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PAIRING lee juyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 4.61k

GENRES fluff ﹒ smut ﹒ minuscule bit of angst

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, boy next door/neighbor au, reader was in a toxic-ish relationship, juyo is so cute and so sweet, until he’s kinda 😵‍💫 yk?, um kevin and changmin appearances, reader being absolutely irrevocably impossibly down bad for juyeon’s hands, so hand kink lol, making out, vaginal fingering, cum eating…. lol, they get a little sappy at the end

SUMMARY maybe this was for the better. maybe it was okay to let your guard down every once in a while, so long as it was always for your flirty neighbor.

MORE i would like to apologize for putting this out a day late… um i was really busy preparing for my enhypen concert so 😭 not a lot of writing was happening since there wasn’t enough brain juice flowing. anyways. ENJOY <3 pls rb if u did! (ALSO THANK U REESE AND @sungbeam FOR BETAING AND EDITING <<<3 i love y’all sm)

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

If there was one thing you took pride in, it was your keen sense of hospitality.

You’d been raised as the type of girl to always be welcoming when a new face arrived, to be that guiding light for them as they adjusted to all the changes in their life. When you were little, your mother taught you to introduce yourself first, because you never knew if that person was shy or not. Of course, there was the usual ‘Stranger Danger’ pep talk, but it differed greatly from the new friend pep talk.

The first time you exhibited this wonderful trait of yours was in middle school when the foreign student in your class was forced to stand at the front of the room. He wasn’t necessarily shy, but you could tell he didn’t really enjoy being put on the spot, hands behind his back as he said his name and where he was from.

Kevin Moon. Age 13. Vancouver, Canada.

The only empty desk in the classroom was the one beside yours, and that was the golden opportunity to become best friends with the new kid. As soon as he settled into his seat and class had resumed as normal, you leaned over slightly and cupped a hand over your mouth to whisper loud enough that he could hear.

“Hi! I’m Y/N!”

He gave you a small smile in return and from then on, you and Kevin Moon were the best of friends.

The second time you proved your kindness was your freshman year of college. It was still syllabus week, but your professor had sent out an email over the weekend with papers that needed to be printed and brought to class. The guy next to you didn’t get the memo, freaking out over already messing things up on the first day.

You didn’t know him at all, but you felt bad that he was so stressed. In turn, you decided to rip up your own papers. He looked at you like you were crazy, maybe because you were. What idiot does something like that?

You give him a warm smile. “There. Now we’re both missing it.”

All he can do is laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m Changmin.”

“Y/N.”

After that, Ji Changmin came to be another one of your closest friends. It was kind of silly that something your mother instilled in you at a young age had become such a big part of your life. It brought you people who you’d cherish forever. But it also brought people you wish you’d never met.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Y/N, babe, we can work through this—”

“Are you deaf?” Your tone raises and your feet carry you to the front door, swinging it open. “I said to get out of my apartment.”

“We’ve been together for three years. You’re not gonna fight for us?” He pleads, clasping his hands as he stands in front of you.

“Why would I? Why should I stay with someone who doesn’t value me enough to stay loyal?” You seethe, your anger growing in size the longer you glare at his pathetic face. The face of a man you thought would love you until death did you part.

“She meant nothing to me!” He tries to rationalize with you, but you won’t have any of it. You weren’t stupid and you sure as hell weren’t blind.

“Do you take me as a fucking fool, Daehyun? I’ve known for months that you weren’t ‘working late at the office’. She even DMed me and showed me screenshots of your messages. Now get out before I call the cops.” You’re so pissed off that you don’t even realize you’re crying, fat tears trickling down your hot cheeks.

“After all I’ve done for you and all I’ve given you? You’re gonna act like a bitch?” He drops the innocent boyfriend act, backing you into the doorframe.

“Leave, Daehyun.” You say flatly. You’re not gonna give him the satisfaction of crumbling beneath the weight of his words. You knew the truth, you knew what kind of person he truly was after all this time.

He scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the hook beside him and finally storming out of your apartment. You cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the sobs that so badly want to escape. You watch as he bumps shoulders with a stranger holding a box, thankfully not looking back at you.

You make eye contact with said stranger, eyes wide like a child who’d just gotten caught with their hands in a cookie jar. His eyes resemble those of your friends’ when you told them you’d found out about your boyfriend’s infidelity. You both stand there for a moment, an impromptu staring contest ensuing.

Quickly, you snap out of your trance, cowering into your apartment. You vaguely remember the elderly woman across the hall mentioning that someone was moving into the unit beside yours. She had never told you a specific date, though. Had you known it was today, you might’ve expedited the dramatic break-up with Daehyun.

How could you possibly introduce yourself to him after he witnessed that? And in your current state; snot-nosed and teary-eyed? There was no way. You’d just have to postpone that for another day. Hopefully he didn’t mind too much.

“Was he cute?”

“Kevin, why is that what you’re worried about?” Changmin’s mouth pulls into a thin line, smacking the slightly older male over the back of the head. He winces, caressing the spot to ease the pain.

“I wasn’t really paying attention to that when I had just shoved my cheating ex boyfriend out of my apartment,” you push around the ramyeon on your plate with your chopsticks. “I do feel terrible that he had to see that though. But how can I face him after that?”

Kevin taps his chin with his index finger, lips pursed in thought. “Why don’t you bake for him? Welcome him to the complex like the hospitable neighbor you are.”

“That’s not a half bad idea, actually.” Changmin nods, shoveling some rice onto his spoon. The Pisces deadpans and reclines in his chair.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Okay, enough bickering you two. I need you to finish eating so I can start planning what to bake.”

The third time you practice your mother’s life lesson, is the next evening when you’re face-to-face with your neighbor’s door.

Your hands have begun to clam up beneath the warm tupperware of cookies you were holding. Were you supposed to just knock on his door like everything was fine and dandy? What if he wasn’t even home? Maybe you should just leave the baked goods with a note and—

The door swings open to reveal the stranger from a few days ago. However, this time he also wears that expression of shock, cat-like eyes widened. Your mouth moves like fish out of water, not sure what you should say or how you should say it. So you don’t think and you just act, extending the tupperware towards him.

“H-Hi, I’m Y/N, I’m your neighbor,” your speech is a little shaky, but you’re too nervous to focus on that. “I— um— I baked these for you as a housewarming gift to welcome you to the complex. As well as an apology for making you a bystander in my messy breakup.”

His features relax as a smile inches its way onto his face, graciously accepting the treats you made for him. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that. And don’t even worry about it, I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“N-No, you’re fine, I swear! We shouldn’t have aired our dirty laundry so publicly like that. You did nothing wrong.” You wave your hands as if physically dismissing his words. He lets out a little chuckle that warms your chest.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m glad that you left the dude. He sounded like a total asshole,” your neighbor tucks the tupperware under his arm, leaning against the threshold of his apartment. “You seem too nice to settle for somebody like that. From what I’ve seen, of course.”

You don’t know why that has your heart skipping a beat like a high school girl. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he really was cute. He had a boyish charm to him, but not so much so that it overpowered how handsome he was. Kevin was going to have a field day with this information.

“Uh, thank you. I should be getting back to my place now. I have an early day at work tomorrow. Have a good night!” You clear your throat to kick yourself out of whatever stupor you were about to fall into, bowing. As you’re turning on your heel to make the ten foot trip to your own apartment, he calls out your name.

“I’m Juyeon, by the way.” He grins, waving as you push open your door.

“Now that is quite the interesting development.” Kevin snorts, helping himself to one of the raspberry filled donuts you’d just finished baking.

“If you keep eating my product, I’m gonna have to kick you out of the kitchen and out of my bakery,” you chide, swatting his hands away from the baker’s rack. “And how is that interesting in the slightest? I literally gave him the cookies, apologized, and that was that.”

“He was literally flirting with you, Y/N. Changmin, tell her I’m right. Apparently I’m no longer a voice of reason here.” He says through a full mouth.

“I mean, yeah? Kinda? Calling a girl nice is usually guy code for ‘I think you’re attractive and I could see myself sleeping with you’,” Changmin shrugs, tearing off a piece of Kevin’s donut. “But I also see where you’re coming from. You did just meet each other. He could’ve just been trying to console you in a way.”

“Why am I even friends with men when they’re useless?” You throw your head back, speaking to no one in particular.

Perhaps Kevin truly was overthinking the situation. Juyeon seemed to be a kind person who probably didn’t want any problems with his neighbors. It made sense why he’d side with you after witnessing your break up. Besides, the wounds were still too fresh to even consider thinking of anyone else in such a way. No matter how hot they may be…

You’d just have to wait and see for yourself. Only time could tell what would become of the nature of your relationship with your cute new neighbor.

You look insane with everything in your cart, filled to the brim with baking ingredients. It was around 10 PM and here you were, at the grocery store buying the things needed to make cinnamon rolls. Being a baker with a bit of a sweet tooth meant your cravings got a little out of hand at times, forcing you to make drastic decisions. (I.E. grocery shopping so late at night.)

