have asked you out in the past?”

god, yes.

your stomach was beyond knots now, the whole damn zoo being let loose. your hands were gripping the sheets at the anticipation that seemed to be agonizing enough to kill you where you sat. in reality, sunwoo wasn’t even doing anything, but he had you at his fingertips, and you weren’t convinced you couldn’t pass out right now.

“fuck, maybe i am crazy…” his eyes flicked to your lips momentarily. “do you want this? i know i’d be interrupting your studying, class president.”

and you don’t know where your confidence came from, but the way you closed the gap was desperate. however, sunwoo put up no protest, and quickly gained control over the situation.

his other palm pulled you by your cheek to deepen the kiss. well, that was until he had enough of the angle you were sat at and gripped your thigh to fully get you onto his bed.

he was a good kisser, a great one in fact, and it made you crave his lips in other places to experience the full effect.

now he was pushing your body by your lower back, trying to get you as close to him a possible, and as if you could read minds, you threw your leg over him to straddle his lap.

he broke the kiss. “good girl.” he said before reconnecting with the skin on your neck, and smiling against it when he heard you whine quietly. you could feel him growing hard underneath you, and wondered if he’d take this all the way, wondered if he wanted you like that. “you do want this, don’t you?”

inside your head you couldn’t help thinking that maybe you weren’t desirable, maybe he was only doing this to prove a point: that the whole school was within his grasp. maybe it was to brag tomorrow, as locker room chatter before soccer practice, because why would sunwoo like you outside of your delusions?

his arms caged you against him, stoping all minor movements and actions. he looked into your eyes, and for a moment it’s like the world had ceased. the only thing you could hear was the thumping within your own chest and the echoes of your doubts.

“do you want me, sunwoo?”

he kissed your lips gently—almost lovingly—before stating. “more than anything right now.”

and you wanted to ask if it was only right now that he wanted you, but you couldn’t will that to leave your lips, as his eyes locked onto your own, mixing like watercolor.

you’d wanted him to want you for a long time, so you hoped it wasn’t only now that he felt the same.

“are you okay?”

your palms now laid against his cheeks, biting your bottom lip, half-nervously and half from feeling his hands curve where the seams of your thighs met the underside of your ass. you pulled him quickly back to you, breaking away only to mumble a quiet yes before being fully taken over by your lust.

he flipped you over quickly, and you found comfort between his soft pillows and blanket. he pushed your thighs apart, slotting himself in between to attach back on your already swollen lips.

his voice came out in a hushed tone, only for you. “class prez, has anyone had you like this? have they seen how perfect you look with messy hair and puffy lips? i bet you’d look so cute crying, wouldn’t you?” you whimpered at the words—the thought—you wanted him to think you were cute, attractive in any way, it was human nature after all; and everything about this was primal. “how far do you want me to go?”

your voice was once again barely audible over your own heartbeat. “whatever you want.”

“yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

you were beginning—ignoring all previous warnings—to feel overwhelmed, his tongue sending you into overdrive. you didn’t know what to do as you felt him ghost his lips on your collar bone, then down over your chest, eventually landing at your stomach. he pushed the fabric up, latching down onto your hip bone, which had you shifting to get any sort of friction on your core.

all his minuscule teasing was actually beginning to feel painful, but he got the hint. you knew he would.

sunwoo grabbed at the waistband on your pants, looking up to you for reassurance, but you just lifted your hips to make it easier for him. he chuckled, pulling both of the fabrics blocking you from him down.

you heard him mumble something along the lines of pretty as he placed open-mouth kisses against your inner thighs.

one thing about sunwoo is that he left you no room to feel self-conscious or embarrassed. he knew how to love you right, (you didn’t want to know why that was) and was determined to show you that.

you might not have believed this was something more than locker-room chatter, but now…

you moaned when he finally attached to your aching clit, sucking gently before alternating between kissing and licking at your slit. your hand covered your mouth out of embarrassment at the sounds that you couldn’t stop from making. truthfully, the last (and only) guy you were with didn’t even make you finish, so you didn’t have to worry about being too loud—or god forbid, annoying.

but, sunwoo hated that you weren’t letting him hear how good he was doing. he wanted the praise just at much as you did, nonetheless he let you continue. he’d let you until you were completely at his mercy, malleable under his touch. he’d let you because that made you comfortable.

and, to be honest, it still fueled his ego.

“c-close,” you managed to mumble through your fingers, eyes squeezed shut and head lulled back. “woo, please?”

and that fact that you had asked him almost made him cum untouched. so, you were his? he thought to himself, before he groaned into your pussy at the feeling of your fingers attaching to his hair, only adding to your pleasure.

the hands squeezing your plush thighs pulled you closer to his face, close enough to suffocate, but he’d die a happy man.

he continued to eat you out like a starved man, only bedrudgingly pulling away right before you had the chance to properly orgasm.

“w-wait!” you tried to push him back, frantically searching for the edge you were just about to topple off. “w-wh—sunwoo, fuck, d-don’t stop. please.”

tears were pricking your eyes out of frustration—the whole thing being so emotionally and vulnerably charged, you weren’t sure you could hold them back. then, shivers were sent throughout your shaking body as he soothed over your sides and stomach with his hands, lips back to their spot on your thighs.

he propped himself up, staring down at the godly figure he never truly thought you’d let him see. and after a minute, you got embarrassed at the strong gaze on your glistening core; your knees coming together.

his fingers slotted between them, pulling your legs apart. “don’t hide from me, baby. you’re so beautiful—god, all for me, right?”

you whined, quickly sitting up and reaching out for anything he’d give you.

sunwoo kissed your lips again, keeping you at his level with a hand on the small of your back and one gripping the hem of your shirt. you were dizzy from the taste of yourself on him, sunwoo only breaking apart to get the fabric up, and fully over your head. he took off your bra and suddenly the realization that you were fully naked in front of the prized soccer captain, while he was fully clothed, sunk in.

you whined again, too drunk off him to formulate anything coherent. he laughed at how desperately you were pawing at his sweats. “what’s wrong?”

you looked up at him. “fuck me?” and if your eyes weren’t the definition of puppy-dog, he didn’t know what was.

he smiled, grabbing your wrist. “patience, baby. i’ll give you what you want.”

you fell back again, opting to obey him because you were honestly too far gone to come up with anything else to do.

and he did, taking off his sweats, along with the rest of his clothes and pressing his body to yours. his lips were connected back to you and you clawed at his shoulders—anything to ground yourself—while his held your torso down firmly.

he looked between your bodies as he lined himself with your entrance. your head was thrown back, and he pressed a chaste kiss to the middle of your neck before mumbling. “you are pretty when you cry, y/n.” and pushing in slowly.

the stretch only burned for a minute until you moaned almost embarrassingly loud with each shallow thrust. a hand instinctively come up to hide them away. but, that only lasted so long until sunwoo intertwined his fingers with yours, pushing them into the bed on either side of your head.

“don’t hide them, baby,” he sighed against your lips. “please.”

and, whether you wanted to or not, you didn’t have a choice. the noises fell freely from your lips into his shoulder, as he sucked and nipped at your neck again.

“i-is it good?” you could barely hear him, your ears ringing with pleasure; was it good? is he stupid?

you choked on a chuckle, feeling him angle himself just perfectly inside you to brush against your g-spot. “holy fuck,”

“right there, baby?” he did it again, taking notes and storing them away in the back of his mind. your head lulled back again, and he watched your face contort, mouth falling open. “does it feel good?” you couldn’t reply, his thrusts only getting harder after that.

you could feel the band in your stomach tightening, and you feared you wouldn’t even be able to tell him you were getting so close, so fast—too fast.

but, somewhere deep-down, he already knew.

“fuck, you feel so good, y/n.” he sighed, lips ghosting over yours. “i must be the luckiest man in the world, right?” it was rhetorical, but even if you felt the need to answer, all that was coming out of your mouth was moans, groans, and mewls. “perfect body—fuck—perfect personality, perfect pussy, perfect fucking mouth,” he grabbed your chin, your free hand now going to clutch into the skin on his arm. his eyes met your tear-filled, and blurry ones. “open your mouth,”

there was a fire within you when you did as he said, mouth falling open. he spat on your tongue, and you didn’t know whether you came right then or just flat-out died.

“swallow it,” he said—no, demanded—almost making it an impossible task by putting his fingers into your mouth, pushing them to the back of your throat, and making you gag around him. he felt you clench harder at the act. “gonna fuck this throat one day, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you would.

but, he was spewing heated words into a brick wall. “you’re mine, right?” he asked, taking his saliva-covered fingers from your mouth and bringing them between your bodies.

the moment his fingers landed on your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the hand that was still intertwined with his was losing circulation from how hard your were gripping it, and the other was scratching his perfect skin hard enough to bleed.

no one had ever made you feel so cold, yet so fucking warm at the same time. nothing you've ever experienced has been as intense and kim sunwoo; the delinquent soccer player. you feared no one could ever make you feel like this again.

so, of course you were his.

“look at me, y/n.” he whispered, kissing along your jaw gently—in contrast to the heavy and hard thrusts he kept at a steady rhythm. “c’mon, y/n, be a good girl. please.”

you felt the impending desire to now, head leveling. his forehead then came to rest against it, fighting off your urge to let it roll back again.

he pecked your lips between sentences. “mine, right?” god, he kept asking an obvious question. “be mine, okay? cum for me,” he circled your clit faster, determined to make you finish one last time. “i got you.”

his voice alone was enough to make you topple over the edge, your noises raising a couple octaves. your vision went white, body convulsing under sunwoo, who kept his eyes on your face the entire time; in awe of you. he fucked you through it of course, mumbling praises, before the overwhelming feeling of fire bloomed between you two; disguised by overstimulation.

you mewled. “woo, p-please stop.” he kissed you quiet, slowing down. but, you didn’t actually want him to stop. “h-hurts… just a little,”

his hand intertwined with yours again. “being such a good girl—taking it so well. just a little more, okay? i promise,” he sighed, feeling the way your walls clenched him in, barely letting him pull out, only causing him to thrust harder. “almost there, y/n, where do you want it?”

your legs caged him against you. “fill me up, please.” and you weren’t above begging for it, especially not in a state of post-euphoria. “cum in me.”

he threw his head back momentarily, fighting off a strong urge to start a second round. how in gods name did he get so lucky? he thought to himself, bringing his forehead back to yours.

he locked eyes onto you. “yeah?” you nodded slightly, eyes full of tears you didn’t know if you’d shed. “gonna be so good and take it all?”

you moaned when he started grinding against you, your clit being stimulated by his pubic-bone.

“could fuck you forever.” he admitted. “do you want me to?”

you spewed out a quiet yes, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was being serious—maybe he was. you were too far gone to even begin guessing.

he kissed you again, desperately fighting your tongue with his. he continued to kiss down your jaw and into your neck, leaving glistening marks in his wake. he sucked on your collarbone, finding a sweet-spot you didn’t even know you had, and biting down for a second. your mouth fell open in a silent scream, an orgasm you didn’t even know was there, washing over you.

sunwoo just kept forcing you to learn about yourself—you guess, it’s a good thing you’ve always been known for studying, isn’t it?

your intense orgasm triggered his, a soft groan leaving his lips as uneven thrusts made sure you both were fully satisfied.

you felt fuzzy, brain completely melted under his touch. your heavy breathing mixed with his, his body fully collapsing from exhaustion. however, his weight wasn’t enough to suffocate you, so you let him stay where he was, breaking your hand from his and threading it into his damp hair.

the silence was loud—heartbeats intertwined—as you both came down, the reality about to set in.

would he push you away after this? did he even mea—

“i meant it, by the way.” your eyebrows creased. you weren’t even sure if you had imagined that. and, if you didn’t feel the rumbling of his chest on yours as he spoke, you might’ve believed it was only in your head. “be mine, okay?”

little did he know, you already were.

you whispered out a reply. “okay.”

© loserlvrss 2024 / 25. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. networks : @kstrucknet

[helionepho]

One Hell of a Ride

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ a kim sunwoo oneshot au ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairing: biker!sunwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut 18+, bestfriend to lovers (?)

warnings: possessive!sunwoo, dom!sunwoo, suggestive, explicit content, smut (MDNI), kissing, make-out, groping, a little bit of oral (fem!reader receiving), cursing, pet names (goddess, princess, babe, baby), creampie, unprotected sex (fem!reader on pill ofc), fingering, jealous sex, slight edging, cockwarming

wc: 4.1k

summary: when your bestfriend Kim Sunwoo—who just so happens to lead a notorious biker gang—shows up to escort you to Eric's birthday party on his Ducati, the night takes a thrilling, dangerous turn.

The elevator door slid open with a soft chime, and your heels echoed against your apartment lobby’s marble floor.

You were wearing an enchanting black short dress that hugged every curve of your body, a perfect blend of sultry and sophisticated.

Outside, the city lights painted the night in hues of amber and blue. That’s when you saw him.

Kim Sunwoo.

Leaning casually against his black Ducati Panigale V4 S. His beloved beast, that's what he always called.

He looked like he’d just stepped straight out of a crime noir film—wearing a black leather jacket that clung to him like a shadow, sleek and unapologetically bold, paired with dark jeans, silver rings glinting under the streetlamp. He spun his helmet lazily on one finger, then looked up.

And froze.

His gaze dropped. He found himself captivated by the view—you. The way the dress flaunted the curvaceous lines of your body, his gaze roamed hungrily over your figure.

“Damn, (Y/N).” His eyes wandered down your figure, and he couldn’t help letting out a low whistle of approval as you approached him.

You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t look so surprised, silly. I have to step up on my looks since Eric’s parties are always packed with gorgeous people.”

Sunwoo straightened up, raking a hand through his black hair.

“(Y/N), you’re gonna give someone a heart attack.” He said, mentally cursed inside by the fact that he couldn’t grab you over and touch you right here and there.

You stopped right in front of him, one brow raised as you took in the motorbike.

“Wait. That’s my ride?” You asked, but not in a mocking way, more like in a surprised tone. “I thought you said you’d bring your car.”

Sunwoo shrugged, lips curling into a smirk.

“I was going to. But…” —he held out the helmet to you— “You already knew that I’m a biker. Besides, motorbike’s faster. We’ll beat traffic… Or maybe I just like having you close.”

You gave him a look, arms crossed.

“My exposed thighs will draw attention on the road, you know?”

He stepped closer, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip.

“Let 'em look—just imagine all those eyes trying not to crash while staring at your sexy thighs, entertainment for night ride.” He gave you a smug smirk. “And if anyone dare to stare too long, I’ve got a louder engine and a darker glare. Now hop on, goddess, the road’s waiting.”

He grinned when your eyes flickered—not quite flustered, but not unaffected either. You snatched the helmet out of his hand and mumbled something under your breath, which only made him grin wider.

***

The Ducati purred like a beast as you climbed on behind him, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist. 

You felt his shoulders stiffen for a split second—then relax, as if he could breathe better with you pressed your chest against his back. There was something oddly satisfying about having you holding onto him like that.

He couldn’t stop the thoughts of your boobs pressed on his back and how badly he wanted you, but he pushed it aside for now and revved the engine once and turned his head slightly.

“Hold on tight.”