Even your clothing choice was silly: flimsy pajama shorts with Care Bears patterned on them, a baggy t-shirt, and matching slippers. It’s not like anyone cared anyway. And it wasn’t like you were trying to impress anybody either.

But as you’re walking towards the registers, you start to regret your outfit. You very quickly spot your neighbor with a basket on his arm, waiting in line for self-checkout. You feel all the color drain from your face as you stand there, staring like an absolute idiot.

He’s dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, a hoodie swallowing his figure. He looks so effortlessly good, it kind of makes you upset. Because how are you just now meeting a guy who’s both kind and attractive? As far as you were concerned, they didn’t exist in real life— they only existed in fairytales.

Juyeon looks up from his phone and catches your eye, his hand coming up to give you a little wave and one of those crinkly eye smiles that he does when you pass each other in the hall.

As the weeks have passed, you’ve seen him more and more than you deemed normal. You’d bump into each other on the way to or from picking up your mail, you’d hold the elevator for the other in record time, and you’d even leave your apartments at the same time. Now it appears you’re running into the guy at the supermarket, too. You tried to chalk it all up to coincidence, that you just both happened to be thinking on the same wavelength.

But shyly waving back to him right now reminds you that divine intervention had crazy ways of working its magic. Perhaps those had all just been openings for you to engage in something more with your cute neighbor. And there was only one way to find out.

You psych yourself up as you walk towards him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Juyeon’s smile grows wider as he notices you approaching. “Hey, stranger. What are you up to tonight?”

“Some late baking,” you giggle, wanting to punch yourself in the face for sounding like a goddamn school girl. “I was actually wondering if you’d like to come over and keep me company? Totally up to you of course! I just thought it might be nice to get to know each other properly.”

Your suggestion is what leads the two of you to meet back up at your apartment after purchasing your respective groceries. You attempt to tidy up as best you can while you wait for the knock at your door, setting out all the ingredients on the counter and preheating your oven.

The soft knock comes moments later and you find yourself practically running to open the door, grinning at the sheepish expression on Juyeon’s face. You allow him inside of your apartment, trailing after him into the kitchen. Part of you felt like you were moving on too fast after Daehyun. As a baker, your kitchen was your safe space. It was where you went when you needed to be alone and in the comfort of what you knew best. Kevin and Changmin were the only ones you trusted to be within that element. For you to let Juyeon in— to let him permeate the walls you’ve never let down before, not even with your ex— was brand new territory.

“I almost forgot you own a bakery,” Juyeon speaks up, fingers tracing along the stand mixer. “But seeing all this expensive equipment reminded me of that. It only makes sense that someone as sweet as you would constantly be around sweet treats.”

You fail to bite back your smile. Maybe this was for the better. Maybe it was okay to let your guard down every once in a while, so long as it was always for your flirty neighbor. He laughs when you nudge his shoulder, grabbing all the dry ingredients for the dough.

“On a scale of one to ten, how patient are you?” You ask, avoiding his eyes as you open the flour. The question was in regards to several things.

“I’d say about an eight or nine. Patience is a virtue, you know. It comes easily if you practice hard enough.” He answers, leaning against the counter and watching you.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, searching for your measuring cups. Both you and Juyeon begin to measure out the dry ingredients, dumping them into the mixing bowl. You decide to let him take some of the reins, folding in the mixture of milk, egg, butter, and yeast. While he does that, you prepare the cinnamon sugar.

“I think I’m done. What do I do next?” He turns to you, head cocked to the side slightly. You might actually die of cuteness aggression. The duality of man would one day drive you to the brink of insanity.

“Now you just knead it until it’s smooth.” Your back is to him as you say this, putting away any refrigerated items so they don’t go bad. But as you face him again, you wish you hadn’t.

Your eyes zero in on his hands, kneading the dough with careful, nimble fingers. You feel light-headed as you slip into a spell, gawking at how long and slender they are, massaging the dough like an expert. How had you never noticed how big and pretty his hands were?

Maybe baking with Juyeon was a bad idea. You could barely focus on anything but his fingers pressing the under-construction-cinnamon rolls into the counter. Oh how badly you wanted to be that dough— his hands all over you, groping and massaging and kneading and caressing everywhere they could reach.

The veins running up his arms weren’t helping either, instead fueling the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. You feel your lips part, eyes glossed over with that all too familiar lustful intensity. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had to wipe away drool after this.

“Y/N?” Juyeon glances up from the dough, a little taken aback by your reverie. He follows your line of sight, grinning to himself smugly when he realizes what has you so transfixed. He’s finally found your weakness, and he couldn’t wait to dangle it over your head. Patience was a virtue, but perhaps it would be okay for him to dabble with a vice for once.

He pushes out the dough, using his thumbs to spread it into a rectangular shape. He feels his blood pressure rising the darker your eyes get. However, he’s aware that you just recently got out of a relationship. He wants to move at a pace you’re comfortable with. So he won’t take the first step. He has to leave that up to you.

It’s at a certain point that you come to, blinking to force away the dirty thoughts plaguing your mind. You travel your field of vision to his face, where you find him already looking at you. Your cheeks heat up in mortification from being caught red-handed. You were just gawking at the poor guy’s like they were a piece of fresh meat. This was terrible.

You swallow thickly, averting eye contact to grab the bowl of cinnamon sugar. “Uh, we can start forming the rolls now so they can rise. And then— um— and then we can make the glaze.”

The burn of his gaze on your profile has you tripping over your words, cinnamon sugar sprinkling onto the counter space surrounding and the knife almost slipping from your grip when you go to cut the dough. Juyeon catches it for you, wrapping his fingers around yours to guide your movements and keep them steady.

You feel his breath behind your ear, his chest pressed to your back. His hand is so much larger than your own, nearly covering it entirely. He doesn’t make an effort to move either, rolling the dough into swirl shapes along with you. The whole time this is happening, neither of you are saying a word, letting the silence consume you and the air around you.

As the rolls are rising/baking, you set up everything necessary for making the icing. Juyeon watches with hearts in his eyes as you whisk the sugar, cream cheese, vanilla, and butter in a separate bowl. He wonders how many other people you let see you in this setting. How many people get to see you do the thing you love so dearly?

“I’d like to visit your bakery sometime, if you wouldn’t mind,” Juyeon suddenly says, resting his elbows on the counter as you taste test the icing. “I wanna try all of the desserts you bake.”

“I’m opening later tomorrow morning actually,” you smile, humming in appreciation when the sweetness of the glaze hits your taste buds. “You can come with me to try the fresh batches before I put them out? I’ll warn you though, I get there at like six.”

“AM?” His eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

“Yes, AM.” You laugh, lightly shoving him backwards.

“I’ll put like ten alarms so I can make sure I’m up in time, then.” He pokes his cheek with his tongue, tipping his head to the side. The goofy smile on your face remains even after minutes have passed and the two of you are just waiting for the cinnamon rolls to finish baking.

It feels like hours have gone by with the two of you standing there when they’re finally ready. The ding of the oven has you springing into action, putting on some oven mitts and taking out the baking sheet. Juyeon's eyes light up and even though you’d just been losing your mind over how insane he was making you, you find yourself cooing at him.

He laughs as you grab a couple spare icing bags for the cinnamon roll glaze, filling them generously. You hand one over to him and decide to split the rolls evenly, icing one half yourself while he does the other. And for once, you think that tonight might end normally. You think that nothing eventful will happen and you’ll just ice the cinnamon rolls without problems.

But you were wrong, like always.

“Ah, shit—”

You glance up from the roll you were glazing to see what the fuss was about. Juyeon’s icing bag tore somehow, the sticky topping getting all over his hand. Truly, you were no better than a man, with the filthy thoughts inhabiting your brain almost instantaneously.

He brings his hand up to his mouth, licking the glaze off the back of his hand and wrapping his lips around his thumb. You felt dizzy, drunk on the sight of your extremely attractive neighbor doing something so sensual without even trying to. You bite your lip, accidentally dropping your own icing bag due to lack of attention.

Juyeon smirks slightly, relishing in the way it takes absolutely nothing to hypnotize you with his hands alone. He really tried to keep himself contained. He really wanted you to extend the first olive branch, but he knows you’re apprehensive. So just this once, he tells himself that it’s okay to initiate, to give you a little push in the right direction.

He takes a step closer to you, caging you against the counter. You stare up at him with wide, doe eyes, as if you were completely innocent despite the naughty images flashing behind them. Juyeon brings his thumb up to your lips, the pad of it still covered in icing.

“Think you could clean this up for me?” He asks, voice low and husky. You could actually combust with that all on its own.

Just like your formal introduction, you don’t give yourself the time to think, and act, instead, running your tongue along the length of his thumb. Juyeon doesn’t restrain the groan in the back of his throat, holding your face in his hands and pulling you in for a kiss.

You reciprocate immediately, fisting his hoodie like it was the only thing capable of stabilizing you. Maybe it was, with the way Juyeon’s lips synchronized with yours and his fingers tangled in your hair. You thought the ground would swallow you whole and wake you up from this dream. On what planet did someone like Lee Juyeon like a girl like you?

His hands slide down your body, groping everything in their path desperately before cupping under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter. He knocks the baking sheet of cinnamon rolls out of the way, palms rubbing up and down the sides of your legs. You want more, so much more, but you’re afraid to ask. You’re afraid to start something you’re not even sure you can emotionally handle.

Juyeon senses your hesitation, detaching from you momentarily. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want. I understand if you still need time.”

“N-No, I want this— I want you— I'm just… scared.” You breathe, your forehead using his shoulder for support.

“I'm not him, Y/N. I can give you the world if you’d let me. I’d never do what he did to you, that’s a promise.” He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, kissing the crown of your head.

“Okay,” you nod, smiling up at him. “I trust you, Juyeon.”

You reconnect your lips as his fingers slip beneath your pajama shorts, toying with the waistband of your panties. His lips curl up when he feels you squirm, legs parting to make more room for him in the middle of them. You sigh, body shuddering when he drags his knuckle down your clothed slit.

Juyeon hooks his fingers into your shorts and underwear, hauling them down your legs. You place your hands behind you to brace yourself, a shiver trailing your spine when the cool air of your apartment hits your warm core. He groans again at the sight of you bare for him, using two fingers to spread your lower lips.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he swears, his thumb slowly circling your clit.

You whine, tossing your head back as he applies more pressure. Bit by bit, you begin to lose yourself to the pleasure of Juyeon’s gorgeous hands. Soon the stimulation on your clit amplifies when he adds another finger, thrusting it in and out of your entrance. He curls deep inside of you, like he was reaching for something he’d left.

One finger turns to two, and before you know it, Juyeon’s openly finger fucking you on the counter. He leans over your body to keep your lips together, kissing you sloppily while all his focus is on drawing you to the edge. You can almost taste it, your saccharine release in your field of vision now.

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly he was able to wind you up and trip you over the edge, but you feel too euphoric to care. You pause in your kiss to look down at his handy work. (No pun intended.) It makes your head feel foggy and your vision blurry to see his deft fingers fucking you open, veins bulging, like he’d done this many times before. Your hooded eyes follow them up his forearms, a whine escaping your lips.

A particular curl of his fingers and circle of his thumb have you clenching around him, creaming like you’d never had an orgasm in your life. He doesn’t slow his assault, bringing you down just to put you back up on that summit once again. The overstimulation has you cumming a second time in a matter of what felt like seconds, whimpers becoming voluminous moans.

Juyeon kisses you softly, gently pulling out his fingers to lick them clean like he did with the cinnamon roll glaze. A choked groan bubbles past your mouth, tossing an arm over your eyes. He laughs, towing you to the edge of the counter.

He brushes some stray hairs out of your face, moving your arm to smile dopily at you. “I hope you know I was being serious about the whole treating you better thing. If you’ll give me the chance.”

“I know. I told you I trust you, remember?” You nip at the inside of your cheek. His eyes crinkle up like they tend to do when he’s smiling so genuinely. It forces the wind out of you, because how could you ever get used to a sight so stunning?

“You’re so cute.” He laughs, kissing all around your face and smushing your cheeks together.

“Juyeon,” you mumble. “I’m half naked…”

“Even better,” he grins, pecking the tip of your nose. “Makes it that much easier to do all of the other things I wanna do to you.”

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I remember when Eric said one day that he thinks that he looks better with no make up BRO I AGREE HE LOOKS SO HOT WITH NO MAKE UP. Bareface Eric + Glasses SHITTTT the combo makes me dead he is so gorgeous🫠🫠🫠

what makes him hotter apart from the barefaced look and the glasses is his natural tan like 🥵 LIKE A SCULPTED GREEK GOD THAT CAME TO LIFE akjdnakjnasjknd

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Remember this viral post? Wanda and Jamal and her husband Lonnie are the most wholesome people, this story brought tears to my eyes originally and I am crying once more learning from Jamal's social media that Lonnie has sadly passed away.

Rest in Peace, Lonnie :(

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cece says 600 and something words of (contained) filth abt the raccoon digging through my trash. repost from one of my other blogs ♡

“can you—say it again? please,”

you take the sight of him in, like this. gaze unfocused, lips kiss swollen and red from stifling himself. his arms tremble from the exertion, trembling from pure want outweighing rationality, and you almost take pity on him.

almost.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you hum, feigning confusion as his eyes flutter shut and he groans. his grip on your waist tightens and you hide a smile.

“don’t do this,” he tries again, peering up at you through long lashes and unruly hair and you think you can ignore the way he grinds you against where he needs it the most. “please.”

and yet. “words,” you remind him, fingers skimming against the back of his neck. he runs hot here the easiest, you’ve noticed. “you know i can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask.”

the sunwoo you know unravels here, thin layers of pride peeling away to reveal hidden desperation. it leaves a sharp taste in your mouth, his hunger for more and more of you, and you fear the sight of him might consume you whole.

you take pity on his debauched state and silence his half mumbled thoughts with a kiss, tilting your head a bit to side and vocalizing your content with a soft hum when he follows suit. you don’t acknowledge his wandering hands, or the way he pleads between breaths of air, or the near frantic push and pull in hopes to feel something.

his movements jitter between ache and compliance. your lips brush against the curve of his jawline and his skin burns. teeth graze across the sensitive surface just above his collarbone, his grip on your hips tighten from the effort to stay still alone. splotches of red bloom from underneath his cotton shirt, and for a moment, you wonder if he’d let you wrangle it off.

sunwoo tenses as if he’s heard your very thoughts, hips bucking into yours with in a silent question. the kiss you press against his skin is the only warning he gets before you bite down.

his reaction is instant—a sharp cry he tries to tamp down with his lower lip caught between his teeth paired with an exhale that leaves nothing to curious ears. his head falls back against the couch, already baring more skin to your greedy hands, but you hesitate before leaving any other marks.

instead, you let him draw you impossibly close, grappling for any part of you free to hold, and you swear you can feel his heartbeat against your own. time stops or freezes or something. you don’t know anything other than the bruising grip on your waist and raw look of infatuation in his eyes.

desire hisses through your core like hot coals and “mine,” is spat through clenched teeth. his eyes widen impossibly large, a gasp lodged within his throat, and more desperation seeps through when his head falls to rest against your shoulder. a choked moan reverbs against your skin, then he stills.

“fuck,” he croaks, voice tottering unevenly. you don’t look down, but you know he’s more than just ruined. a wet patch grows against your thigh and he bristles in embarrassment. “need to—”

your hips move before he can and he inhales sharply, gaze snapping back to meet yours. you don’t know what he sees but it makes the tips of his ears redden further. your hands wander above ruined sweats and slip underneath his shirt instead.

“you can give me one more, right?”

you know he will. eager to please despite his own limits—and you’ve sworn not to bite off more than he can take. but the more he tries to match the pace you’ve set, blinking back tears from the overstimulation, the more you can’t help but take what he’s so willing to give.

“mine.” you whisper once more against his skin for good measure.

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daisy in you i trust please please give me an extended/full sub sunwoo fic

Let's talk more about sub! Sunwoo??? I just entered the fandom and wanted more idea of how he would act!!

hey omg welcome to the fandom! hope you like it here 🥰 okay ill be real with you, I don't post a lot of sub! thoughts but I still do my best to give my thoughts on them! hehehe so without further ado this is how I think sub!sunwoo is:

definitely a whiny / bratty one but he does it to get a kick out of you, he knows how to push your buttons

he gets major pussy!drunk moments and really loves it the most when you ride his face

won't admit it but likes it when you restrain him a bit / don't immediately give into what he's begging for

loves it when you hold him tight in any position

definitely into lip sucking at some point but being onto him

loves to be praised for not only his body but his talents 🥺

moans a lot and I mean... A LOT

when you both are in the heat of the moment he blabbers a lot of "I love you's"

get pouty when he wants to cuddle after sex

those boba eyes.... those will be the death of you for sure

that's all I have atm! but in a nutshell sunwoo is a very needy sub because he's obsessed with you 💕

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so much for self-control

summary: a battle of wills between reader’s baser instincts and her more cautious side goes about as well as you’d expect when reader starts dating sunwoo.

pairing: sunwoo x female reader 

word count: ~7.2k 

genre: smut, strangers to sorta friends to lovers

contains: adult content (this is 18+ folks). oral sex (f. receiving), hand action (m. and f. receiving), thigh riding, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, language, mutual and consensual possessiveness.

There were a lot of things in this universe you didn’t know, but you were painfully aware of two of them. 

One: Sunwoo was really, really hot to the point that it was distracting and still somehow baffling that you had been on one date with him, let alone now being on a second. Two (very much related to nugget of truth number one): It took everything in you to not jump the man.

You and your lady parts were in a constant battle because yes, he was absurdly attractive and you wanted him on such a visceral level, but he was also funny, quick-witted, attentive, and could be incredibly sweet. You liked the man and loved spending time with him. He never failed to make you laugh (except for when he made you want to wring his neck, but that was also in a sort of amused way and usually because he was purposefully acting out to get a reaction) and when he turned the full force of his attention on you? Let’s just say that it left you a little breathless in a not entirely sexual way, and you wanted to keep him around for a while. 

So yeah. 