“Don’t drive too fast.” You nagged, resting your chin on his shoulder. You could smell his cologne clearly now.

He only smirked as an answer.

The bike roared to life and sliced through the midnight city, wind in your hair and the city skyline racing past in blurs of neon.

***

Sunwoo’s Ducati slid into a narrow alley beside the upscale lounge Eric had rented out, its engine purring low before falling silent. Music spilled out from the rooftop terrace above, bass vibrating through the pavement.

He pulled off his helmet, ruffling his already-messy hair with one hand as he helped you off the motorbike.

His hand instinctively went to your waist a second longer than necessary. Like he needed to touch you, even in the smallest way. His fingers flexed against the smooth fabric of your black dress before he let go—reluctantly. 

You pulled off the helmet and flashed him a relief smile.

“I survived.”

He leaned in, brushing a thumb along your temple as he fixed a stray strand.

“Barely. I had to keep reminding myself not to crash with you pressed against me like that.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t miss the flicker in his eyes—like he meant every word.

“You come inside with me, right?” You asked. “I mean… I don’t really know much people there except Eric and his close friends.”

“You think I’m letting you go in there alone?” he scoffed dramatically. “Oh no no no, princess—I personally delivered you on my motorbike, which officially makes me your designated bodyguard-slash-chaos partner for the night.”

He leaned in a little, voice dipping just enough to make your heart stutter. 

“I’m not gonna let you get eaten alive by Eric’s pack of extrovert gremlins. Stick close, yeah? I hate when things I care about start wandering.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you the one who’s going to be wandering around? There will be lots of sexy and pretty girls inside.”

“There is only one sexy and pretty girl I’m interested in tonight.” He said, eyes on you while he started lingering his hand around your waist. “Let’s go inside.”

***

Inside, the lounge was already packed. Music pulsed low, deep enough to thump in your ribs.

Your heels clicked against the tile as you entered, Sunwoo close at your side. Too close. His hand rested low on your back, not possessive—but definitely protective. 

Heads turned. Instantly. Since you both made quite an entrance.

You were stunning—the short black dress sculpted to your figure like it was made just for you, skin kissed by the lights and your aura untouchable. But what made the room really stare… was him.

Kim Sunwoo, walking beside you like he owned the night. Leather jacket, messy hair, sharp smirk—the kind of boy mothers warned their daughters about. The air around him buzzed with trouble.

And yet… his hand was firm on your waist. Like he was warning the room: She’s not alone.

Girls looked you up and down, some with open envy, some with eyes that screamed why her?

Guys? They didn’t even hide it. Their gazes dragged over your bare legs, your hips, your curves like you were on display.

Sunwoo noticed. He couldn’t care less about the attention of this party. He only wanted you.

“You look way too good tonight,” Sunwoo leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “No wonder they’re staring.”

You elbowed him lightly, whispering back, “Don’t be so close, dummy. Girls are literally throwing me death glares right now.”

He only chuckled, unbothered, but didn’t move away.

***

You finally reached the center of the room, where Eric was surrounded by his usual circle of friends and attention.

“Happy birthday, Eric.” You smiled, giving him a warm hug.

“Didn’t think you’d show up, (Y/N). You’re not the type who enjoys a party like this.” Eric then glanced over at Sunwoo beside you. His gaze flicked to Sunwoo’s hand, still casually resting on your waist. “Are you two… together or something?”

Sunwoo tilted his head, smirking and nonchalant. “Does it look like that?”

“No! No, we’re not,” you cut in quickly, almost too quickly. “We’re just… came together. On his bike.”

Eric just laughed. He then glanced over at Sunwoo again, “Still running your biker crew like a gang of misfits?”

Sunwoo only grinned. “Still faster than your overpriced car, I bet.”

There were laughs, but you were already scanning the room for drinks.

“I’ll grab us something.” You gave Sunwoo a small smile and turned toward the bar.

He watched you walk away. Eyes dark. Shoulders tense.

“You’re whipped,” Eric said beside him.

Sunwoo didn’t look away.

“No,” he said calmly. “Just very, very aware of what’s going to be mine.”

***

At the bar, a guy was already trying to make conversation with you. He looked like someone who knew he was hot—confident grin, one hand resting too comfortably on the counter beside your arm. 

But somehow, the way he was ogling your body makes you a bit uncomfortable. His gaze flicked down from your boobs to your ass.

“So… You came here with that guy in leather?” he asked, tone just light enough to be a joke.

You raised a brow. “That guy in leather has a name.”

“And are you his…?” he leaned closer, suddenly resting his hand on your back, almost closer to your ass. “Because if you’re not—”

That was as far as he got.

The guy removed his hand from you the moment Sunwoo stepped in between, his body just like a shield, his eyes pure threat. That usual cocky smirk of his? Gone. This was the Sunwoo most people feared.

Biker gang leader, and not the playful kind. 

“Don’t touch what’s not yours.”

The voice came low. Cold. Velvet wrapped around a blade.

“Woah, relax, man,” the guy laughed nervously, trying to mask how fast he stepped back. “Didn’t know she was taken.”

“Now you do.”

Sunwoo’s stare didn’t waver. And the guy didn’t need another warning—he was gone in seconds, melting back into the crowd.

You stood there for a moment, heart pounding—not because of the guy, but because of Sunwoo. The way his jaw clenched. The way his hand lingered on your arm, checking you like you might’ve broken.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.

You nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

The two of you stepped aside, finding a quieter corner near the glass railing again. Sunwoo didn’t say anything at first—just stood beside you, knuckles still faintly pale.

You looked at him, warmth blooming in your chest.

***

The rooftop buzzed behind you—music, lights, laughter—but none of it mattered. Not when Sunwoo was still standing too close, his jaw clenched from what just happened.

You had no idea if it was anger, adrenaline… or something else entirely.

Your breath was still catching in your throat from the way he’d stepped in earlier—protective, fierce, like the whole world could go to hell if someone looked at you wrong.

“Sunwoo…” you started, but your voice barely made it past the rush of your pulse.

He looked at you—sharp, unreadable—and then suddenly grabbed your hand.

“Come with me.”

“Wha—Sunwoo, where—?”

But he didn’t answer.

He pulled you fast through the terrace crowd, cutting through the haze of lights and bodies like it meant nothing, until he pushed open a heavy side door that led into the lounge’s private hallway. There, he found the first door unlocked, shoved it open, and pulled you inside.

Click.

The door shut behind you with a solid, final sound.

The room was dimly lit—just a single warm lamp near the far wall, illuminating a soft velvet couch and a small bar cart. Empty. Silent. Just the two of you. Even the loud noise outside was barely heard.

He didn’t waste a second.

He turned and pinned you against the wall with a breathless kind of urgency, one hand landing flat beside your head, the other curling possessively around your waist.

“Look what happened when you’re wandering alone in this fucking dress without me next to you.” His tone cold, voice low and raw, eyes sharp—flashing a frustration aura.

“I tried to be good tonight,” he muttered. “Tried to act like your normal bestfriend.”

His eyes searched yours, wild with restraint.

“But then I saw that dirty bastard touching you—and you let him talk to you—and I fucking snapped.”

You still couldn’t answer. Not when he was this close. Not when the heat of his body was wrapping around yours, making it hard to think.

“Do you know how long I’ve been dying to do this?”

And before you could even blink, his pillowy lips crashed into yours.

Hard. 

Desperate. 

Like he’d been starving for you and finally broke.

You gasped against his mouth, and that was all the permission he needed.

As you closed your eyes, you kissed him back—just as fiercely. Fingers sliding up under his leather jacket, gripping on his back.

Sunwoo bit your lower lip, slipping his tongue inside your mouth like a hungry predator. Savoring your taste as if it were a drug.

His hands were on you instantly—your waist, your hips, your back—gripping, pulling, pressing you into him like he couldn’t stand the space that still existed between your bodies. 

“You drive me insane,” he breathed between kisses, his mouth moving along your jaw, down your neck. “Wearing that fucking dress. Letting other people see you when you’re mine.”

“Sunwoo,” you gasped, not sure if it was a warning or a plea.

“You are,” he growled, voice rough, lips still grazing on the skin of your neck. “Even if you don’t say it, you are.”

Sunwoo’s plump lips moved from your neck up to your jaw. He nipped softly there before he kissed your lips again—deeper this time, slower. Less like fire and more like possession. His hand slid to the back of your thigh, pulling one of your legs up against his waist, pressing you tighter against the wall.

You could barely breathe. Barely think. Only feel.

He pressed his hips to yours. You could feel his clothed length slowly growing harder against you, making you let out a soft moan on his lips.

But then, as if something hit him, he slowed. His lips hovered over yours. His thumb brushed along your cheek, soft again.

“You okay?” he murmured. “Say stop if you want to. I will.”

You shook your head, heart pounding as you looked into his dark eyes.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

His forehead dropped to yours, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.

“Fuck.”

He kissed you again—this time not from urgency—but from need. Sunwoo kissed you like he’d been waiting for decades, like the tension between you two had finally snapped.

His hands roamed boldly over your curves, fingertips grazing down the sides of your dress like he was memorizing the way it wrapped around you—how easy it would be to peel it off. His lips dragged hotly down your neck, nipping at the skin just beneath your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured into your skin. “Walking around looking like this. Letting me touch you and pretend it means nothing.”

“It doesn’t mean nothing…” you whispered before you could stop yourself.

That made him pause for half a beat—just long enough to lock eyes with you, fire flickering in his gaze.

“Say that again.”

You didn’t.

You pulled him down instead, crashing your lips into his, letting your kiss say everything else.

He groaned against your mouth—low and guttural—gripping your hips tighter as he ground into you, letting you feel again just how hard his cock ached for you. You felt your walls down there twitching at the friction. Your hands tangled into his shirt, tugging it up slightly, fingers grazing hot skin underneath.

“You’re killing me, (Y/N),” he breathed between kisses, voice strained. “Tell me to stop before I cross the line.”

“Then cross it.” You said with a breathless panting.

That was it.

Sunwoo spun you gently, pressing your back against the door now, hands everywhere—wanted to feel more of you. 

He unzipped your dress, pulling it down easily as your fingers worked at his belt, fumbling slightly when he sucked on your lower lip and whispered filth that made your stomach clench.

In seconds, your dress already fell off to the floor. He threw his leather jacket away and removed his shirt, topless now, only wearing his dark jeans. 

Your strapless push-up bra already gone and showed your beautiful breast to him. Leaving you only in your red silky panties and heels.

“You’re… breathtaking.” Sunwoo’s breath hitched at the sight of you. His gaze admiring your naked body from up and down, drooling over you as if you were a fine sculpture. “It’s like you were made to ruin me.”

His fingers brushed your bare waist softly before he grabbed both of your legs and hiked it around his waist, lifted you effortlessly as he held your ass so you wouldn’t fall. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him.

Sunwoo rocked his clothed hard length against your wet red panties with a rhythm that made you gasp into his mouth. “Aahh—” You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the slick friction of thin fabric against his jeans not nearly enough.

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve been dreaming of this,” he said, biting softly at your collarbone. “Your moans. Your naked body. The way you’d feel wrapped around me.”

You whined at his words, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed open-mouthed kisses across your breast. 

“S-Sunwoo!”

“God dammit, say my name like that again and I’ll lose it.”

He dipped his head lower, leaving a hot trail of kisses down your sternum. His tongue flicked over your breast again, warm and slow, before he nipped gently and sucked your hard nipple until a soft mark bloomed there—his signature, possessive and unashamed.

You arched into him, clutching his hair, completely consumed.

There was nothing polite about the way he touched you—he was worshipping you with his mouth, claiming space with his hands, and letting every repressed feeling he’d ever had for you spill out, unfiltered.

“Fuck, baby. You're mine tonight,” he murmured, voice rough.

“Mmph,” you could only moan as an answer.

He growled—actually growled—and carrying you further into the room, your legs still wrapping around his hips. Your heels fell off to the floor.

Sunwoo laid you across the plush velvet couch there. Your back touched the cushion. He hovered above you, eyes dark with something raw—something aching—as he trailed hot kisses from your breast down to your stomach, hands slid up your thighs, slow and teasing.

Your body ached for more, burning with every touch, every moan, every look.

He pulled down your red panties—the only fabric left on your body—and revealed your already drenched folds. Sunwoo’s hard cock twitched at the arousal sight of how wet he already made you.

“Already this wet for me?” He asked, gently rubbing your wet folds with his fingers. His thumb playing with your clit as he parted your wet folds open with his hand. Your juice dripping slowly, your inside walls creased and made him lose his mind.

He leaned his head closer to your parted wet folds, licking the inside of it slowly with his tongue. Wiping all the juices there and then sucking out your pussy hungrily.

“F-fuck, Sunwoo—!” You gasped and squirmed. Instantly closing your thighs, but Sunwoo didn’t let you. He held your thigh with his other hand, gripping the flesh just enough to make you stop squirming.

“Behave.” He lifted up his head up, smirking at you. “Your cunt taste so good.”

And when he finally slipped two digits of his fingers inside your wet folds—You knew there was no going back.

Not from him.

Your walls contracting around his fingers inside. Your teary eyes rolled up as you felt breathless and pleasured all at once.

“Mmh—Sunwoo—"

“Fuck…” He cursed again, curling his two digits inside your walls as he was finger-fucking you deeper. His fingers rubbed the spot inside you, which made you feel so weak.

Your vision was blurry, breath shakier.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, voice low, husky, barely more than a growl.

“D-don’t!” You almost whined.

That made him chuckle—but only for a second. Then his mouth was on your breast again, sucking your nipple to give you more pleasure.

A soft, muted glow barely illuminated the room, and the only sound was the ragged pace of your breathing tangled with his. 

You were so high that you felt slowly getting closer to your release. Sunwoo noticed. He knew, so he stopped. It made you frown and glance at him.

He moved out his drenched fingers from your cunt. You were still panting, cheeks burning when you saw him licking two of his fingers he just used to fuck inside you earlier. The sight looked so erotic to you.

With a swift motion, Sunwoo peeled off his dark jeans and carelessly tossed it aside. You could see it clearly now—his hard cock under that supreme underwear he wore. A small dot of pre-cum tainted there.

“You like the view?” He teased, gently guiding your hand for you to touch his clothed member.

You blushed. It was so hard as rock and so big on your palm. You gently rubbed his hard length and then squeezed it, making a low groan escaping from his plump lips.

“Ah, fuck!” he cursed and leaned his body down toward you. You quickly pulled down his underwear, revealing that hard veiny length. He tossed his underwear out of sight.

His hands roamed over your bare skins again, fingers trailing over every curve like he needed to memorize your body with touch alone. He kissed down your neck, dragging his teeth gently across the sensitive spot that made your back arch.

He pressed down his hard cock to your open folds—not inside yet, just grinding gently there, touching your clit and sending vibration across your body.

A rush of euphoria surged through you. You felt lightheaded at the way he was grinding his veiny cock to your clit.

“Look at me,” he said, cupping your cheek.

You did.

“Say it. What do you want?”

“You… Inside…”

Sunwoo smirked, still grinding his cock but slower, full of teasing. And you couldn’t stand waiting any longer.

“Just... put it in!” You begged, panting.

“Where is your please, baby?” He teased, again.

“P-please!”