You had been crushing on him since the first time you met when you tagged along to an industry thing with your friend, Sunghyun. A little overwhelmed by the sheer number of people, you’d been reaching for your fourth flute of sparkling wine – a necessity if you were going to continue making small talk with a bunch of beautiful strangers – when he beat you to it. There he was, your drink in his hand, grinning mischievously at you and feigning he was going to drink it before handing it over to you with a wink. 

“I think you need this more than me. Whatever you do, don’t let him get started about his dogs,” he had said in a stage whisper before disappearing back into the crowd and leaving you confused. 

Your confusion didn’t last long, though, because a man approached you then – you still couldn’t remember his name, only that he was an executive at one of the labels – and actually spent an hour talking to you about show dogs. Internally groaning, it took everything in you and every single drop of alcohol in your possession, to maintain at least the facade of being interested. Your friend brushed elbows with these people professionally, so offending one of them as his guest would be not good. 

At one point, you let your gaze drift because the man didn’t actually appear to need verbal responses from you. Sunwoo was across the room and you locked eyes with him. He raised his glass toward you, looking amused as all get out and as though he was trying not to laugh, as he glanced between you and the man still talking. Shaking your head, you discreetly lifted your flute and tossed back the remainder of the sparkling liquid inside. Lord, give you the strength to get through this event.

Somehow, you made it through that night without incident.

And so it kept happening. 

You ran into him at cocktail hours, in the halls at the management company, on your way out of the grocery store once. He was always charming and playful, making a point to ask how you were doing and seeming genuinely interested in your answer and your life, which inevitably left you feeling conflicted because you knew (even if you would never tell him or anyone else upon pain of death) the thoughts you had about him some nights. The way you would picture his lips against yours, on you, pressing kisses to your breasts and wrapped around – 

Well, anyway. You felt guilty for getting off to thoughts of him when he, despite his flirtatiousness, which you knew was just how he was, had never shown signs or said anything to indicate he was interested in you. 

Once, you saw him at a video shoot when you stopped by to visit Sunghyun. And wow, that one was rough because, although you spoke for maybe two minutes before he was dragged off to get his hair and makeup retouched for the next take, he looked – okay, he always looked good and you could admit that to yourself, but jesus – he looked exceptionally hot that day. Fitted leather pants and a shirt that was only buttoned halfway up, leaving much of his chest bare, skin on display and you were not proud, but you definitely had to lace your fingers behind your back to stop yourself from reaching out to touch him. 

Because that would be all kinds of inappropriate. 

The smirk he shot you before he left with the PA said he knew exactly what you were thinking, though. 

The next time you two ran into each other was at a house party. On the surface, it was meant to be a house-warming party. In actuality, it was one hell of a celebration for someone at long-last moving out of their company-sponsored dorm. Your friend was supposed to meet you there, but he had texted you to say he was caught up with editing and would be a little late. Which was fine. You had been to plenty of parties in your life and, at this point, enough gatherings with at least some of the people here – if different people at different gatherings – that you felt (at least mostly) comfortable showing up on your own. 

Twenty minutes in, you had greeted the host then finally snagged a drink from the kitchen, and were making your way back into the main area of the house, when Sunwoo found you. 

“No boyfriend today?” he asked, looking behind you before his gaze caught yours. 

“What?” Your brows drew together in confusion, which earned you a soft chuckle, a sly smile, and Sunwoo another step into your space. 

“Your boyfriend,” he started, leaning into you so you could hear him over the music. His face was a handbreadth from yours when he continued. “You know – the guy who’s always with you? You’re always either visiting him or he’s got his arm around you? He isn’t here today. Seems risky to leave you on your own at a place like this.”

Comprehension dawned and you were going to correct him – you really were – but you didn’t. At least not yet. “You mean Sunghyun? He’s running late but he’ll be here.” You arched an eyebrow. “Why is it risky, though? It’s not my first time at a party, Sunwoo. I think I can manage.”

You could have sworn you saw a scowl flash across his face before that cocky grin was back in place and Sunwoo had stepped closer again, causing you to instinctively step back, although you didn’t make it very far before the wall stopped you. Sunwoo brought a hand up and braced it against the wall behind you, dark eyes sweeping over you before eventually returning to meet your gaze.

“Oh, I know you can manage on your own,” he said, not looking away from you. “It’s risky for him, though. Someone might take advantage of his neglect to swoop in and steal you.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, not missing the way Sunwoo’s gaze flickered down to watch the movement of your chest, the way it lingered as your tongue came out to wet your lips, or the heat in his eyes when they snapped back up to yours. Okay, there was flirting and there was that. It should maybe bother you, the way you sort of felt like prey, all caged between his arm and the wall, his body and the wall, while he looked down at you like he wanted to steal you. 

Maybe should, but definitely didn’t. 

Instead, you felt yourself flush and a wave of purely sexual want roll over you. 

“Is there someone I should be on the lookout for? Because I could count on one hand the number of men I would let steal me.” You could count on one finger, really. He didn’t need to know that, though, you reminded yourself.

Sunwoo’s lips curled up at the corners and he brought his face close enough to yours that you could feel his breath against your skin. “I can think of one in particular, yeah. He’s not usually the type to pursue a woman in a relationship, but for you, he’d make an exception.”

That right there was the moment when the war between your libido and your sense started in earnest.

“Oh? I’m not the type of woman who lets a man pursue her when she’s committed to someone else. He’s in luck, though, because I’m not in a relationship,” you admitted, inwardly thrilling at the way his eyes widened. 

“You’re not–”

The sound of your name being called tore your attention away and you glanced over toward it to see Sunghyun walking toward you. Part of you wanted to curse the universe for the timing, but a bigger part should probably fall down on her knees and thank the universe for preventing you from falling victim to your hormones and the way they reacted to Sunwoo. 

What you actually did, though, was flash a wicked grin up at Sunwoo and pat his chest teasingly. “Sunghyun and I are just friends. If you see that guy who wants to steal me away, you should let him know.”

You didn’t dare look back at Sunwoo as you ducked beneath his arm and made your way to join your friend, for fear of giving away just how much you were still affected by his closeness and the whole interaction. 

As a result, you didn’t see the dumbstruck expression on his face or the way his jaw clenched when your friend looped your arm through his. 

Five minutes later, your phone buzzed in your back pocket, and you pulled it out to look down at it, seeing a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: What are you doing Friday night? 

Lifting your head, your gaze searched the room until you found Sunwoo’s across the room. The question you saw there, an echo of the text in your hand, had you biting at your bottom lip and nodding. 

When you got home that night and curled up in bed, you finally texted him back.

You: What did you have in mind?

Sunwoo: So many things, but let’s start with a movie.

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You didn’t account for the logistics involved in going on a date with a public figure who very much wasn’t supposed to be going on dates, but although arriving separately and meeting in your reserved seats wasn’t ideal, you could work with it. 

It was worth it to see the way his face lit up when you entered the theater before he remembered there were other people around and he schooled his features into a carefully neutral expression. You bit back a grin of your own as you slid into the seat next to him, murmuring a polite, I-totally-do-not-know-this-person, “Hello!” Obviously, it wasn’t the best scenario for conversation, but you were able to chat a bit while the pre-show trivia and commercials kept repeating. 

When the lights went down and you felt him slip his hand into yours, you turned your head to look at him and butterflies took flight in your stomach as he squeezed the hand he held. When his thumb started brushing back and forth across your wrist, you forced yourself to focus your attention on the screen. Forced yourself to think of anything, focus on anything, other than the way the gentle graze of skin against sensitive skin sent sparks of heat shooting through your body, from point of contact to your core.

It was such an innocent gesture, but this was the first time Sunwoo had actually touched you in any way. Outside of dreams and those – occasional – instances when you let yourself think about him while you touched yourself, imagining it was his hands on you. 

No no no no. Movie. It was time to watch the movie. 

You shifted in your seat and covered his thumb with yours to stop the distracting back and forth movements. Eyes glued to the screen as they were, you didn’t see Sunwoo’s confused pout or the self-satisfied quirk of his lips once he figured out why you’d stopped him. Sliding his thumb free, he thread his fingers through yours and squeezed, a silent acknowledgement and agreement. It was something you had both been wanting to see, so you were able to be drawn into the plot, although never really lost awareness of the man seated next to you or the warm press of his palm against yours.

The drive home was a bit more of a challenge to your self-control. Driver clearly not paying attention (in actuality most likely purposefully avoiding noticing) to you and Sunwoo in the back seat, it was the closest the two of you had come to being alone since you’d met. Instead of sitting on the other side, Sunwoo scooted into the middle seat and you laughed. 

“Really?” 

“What? We’ve gotta talk about the movie and it would be mean to spoil it for him,” Sunwoo argued, gesturing at the very-good-at-pretending-to-be-oblivious driver. 

“Uh huh. If you wanna hold my hand again so bad, you can just say so, you know,” you teased, lips curling up at the corners. 

“Like you haven’t been waiting for me to since the credits started.” Sunwoo’s smile was wicked as he clicked his seatbelt shut and took your hand into his, drawing it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss against your palm.  

You gasped and your gaze was riveted on your hand in his, on his lips once he dropped your hands into his lap and laced your fingers together. That was cheating. You were trying to be good! His stupidly lush lips were tempting all the damned time, but when they were on you? 

Pressing your thighs together, you cleared your throat and forced your attention to his lips – no, his eyes. Eyes were good. Except that those eyes of his were so expressive and he looked so pleased with himself. 

“Excuse you, sir, but it was you who grabbed my hand – both times. It’s okay, Sunwoo. I won’t tell the guys you’re a big softy. My lips are sealed,” you said oh-so-solemnly and nudged his side with your elbow.  

“I hope not,” he countered and you noticed he was staring at said lips, eyes dark. 

Mental alarm bells started blaring and you needed to change the subject. Break the tension before you did something stupid like climbed into his lap. Despite the fact that you’d known each other for months, this was still your first date and you could not – would not – sleep with him, for fuck’s sake.

No matter how much you wanted to. 

“Oh really? Okay, I will make it my mission to tell your friends you’re a sucker for hand-holding. Where do you stand on cuddling? Because I feel like they’re going to ask me about that, too.” You rambled, but the teasing tone and the playful words gave you some sense of return of control. 

Sunwoo gave a soft laugh and grinned over at you before leaning back against the seat and letting his head drop back. “I’m pretty sure they already know, but as long as you keep letting me hold yours, I’m okay with you telling them whatever you want.”

Your insides went a whole lot melty at that and you felt yourself flush, warm affection rushing through you. 

“And I’m a big fan of cuddling. Snuggling, too,” he continued and you couldn’t fight the fond smile that tugged at your lips. 

“Noted and – for the record – likewise.” You leaned toward him then, lowering your voice in feigned seriousness. “Now be real with me. Scale from Game of Thrones finale to Actually Awesome, what did you think of that plot twist?”

The rest of the ride was a blur of laughter and commiserating on good versus awful plot twists that could – and did – make or break a story. 

Sunwoo walked you up to your apartment, of course. You unlocked the door and pushed it open before turning around to face him, very aware of how easy it would be to invite him in. Very tempted to do so when he took a step toward you and brought a hand up to trace across your jawline, letting his fingers slip down to your neck and cradling it in his grip. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as his face drew closer and you expected to feel lips against yours. They flew open when, instead, his lips pressed against your forehead. 

Despite the urge to and the fact that you could feel one bubbling up in your throat, you swallowed back the protest. This was good. 

It was great, even!

Gaze finding Sunwoo’s, you forced your feet to take a step backward and your hands not to grab his shirt and drag him with you. “Goodnight, Sunwoo.”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and your knees went a little weak at the sight of him squeezing his eyes shut before replying. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

The endearment was unexpected, but so too were the words you heard him say as you stepped into your apartment and shut the door behind you. “Sweet dreams of me!”

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That was last week. 

This week found you on date number two, the both of you breathing hard and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, watching yourselves in the mirrors (plural). 

You’d made a comment at some point during the week about how much you admired the guys for their dancing, never being much good at it yourself – you were always more the one to play sports – and here you were. Sunwoo was showing you his favorite choreography and you, two left feet and all, were trying your absolute best to follow along. 

The two of you had been going at it for an hour and you seriously wondered if you might die from either excessive cardio or embarrassment as you messed up on a turn for the 800th time. 

Sunwoo grinned and, surprisingly patient, came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and guiding you through the movement. “Like this, sweetheart,” he prompted and you would put money on him using the endearment on purpose, knowing the effect it had on you. 

He pulled you back against him this time, wrapping an arm around you and meeting your gaze with his in the mirror, rolling his hips against yours, your body mirroring the movements. “That’s it,” he crooned and you were absolutely not going to acknowledge the way two words made you clench. “Can you feel the beat there?” 

You nodded, trying to ignore the feel of his body pressed flush against yours as he gave you even more guidance with the moves.

Presumably. 

It sure felt an awful lot like a seduction but you weren’t a dancer, so you couldn’t say for certain and also you were enjoying it even (especially) if it was. Letting your eyes close, you tried to focus on the heavy beat from the music and the movements of the man behind you, tried to follow his lead and trust that your body knew the steps at this point, if not how to do them well. At least for this section of the choreography. 

He released you for the turn, stepping back and watching your every motion closely, not bothering to hide the intensity in his gaze as it swept over you. And fuck, you felt that like a goddamn caress. How the hell were you supposed to focus on dancing with him looking at you like – like he wanted to –

Although the sensible part of you was fighting valiantly against the part that really just wanted Sunwoo to rail you against whatever surface was available, it was struggling. After all, sex was also a way of showing affection and developing closeness, right? It was a form of intimacy! And intimacy was essential!

Horny!You made a compelling argument and Smitten!You was losing, but hadn’t given up quite yet. As long as your dates stayed – maybe not in public because that was still a no-no, but at least in places where other people could be expected to come and go, then you couldn’t give in to your baser instincts. 

Coming out of a spin, you caught sight of Sunwoo sucking his lower lip into his mouth and the way his focus had dropped to your breasts. It made your breath catch and distracted you long enough for you to forget that your feet had to actually move, your momentum instead causing you to trip and lose your balance. 

Expecting yourself to land flat on your ass, if not your head, you were surprised when you felt yourself being yanked forward and slammed into Sunwoo’s front instead of the hardwood floor. You squeaked, instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders and then the both of you were falling, only it was Sunwoo who landed on the wooden floor ass first, grunting at the impact. 

“Shit,” you said on a gasp once you were both on the ground, sitting up. You lifted yourself onto your knees, a leg on either side of his thigh and you let your gaze sweep over him. Your hands were brushing across his torso, his shoulders, the parts of his upper back that you could reach and see from this angle. “I’m so sorry, Sunwoo! Are you okay? Do you need me to get someone? Oh my God, you didn’t hit your head, did you? Please say I didn’t break you.”

Sunwoo’s hands came up to squeeze your forearms softly and he let out a puff of laughter, shaking his head. “I’m okay, baby. I promise you didn’t break me.” Letting go of your arms, he brought his hands up to cup your face, worry creasing his brow. “Are you okay, though? You didn’t sprain anything?”

“Me? I landed on you and you took both of our weights to the floor. I’m not a physics person but I feel like that’s bad.”

“Shh,” he shushed you, pressing a kiss to your forehead then another to your cheek, and one more to the other cheek. “I am happy to take your weight to any surface at any time, including the floor.”

Your eyes had drifted shut at the press of his lips to your forehead, but they opened and locked on his at that last quip. “Did you just – Are you propositioning me when I almost just crushed you?” 

“Mhm.”

“You’re incorrigible,” you said with a laugh. A laugh that faded quickly when you saw no sign of joking in his eyes. Instead, you saw a banked heat in them. Your gaze dropped to his lips – his stupid, lush, horribly (wonderfully), distractingly kissable lips. That you had not kissed. “I…” you started, words getting caught in your throat as you watched his tongue slip out to wet those lips. 

Your hands on his shoulders tightened their hold and you forced your focus back up to meet his gaze. 

One of his hands slid from your cheek and into your hair, cupping the back of your head. 

Waiting. 

Letting you set the pace. 

You were physically incapable of not kissing him in that moment, so you gave up and gave in, closing the distance and covering his lips with yours. A soft gasp escaped you when you felt the pressure of him kissing you back, the wet heat of his tongue tracing along your lower lip.

Sunwoo’s arm slid around your waist and he dragged your body to his, groaning against your lips and tightening his grip in your hair, while he took control of the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding against yours, tangling with it, until a needy whimper bubbled up and out of you, and you lowered yourself onto his thigh, squirming, unconsciously rocking your hips in a pantomime of the way his tongue kept thrusting into your mouth, feeling giddy and breathless in the best sort of way. 

Sunwoo broke the kiss to trail his lips across your jawline, nipping at your skin until he reached the spot beneath your ear. He sucked gently at the skin there and hummed, his voice a deep rumble when he spoke, “Fuck, you needed this, didn’t you, baby?” 

You were done pretending, so you nodded, fingers clutching at the back of his shirt and your other hand tangling in his hair, while you gasped for air. “You can’t keep – can’t keep your hands to yourself and you’re –” your words broke off when Sunwoo tensed his thigh and lifted it into you while the arm around your waist dragged your hips further down, giving you the friction you needed.

“What’s that?” he cooed, the next nip at your neck a little sharper. “I can’t keep my hands to myself, but you’re the one so greedy you’re fucking yourself with my thigh – yeah,” he said on a grunt when the next roll of your hips had you hissing, dropping your forehead down onto his shoulder and gasping his name. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.” 

“Can – Oh God, can I?” Shifting the angle slightly, until your clit was rubbing against his thigh with every back and forth motion, you could feel the way you’d soaked through your panties, if not your leggings. Fuck, that would be embarrassing if you weren’t so turned on. He hadn’t even actually touched you and you were – you were –

You whined, needing something more but not knowing what, just knowing that you needed it, needed him. “S-Sunwoo, fuck, please, I need –”

“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me and I’ll give it to you,” you heard him rasp against the shell of your ear. Felt his hand gripping your hip hard enough that you might be wearing his bruises for days. Felt the way that had guided your movements and the way his thigh was stiff and pressed hard up against your cunt.