And when your nerves prickled with impatience, he used his hand to push his hard cock inside your hole.

“Ahh!” You screamed in pleasure. Eyes shut instantly.

“F-fuck…” His breath trembled as he buried his face under your jaw. A dreamy numbness spread through his body. He had never felt this good before. As if the world around him twisted, unreal.

Sunwoo pushed into you deeper and deeper, murmuring your name into your neck.

He moved slowly at first, grounding you with every thrust, his hips rocking into yours with a steady rhythm that drove you wild. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him impossibly closer.

Your tight walls pulsating around his cock inside.

“You feel…” he gasped, “so fucking good, babe. So damn tight.”

The stretch, the weight of him—it was everything. The burn was exquisite, a slow drag of pleasure that had your fingers curling into his back and your head falling against the couch.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured against your collarbone.

You couldn’t even focus on his words.

Your nails raked down his back, drawing a hiss from him as he buried his face into your neck, biting down softly to muffle a moan. His movements became rougher, hungrier, as you met him thrust for thrust, sweat beading at your temples.

“Sunwoo—”

“Say it again,” he groaned. “Say my name when I’m inside you.”

You choked on a moan, whispering his name again and again as his hand slipped beneath your thigh, angling you deeper. 

You’re finally at your peak. It was getting closer for you to cum. “S-Sunwoo—! Cum! I’m going to cum!”

“Me too, babe…” His movements picking up into something desperate—beautifully unrestrained, bodies moved in perfect rhythm, every grind and thrust pulling you both closer to the edge.

And finally, you came undone. He followed—groaning your name into your neck as he cum inside you, his body trembling against yours.

He filled you completely, like you were made for him. He didn’t move right away. He kept his cock inside until his last seeds fully dripping out into you. 

“You’re mine,” he panted against your lips.

“I’m yours,” you said breathlessly. “I’ve always been.”

That broke something in him.

You held him. His forehead against you.

Just breathed.

And when he finally pulled back just enough to see your face, his fingers brushed your cheek tenderly.

“(Y/N)... Let's do a second round.” He gave you that boyish grin.

“Huh?”

“At my place. You rode my Ducati earlier and it made me jealous, y'know? I want you to ride me next.”

Your hand smacked his arm instinctively, and he immediately pouted, rubbing the spot with dramatic offense.

You rolled your eyes, trying to stifle the laugh building in your throat—but it escaped anyway.

And when you laughed, he smiled like it was the only sound that mattered.

“I’m never letting you go now,” he whispered, not as a threat—but as a vow.

You didn’t answer.

You just pulled him down to kiss you.

And he kissed you like it was the first time all over again.

Like the night was still young,

And you were his new favorite ride.

***

dividers by @cafekitsune

⊹ ࣪ ˖ more of my writings here ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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sunwoo x reader

when you notice a new and cute barista working at your favorite cafe, disappointingly, your first impression is that he's just a flirt. but, once his eyes land on you, he's an absolute mess, unable to come up with a single pick-up line.

genre: cafe au, loser barista sunwoo, reader who likes to tease, flirting (sometimes successful), flowers and iced chai lattes <3, confessions, getting together, kissing notes: surprise! word count: 6k

There’s a certain ambience that you’ve always adored when it comes to cafes. There’s the familiar hiss of the coffee machine as well as the soothing chatter of the customers–you like to eavesdrop on some of their conversations for the fun of it. Then, there’s the warm lighting and the gorgeous decorations such as vases full of well-kept plants. 

Oh, and there’s a really cute barista right there behind the counter.

A new barista, one that you’ve never seen before. You’ve been coming to this cafe for years, so much that you’ve even become close friends with the staff and have practically tried everything on the menu. Well, except for the experimental concoction that Eric, one of the baristas you do know, attempts to convince you to try. You’d much rather not be poisoned, thank you very much. 

But this barista, whom you can’t even get a glimpse of his nametag from where you’re standing, is… well, if you can’t say cute again, then he’s certainly a captivating sight. His hair curls slightly at the ends, falling over his face in the loveliest way. His eyes are bright and caring as he listens to the customer’s order. 

And then you feel your heart skip a beat at his smile. He smiles gorgeously. Perhaps you’ve never seen such a perfect man in your life. He even scrunches his nose slightly as he converses with the woman in front of him. You shut your eyes momentarily and take a long, deep breath.

You wonder if this is what love at first sight feels like.

Still, the cute barista with an even cuter smile is so close yet so far–with the only barrier being… the line of people in front of you. Normally, you wouldn’t mind waiting, but this–this is kind of important.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a high-pitched laugh. You look up, wondering if it oddly came from that man when you realize that it’s actually from the customer he’s talking to. The woman is giggling uncontrollably as the barista tells her a joke. She even covers her face, as if she’s flustered, and then he–he winks. 

You can see the sparkle in his eyes as he watches the customer’s shy reaction before he waves her goodbye to pick up her drink on the other side of the counter.

You feel your hopeful smile drop.

The next customer arrives, and you watch carefully. It seems normal at first as she tells him her order. But then, that very same charming smile appears on his lips as he seems to be complimenting her hair. And just like some sort of cycle, that customer starts giggling too, even reaching over to lightly punch him on the shoulder. And instead of questioning her action, he only seems to grow more confident.

You turn to the side and catch a glimpse of Eric, staring in absolute disgust. You start to join in on the same expression.

So he’s one of those types of guys–the type to flirt with whoever comes his way without paying attention to their actual feelings. You sigh, disappointed. What were you expecting?

Suddenly, your phone lights up. It’s a message from a friend that you were supposed to meet at this place. 

i can’t find the cafe :(

You stare in disbelief at your phone before typing back.

??? ok, i’ll stand outside so you can see me

You take one last glance at the barista, who’s now flirting with yet another customer. You roll your eyes before leaving the line, exiting the cafe with slumped shoulders. 

–

“So where’s this cute barista?” Younghoon says, much too loud for your liking, as the two of you enter the cafe together this time.

You shush him, afraid that he’ll hear, especially as the line has pretty much disappeared. “I said he’s cute, but you do know he’s one of those,” you frantically reply in a hushed tone.

Younghoon stares at you, clueless. “What do you mea–”

You shake your head. “Let’s talk about this later. He’ll probably hear…” You turn towards the counter, only to realize that he’s gone. You blink. “Huh. Nevermind. I guess he got fired for flirting too much.”

–

The next day comes and the thought of that gorgeous barista has left your mind. Well, momentarily until you walk through the door of the cafe and see him standing right there. You gasp and turn around almost immediately.

Then, you catch your reflection in the window and you clear your throat, straightening up. You scoff to yourself. What am I thinking? You know what he’s like. There’s no way you’re going to try to engage anything now, knowing he’d probably flirt with you just like he did with those other customers. 

You fix your clothes and walk up to the counter, albeit a little cautiously.

The man still doesn’t look up from the cash register as he speaks, “What can I get for you today?”

You stand silently, staring at him, trying to get a proper glimpse of his face for… research purposes, of course. Once he notices your silence, that’s when he decides to look up.

And his whole facial expression changes. No longer does he have that confident look in his eyes and a smile on his face like you saw him yesterday. Instead, his eyes are wide, dumbfounded as he searches yours.

You blink, staring back.

His gaze travels across your face before he suddenly clears his throat and looks away. It’s almost like he’s embarrassed… from mere eye contact.

You peer at him suspiciously before finally responding. “Could I get an iced chai latte?”

He continues to look at you without a single word. The only thing that’s similar is the sparkle in his eyes. It’s almost like he’s admiring you. But there’s no way. You’re just a stranger that he’s just met.

Still, you give him a small smile.

That certainly doesn’t seem to help as you start to notice his ears turning red. 

“Yes,” he chokes out, rushing to put the order in. 

You look at him, your small smile turning more into a wider, fond one. He’s… different today. He’s not that charming, flirty guy anymore. Rather he’s– he’s a mess. And you have no idea why.

“Is that all?” He fumbles before taking the card from your hand. The tips of your fingers brush against his skin, and his eyes widen even further.

“Mhm.” You grin before finally taking a glance at his nametag. “Sunwoo.”

He pauses before looking up. Then, he tries to school that charming smile on his face, and he even attempts to give you a flirty look. But you can easily see past him. “You know my name?”

You raise an eyebrow before pointing to the name card that’s attached to his apron. “Well, I know it now.”

“Oh,” he breathes. “Right.” The tips of his ears are bright red now as he hands you the receipt. “It was nice meeting you…” He looks at you questioningly.

“Y/n,” you reply with a quiet laugh.

Sunwoo smiles, and this smile is much more genuine than all the others that you’ve seen. He gives you a kind look and an awkward wave. “It was nice meeting you, Y/n.” 

You smile back.

“See you around, Sunwoo.” You give him a playful look before leaving to pick up your drink, completely missing the way he lets out a shaky breath before practically collapsing over the counter. 

–

“He’s different.”

Younghoon wiggles his eyebrows. “How so?”

You hum, perplexed. “It’s like he couldn’t think properly when he saw me.”

“I say that is love at first sight.”

You sputter. “Absolutely not!”

–

Two days pass, and you finally have time to stop by the cafe again. And just as you expected–or, hoped–Sunwoo’s standing behind the counter again. He seems to be distracted by the nearby window, but once he hears your footsteps approaching, his eyes almost light up immediately, much like an eager puppy.

“Hey, Sunwoo,” you say.

“Hey,” he responds, his voice soft as he looks over your outfit. “That color suits you.”

“Does it really?” You smile.

He nods quietly. 

“Thank you,” you say, a little flustered. The two of you simply stare at each other, almost stupidly. Of course, you’re the first to snap out of it. “Another iced chai latte, please?”

Sunwoo swallows thickly as he puts in the order once again. As you give him your card, you notice that he looks like he really wants to say something, but you’re not exactly sure what his intentions are.

A few moments of silence pass before he finally takes a deep breath and—

“I’m sorry.”

Your mouth falls open. That’s certainly not what you were expecting.

This barista that you’ve just met a few days ago is already apologizing. For what, you have no idea.

“Is there… is there no iced chai latte left?” You ask dumbly.

“Oh no,” Sunwoo laughs nervously. “I just– here.” He hastily gives you the receipt. “I think I came off weird the first time we met.”

“Ah,” you breathe before letting out a soft laugh. “You mean when you stared at me instead of taking my order?”

“Yes. That.”

“Hm,” you hum, amused. “Well, I wasn’t exactly weirded out if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m just curious.”

Sunwoo gulps. “A-about what?”

“I mean, why stare at me like that? I’ve seen the way you flirt with customers. What’s different with me?” You tilt your head teasingly.

“I just…” He glances off to the side, and that’s when you notice Eric standing in the back, cheering him on. “I thought you were pretty,” he whispers.

Suddenly, it’s your turn to feel embarrassed, heat rushing to your cheeks almost immediately. Still, you remain composed. Well, much more composed than how Sunwoo is right now. He’s a mess. Again.

“You could have told me that.”

“I did, just now.”

“I mean back then.”

“I was nervous,” he blurts out.

You burst out giggling, thoroughly enjoying the way he’s growing more and more embarrassed by the second. After catching your breath, you continue, “Well, I’m flattered. You’re cute yourself.”

Sunwoo gazes at you with wide eyes before looking away immediately. “Thank you,” he mumbles as he glances at you with a small, shy smile. 

You grin before giving him a quiet wave. Just as you’re about to head off, Sunwoo suddenly stops you.

“Are you… are you coming back tomorrow?”

You widen your eyes and turn to him. You weren’t planning to, but now, noticing the way he has this adorably hopeful look on his face, you smile and give him a nod. “If you’d like me to.”

“I do. I’d really like that. A lot.”

You can’t help but laugh again. He really is an absolute mess. 

–

Just as promised, you visit the cafe the next day. It’s a beautiful day, and as you walk in, you try not to get too distracted by the sunlight hitting the slope of Sunwoo’s nose. You clear your throat, ignoring your heart beat picking up, as you approach him.

“Isn’t the weather beautiful today?” You ask with a bright smile. 

Sunwoo’s eyes soften as he looks you over before he nods. “It certainly is.” 

You’re not sure if he’s really talking about the weather.

“Anyway…” You continue, leaning your hip against the counter. It’s almost embarrassing how eager you are to keep talking to this barista whom you’ve assumed was just a flirt. But now… he’s so much more than that. He’s sweet and honestly brightens your day more than the sun ever could. “How’s your day been?” You stutter momentarily. “I–I mean I know you’ve just been working but I’m still curious, you know–”

“Red.”

You pause and slowly turn your head towards Sunwoo, baffled. 

“What?”

Sunwoo stares back, eyes adorably wide. “What?”

You bite your lip, holding back the laugh that threatens to escape you. “You just said that your day was red.” You glance out the nearby window. “The sky is blue as far as I’m concerned.”

“Oh.” Sunwoo, clearly embarrassed, reaches for a nearby towel and starts vigorously cleaning the counter, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible. You observe him with amusement. “I thought– I just meant–” He sighs, dropping the towel in defeat before looking back up to you. “Red suits you.”

You widen your eyes and look down, remembering that you are, in fact, wearing red today. A small smirk appears on your lips as you give him a fond look. “That’s not what I asked, Sunwoo.”

“What did you ask?”

“How was your day?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

“Oh,” you breathe. And that laugh that you’ve been trying to hold back for so long finally escapes. You can’t control it as you feel yourself smile wider and wider. Sunwoo is silent, seeming to watch you giggle at his attempt at flirting. Once you catch your breath, you notice the way he’s looking at you like he could melt any moment. 

Now that’s what makes your cheeks heat up.

But you won’t mention that.

“You’re quite the flirt aren’t you?” You finally say as Sunwoo continues to look at you with this… adorably hopeful look.

“I’m trying,” he mumbles.

“It’s a good attempt,” you joke. A pause. “Keep at it.”

He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. “Is it working?”

“Nope.”

His shoulders slump, and he gives you a sulky look. Oh, how you love to tease him. In truth, it kind of is working, but not in the typical way that flirting usually affects people. It’s more like you find him cute simply because he’s trying.

“Well… I’ll see you around?” You ask.

Sunwoo gives you yet another sulky look. “Tomorrow?”

See, you really weren’t planning to come to this cafe every day but now… because of him, you guess it’ll just have to be a new routine. You try not to think of the iced chai lattes that will start building up on your credit card bill.

“Sure.” 

–

The next day, as you walk into the cafe, you’re wholeheartedly disappointed to find that Sunwoo is nowhere to be seen behind the counter. Eric seems to be busy trying to fix the broken coffee machine. With a sigh, you’re about to turn around when suddenly, you feel a poke on your shoulder.

You jump, whipping your head to the side, only to find Sunwoo standing right in front of you. Yet again, your heart skips a beat as you notice his true height, and oh, he’s much more handsome up close.

It takes you a few more seconds to finally think of anything to say, too mesmerized by this stupidly cute barista standing before you.

“Shouldn’t you be behind the counter?”

You feel yourself cringe on the inside. That’s all I could think of?

Sunwoo grins and shrugs. “I’m on break.”

“Actually,” Eric suddenly calls out. “He saw that you were coming and decided to take a break.”

You turn to look at him, silently questioning if it’s true. Sunwoo’s reddening ears are enough of an answer.