The whole situation would be ridiculous, maybe should be – you were dry-humping his thigh like a damned high schooler – but it wasn’t. “I need – need you,” you said with a whimper. “I just want – just want you.”

Sunwoo growled then, tugging at your hair and pulling your head back until he could watch the changes in your expressions, the fucked-out, needy way you chewed at your lower lip and squeezed your eyes shut before opening them again and staring at him with naked desire. The way he had been wanting you to since that first night. 

“I know, baby. Want you, too,” he admitted, dropping his forehead to yours and guiding your hips to move faster over his thigh. Harder. “Need to be inside you, but first you’ve gotta be a good girl and come for me, okay?” 

He grinned at the way you were already nodding before he finished his sentence. “Yeah? Gonna keep rubbing that pussy against me, soaking my fucking sweats, making a mess of me – Oh,” he crooned when you gasped and jerked against him. “You like that one, don’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, yes.” You mewled, the friction and his words – the image of him being covered in your come – it was so much and the tension was wound so tightly in your center that it wouldn’t take much for it to snap. 

“Wanna show the world I’m yours?” 

“Uh- Uh huh.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, moving his mouth to cover yours, kissing you, taking your sounds into himself. “Then do it, sweetheart. Do it, so I can take you home and show you you’re mine.”

It was a damned good thing his mouth was on yours in that moment because the noise you made as you came was unmistakably sexual and, if anyone heard it, they would have no doubt about what was happening in this room. 

You clung more tightly to him, your arms wound around his shoulders as release swept through you, unable and unwilling to let him go – the hold he had on you and the gentle way his hand brushed up and down your back as you came back down told you he didn’t intend to let you go anytime soon, either. 

“You want to show me I’m yours, huh?” you asked once you had most of your breath back. You drew back and let your eyes flutter open to catch his gaze. The breath left you again at the look in it. 

“Says the woman who just came all over my thigh to the thought of that and at showing the world I’m hers,” he countered and you felt yourself flush. 

“...Point.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Okay, okay. Less talking and more, uh – when you say ‘home,’ do you mean my apartment or are we talking about your room? Because I may be a little possessive –” At his scoff, you paused. “All right, fine. I’ve never shared well, but Pot and Kettle and all that. Anyway! My point was that –” 

This time, his lips on yours cut you off. “You’re so cute when you babble,” he said, helping you onto your feet and following after. He grimaced, but grinned when you made a concerned coo. His hand captured yours and pressed it to the front of his sweats, smile turning sly as he watched your pupils dilate and felt you palm him through the fabric. “I was gonna say that walking around with an erection is awkward but I’m okay, but now I’m half tempted to let you play.”

You yanked your hand back and shook your head – to clear it as well as in response to him. Frankly, the two of you were lucky no one had walked in on what just happened. “Keep teasing and I might let you handle that by yourself and just go home alone.” 

Sunwoo slipped his hand into yours and tugged you toward the stereo to turn the music off. “That would be a lot more threatening if I didn’t know you like it when I tease you,” he said on a laugh, “but all right, sweetheart. I’ll wait.”

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For the most part, he did. Except for the occasional and incredibly distracting squeeze of your thigh – followed by a shameless grin and a wink – on the ride over to your apartment, of course. 

Or the way he crowded you into the corner on the elevator ride up, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt and slipping beneath it, before sliding around your torso and down to cup your ass. 

“Sunwoo,” you hissed, nervously looking around the elevator for a camera. Nevermind that your own hands were toying with the tie on his sweats or the way that you let your head fall back to bare your neck for his wandering lips. 

“Sorry, you’re right. I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he said and stepped back, the innocent smile he sent your way not fooling anyone, least of all you.

As soon as the doors slid open, though, his hand was back in yours and he was practically dragging you to your apartment. He pressed up against your back and tucked your hair to one side, then placed kisses along your neck and shoulder line. 

Somehow you managed to get the right key into the lock and turn it, Sunwoo’s hand covering yours on the knob and pushing the door open, then you into the apartment with him following right behind.  

You turned to face him as soon as you were through the door, and he was drawing you into him, kicking the door shut and spinning you until your back was up against the wall and he was pressed flush against your front. Your hands were on his shirt then, pushing the hem up so your greedy hands could slide beneath and up his torso. You sucked in a sharp breath and let your head drop back into the wall behind you while you let yourself take in this moment, the feel of his skin under your touch and the quick rise and fall of his shoulders with each breath as he looked down at you. 

His lips were on yours then, and you parted your lips for his tongue, feeling each swipe and shallow thrust into your mouth in your core. Sunwoo’s hands came up to cradle your face, then he was slipping his hands into your hair and groaning, hips pushing forward and slowly rubbing his cock, encased in cotton, against you. 

“Fuck,” he hissed into the kiss then sucked at your lower lip and let his gaze find yours. One hand released your hair and came to your waist, sliding down your ass and along your thigh to your knee, then he was drawing your leg up and hitching it over his hip. Bending his own knees just enough that he could grind his cock along your clothed cunt and tearing a whimper of his name from between your lips. 

“That what you want, baby? Me right there?” his voice was a purr, vibrations rolling through you and eliciting a full-body shiver. 

“God, yeah,” you admitted on a moan and bucked your hips up into him. “Want you inside me, Sunwoo.” 

Sunwoo groaned then and felt his cock twitch. The next roll of his hips was harder, slower so you felt every inch of him along your slit. “I want that, too – fuck – so much.” He drew back long enough to draw his shirt up, off, and toss it behind him, then he was pressed against you again, leaning down to kiss along your collarbone. “Can’t wait to fill you up with me,” he said with another thrust into you, this time circling his hips to grind into your clit and hear you make one of those pretty sounds. 

His hands pushed at the hem of your shirt and you helped him get it off, not caring where it ended up, just wanting his hands on you. Your sports bra was next and it, too, settled wherever it landed. You really, really didn’t care where because Sunwoo’s lips – his goddamn lips, so thick and plush – were wrapped around your nipple and he was suckling, teeth gently grazing the engorged flesh and his tongue was flicking against it, while he cupped your other breast with a hand, squeezed, then let his thumb brush that nipple.

Your hands both were on his head, fingers fisted in his hair, and you held him to you. “Love – love your stupid –” your words were swallowed by a moan when he switched his mouth to your other breast and sucked a mark into the delicate skin. “Stupid mouth, so – so pretty, God, Sunwoo.”

You felt rather than saw his grin at that, which would annoy you except his mouth was stupid and pretty! Stupid, pretty, and felt so good kissing and nipping and suckling at you. 

“Like my mouth that much, huh? That’s good because I like using it.” 

“I noticed.”

Sunwoo’s mouth released your nipple and he smirked up at you before his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your leggings and panties. “Are we gonna pretend you don’t run yours when you shouldn’t? Because I was going to eat your pussy, but if you really don’t like me using my mouth, I can not…”

Your pussy clenched at that, achingly empty and you were well aware of the way you grew wetter at his words. “No, no. I meant, um…” 

You watched Sunwoo dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands drawing your leggings and panties with him, dragging them off and letting them fall to the floor. You looked hungrily down at him while he hooked your knee over his shoulder, whimpered as he peppered kisses and licks along your inner thigh. 

“Hm?”

“I think I might die if you don’t put your mouth on me, actually?”

The smile he gave you then was lupine as he closed in on your cunt, the fingers of his other hand coming up to slide through your folds but never quite touching your clit. “Was that a question?”

“I hate you,” you whined, shifting your hips to try to get his fingers where you needed them, at least. “No, it wasn’t a question. Sunwoo, please.” 

“You adore me,” he corrected you. “But I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.” 

And he did. He licked against your lower lips, slid his tongue into your slit, teased at your entrance before focusing his attention on the swollen bud at the top of your sex. He wrapped his lips around you at sucked, let his tongue swirl against your clit while his fingers moved to your hole and he slipped one in. 

Two. 

Curled them and felt around until they found the spot that made you shake above him and cry out. 

Sunwoo watched you as you writhed, his dark eyes catching and holding your fucked-out gaze when he started to pump his fingers in and out of you. He was half afraid he would come in his pants because you looked so fucking hot, so lost in the pleasure he was giving you. 

He didn’t, though. Wouldn’t come until his cock was buried in you to the base and your pussy was squeezing it the way it currently was his fingers. 

When you came apart on his tongue and he felt you flutter around his fingers, Sunwoo groaned. “That’s it. So fucking hot.”

Then he was standing and you were shoving his sweats down, boxers with them. Your back was against the wall and your greedy, needy hands were wrapped around his dick, stroking him, pumping him while you panted his name in his ear. You had a leg around his waist and dragged his hips into yours, and he was sliding his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. 

“C- Condom?” he managed to grit out when you guided the tip to your entrance and he had to fight with everything he had not to just thrust in to the hilt. 

“No, I – I have the implant and I’m clean. S’okay if you – if you want one–” 

“You wanna take me raw, baby?” he cut you off with a rasp.