“Well…” You think for a moment before giving him a shy look. “This is great! Because I have something I want to show you.”

Sunwoo doesn’t get a chance to answer as you lead him out of the cafe and towards a nearby patch of grass, lined with round stones, just on the side of the building. You have no idea where this miniature garden came from, but it’s become one of your favorite things ever.

Some flowers have begun to bloom, signalling the coming of the new spring season. They’re colorful, just as you’ve always liked it. The two of you crouch down, observing as they sway against the light breeze.

You turn to look at him, only to realize just how close your faces are. Sunwoo’s gaze is soft as he observes your features with a small smile.

“I… know we’ve only recently met,” you begin, your voice hushed for some reason. “But I just wanted to show you this. I always keep an eye on these flowers, waiting for them to bloom. It’s always so beautiful.”

Sunwoo listens intently, yet it’s clear he’s also very distracted, admiring you. You can see the gears turning in his head as he opens his mouth. “Just–”

“Just like you.” You beat him to it. “Is that what you were going to say?”

Sunwoo gapes at you before groaning, letting out a frustrated, “yes.” He narrows his eyes. “You’re no fun.”

You laugh, bumping your shoulder against his playfully. “Flirting doesn’t work on me.”

“I figured,” he sighs as the both of you stand up. 

You’re about to head back into the cafe when Sunwoo suddenly calls your name. You turn around, surprised. 

“So what does work?”

“What?”

Sunwoo gives you a hopeful look as he steps closer. His hair blows messily in the wind, and your hand twitches to pat it down.

“If flirting doesn’t work, then what will?” He asks, his voice quiet.

You give him a teasing smile. “I’m not sure. You’ll just have to experiment.” And then you’re quickly turning around, rushing back into the cafe.

Sunwoo rolls his eyes fondly as he follows after you.

–

You learn new things all the time. For example, you’ve learned that Sunwoo’s not only an awkward and endearing mess, but he’s also a very, very determined person. Almost every day that you visit the cafe, he’s come up with some “genius” plan to win you over. It’s like he has some sort of mental checklist, trying new things in hopes of making you smile and perhaps, make you flustered in the process.

One day, you left the cafe with both an iced chai latte and… a flower.

–

You stare in shock at the flower in Sunwoo’s hand. It’s pretty, that’s for sure, with its light purple petals. He holds it out to you with a nervous look on his face.

“Giving gifts now?” You ask, biting back a smile.

Sunwoo nods, and you notice the way his hand shakes ever so slightly. Oh, he really is nervous.

“Is it working?”

“Maybe,” you tease as you gently take it from him, ignoring the spark as your fingers graze each other. “But why this particular one?” You ask, observing it closely in awe.

Sunwoo hums. “It reminded me of you.” 

Then, he reaches over and takes it from your hand. You stare in both disbelief and offense. You were pretty sure the flower was meant for you. You’re about to scold him when suddenly, Sunwoo brings the flower up and tucks it into your hair. His touch is gentle as he carefully brushes away any strands that are in the way.

You feel yourself freeze, unable to think until finally, Sunwoo leans back, observing you with an admiring look. 

“The color suits you too.”

You’re speechless for a moment before you quickly compose yourself. “Hey, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo seems to be mesmerized by you as he continues to foolishly smile. “Hm?”

“I’ve noticed something.”

“And that is?”

“You always notice colors when it comes to me.” You recall the countless times that he’s said that a color suits you, whether it be because of your outfit or a pin in your hair. You’re pretty sure you could wear every color that exists and he’d still say the same thing. “Why?” You lean slightly over the counter, peering at him mischievously. “I’m curious.”

Sunwoo’s cheeks are tinted pink as he stares at you. He seems to think for a moment, as if trying to come up with the best answer possible. 

“Because…” He adjusts the flower in your hair. “You already catch my eye. You always do. I just think that every color only makes you even more beautiful.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you lean away in surprise. You sincerely hope that you’re not blushing right now because his words certainly… You blink profusely. There’s no way the flirting actually worked on you. You blink again. Was it even flirting? No, he was being genuine.

You look at him, only to find that Sunwoo’s equally as embarrassed. Then, he asks that very same question again.

“Did it work?”

“No,” you lie, unable to control the slight tremor in your voice.

And you expect him to sulk, but instead, he’s giving you a knowing look. He’s smiling now, too. Oh god, he’s noticed.

“Are you sure?” He teases. “Because it seems to have affected you quite a bit–” 

“Not at all,” you sputter, hurriedly taking the flower out of your hair. You give him a weak glare before turning around and hurrying out of the cafe. 

Oh, and the flower still sits in your vase, becoming the first thing you see every morning. But, you wouldn’t dare tell Sunwoo that. 

—

A week passes and the cafe has started to become your most frequently visited place. For no particular reason at all!

The relationship you have with Sunwoo only grows sweeter by the second. Every conversation you have leaves you smiling for hours after. Besides his horrible attempts at swooning you, you adore his naturally sweet personality. He always listens, even when you go off random tangents. There was one time that you were particularly tired and Sunwoo had noticed right away. He lowered his voice into a gentle tone and you could see in his eyes the way he would subtly check if you’re alright.

The vase that you have has slowly started to grow with a colorful collection of flowers, all of which he would say “reminded me of you.” If a flower dies, he would help replace it with a prettier one.

Your heart pounds over and over again when you’re with this ridiculously cute barista.

One day, you walk in, only to see him chatting with a customer. She’s gorgeous, you notice, and that’s when you feel a weird feeling in your chest, as if your heart is twisting.

You watch silently, seeing the way Sunwoo smiles at her and laughs.

Now obviously, it’s not like you two are dating or anything. Perhaps feeling jealousy is just a normal occurrence.

Suddenly, the woman turns around and glances at you. She gives you a sweet smile before turning back around. You watch in disbelief as she leans closer and whispers something into Sunwoo’s ear before walking away to sit down at one of the tables.

With a low sigh, you approach the counter. 

“The usual,” you mumble, unable to look the man in the eye.

“Y/n. I have to tell you something.”

Your heart picks up, and you look up at him.

It barely registers, the way he reaches over and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He gives you a smile, one that makes your breath hitch.

“I think I have a crush on you.”

You widen your eyes and jerk back. “W-what?” You stammer, unable to control the heat that creeps up your neck. “You— you can’t just start a conversation with that! Are you okay?”

Sunwoo nods but you can tell he’s suffering inside, so incredibly embarrassed. He’s unable to look you in the eye as he asks once again, “Did it work?”

You stare incredulously.

Then, he glances to the side frantically, as if to beg for help. You can see it in his gaze as if he’s trying to say, hey, this is not working like you said it would!

You narrow your eyes, wondering who he’s even looking at. “Was it… did Eric put you up to this? You know you should never ask him for any advice.”

“No,” he groans. “It was her.” He nods his head towards that very same woman from before. You look back and see that she’s still sitting there, watching the scene before her unfold with an amused look on her face. “My sister,” Sunwoo continues.

You gape. His sister? Slowly, it dawns on you. “Did you… ask her for advice? About me?”

“No,” Sunwoo scrambles to say. He winces when he notices the way you’re looking at him unimpressed before he sighs. “Maybe. I was hoping her idea would work.”

“Good try.” You smile knowingly. Honestly, you think it’s adorable how he even went to his sister for help. Still, you find yourself a little confused. 

Sunwoo’s still looking at you with hope. It’s almost like he’s waiting for an answer. 

Instead, you choose to ask a question.

“Did you mean it?”

“What?” 

“Did you really mean what you said?”

Sunwoo looks at you in disbelief. “I mean—“ He stops and sighs. “Okay. I need to do this properly. Just give me a chance.” It seems like he’s speaking more to himself than you and now you’re even more confused.

“What are you planning this time—“

Sunwoo reaches over and grabs your already prepared drink because yes, he prepares them in advance for you now. You watch as he picks up a pen and writes on the side of the cup before handing it to you. 

You take it, your hand brushing against his briefly—something that the two of you sort of, maybe, do on purpose sometimes.

“See you later, Y/n.” He gives you a nervous smile.

You feel like you have just been played. How could he say that he has a crush on you and then act like nothing happened? 

Holding the drink in your hand, you exit the cafe. You’re about to call Younghoon and complain about this whole situation when you suddenly remember that you saw Sunwoo write on the cup. Curiously, you hold it up and read the message he’s left behind.

my break is at 1 tomorrow. walk with me?

p.s. i meant it by the way.

He even drew a small cat winking. It was slightly messy but a good effort.

You read the words over and over again before you feel a stupid smile grow on your face. You bite your lip as a pathetic attempt to stop it as you turn around to see through the window, Sunwoo, head in hands as he rambles to his sister about how he had absolutely messed up.

You sigh fondly. 

Oh, how you can’t wait for tomorrow.

–

You arrive exactly before one and you don’t bother to order a drink this time. No amount of caffeine can compare to the energy you feel as you walk in and see that Sunwoo isn’t behind the counter, but rather waiting for you right at the door.

He smiles, always so eager to see you.

“I was hoping you’d read my message.”

You roll your eyes. “How could I not?”

Sunwoo scrunches his nose slightly before gesturing to the door–the one that you just entered through. “So…” He tilts his head unsurely. “Would you care to join me?”

“For a walk?” You ask in a teasing tone.

“For a walk.”

“Of course,” you giggle as the two of you leave together, hands brushing just the slightest. 

It’s a beautiful day–the sky is clear, the temperature is just right, and there’s a really, really cute barista right next to you. He’s cute in all sorts of ways. He has big eyes, full lips, and a heart-stopping smile. His hair ruffles adorably in the wind. He rambles about mundane things and gets happy when you respond. He also likes to listen to you quietly, looking at you as if you’re the sole person in the world.

“Would you consider this a date?” You drop the question out of nowhere, just as the two of you turn the corner.

Sunwoo almost trips. Though once he regains his balance, he turns to you and opens his mouth. Then he closes it. He just chooses to quietly nod instead.

You can’t help but smile widely. “I consider it a date too.”

Sunwoo’s eyes widen in pleasant surprise before he grins.

And that’s all there is to it.

Not a single response.

“Sunwoo,” you say, eyeing him carefully. “The silent treatment is not a good method of flirting. It won’t work.”

You watch as Sunwoo stares at you, like he’s planning something–he’s always planning something. And then, in a split second, he suddenly leans in and presses his lips to your cheek before pulling back almost immediately.

“Oh–” You look at him in utter surprise, feeling your skin heat up quickly. 

Sunwoo gives you a shy look. “Did that work?”

“No,” you lie. You can still feel it–his lips on your skin, so gentle and full of care. “I can’t believe you did that before we held hands.”

“I can do that too,” the man scrambles to say as he reaches down and grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. “Anything else?”

You feel like you’re going to faint, and so you stop in your tracks, looking at him helplessly. 

Sunwoo notices your confusion, and his eyes soften before he steps closer. “Y/n,” he whispers.

“Hm?” It’s your turn to avoid eye contact.

“I’ve realized something.”

“That you have a crush on me?”

“I’ve realized that a long time ago,” Sunwoo replies with a small smile. “What I mean is that…” He sighs, defeated as he looks down at the ground. “I’m a horrible flirt, especially around you.”

You let out a loud laugh at that. “I’m glad you’re self-aware.” You pause, thinking. “But you know… my first impression of you was that you were a flirty guy. A pretty good one at that.”

Sunwoo shakes his head. “I was practicing.”

“Practicing? For what?”

“For you.”

You gape at him. “Sunwoo.”

“I saw you a while ago. Before we met and while I was training for this job. You walked by, I saw you through the window, and… I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And–” He groans, so clearly embarrassed. “When I asked Eric, he said that you often come to the cafe so I thought… if I practiced, I would be prepared for you.”

“You–” you gawk at him. “What about those people’s feelings? That’s cruel.”

“I call it customer service.” Sunwoo grins. “Though I’ve been lacking ever since I met you. You’re all I think about.”

“Still, if you wanted to practice, you could have practiced on me, not them.”

“I’ve been trying,” Sunwoo whines. “It doesn’t seem to work on you though…” He trails off, and he gives you a knowing look. “Wait, are you jealous?”

“What?” You immediately exclaim. “No! No, I just— I think it’s a bit odd that’s all.”

“Well, if you’re wondering…” Sunwoo steps closer. The two of you are hidden behind a cherry blossom tree, away from any prying eyes. You don’t even know how you ended up there, much too focused on the way Sunwoo’s looking at you with a gaze full of warmth and fondness. “Practically every customer can tell that I really, really like you.”

You scowl. “This is not as romantic as you think it is.”

“But it seems to be working.” Sunwoo brushes a thumb across your cheek, and you’re sure you’re blushing right now. He slowly moves his hand to cup the side of your face. “Does this work as well?” He asks with a nervous smile.

You nod quietly, eyes wide.

“What else can I do to make you realize how much I like you?”

You swallow thickly, your gaze falling to his lips. Sunwoo seems to notice immediately and he smiles.

“I can do that too,” he whispers, looking at your lips as well.

You’re going to lose your mind.

“If you would like, of course.” He gives you a patient, questioning look. Your heartbeat is ridiculously fast, and you can feel your palms grow sweaty. Since when was he… so good at this? These past few weeks, he’s been an absolute loser. So why is it that now he’s doing this so naturally all of a sudden?

“I…” Instead of giving a full response, you simply shut your eyes and wait.

You can hear the soft rustle of the tree’s leaves, as well as Sunwoo’s quiet hum. And soon enough, you feel a soft pair of lips press against yours. It’s a small peck as he leans away immediately. Your eyes flutter open, and you can see that he’s looking at you with wide, adorable eyes.

He lets out a shaky breath as he tilts his head, much like a puppy.

“Did it wor–”

“Yes,” you breathe out as you lean up and kiss him again. The poor man lets out a surprised sound, but he’s quick to return it, smiling against your lips. He even giggles, making your heart feel like it’ll burst. 

You kiss him like you’ve been waiting for it, cherishing the moment. Sunwoo kisses you like he adores you. Which, you’re sure he does.

Reluctantly, he pulls away, giving you a lovesick gaze. “Does that mean you like me too?”

“What do you think?” You smile. “I always have.”

“Really? Wait then–”

“It’s always worked,” you continue, laughing softly. “You know I’ve just been teasing you this whole time. Your flirting… it kind of sucks, but–” You lean up again, this time to press a kiss to his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I like that you try.”

“I like you,” Sunwoo stupidly blurts out.

“I know.” You laugh. “I like you too.”

“Oh,” he breathes out, looking like he’s gone weak in the knees. “This is amazing. The whole time, I thought I was messing up and weirding you out and–” Impulsively, he leans in to kiss you again. This time, it’s more passionate as he uses both his hands to cup your face. He moves his lips slowly, as if he’s trying to memorize what you prefer. One of his hands moves down to your waist as he deepens the kiss ever so slightly. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers as you break apart, breathless.

You smile softly. “Thank you. And you’re a great kisser.”

“So it worked,” he jokes.

“Always.”

“But…” He shyly reaches down for your hand. “Are you sure? I could always kiss you more so that you can make sure.” He gives you a foolish smile.

You groan. “Sunwoo.”