You nodded, eyes riveted to the sight of his cock slipping along your slit before he slid it back down to your entrance and pressed in. Slowly pushing his length into you and letting your body stretch around him. 

Sunwoo, too, was enraptured by the sight but watching the play of emotions and reactions on your face – the way you bit your lip, your eyes rolled back, you forced them open again, how your lips parted as you watched his dick disappear inside you – fuck, it was even better. He loved how you reacted to him in this as in all things. 

Finally, he was all the way in and he let his weight rest against you, pressed his forehead to yours as his gasps and his gaze met yours. “Feel so fucking good, taking me so well.”

His praise went straight to your head and you clenched around him, next breath coming in a sharp inhale. “Yeah? You like – like being inside me?”

Sunwoo dragged his hips back and snapped them forward, groaning at the way your arms closed around him and your nails dug into his shoulders in response. “Could live here, baby. Like you were – shit, like your pussy was made to take my cock.”

He lifted your leg higher, tilting your hips and angling them so each pump of his hips meant he was hitting the spot inside you that made your head spin and your body start to spiral toward inevitable release more quickly than you thought was possible. He started to find a rhythm then and you struggled to make thoughts string together in your head, too caught up in the way he seemed to know your body, in the way his fingers gently brushed your hair back from your face and the way he pressed soft kisses along your jawline in between harsh kisses to your lips. 

“Sunwoo, Sunwoo, fuck, please don’t stop, God,” you begged into his neck, gasping for breath and knowing you were a heartbeat away from falling apart around him. 

“I’ve got you,” came his panted reply. “Gonna keep fucking you until you get there, sweetheart. Until I feel you coming around me.” The fingers at your thigh tightened their hold and his pace picked up, pumping himself into you as you asked, as you wanted, as you needed.

Then you were coming, orgasm washing over you and making you quake in his arms, pussy pulsing around his dick. 

Sunwoo hissed in a breath and grit his teeth as he felt you clamp down on him and your body shake in his hold. “Where do you want me to – Fuck, gonna come. Where?”

Your arms held him more tightly and you mouthed at the crook of his neck, sucking your own mark into the skin. “You can – you can come inside me, baby.”

His vision whited out at your words at the way you clung to him as the aftershocks of your climax rolled through you, and he was thrusting deep once more, twice more, three times before holding himself there and spilling into you. Grunting your name and his hand cradling the back of your head, holding you to him while he rode out his own orgasm.

The two of you held each other there, you resting your weight against the wall and Sunwoo resting his half against you but half with an arm he slapped out to brace on the wall. You covered his neck with kisses and he stroked your hair, soothing and being soothed while you came back down. 

Eventually, though, you both had breath enough to speak – and probably the ability to move, but you didn’t want to go far quiet yet. 

You looked up at Sunwoo through veiled lashes. Horny!You fully sated, Smitten!You returned to the driver’s seat and you were a little – just a little, mind – nervous that you’d moved too fast and almost not wanting to ask, although you knew you needed to. 

“Do you – do you need to go? Or do you want to – you can stay?”

The wide (if worn out) smile he gave you in response honestly spoke volumes. “You aren’t going to be able to get rid of me if you try, baby.”

You bit back a grin, relief rushing through you, and falling back into old habits. “Oh really?”

“Mhm,” he answered without hesitation. “You claimed me earlier and I distinctly remember the agreement being we’d come here so I could do the same. So, sorry, but you’re stuck with me.”

A soft laugh escaped you at that and you let the grin show. “That is correct. My bad. You wanna go take a shower and then eat something? My, uh, dance instructor really rode me hard today.”

His smile was wicked and he looked wholly pleased with himself. “And he will again. But you make a good point. Let’s get cleaned up and order something. Come on, sweetheart.” Hand in yours, he started toward the hall before remembering – “I have no idea where anything is here. Where’s the bathroom?”

“I’ve got you. Follow me.”

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uuerghhghhghh

› not my fault but this ask right here

sunwoo x fem reader

requested, kinda

warnings: thigh riding, a bit of breath play but it’s done in a blink of an eye

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can we touch tongues? can i lick yours? will u suck on mine? pls

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footnotes ⠀⠀୨୧⠀⠀sub! sunwoo x afab! reader .. smut .. some fluff .. pussydrunk! woo .. cunnilingus .. mentions of face sitting .. did i hint at the idea that woo loves giving head? + first time writing smut so please don’t turn me into a s’more at the bonfire

apparently, in this world, you can be either one of two things: a rule breaker or a people pleaser. sunwoo is neither of them—not completely at least. does he still qualify for the second category if there’s only one person he seeks to push to the edge of pure bliss?

it’s never a surprise when he holds your legs spread apart, eagerly licking a strip before lapping at your sensitive clit. he loves it when you’re soaked right down to your pearl before he even gets the chance to taste you.

(‘makes his plump lips even glossier or something like that. his head was buried between your thighs at that time so you couldn’t fully comprehend his reasoning. it had also mixed with his pleas for you to sit on his face properly so there was no chance of proper communication.)

yet no matter how drunk sunwoo is from your pussy, he’ll never fail to check if you’re enjoying it as much as he does. twinkling, chocolate-tinted irises pinpointed on your visage, eagerly savoring the way you struggle to close your mouth while he’s using his so well. but among them all, his favorite signal has to be the delicious burn on his scalp after you curl your shaky fingers in his tousled onyx tresses.

“you look so pretty from this angle,” he’s dreamy-eyed by the time he experimentally flicks his tongue at your entrance. “my pretty baby, my beautiful angel, my.. my.. my..”

he can’t think straight right now, proven by his mindless babbling, but he knows you know from the way he stays between your legs until you’re spilling everything in his awaiting mouth.

my only one who i’ll ever want to satisfy.

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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.

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The College Experience

pairing : fwb!sunwoo x fem!reader 

genre : fluff + smut

warnings : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sunwoo is a bit subby. jealous! reader. pet names like baby and princess are used.  sunwoo cries and reader has a bit of a dacryphilia kink. public (?) sex. degradation. implied unprotected sex - there’s no mention of a condom (…I think you know what I’m going to say in the brackets without saying it) friends with benefits but also feelings. their dialogue is my favourite tbh. 

summary : Jealous and grumpy after an attempt with your 2nd hookup choice, you drag Sunwoo into the bathroom, knowing he knows exactly what your body needs. 

taglist : @matchahyuck

word count : 3k. 

the college experience masterlist

inspired by : the bathroom scene in ‘through my window’. 

playlist : unholy - sam smith ft kim petras / escort - chase atlantic / p*$$y fairy (otw) - jhene aiko 

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Rigged

Plot: During the harvest festival on your university campus, you get the chance to play a game, the prize being a date with a familiar face.

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Gn!Reader

Prompts: Visiting a Pumpkin Patch + College AU Carnival Game; Bobbing for apples but the apple you get indicated who you go on a date with.

Warnings: A kiss at the end but thats all

Words: ~5.5k

The campus was bustling as the Harvest festival was in full swing. It was the last day of the event, and everyone was still having a great time.

You had been helping your club with their booth over the festival, but during your free time you had been wandering around enjoying the festivities yourself.

Your best friend had their arm linked through yours as you walked across the campus. Hearing a loud cheer and a few screams, your eyes following the ruckus to a large group forming nearby.

Your friend tugged on your arm, "Let's go see what it is."

Letting them pull you along, you recognized the group was in front of the university's most popular frat house. They were confidently the most attractive group of guys, and unlike a lot of the other frats on campus, they were actually nice.

Your friend, ever determined, managed to pull you to the front of the crowd, where you saw the frat's leader Sangyeon trying to get the more .... excited, fangirls to be quiet so he could explain what their event of the day was.

Out of all the frats and sororities, they had by far been the most successful in raising funds for the school. Not that it was a competition, but it was definitely a lot more than your club got.

As Sangyeon explained the game, you couldn't help but laugh to yourself, he was clever you'd give him that.

It was a classic game of bobbing for apples, but, each apple had a number tag on it. And each number corresponded to a prize. And 12 of these apples would be a "grand prize"; a date with one of the frat members, all of which had a secret number they were aligned with.

You knew there were plenty of girls in the crowd, and a fair share of guys, who would blow their paychecks to get as many chances at a date as they could.

Excited murmurs ran through the crowd around you, and you chuckled softly again. Looking around at the guys, as they smiled to themselves, some appearing a bit nervous, your eyes caught on a familiar set of dark brown eyes.

Sunwoo.

The one from the frat you knew the most. Mostly because you ended up sitting beside him in a class last year.

He was kind, funny, and worked hard, and even you could admit he was gorgeous.

You became friends during the class, even going to get snacks afterwards a few times. You never really hung out outside of class besides those moments, but you would have had the opportunity arisen.

As your eyes locked, his eyes widened in recognition and he grinned at you and you smiled in return feeling butterflies swirl in your stomach.

It had been a while since you had seen him. Honestly you kind of missed being around him, he certainly knew how to entertain you during the more boring parts of the semester. Plus, you were pretty sure you developed a bit of a crush on him during the class, not that anyone would blame you really.