“Hm?” He seems to be in a daze, focused solely on your features, admiring each and every one of them. 

“You know I like you as you are. There’s no need to flirt with me,” you explain.

“Ah,” Sunwoo sighs, and he grumbles. “So what you’re saying is that you like when I’m a mess.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. If you want a kiss, you can just have it.” 

“Good to know,” he mumbles as he leans in, taking your advice and kissing you again. “Because I can’t help being a mess when I’m around you.”

“And that’s okay,” you giggle, getting slightly cut off as Sunwoo kisses you over and over again. His lips are soft as he captures your bottom lip between them. You feel the cherry blossom petals fall around the two of you. You peek your eye open and see that one has landed on the top of Sunwoo’s head, making you giggle against his lips before you shut your eyes again and allow yourself to fall. 

Well, not literally.

But fall for him? Most definitely.

Suddenly, that’s when you remember something.

“Hey, Sunwoo,” you mumble. “When does your break end?”

Sunwoo freezes and he widens his eyes as he pulls out his phone and reads the time. He gives you a sheepish look.

“Ten minutes ago.”

You gasp, shoving him away, much to his disappointment. “Sunwoo!” You scold. “You need to go back to work. Enough of being a loser, please.”

“But–” Sunwoo doesn’t even try to deny the fact that you had straight up called him a loser. Instead, he pouts. Yes, he pouts at you with sad eyes.

You won’t lie and say that you almost gave in.

You reach up and fix his hair, messy from the light breeze. Then, just to satisfy his sulkiness, you give him a quick kiss on the lips before lightly pushing him away. “Seriously. You can’t get fired already. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

His eyes light up at the sound of the word “tomorrow.” He nods and gives you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. “Okay, Y/n.”

You laugh softly as you watch Sunwoo walk down the sidewalk. But rather, he’s more… skipping down the sidewalk. He even stops to scream into his hand before continuing, acting like nothing’s happened.

See this, this is the type of Sunwoo you adore. 

–

Epilogue

Sunwoo is a horrible flirt.

It’s like one of those facts that you can just never get around. If you ever give him a smile, he will absolutely melt and even hide behind whoever’s next to him, whether that’s his sister or his fellow coworker, Eric. If you tell him that he looks handsome, he’ll try to compliment you back, but his words are incomprehensible with how flustered he already is.

He blushes, especially on the tip of his ears, endearingly so. You like to give him a quick kiss just to see them deepen in color. 

Sunwoo is a horrible flirt.

Yet he still tries to this day.

No matter how many times you tell him that he doesn’t need to tell you a cheesy pick-up line or pull out a crumpled rose from his pocket, he just keeps on trying. You have no idea why. To tell the truth, you think it’s kind of cute. But, don’t tell him that or else he’ll probably lose his mind.

He just always claims it’ll work one day.

“Did it hurt when you fell from the sk–”

“No.”

Sunwoo sighs as he scooches closer to you on the bench that the two of you are sitting on. He leans his shoulder against yours as he looks up to the setting sun. You lean into him as well, smiling with contentment.

“Please indulge me,” he asks with a pleading look. “Let me win just this once.”

You scrunch your nose and shake your head. “It’ll never work.”

He narrows his eyes and gives you a teasing look right after. “I thought you said it always did–”

You stutter and slap a hand over his mouth. 

“I lied.”

“Sure.”

You stay quiet, too embarrassed to say anything after.

So… sometimes, his efforts pay off. Rarely. Don’t get his hopes up too much.

But besides all that, Sunwoo shows a lot more of his true self.

And that is– he is an absolute clingy mess.

He’s almost always hugging you, holding you close in some way. He claims he’s doing it just because he’s missed you. But you two see each other almost every day.

If you tease him, he’ll get shy.

He’s shy, but he’s never shy enough to tell you that you look pretty, that a certain color suits you, that he really wants to kiss you right now. 

“I kind of look like a mess,” you grumble, looking at him incredulously. 

“Please,” he whispers, stepping closer. “I don’t mind. Besides, to me… you look gorgeous.”

You can’t help but give him a small smile. “Well, if you’d like to–”

“I do, I really do,” he replies desperately as he walks forward, kissing you like he means it. Yes, he’s always a good kisser, it’s almost sickening how he manages to make you feel like your floating with how he always cups your jaw and moves his lips in such a sensual way.

He likes it when you tug his hair when the two of you are kissing.

But don’t go too much into it or else he’ll get shy again.

Sunwoo is both a horrible flirt and a clingy mess.

But perhaps, that’s why you like him so much.

–

It’s a cloudy, almost depressing day as you walk into the cafe. That’s when you get stopped in your tracks, realizing that there’s a gigantic line. You groan internally, feeling a sense of déjà vu, reminding you of when you first set your eyes on that cute barista who’s now your boyfriend.

You squint your eyes and spot a pink tulip that Sunwoo’s set aside, one that he’s probably going to give to you once you eventually reach the counter.

You expect him not to see you as he converses with the customer in front of him with a charming smile. But then, he looks up and he notices you almost immediately. He always manages to find you in any room, no matter how many people there are.

His eyes brighten at the sight of you.

You smile softly at him.

He gives you the sweetest smile back. 

[deobienthusiast]

god, i missed you | k. sunwoo

• pairing: boyfie!sunwoo x gn!reader

• genre: established relationship au, it’s started out suggestive but this is just smut, little bits of fluff, smut under the cut.

after a long week of practice, your boyfriend just wants to lay in bed with you all day, eating food, watching netflix, and who knows…maybe even some other things.

wc: 1.0k

• warnings: nsfw, 18+, mdni (please do not), light nipple play, grinding, a slight depiction of edging. this was supposed to be JUST suggestive. i got carried away.

• notes: sana (@sanaxo-o) and izzy (@from-izzy) talked me into writing this. i really didn’t want to, buttttt the photos just spoke to me. ENJOY!!!!

it wasn’t often that sunwoo wanted to just lay in bed all day. however, after a long and rather tiring week, the soccer captain just wanted you, movies, and food in bed all weekend with him. of course, you didn’t complain one bit. sunwoo was quite persuasive, plus you loved being wrapped in his arms all day long.

when you arrived at his apartment, sunwoo opened the door wide, holding open his arms with a small smirk on his face. the same smirk that sat on his face anytime he had another one of his mischievous ideas brewing.

you took no time at all, planting yourself in his arms, wrapping yourself around his muscular torso. he hugged you tight, using his nose to nudge your head to he could give you a kiss, or as he called it “a proper greeting”.

sunwoo’s lips were unbelievably soft. every time you kissed it felt like a rose petal was being rubbed against you. he was also dominant in his kisses. almost immediately, his tongue was in your mouth, overpowering you and leaving you putty in his hands.

sunwoo liked that. he liked when you were submissive for him, especially when it came to kissing. he just liked being in control.

sunwoo pulled away, leaving you a whimpering mess that was weak at the knees. something else sunwoo loved? to tease you.

i thought you were here to watch movies.

that same smirk playing on his full lips that were now a little more pink and full than before. you could only nod, head foggy from the effect he left lingering on your brain and lips. your boyfriend could only chuckle, pulling you up the stairs and to his room.

he pulled a hoodie, your favorite hoodie of his, out of his closest and handed it to you, nodding towards the bathroom. you didn’t have to be told twice as you began pulling the sweater and top you were wearing off before even stepping foot in the bathroom. you could tease too.

you turned, your bare chest on full display as you closed the bathroom door, leaving your boyfriend with darkened eyes and a hard on.

you changed quickly before leaving the bathroom and getting right into sunwoo’s bed. sunwoo pulled you into him, nuzzling his face into your neck as he let you pick whatever you wanted to watch on netflix. when you finally found something to satisfy your entertainment needs, you cozied into the bed (and your boyfriend’s arms) more.

it didn’t take long for sunwoo to become bored with what you picked. it wasn’t because he didn’t like it, or he didn’t want to watch tv, but because he was painfully hard and painfully aware that you stripped yourself of your sweatpants. adorning only his hoodie and a pair of underwear, sunwoo was more focused on you than anything else.

sunwoo soon found your bare body wrapped in his hoodie more interesting than the show. his face nuzzled a little deeper into your neck as he left little lovebites behind. you whimpered again.

woo, i thought we were watching this?

sunwoo chuckled, one of his hands now slowly inching towards your chest underneath his hoodie. his slow drag of his long fingers across your skin left goosebumps in their wake.

you watch the show. i’ve found something much more interesting.

sunwoo doesn’t give you time to reply, flicking one of your hardened nipples before pinching ever so slightly on them. you gasped, arching your back as you pushed your chest further into his hand. sunwoo caught your gasp in his mouth, pulling you into another dizzying kiss that made your head spin.

you threaded your fingers into his hair, tugging and pulling in the strands in an effort to keep him close. sunwoo pulled his hand from underneath your (his) hoodie as he pulled you on top of him. the contact of your core meeting his clothed, hardened length made sunwoo his and you moan.

his hands found solace on your hips, moving you back and forth, dragging the prettiest of sounds out of the both of you. this is what sunwoo loved about you so much. how easy it was to pull you away from something. how much of an effect he had on you. he loved being able to see it firsthand, especially when he touched you.

the show on the tv was now background noise, barely being able to be made out due to the moans, whimpers, and soft groans being emitted from you two.

it wasn’t until you began pulling from his control to grind down on him harder that sunwoo realized he needed to reel himself back in. a small pit was forming in the bottom of his stomach, and it kept getting bigger and bigger the harder you moved on top of him. sunwoo knew that feeling, and knew you were feeling it too due to your moans rising in pitch.

sunwoo gripped onto your hips tighter, attempting and failing miserably at slowing down your pace.

sunwoo, please. im so close.

that was all sunwoo needed to steel himself as he pulled you off of him, flipping you onto your back. you landed with a soft umph, whining as your high began to slow disappear.

sunwoo was hovering over you, eyes closed as he took deep breaths. sunwoo wasn’t used to losing control in the bedroom. one of his only rules was that you came first, in everything. he couldn’t even imagine coming first when it came to you. he heard you whine and whimper underneath him as he kissed you again, hard.

his high was also beginning to dissipate, not that he was too worried about it. he’d get there eventually. you had other plans though. sunwoo’s full control in the kiss gave you the opportunity to sneakily snake a hand down his abdomen. just before you could breach the waistband of his sweats, your hand was pulled back and pinned above your head. both of your hands were. a loud and rather frustrated whine left you.

sunwoo!

your boyfriend chuckled. his dark hair falling in front of his eyes. he kissed you again, slowly moving towards your neck, then collarbone, leaving a trail of wet marks on your pretty skin. the kisses being a distraction so that sunwoo could get you back. slipping a hand between your legs and past your waistband, making you gasp into his mouth.

sunwoo groaned as he whispered softly.

god, i missed you.

[luvyeni]

sunoo really wants to talk , but you can’t be bothered to hear him.

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 김선우 x fem!reader ) ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. manipulation, gaslighting , reader is not a good person, unprotected sex, language word count. 0.7k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i like when reader is being the manipulator and not the one being manipulated..🫣

you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time as you listen to him complain. did he make good arguments? you wouldn’t know , you blocked him out 4 points ago.

“see look, you aren’t even listening to me.” sunoo frustrated; ran his hands through his hair. “you never listen to me.” he said. “because you’re talking in circles and it’s annoying.” you didn’t even bother looking up from your phone. “im not talking in circles , im talking about the way you treat me and how it’s unfair.” he said , you finally looked up. “unfair?” you said.

“yes unfair.” he said. “and how is it unfair?” he said. “well for starters , you’re constantly ignore me , you’re always going out with your friends , doing god knows what , with god knows who , leaving me worried here.” he said. “and your phone , god that stupid phone , your face is always in your phone — i give you all the attention you want , but you don’t show me any affection , not even the slightest bit of affection.”

he watched the expression on your face change; had you finally realized how bad you’ve treated him? would this change everything? “i see.” you said , standing up. “have a cheated on?” you asked.

“h-huh?” he asked. “well not physically , but you’re always texting guys — they’re friends.” you interrupted him. “you’re bitching and complaining about me being on my phone or going out with friends , accusing me of cheating.” he tried to defend himself. “i-i never said — but you implied it.” you said. “the affection you show me is suffocating , you’re so clingy , do i not hug and kiss you?” he gulped. “when i go out with my friends you’re always calling and whining when i will be home.”

“i just want you to be safe.” he said and you scoffed. “and i want a boyfriend who doesn’t nag me like he’s my fucking mother.” your voice tone changing. “i didn’t mean to upset you.” he said , maybe this was his fault , he shouldn't have brought it up , now you’re mad at him , and he feels nad . “i just want to work on us , i love you and i want you to be happy to be with me.”

you smirked , you walked over to the bed where he was sitting, bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it. “you want me to be happy?” he looked up at your , his eyes wet , he was close to tears. “y-yeah.” he said , his voice weary. “then stop complaining.” you said. “be my boyfriend and not my father.” you climbed into his lap. “stop bitching about the things i don’t do , and be happy about the things i do actually do.”

it always ended like this; and it was partially his fault — he let you do this because he was addicted to you by and you knew he could complain if he was fucked dumb underneath you. “y-yn.” he moaned as you moved your hips back and forth , he had already cum 3 times before and you were still going. “i ca-cant , i’ve cum already.” he whined , those tears that were once full of sadness , now streaming down his face because you were fucking him so well. “to-too much.”

“you cant even not complain when you’re being fuck.” you hissed , he whined as your cunt clenched around him , he was fuck well past his limits , normally you two only went one round so he wasn’t used to it. “ba-baby , what if i eat you out , hm.” he whimpered. “ma-make you cum with my mouth?” he gasped as he felt himself about to cum again. “pl-please i don’t think i can cum again.” he said , his cock twitching. “cum for me.”

he let out a cry as he came , shooting ropes of his cum into your cunt. “fu-fuck , fuck i’m cumming.” you gasped , legs twitching as you finished. he let out a huff , maybe this would calm you down , the argument was far from his mind and that’s exactly what you wanted , for him to shut up — and it works every single time. “i’m not done.” you said , he couldn’t handle cumming anymore. “don’t bitch , i’ll give your cock a rest.” you tapped his tear stained cheeks. “let’s see how many i can get out with this pretty mouth of yours.”

“put it to a better use than fucking nagging me.”

©️LUVYENI

[soleilwoo]

calling the boyz by their name

[☀︎] — sangyeon. ok it can go one of two ways with him. either he will just side-eye you with a knowing smirk on his lips because he knows you’re just trying to get his attention and he will entertain you for a while because he thinks it’s cute. or he won’t even budge when you call him by his name and will just nonchalantly go “you don’t call me that”, refusing to even look at you until go back to calling him honey or something.

[☀︎] — jacob. he will just laugh a little bit. whether he gets the joke or believes you somehow don’t want to call him your baby anymore, he’s got that “[laughs nervously] what the fuck…” vibe going for him. he does try to check with you if he did something but he’s just constantly laughing the whole time and you don’t actually know if he means it. even after you tell him it’s just a joke he’s still kind of frozen in place like “yeah.. haha.. ok..” so you will have a broken boyfriend for the next 3 hours or so.

[☀︎] — younghoon. stop don’t even pull this shit on him. deadass he’ll be so hurt. just stares at you in disbelief for probably like a whole 30 seconds trying to process what just happened and comprehend just why on god’s green earth you would call him anything other than your usual pet name. “did i do something?” “are you mad at me?” “are we okay?” like honestly the questions will!! not!! stop!! coming!! until you just call him baby and ease his mind because he’s just so deeply afraid of upsetting you </3. true baby.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. without missing a beat he goes “what was that?” as you continue calling him by his name. he would just keep saying things like “what? i’m sorry, i can’t hear you” and he’s laughing the whole time too because, a). he knows he’s gonna win this and b). you’re trying to get a rise out of him by playing a prank which is just so funny to him. he will keep this up until you give in and call him babe or something. then he smiles real wide, clearly very satisfied with himself, and goes “ah! that’s my baby”

[☀︎] — juyeon. if you thought he would react, lmfao, think again. he’ll probably not even think anything of it and when you’re like “you know i just called you juyeon right?” he’s like “yeah…. that’s my name…” honestly the most you’ll get out of him is a semi-confused look for about 3.2 seconds before he goes on about his day. 0/10 reaction. wouldn’t recommend.

[☀︎] — kevin. he’s also team “oh shit what the hell did i do” but after the initial shock, he just gets kind of… sad? he’s very attentive to you and your body language so depending on that he might pick up on the fact that it’s a joke and be like “ahhh don’t do that!! i was worried!!” or he might actually believe something’s wrong and just try to discuss the relationship right then and there. either way he’s just so glad when you call him baby again. will probably put his hand to his chest and sigh very dramatically while smiling real big or something like that.

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). he would be taken by surprise at first, smiling nervously because he’s unsure of what he should do or even what’s going on. he asks “are you mad?” and when you say no he’s still like “ok……. but are you mad?” he keeps replaying the last week in his head trying to figure out if he did something wrong and how he could make it up to you until you put the poor boy out of his misery. he’d let out the biggest sigh of relief when you call him baby again and he’s already on his way to cuddle you, talking about how relieved he is that you’re not actually mad at him and laughing at how silly he is :(.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). has got no time for this shit. he will either a). be like “that’s not my nameeee” and whine and annoy you until you lose your mind/give up on the joke (whichever comes first) or b). actually act like he has no time for this and go “i’m breaking up with you” after the second time you do it, tops. don’t even bother calling him babe afterwards cause he’ll just be like “yeah, have fun being single tho.”

[☀︎] — juhaknyeon. he sort of panics when you call him by his first name. he freezes in time and space and it takes him all of his courage to ask you if he did something. his mind immediately jumps to the worst case scenario: that this is all actually leading up to you breaking up with him. he’s honestly, actually, so scared. you’ll just have to be like “haha just kidding baby!!!!!!! its a joke BABY” to calm him down immediately afterwards.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. he is offended. just absolutely outraged. how dare you. “what did you just call me?” as if his own birth given name is the worst insult in the world. when you’re like “your name” he just straight up denies that. suddenly he doesn’t know a sunwoo. that’s not his name. 1000% the type to go “my name is BABY and you know damn well”. will still pout and sulk even after you give up and call him baby.

[☀︎] — eric. could either be really annoyed and pull a “actually that’s BABY to you 😠” or be rly upset and whiny and pouty about it because he is actually baby. you can honestly keep this up for as long as you like because eric physically lacks the ability to stay angry at you but just call him baby afterwards and i swear- all’s good. you’ll have a smiling, satisfied eric right back in your arms again.

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 26 - Corruption

⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Pervy! Bestfriend Sunwoo x innocent!reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.4K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), corruption kink, slight manipulation (if you squint, don't read if triggering), dry humping, unprotected sex, a very pervy and kinda possessive sunwoo, ass grabbing, pet name (sweetheart, baby), let me know if I missed anything!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: had to change the whole theme and plot for this one since I really couldn’t think at all on how to write it out BUT I still hope you like it! Wish I had more time to write it out better but here we are. This was also a combination of 3 asks that I haven't gotten to answering so here it is 😮‍💨 Proofread once

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

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Sunwoo loved touching you.

The way your soft hands would hold his, how you would lean your head on his shoulder, the feeling your body pressed up against his as he embraced you, he loved it all.

He loved it a little too much actually. So much to the point he thought about wanting to touch you in other places he shouldn’t be touching.

It was wrong, he knew that. But he couldn’t help himself.

He’d been dying to get his hands on you ever since you’ve become friends. But it was hard when your were such a sweet innocent little thing. He didn’t want to scare you off if he suddenly did it.

Sunwoo had to find a way to touch you. But how?

Suddenly, he remembered that it was your birthday coming up. And by coincidence he also happen to stumble upon an ad on his phone that made him grin from ear to ear.

He was gonna finally have his way with you.

“Come out sweetheart, let me see.”

“But Sunwoo I’m shy… are you sure this is okay?”

“As long as it’s on you I’m sure it’ll look beautiful I promise” You hear his muffled reassurance from behind the bathroom door.

When your best friend he had a surprise for you on your birthday you were not expecting this kind of gift at all…

You take a look at yourself for a moment, soaking in how your soft body looks covered in this really pretty laced lingerie set. He doesn’t even hide the fact that the tent in his pants are twitching just seeing you like this.

You took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled before opening the door to reveal your barely covered body.

“Sweetheart… you look fucking gorgeous.” Sunwoo says, soaking every inch of your body as he looks at you up and down. Your cheeks start to grow warm from the way he looks at you.

“Come here, I wanna take a closer look.” He motions you with his hand. You try to shield your body with your arms as you walk towards him sitting on the edge of your bed.

Sunwoo grabs you by the wrists and pulls you to straddle his lap, one hand tracing the patterned laced on your bra as the other hand rests on your lower back.

Your breath hitches at his bulge slightly nudging your core, making you feel something strange growing at the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck just look at you… I could almost eat you up-” His hands now slowly roaming your body, trying to make you ease into his touch.

When he shifts his position for a moment, you feel his bulge nudge you again. You let out a very faint whimper by accident, eyes growing wide from embarrassment.

But all you could see was Sunwoo’s mischievous smirk, knowing exactly what you’re feeling at this moment.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He holds your chin up to look into your eyes as his other hand starts massaging your ass.

“C’mon, you can always tell me.” He whispers.

“I feel k-kinda weird...” You whisper back.

“Where does it feel weird? Point it out to me-” He asks. You start to become shy at first, wondering if this is something your best friend should even know about. You slowly move your hand to direct his gaze at your core.

“Oh, I see. So… if I move you like this-” Sunwoo places both hands on your waist and pulls you forward, making your core rub against his bulge once again. You gasp at the feeling as it nudges your core even deeper.

“Y-yeah. I don’t know what it is.” You look at him with worried eyes.

“Sweetheart, it’s not a weird feeling at all. It should feel good… Does it feel good for you?” He continues to slowly rock your hips back and forth, making you nod your head as you bite your bottom lip.

“You wanna know something?” He asks. You tilt your head slightly curiously.

“It feels really good for me too…” He groans, pushing your hips down to make you grind on him further. You moan at the sensation it brings you, even the way Sunwoo’s strong hands hold you down.

As Sunwoo continues to help you grind yourself onto his crotch, you can’t help but stare at his plump lips. Without thinking, you impulsively peck them. Your eyes grow wide as you just realized what you’ve done.

“Sunwoo I- I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” your apology is cut off as he kisses you back. His lips attacking yours aggressively as he moves your hips faster.

You pull away from him for a moment, trying to catch your breath as he leans forward to kiss your chest.

“Sunwoo wait-” He doesn’t listen as he licks and sucks the top of your breasts.

“We can’t. T-this is something only boyfriends do-” Now that phrase is what gets him to stop.

“But friends can do this too sweetheart, didn’t you know?” He looks at you like it’s a well known fact.

“And it’s even better because I'm your best friend. Best friends are supposed to help each other right?” He pouts as he rubs circles on the dips of your hips.

“Y-yes…” You stutter. Still worried that what you feel for him might drive him away.

“And it looks like we both have a problem down there. I can help us both. Do you trust me?” You feel his bulge growing harder as you nod in response.

“I’ll make you feel good sweetheart, I promise. Just keep this between us okay?” He kisses you before unbuckling his pants to lower them enough to his knees.

He wastes no time pushing your hips down again on his hard bulge, the friction of his covered cock nudging your sensitive bud is even more pleasurable as the layers of clothing between you have lessened.

“Feels s-so good…” You mindlessly mumble as pleasure takes over your senses.

Sunwoo’s hands grab your ass harshly, making you whine from the slight sting but it turns you on even more. You moan his name as you feel an unfamiliar sensation growing in your abdomen.

“That’s it sweetheart, use my cock.” He groans.

Your hips roll on their own as they move faster, trying to reach that peak you’re desperately craving. He crashes his lips onto yours, tongues moving together so erotically.

You don’t even have time to process what’s going on until you suddenly hit your orgasm, making you bite his bottom lip out of impulse.

“Fuck I need to be inside you right now. Can I? Fuck- please let me fuck you-” He moans.

“But is that oka-”

“As long as we’re helping each other right?” He asks, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

“O-okay. Just… it won’t hurt right?” You look at him with worried eyes.

“Just a little, but it will feel so good. Gonna fill you up so good sweetheart I promise-” He fumbles as he slightly lifts his hips to pull down his boxers, kicking them to the side as he pulls your panties to the side. Your mouth waters at the sight of his leaking cock, eager to know how it will feel inside in a few moments.

Sunwoo helps you lift your hips, tugging at the base of his member as he aligns himself at your entrance before slowly lowering you down.

You start to feel the head stretch out your walls, whining at the pain as he bottoms out into you. He gives you a moment to adjust before he slowly grabs your waist again to drag your hips back and forth as his cock gliding inside your tight walls.

“I-feel so full-” You whine, wrapping your arms around his neck as you try to roll your hips yourself.

“Doing so good sweetheart.” Sunwoo kisses your neck.

“Fuck- gonna ruin you for everyone else. Got that? After this I can only fuck you-” He growls in your ear, slapping your ass as he bites your earlobe. You nod in response.

He wraps his arms around your waist and thrusts himself up into you. Pounding his member so deep that you practically feel all of him.

“Gonna make you mine baby. All mine.” He groans against your lips.

All the sensations happening at the moment numb your head, feeling yourself drift away to the point you don’t even realize you’re cumming on his cock, moaning his name like a prayer.

You thank him profusely. You don’t even know why you’re thanking him but you do. He smirks at you as he caresses your cheek and leaves a kiss on your forehead,

“That’s what friends are for…”

[cuppasunu]

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to: kate @blizzardfluffykpop req: sunwoo x reader | but i like you by boynextdoor summary: sunwoo has a crush and it’s driving him crazy. genre: college au | campus crush, strangers to lovers, fluff (no gendered pronouns but there is one mention of ‘girlfriend’) warnings: none wc: 1.6k words an: the draft was longer than this drabble but i actually held back from posting it all this time because this officially became a wip (help i have three sunwoo wips right now damn it).. who knows how fast i’ll get them out while working throughout the week, but writing your requests are truly the highlight of week! thank you soo much kate for requesting <3 stars: @blizzardfluffykpop @hyungseos-cafe @from-izzy @winterchimez @carrotsworld @jaehunnyy masterlist | @deoboyznet taking in your requests!!! — send a tbz member + song that reminds you of spring <3

sunwoo hardly believed in fairytales, but he was convinced you walked out of one.

trying to catch your breath from running, you swung open the lecture hall door a little stronger than you expected, assuming the huge handle was as heavy as it looked. 

in contrast to the dim room, the sunlight coming up from behind was shining at you like a spotlight. 

your hair was disheveled from your dire attempt to attend class on time. but in his eyes, it fell in a graceful yet effortless manner, simply complementing your beauty rather than demanding to be noticed. your flowy outfit and light steps brought back spring in the middle of august. or maybe it was your eyes that sparked so much life in this early morning. 

sunwoo’s heart started racing, not able to figure out whether it was because of you or the caffeine from half-empty latte in his hand. 

he suddenly caught your gaze, and your embarrassed smile nearly threw him in a loop. 

‘definitely not the coffee,’ he thought.

you searched for an empty seat in the room, disappointed at the chance of needing to walk all the way to the front, where most students have avoided taking. sunwoo slowly takes his bag off the seat next to him. 

'please sit next to me,' he whispered to himself like a mantra.

“you at the back,” the professor, dr. love, called out.

you looked around the general area before you processed who she was talking about. pointing at yourself like a lost little duck, you gathered how awkward the situation had become with 200 students looking straight at you.

“yes, you! stop looking around and take a seat,” dr. love said, “sit next to that boy with his mouth open staring at you-”

the whole room erupts in hollers and laughter. sunwoo quickly looked away. he knew everyone was looking at him, yet continued to deny any claim that he was the one dr. love was talking about. 

fortunately, you were too occupied to clearly make out what the professor said. apologizing, you picked the next available seat nearest you and started unpacking your bag. sunwoo’s cheeks burned the moment he sensed shuffling beside him, too nervous to look and check you had chosen to sit next to him after all. 

the professor moved past everything once everyone settled in to continue the lecture. 

when he finally gained the courage to look around him, sunwoo steals another glance at you. he could have sworn you locked eyes once again. he stopped listening to what dr. love was saying about the syllabus for the rest of class after that.

maybe, waking up for this class five days a week will be worth it.

…

“did someone kidnap sunwoo and replaced him without us knowing?” eric asked.

the whole crew—eric, hyunjae, haknyeon, chanhee, changmin—were walking downtown after his game, opting for a dinner out while it's still warm out past 5 PM. sunwoo heard his name out of context when he caught up with them, dismissed from his debrief with his cohort at the clinic. 

haknyeon and changmin looked at each other and suppressed a chuckle. sunwoo squeezed between the two and put his arms around them. 

“say something and i’ll seriously ki-”

“-sunwoo found himself a lil’ girlfriend!” chanhee chirped, shrugging as changmin slapped his arm.

“argh!!! how could you-”

“i didn’t say anything!” changmin insisted.

eric throws his head back, shocked to his core, “oh my god- he’s not denying it.”

“no- of course not- it’s not, i mean… of course it’s not true,” sunwoo stumbled upon his words.

it wasn’t a surprise that his friends would question what he was up to, seemingly becoming a changed person overnight.

haknyeon knew something was up when he no longer needed to turn off his roommate’s alarm for once. initially dreading the fact that he was stuck in the infamous 8 AM attendance-required lecture across campus, sunwoo’s enthusiasm now was undeniable. at times, he even had the time to buy coffee from changmin during his opening shift at the library cafe. 

“eric, you saw something?” hyunjae asked, pouting, but unable to contain his excitement. nobody catches him up about matters like this anymore, neck deep in his coursework and part-time fellowship with his professor as a fourth-year. 

“i wish,” eric shook his head, “i see him everyday coming into class early- our team passes that building on our morning runs every wednesday and friday.”

defeated, sunwoo stayed silent, careful not to give anything away. 

he couldn’t come clean about his silly crush, and if he was being honest, it would be more accurate to say it’s a crushing infatuation. on the rare occasions he sat anywhere remotely close to you, he was only able to gather these three things: you were a freshman, a psychology major, and your name was y/n.

“that’s all you know?” haknyeon asked, almost shouting from surprise.

“he probably didn’t even get all that by actually talking to y/n-”

sunwoo was going to open his mouth to defend himself, but closed it back after accepting changmin was right.

“classes started a month ago,” haknyeon furrowed his eyebrows, half- disappointed and half-frustrated from this realization.

“he’s a helpless case,” chanhee sighed, before walking into the restaurant first and checking their table in.

sunwoo was too stunned to move another step. he didn’t realize a whole month had passed, but could barely count the times he shared a couple of words with you in one hand.

the rest of the guys tap sunwoo in the back, whispering a series of good luck and you can do it before walking in. somehow, the gesture still managed to feel like a pitiful mockfest to the poor guy. he was beginning to think he was helpless himself.

eric stayed to offer his friend some help, “hm- you know that name sounds familiar. tell you what- i have this friend, kevin, he’s also a psych major and works at the student center by the dorms-”

“are you telling me to spy and stalk my crush?” sunwoo asked, terrified.

“if you knew what others do to know more about their crush” eric started, but decided not to finish his sentence. he shook his head and sighed exactly like chanhee did and whispered something under his breath.

 “trust, you’ll thank me later.”

…

thursday, 6:30 PM 

bennett hall, room 305

sunwoo stares at the note eric left him. even after insisting he would never accept his help without knowing how he got his intel…his legs ended up bringing him in front of the building. 

i have ten minutes to turn back and walk away, he thinks while staring at a small flyer pinned to the wall that advertised the university’s film club meetings, confirming he was at the right place.

“sunwoo, right?” 

his heart dropped to his stomach when he heard your voice. sunwoo hesitates before moving from his stance, already recognizing your voice before his eyes fell on you. 

“sunwoo, from dr. love’s class?”

“y/n,” he grinned like a fool, only calling out your name instead of answering you properly.

sunwoo looked at your surprised expression, holding back any indication that the reason he’s here has finally showed up. you switched back and forth from looking at him and the poster on the wall, connecting the dots.

“are you here for the film club?” you smiled.

sunwoo mindlessly fidgeted with the note on his hand and quickly crumpled it back to his pocket, “i- i am.”

“i’m in it too! this is great- we’re always looking for new members. is it your first time?”

sunwoo nodded. he couldn’t believe you remembered his name, much less recognize him outside of class. 

while trying to get it together as he freaks out on the inside, he listens to your lengthy intro of the club. you went on and on and on, not knowing he was still trying to get over the fact that you were exchanging more than five words to one another. 

a leaf falls on your head as you were talking when sunwoo reaches out to take it off. 

his hand moved faster than his thoughts, stricken by his nerves when he finally realized what he was doing. you stopped talking for a second, looking at what was on his hand.

“sorry- there was a leaf.”

“oh- okay.”

he coughed to break the awkward tension, sensing you had lost your train of thought. sunwoo took a step back, putting a small distance between you. he pressed his lips together and smiled with his eyes, ready to beat himself up later for losing his cool in front of you (again).

“anyway- did anyone invite you?” you went back to what you were saying.

sunwoo had long forgotten what eric explained when he was handed the note. he lies and told you no one invited him.

“okay..” you smirked, closing the distance he just put between you and urged him to lean a little closer, “then, can you tell the club, i invited you?”

you explained that you get a referral perk for bringing in new members, increasing your chance to win a collectible item at the end of the month. 

sunwoo didn’t think you could become even more adorable until that moment. 

he was already devising a plan to force his friends to join the club in his head if it meant you would smile at him like that again.

'you could ask me to tell everyone you saved me from a burning building and i would do it,' he thought. 

lost in your bubble, you didn’t pay attention to the time until you glanced at your phone.

“-we’re gonna be late!” you jumped.

sunwoo follows you in without a word and walks up the stairs. you turned the hallway to the left and found the projector room like its routine. you reached for the door before pausing and turning to sunwoo. 

“i'm really glad you came today,” you whispered before opening the door, giving him no time to respond.

sunwoo had a feeling he’ll remember this exact moment long after today.

[sanaxo-o]

Lip Scrub (Kim Sunwoo)

Warnings: fluff, kissing, boyfriend!sunwoo, sunwoo is smitten for you, mention of kids shit (don’t ask. Just read), making out 🕳️🏃‍♀️, couple things, very comforting I’d say 🤷‍♀️, oh and Sunwoo and the reader call each other pookie

Sana: Hihi! I am back (I could not last on my hiatus for more than a month 🧍) I wrote this today. Kidding I had it in my drafts for ages I finished it today so like-

Word count: 982

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“Try this with me please..” you say as you hold Sunwoo’s arm and shake it “No, why would I put whatever that is under my eyes?” Sunwoo said in disgust as he held the under eye mask with his two fingers as if it was some kids disgusting shit.

“It helps you moisturise your under eyes! You see all those dark circles you have right there, it’s for them. Come on, try it with me! I promise it’s not something bad.” You say with a pout on your face. You could see Sunwoo dramatically rolling his eyes before nodding his head slightly.

“And fyi I don’t have dark circles.” He said before snatching the packet of under eye masks. Ripping it open he took out two of them and stared at them with his eyes brows knitted together.

“Let me help you..wait before that wear this!” You say excitedly as you remove a bunny hair band from your bed side table.

“I am not going to wear that! Get away!” He screamed in horror as he tried to get up from the bed only to get pulled back down.

Straddling his lap you put the bunny hair band on him as you gently place the eye masks under his eyes, “you have to close your eyes..” you mumble with your eyes focused on putting the eye mask properly.

“Why?” He asked even tho he had already closed his eyes. Smiling like a small kid you get up from his lap and bring out your cocoa butter lip scrub. Rubbing it on his lips you got up from his lap once it was done. Going in the washroom you pay no mind to whatever Sunwoo was doing outside.

“Can I eat this??” Sunwoo asked with his eyes still closed “I mean..if you want to. Go ahead..” you said with a shrug.

“What even is this?” Sunwoo asked. Stopping your skin care routine you look at him through the bathroom, “lip scrub..” you say as you continue doing your thing.

You could hear Sunwoo gasp in horror “You cannot eat lip scrub! Why did you say I could eat lip scrub!” He screamed in terror as he got up from the bed and came running in the washroom to wash his mouth.

Pushing you away from the mirror and the counter he opened the faucet and started gargling with the running water. Shaking your head in disapproval of his behaviour you just continued putting the night cream on your face.

“Why did you say that I could eat that!” Sunwoo spoke up once he was done washing his mouth

“I never said you could eat that, pookie.” You reply as you start putting on the face mask sheet.

“Yes you did! I asked you if I can eat the thing you were applying on my lips! And you said yes!” He whined

“No, I said if you want to! I left the decision completely on you, pookie.” You say with a smile. Patting his broad shoulders you exit the washroom and sit down on the bed with a book in your hand.

“Okay, but the main question is, did it taste good?” You ask once Sunwoo came out of the bathroom and sat down beside you

“Seriously? That’s what you care about?” He asks with his eyebrows raised looking at you with a irritated expression adorned on his face.

“No, I mean I need to know if it actually tastes like the flavour I bought.” You say as you look at him with expectant eyes waiting for his reply

“I don’t know. It tastes like vanilla and a slight mixture of cocoa butter. It was sweet and it had this small bits kind of thing which I chew on,” Sunwoo said with his eyes closed as he described the taste he tasted “overall it tasted good. 10/10! Definitely should try it!” Sunwoo said with a slight grin as he got up from his seat and went in the washroom to grab the lip scrub box.

“Come on, try it..” he said as he stood in front of you with the scrub scooped up in his fingers. Looking at the scrub and then at him you shook your head as a no as you gently pushed his hand away.

“No, are you crazy!” You said with a laugh as you diverted your attention back to the book you were reading.

“You’re not gonna eat it then?” Sunwoo asked as a confirmation. Shaking your head and saying back a no you payed attention to your book.

“Well then you leave me no choice!” You heard Sunwoo say that as you felt a soft hand grab your face. Before you could even comprehend on what was happening you felt soft lips attached to yours.

You could feel Sunwoo moving his lips in sync with your as his moulded perfectly in yours. Closing your eyes you grabbed the back of his neck to pull him closer. Pushing him down on the bed you straddled his lap while you both continued kissing without a care in the world.

In no time you could feel Sunwoo’s tongue entering your mouth as he explored every corner of it. You could taste the cocoa butter and vanilla flavour of the scrub he had put on before kissing you.

Breaking the kiss you both stared at each other while breathing heavily. Attaching your forehead with his you smiled at him “It tastes good.” You tell him with a slight chuckle

“Really? Are you referring to me or my lips, pookie?” Sunwoo said with a smitten smile on his lips.

Picking up his hand he started stroking your hair gently before he attached his lips to your collarbone, giving it light kisses.

“Both..” you reply to his question as you look up to give him more space to kiss you.

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[jinkoh]

now playing: the boyz - christmassy

sunwoo x gn!reader

11th fic for my anniversary event | requested by anon

wc: 1.1k, fluff, established relationship, proposal, this whole fic is just sunwoo being a sap honestly

a/n: i assume most of y'all will celebrate on the 25th, but to those who--like me--celebrate on the 24th and to those in time zones were midnight has already passed: merry christmas~

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December is a time that always feels special to Sunwoo. Of course, it’s a time of the year that feels special to a lot of people, but Sunwoo likes to believe it’s extra special to him. Because in December, right about this time three years ago, Sunwoo met you for the first time.

It was freezing and he was in a rush to get to class, the Christmas spirit not having reached him quite yet. But then he stumbled into you, with your cheeks and nose red from the cold and your eyes glowing with a sense of wonder he couldn’t really relate to at the time. That was about to change though, because you enchanted him from that moment on. He remembers how fast his heart was racing when you spoke to him and he remembers how much his fingers trembled when he typed his number into your phone. He can also still recall all the lectures spent zoning out, scribbling silly things about you into his notepad instead of paying attention. There was just something magical about meeting you, and even now the magic hasn’t faded. In fact, with every day that passes, he finds himself more smitten with you. Because ever since he met you, every day has been feeling like Christmas on and on. Even without carols and Christmas lights just being together makes life feel christmassy. It’s embarrassing to voice any of those sappy thoughts—Sunwoo likes to think of himself as a bit more cool and collected than that—but then again, he is also a romantic at heart. 

And because he is such a romantic, he is now trudging through the snowy streets, bustling with people hunting down their last christmas gifts, to meet you at the corner he first ran into you three years ago. He has his old notepad clutched to his chest and he still isn’t sure if he should really show it to you, worried about looking uncool in front of you, worried that it isn’t good enough, that it isn’t the gesture you’d want. But he decides to trust that you will understand the sincerity in all of this and he knows you don’t care that much for pricey gifts or putting on a big show.

When he spots you at the end of the street, fewer people around this part of town, he halts for a moment. You’re wearing the same scarf as that time, and your cheeks are just as red again, and it doesn’t feel like a coincidence. He takes a deep breath and then he approaches you, your eyes lighting up the second they fall on him.

“Sunwoo,” you wave with your cute, warm mittens and it makes him smile. “Happy anniversary.”

“It’s not our anniversary,” he says, but you roll his eyes at him.

“Yes, it is,” you pull  him close by the collar of his thick coat to leave a peck on his lips, “it’s the anniversary of our first meeting.”

Sunwoo kisses you back, his body feeling warm and fuzzy at the knowledge you remembered it too. “Yeah,” he says, “You’re right.”

A satisfied smile spreads on your lips before your gaze wanders to the notepad in his arms. “What’s that?”

“Notes I took back in college.”

You raise an eyebrow, “In college? Why would you need them now?”

“I wanted to give them to you.”

“To me?” You let out a confused laugh, “Why?”

“Go and find out,” he says as he hands it over and then he adds, “Happy anniversary, y/n.”

Your expression turns a bit more serious, unsure what to expect as you open the pages. At first, it’s actual stuff from classes and maybe the one or the other doodle created to overcome boredom. But then, as you reach this very day three years ago, you find your name scribbled on the edge of the page. Then there is your name next to his, a messy heart drawn around both of them. I really like you, it says a few days later. With every page you turn, you grow more flustered. “Sunwoo, what is this?”

“I told you, notes from college.”

“Yeah, but—why is it—are they about me?”

“It was kinda hard to get you out of my head at the time,” he says with a shrug that’s supposed to look nonchalant, even when nerves are getting the best of him right now. “Actually it still is.”

“Are they all from back then?”

“Yeah,” he shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat, feeling the small velvet box in his right palm. “Well, almost all of them. There is also one from today.”

You almost seem in a hurry to read through the pages now, unable to hide your impatience to get to today’s note. Sunwoo doesn’t mind though. If you ever want to look more closely, the notepad will still be around later. And if he’s being honest he is just as impatient for you to get to the important part as you are. When you’re finally turning the last page he takes a deep breath and then pulls out the little box from his pocket, waiting for you to read the words before he gets down on one knee.

“Sunwoo—what—,” you stutter, clearly flustered and your eyes shimmering with tears as you look up from the page, only to find him kneeling before you, snow seeping into the fabric of his pants but he doesn’t mind.

“I know this isn’t a big movie-worthy gesture—but it’s always during this season that I start to wonder how many times we’ll spend it together—and it’s always during this season that I come to think that it feels endless—that I’d like it to be endless. Does that—all of this sounded better in my head—but even now when I look at you it feels like Christmas on and on. I’d like it to always feel this way, I’d like there to always be days like this, days with you. So, y/n l/n,” he takes another deep breath before he repeats the words that are written on the last page, “will you marry me?”

You nod almost violently, not even waiting for him to put the ring on your finger before you fling your arms around his neck, getting your knees wet in the snow as much as he has. “Yes,” you agree as you bury yourself in his embrace, “Yes, yes, yes!”

All the tension is slipping out of him as he hugs you close, deciding the ring can wait another ten minutes because holding you is that much more important. He is full of warmth and happiness and wonder, and he can’t help thinking that it really does feel like Christmas on and on.

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[ikeukiss]

showing out | 𝐤𝐬𝐰

୨୧ pairing: kim sunwoo x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: semi-publix sex, car sex, unprotected sex || ୨୧ synopsis: "I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home." requested by anon!

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Sunwoo isn’t private about his feelings. He’ll say what’s on his mind in a heartbeat, whether it makes those around him uncomfortable or not. He’s blunt, you’d say to your friends. It’s what I love about him.

And you do, even if his boldness extends to his sensual thoughts and desires.

You’re sitting Eric and Juyeon, nursing a beer and laughing with them so hard your sweatpants-clad legs are snug against your stomach on the couch. Your shirt rides up just a touch to show your skin, and Sunwoo sees it out of the corner of his eye.

You’re not enticing his friends by any means, but watching Eric suddenly clasps your shoulder tightly sparks something in him he can’t contain.

When Sunwoo slides in next to you, he places a hand on your thigh, as close to the center of your legs as possible without giving his buddies a show.

As Eric and Juyeon continue the conversation without you, Sunwoo whispers in your ear, “I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."

On the way home, he can’t even contain himself. He has to pull over onto the side of a dark, nondescript road to slide his dick inside of you and forcefully bounce you on top of him. His hand sits on your throat the whole time, knowing he’s going to leave a mark that may still be visible through your makeup.

No other man will put his hands on you without knowing Sunwoo’s been there first, and always will be.

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[cheeseceli]

I'd be your romeo

Sunoo just wanted to impress you.

He wanted to tell jokes just so he could make you laugh. He wanted to cook for you even if he didn't know how to. He wanted you to look at him and think "damn, isn't he so beautiful?". He, above everything, just wanted you to see him as your first and only choice.

Actually, the more he thinks of that, he doesn't necessarily need to be the first nor the only. He doesn't mind waiting for you to perceive him, even if that means that in the meantime you'll be busy with other people. As long as he could be there for you, with you, at least once, he'd be glad.

As for now, he will keep himself engaged with doing his best to impress you. Maybe then, one day, you will see him as he sees you.

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[gothlcsan]

kim sunwoo ; gym sex [ drabble ] 𝜗𝜚

PAIRING boyfriend!sunwoo x fem!reader

GENRE 18+ SMUT

SYNOPSIS confronting your boyfriend on why he quit letting you work out with him, it leading to an intense workout.

WORD COUNT 1637

WARNINGS sweat, gym sex, mentioning of boners, biting, kissing, hair pulling, improper use of gym equipment, praises mixed with degradation, mirror sex, reader has a vagina, unprotected sex, breeding, spanking. let me know if i missed anything ~

a/n sorry for any mistakes! this came to me out of literally nowhere. still trying to get back into writing since i took a long hiatus so please be kind. ꒰ ྀི◞ ◟ ꒱ like always, please like, reblog, and send requests!!! ♡

Sunwoo who loves working out with you but the blood pumping through him causes problems for himself as well. This leads to him changing his routine to avoid going to the gym with you, going super early in the morning knowing you’d be sleeping soundly. You hadn’t known your boyfriend was embarrassed by getting boners while working out in the gym with you, not that it was anything for him to be embarrassed about. It was only natural due to the flow of blood.

You rolled over one morning having stayed up wanting to confront Sunwoo why he kept excluding you from the workouts. He stood there awkwardly trying to find the best way to explain himself, groaning as he hid his face with his arm.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“What do you mean? Am I embarrassing to you ?” You asked confused on what he meant but also a twinge of hurt in your voice.

He was quick to respond to clear up the misunderstanding, explaining with a blush on his face that he kept getting boners in the gym and he didn’t want to weird you out by them.

Your voice softens and you can’t help but let out a laugh, making sure to quickly apologize for laughing as you explained you weren’t making fun of him but thankful it wasn’t something worse. Having him sit down next to you on the bed, you asked him if he got them because of the blood flow or something else, a smirk playing on your lips suggestively. He takes a minute to breathe, explaining that it was a combination of both but mostly blood flow as it happens even when you aren’t with him. The two of you talk making sure it’s not a huge deal for you and you were more bothered with being excluded than anything. Sunwoo apologizes, giving him a quick kiss on the lips asking if he’d be bothered with you going to the gym with him. He shakes his head saying he’d be happy to have company as he missed you going along with him.

Entering the company gym, Sunwoo helps you set up your yoga mat so that you can comfortably do your stretches and routine whilst he works on lifting. The two of you don’t speak much through the first half of the workout session, both immersed in perfecting your technique and the music playing in the background. It’s not until you turn to look over your shoulder at Sunwoo that you realize he really did have a boner. It wasn’t super easy to tell due to his pants being baggy, but as he stretched his legs to sit on each side of the bench, it made the fabric tight around his lap. He’s immersed into his reps, you slowly standing up and moving until you’re standing behind the top of his head. Sunwoo gives you his attention instantly, setting the weights back onto the rack before giving you a smile.

“You need something?”

Shaking your head you point towards his lap with your head looking back down at his face to give him a playful smile.

“I don’t believe so but you surely do.”

“I, oh my god, listen,” Sunwoo’s face turns a shade of pink as he tries to hide it by pulling down on the hem of his shirt. However due to the skin tight material it does absolutely nothing to hide it. Moving so one of your legs was positioned one one side of his head, you giggle as he asks what you’re doing, telling him to stop being so shy and do what he really wants to do. Sunwoo doesn’t take long to move his hands so that he’s rubbing his pointer and middle fingers up your clothed pussy. Planting your feet firmly onto the ground trying to hold yourself up from falling down onto his face, you bite down onto your bottom lip and stare down at him.

“No wonder you said not to worry about this, you wanted this didn’t you?”

Sunwoo takes his time moving his fingers further down, your pussy swallowing both the fabric of your yoga pants and his fingers. Small moans fall from your lips from his words not being able to admit nor deny his claims, his fingers making your legs shake in anticipation.

“Take these off.” His assertive tone makes your heart leap in your chest, gasping as he brings both your pants and panties down to the back of your knees, exposing your pussy in full view for him. Sunwoo is quick to place his fingers back where he had them last, rubbing up against your clit now making you squeeze your thighs together, entrapping his hand. Not allowing you to stay in that position for long, Sunwoo spreads your legs back apart telling you to mind yourself. Now, that only ignited a fire within you that said to be a brat, the rational part of your brain being thrown into the dust. Against your better judgment, you go to close your legs again, Sunwoo gifting you a warning slap against the side of your thigh. Once again you ignore it, going to close around his hand, Sunwoo changing positions quickly so you were now pinned firmly down against the bench.

“What did I say?”

You don’t answer.

“What did I say?” Sunwoo repeats again, adding a pause in between each word knowing that meant he was growing tired of your actions. However, once again, you ignored him. He grabs a fistful of your hair making your head snap back to look into the mirrors directly in front of the two of you.

“Again. One last time, what did I say?”

“Don’t close my legs?”

He lands a heavy handed slap against your ass before he lets go of your hair, your body falling back down flat onto the bench.

“Good girl.”

The praise makes goosebumps run over your entire body, making you shiver. You loved his praises especially in moments like these where his actions were rough but his words so sweet. You watch as he uses one hand to bring down his sweats, his dick springing up hitting just barely below his belly button making you swallow in anticipation. Of course you’ve had sex before but something about doing it in the gym made you both nervous and excited. He has you move to give him better access, gasping in surprise when he lifts you up just slightly so he can ease into you easier. The stretch in this position makes your eyes flutter, looking forward at your reflection, your stomach muscles tightening, seeing Sunwoo holding your bottom half up as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

“You look so pretty, baby.”

You hum at his praises thanking him as he starts to move his hips, moaning as his thighs hit against the back of yours. The way in your chest rubbed against the leather cushion of the bench made you swear under your breath, your nipples sensitive and growing sore. Sunwoo didn’t give you much time to think as his steady pace quickened and had moans being knocked out of you each time you two reconnected.

“Sunwoo, please, fuck.”

“Shh, baby~” Sunwoo cooed just slightly mockingly as he didn't slow down his thrusts, his grip on your hips tightening knowing that they’d surely be bruised by the morning. He brings you up so your back is flush to his chest, not even caring about the uncomfortable feeling of sweat pooling between you two, tossing your head back to lay on his shoulder as he kissed up your exposed throat. Your head was fuzzy in a cloud of pleasure, completely incoherent to Sunwoo and both his praises and degrading words being reduced to moans and fucked out expressions. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he positions himself so he can easily rock up into you, your body all but practically limp on his hold as the red hot knot in your lower abdomen unwound itself, turning your face to bite roughly into his throat as you came around his dick. You can barely hear as Sunwoo swears from the pain, his throat vibrating under your teeth as he chuckles, his thighs shaking as he reaches closer to his own climax.

Sunwoo goes to pull out, lifting your hips up to but you tighten your legs around him, letting go of his throat as you shake your head.

“Baby, I don’t have a condom.” Sunwoo says breathlessly, clearly straining as he tries to hold back from cummimg in you without protection.

You groan in annoyance, begging him to cum in you, reminding him that you’re on the pill, ignoring him trying to rationalize him not cumming in you.

“Please, Woo, cum in me please.” You begged before pausing, opening your eyes, looking up at him with huge, wet, doe eyes. “Want you to breed me.”

Something in Sunwoo snaps, his jaw tightening as he picks back up from a few moments ago, encouraging him to cum as he reaches closer toward cumming. His thighs spasm as he leans forward his body pinning you down a bit uncomfortably in between the bench and his weight, happily humming as he cums in you. Loving the feeling of him filling you up, his dick twitching which each tremor. Sunwoo doesn’t move until his aftershocks settle down, lifting himself up, slicking his hair that was sweat matted on his forehead. He pulls out slowly watching as you shake from him dragging along your walls, smiling at him stupidly as he plants kisses from your sweaty forehead down to your lips, calling you beautiful. You weakly headbutt his chest telling him not to be cheesy, Sunwoo apologizing and helping you towards the showers, promising to help you more when you two reach the dorms.

[jinnieboosworld]

Cookie Chaos

December 8th

Part of the 31 Days of Fics Event

Genre: Fluff, Light 18+

Summary: Baking cookies with Sunwoo turns into a playful mess of flour and frosting, but when he pulls you close and kisses you, the kitchen becomes much hotter.

Word Count: 464

@k-labels @deoboyznet @kflixnet

"You're wasting so much flour!" you exclaimed, half-laughing and half-crying as Sunwoo flung another handful of it in your direction.

He was already doubling over in laughter, his hoodie dusted white. "Wasting? It's called creative baking."

"Oh really? And what part of dumping flour everywhere counts as creative?"

"It adds texture!" he shot back with a wink before lunging at you again, this time smearing frosting along your jawline.

You gasped, grabbing his wrist to stop him, but the grin on his face was impossible to resist. "Sunwoo, I swear, if you keep this up-"

"What?" he interrupted, cocking a brow and stepping closer. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Your breath caught as the teasing glint in his eyes darkened into something else entirely. He had you pinned now, his chest barely an inch from yours as your back pressed against the counter.

"I'm warning you," you said, though your voice came out weaker than intended.

"Go on, warn me," he murmured, his free hand sliding up to brush a streak of flour from your cheek. His touch lingered, his thumb grazing your skin in a way that made your heart stutter.

"Sunwoo.." you started, but your words dissolved into silence as he leaned in. His lips hovered over yours, so close you could feel his breath.

"You've got something here," he whispered, his thumb tracing the corner of your mouth before brushing over your bottom lip.

The playful tension snapped, replaced by something far hotter as his lips finally captured yours. The kiss was nothing like the teasing you were used to-it was heated, his hand slipping to your waist to pull you flush against him. His lips were soft yet insistent, his body pressing you into the counter as your fingers curled into the front of his hoodie.

The sugary mess around you only heightened the moment, the sweetness of frosting on his tongue as the kiss deepened. His hand slid up your side, his fingers brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt, sending a shiver through you.

"Sunwoo," you gasped as he pulled back, his lips swollen and his eyes filled with mischief.

"You're the one who started this war," he said, his voice lower now, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw. "What? Can't handle the heat?"

"Is this about baking or... something else?" you asked, breathless.

He smirked, leaning down to press a trail of kisses along your jawline. "Why not both?"

You couldn't help but laugh, even as your cheeks burned and your knees threatened to give out. "We're never gonna finish these cookies at this rate."

"Who needs cookies?" he muttered, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that made the entire kitchen feel like it was on fire.

[helionepho]

International Trouble

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ a kim sunwoo drabble ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairing: bestfriend!sunwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff, non-idol au, bestfriend to lovers(?), domestic au

warning: mention of kiss

summary: sunwoo is your silly best friend who is actually having a big fat crush on you, and his teasing remark blurs the line between friendship and something deeper

wc: 751

note: hello! i'm bringing you a fluff stuff today! hope this brings a smile to your face 𖹭

"(Y/N), I heard today is International Kissing Day." Sunwoo leaned against your kitchen counter with a grin that spelled trouble, one brow cocked like he knew exactly what he was doing.

You—on the other hand—didn’t even glance up from slicing carrots, refusing to feed into his theatrics. “And?”

He pouted, dramatically crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you. “And? (Y/N), this is the perfect day to celebrate all the love in the world. Don’t you feel it in the air?”

You gave him a pointed look, the corners of your lips twitching. “I feel you trying to annoy me while I’m cooking.”

“I’m trying to kiss you,” he corrected with that same boyish smirk he always wore when he was trying to be smooth. “Big difference.”

You shook your head, laughing quietly. “You’re unbelievable.” A part of you still thought that he was just joking around like always. It’s Kim Sunwoo after all—your silly bestfriend.

“You heard me right, (Y/N).”

You went back to focusing on your cooking. “Maybe you should do that kind of thing with your girlfriend.”

Sunwoo flinched slightly at your words. “You knew pretty well that I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment.”

“I mean… you still have female friends who are always drooling over you?”

“Yeah. You are my female friend too,” he said that too easily. “Well, except the drooling part. You’re not drooling over me… yet.”

You stopped chopping the carrots and sighed at his words, glancing at him while he was just grinning—maybe he was happy that he finally got your attention.

“You don’t wanna give a quick kiss to your male friend here?”

“What am I getting back if I kiss you?”

Sunwoo’s grin widened like he’d just won a prize. He pushed off the counter, stepping closer until he was right beside you that you could actually felt his warmth and smelled his cologne, something mixed between wood sage and sea salt.

“You get the honor of making my heart race for the rest of the day, possibly changing the course of history,” he said, leaning in slightly, his voice lower now—teasing, but laced with something more real. “…and maybe I’ll stop bothering you while you cook.”

You scoffed, turning your attention back to the cutting board, even though your heart had started doing flips without your permission. “That doesn’t sound like much of a deal.”

“I might never recover if you say no…” He said with a dramatic pout, again.

“Seems like you're not going to let go of this, huh?”

“Nope, not today,” he said while shaking his head slightly. “It’s International Kissing Day, (Y/N). It would be a crime.”

“Still wouldn’t benefit me anything.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, holding up both his hands in the air. “If you kiss me, I’ll do all your dishes. For a week.”

You paused, raising an eyebrow. “Two weeks.”

He blinked. “One and a half.”

“Done,” you said too quickly, which only made him chuckle.

“Wait, are you negotiating because you actually want to kiss me?” he asked, eyes gleaming. “Or are the dishes really that unbearable?”

You ignored him and moved to put in the chopped carrots inside the pot, but you could still feel him watching you the whole time, a quiet anticipation humming in the air between you.

As you turned around, you found him still standing there, a little less playful. Still smiling, but softer now.

“I wasn’t kidding, y’know?” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “I do want to kiss you. Not because of this ‘international day’ thing. It was just an excuse.”

He sounded more serious now, making the room felt silence all of a sudden.

But the silence that followed was different. Not awkward—just heavy with things neither of you had said out loud before.

You tilted your head a bit, voice barely above a whisper. “Then maybe you should.”

Sunwoo blinked as he catch your low whisper. And then he smiled—not the teasing one, but the one you rarely saw. The one he wore when he was being completely, hopelessly sincere.

He closed the gap. “Can I?”

His voice sounded dreamy, his gaze locked onto yours with newfound intensity and somehow, your heart skipped a beat.

And after the long wait felt by Sunwoo, it was you who leaned in first.

Sunwoo smirked the moment your soft lips met his before he lost himself completely in the kiss.

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