You tore your eyes from his as your friend tugged your arm, "Should we do it?"

You let out a soft scoff, "You can, I think I'll sit this one out. I don't really want to get my clothes wet."

Your friend hummed, having not really thought of that. Though it turned out to not be too much of a problem, as you watched the first few people go, and after all getting regular prizes, were handed free shirts to change into.

This was enough to convince your friend to give it a shot. You repressed a smile as her disappointment at not getting a grand prize apple quickly shifted to happiness as she received a $20 gift card to Starbucks.

Standing in the crowd as you waited for them to come back from changing, you weren't aware of the intense gaze on you from the sidelines.

As you saw your friend approaching, you were going to leave the crowd, but Jacob's loud voice caught your attention.

"And now! For the special Free try!" There were murmurs in the crowd as he continued, "One person will randomly be selected to play the game for free!"

'Huh, interesting choice.' You thought as you were preparing to walk away again.

"You!"

You halted as Jacob pointed directly at you. You blinked a few times as murmurs around you filled your ears as some people clapped and cheered you on.

You pointed at yourself and Jacob, who you knew from your first year grinned and nodded before telling you to come up.

Glancing over at your friend, who was watching from nearby, gave you a thumbs-up and an encouraging cheer.

Not a fan of attention, you shyly knelt in front of the troth of apples. You grimaced slightly at the idea of sticking your face into a water basin nearly a dozen people had already done the same in.

Seeing a larger apple sticking out a decent amount, you did your best to grab it by the stem. Succeeding, you pulled it out before quickly wiping your mouth. You still got water dripped down your shirt and you silently groaned.

Jacob quickly snatched the apple from you, and you stood nearby awkwardly as you waited for him to announce your prize.

As the members of the frat all cheered in excitement, your heartbeat picked up. They hadn't been this excited for any of the prizes so far, so what did you win?

Jacob grinned at you, "And we have our first grand prize winner!!"

The group cheered, as some girls audibly whined and groaned, the chances of them receiving one dropping.

Your heart was racing as you swallowed nervously. Your eyes drifted to Sunwoo who was standing nearby, you missed how he narrowly avoided getting caught staring at you.

As some of the people in the crowd started asking who, the guys started giving a dramatic drumroll before Jacob yelled out, "Sunwoo!"

Some people clapped while some were obviously disappointed. You were stunned at the coincidence, as your heart raced.

Your eyes met Sunwoo's as he was grinning at you, seemingly happy it was him. Butterflies filled your stomach as he waved his hand for you to follow him.

Getting further back from the group, Sunwoo smiled brightly at you as he laughed almost shyly. "Long time no see."

You smiled and nodded, "Yeah it's been a while. And this isn't exactly how I thought we would see each other again either."

He chuckled as he pulled out a shirt for you, "That is true. Though honestly," he hesitated a bit, appeared a bit shy, "I'm glad it was you. I was a bit apprehensive about this whole thing."

Your heart flipped in your chest, but you smiled at him with a soft chuckle, "What, you weren't excited to go on a date with a stranger who paid for the chance?"

He laughed, "Not really no."

Handing you the shirt you thanked him as you shuffled a bit on your feet. "How have you been?" He asked, killing the awkward silence.

You nodded, "Good, you?"

He laughed and nodded, "Also good."

You hated how awkward this felt, you weren't expecting to feel so shy around him after not seeing him for a while. But now there was the added heaviness of a date lingering over your head.

As Younghoon started to bring back another girl who played the game, Sunwoo gently grabbed your arm and led you away from the group and more towards the frat house.

"You don't have to go on a date with me by the way." You said quickly, though you almost immedietely regretted it.

When his face fell a bit, "Why not?"

"Oh. I just- since you were a bit anxious about this whole thing."

He shook his head, "I'm not. Not if it's you, I mean."

Your ears burned as your heart pounded painfully. "Oh."

He smiled shyly. "I mean we're already friends, plus we never really got to hang out much outside of class, right?"

You nodded, having had the same thought earlier. "That's true."

"So, I want to. And I'll plan the whole thing okay, don't worry about it."

Not wanting your voice to betray your growing anxiety and racing heart you nodded, letting out a soft reply, "Okay."

He grinned and your stomach swirled. "Okay!"

Just as the silence began to settle your phone alarm went off and you quickly turned it off. "I have to be at my club's booth."

"Oh! Yeah, go ahead!" Sunwoo said with a smile, though his chest tightened in disappointment. "I'll text you later about the date, okay?"

You nodded with a smile, your heart racing at the use of the word 'date' again. Saying your goodbyes, you left, heading to meet your friend, who was waiting eagerly nearby.

Sunwoo's heart raced wildly as he watched you leave. His breath was uneven as he let out a long breath. He couldn't believe his last-minute plan worked.

When he saw you in the crowd, his heart nearly burst from his chest. He had been trying to find you all over campus during the festival. Ever since the last semester ended, he missed being around you. Seeing you became the best parts of his week, as he had fully fallen for you. Since the moment he looked over at you as he sat in a random seat, and you smiled politely at him. His heart flipped and he was lost in your presence. As you slowly became friends over the semester, he fell harder and harder, adoring you.

During finals week you ended up getting different time blocks to take your tests and then you vanished.

He had hoped you would end up in another class together but was painfully disappointed when you didn't. He texted you a lot, but it wasn't the same. He hated your beautiful laugh being replaced by emojis, and your detailed talks turning into short replies hours later as your classes caused you to always miss each other in the moment.

So, he decided to look for you when he was walking around campus. He had seen you in the distance a few times, managed a few smiles and waves, but it was never good enough timing for him to actually talk with you.

And now you were right in front of him, looking at him, smiling at him, and his chest felt tight. There was no way he could let you go without speaking to you. Looking around, he knew he couldn't approach you without drawing attention to himself.

Suddenly he had an idea, and hoped his friends would help him out. They all knew about you and his massive, puppy-dog crush on you. Something he had been teased and borderline bullied about many times.

Tugging on Jacob's sleeve he pulled him aside, drawing the attention of Eric, Younghoon, Hyunjae and Chanhee as well.

He pointed you out to them and they started to tease him, but he quickly shut them down and told them his idea. To get you to play the game somehow, so he could go on his date with you.

Jacob quickly grabbed Kevin and asked if Sunwoo's number was in the current apple batch. When he said no, they decided that they would secretly switch the numbers with whatever number you got and say it was Sunwoo's.

Now, to get you to play the game.

"Easy." Jacob said as he walked up to Sangyeon.

Slyly, he took control of the mic, and a confused Sangyeon wandered over to the group, grinning excitedly after he heard what was going on.

Sunwoo nearly collapsed in relief as you agreed, though reluctantly, to play the game. And when Jacob announced you would be going on a date with him, he couldn't repress his grin as his eyes met yours.

Jumping as someone clapped his shoulder, he looked back at Hyunjae who chuckled. "So?"

Sunwoo let out a soft breath before he smiled brightly, "So, it looks like I have to plan a perfect first date."

At the end of the final day of the harvest festival, your body was rocked with exhaustion. The sun was setting as you were helping pack everything up with the rest of your club members.

Feeling your phone buzz, you pulled it out with fear that you might be requested to help with something else. But seeing Sunwoo's name appear on your screen, your heart started racing with a different form of anxiety.

'Hey Y/n! Is tomorrow, around 11 a good time to meet up?'

You let out a long drawn-out breath as you typed out your reply. Having gotten so busy with the festival you had almost forgotten about your date with Sunwoo.

'That works for me.'

Now with nothing to distract you from your thoughts, your anxieties about tomorrow kept you company for the rest of the night, and all the way through the next morning.

Sunwoo texted you a few more times over the evening. You were going to meet up by the theater and he was going to drive you to your date. Which he was decidedly keeping a secret.

All he told you was not to plan anything for the rest of the day. Which made you wonder, just how long was this date going to be? Or maybe it was far away?

Without any idea of what it was you were going to be doing; you had no idea what kind of outfit would be appropriate. After struggling for a while, you finally decided on a casual yet cute outfit with shoes you could walk in, just in case.

Before you began second-guessing yourself, you left to meet up with Sunwoo. Upon seeing him, you felt relieved of your outfit choice, as he wasn't dressed too differently from you.

Upon seeing you, he grinned and waved happily. His smile making butterflies rampage your stomach. Why did he always look so happy to see you? It did not make your feelings any easier to ignore.

Sunwoo was just as nervous as you walked up to him, his heart had been on a rampage in his chest since he left his apartment earlier. He was excited, yet terrified of how today might play out.

"Are you ready?" he asked excitedly after you greeted each other.

You nodded with a soft smile, "As ready as I can be since you won't tell me where we are going." There was an accusatory, yet amused tone to your voice and Sunwoo chuckled.

"I promise it'll be fun, okay?"

Taking his word for it, you went with the flow as you sat in his car and drove towards the edge of the city. You listened to music and chatted the whole way, becoming more comfortable with Sunwoo again. Something you missed from when you had class with him.

Turning down an unpaved road, you saw a large pumpkin patch come into view. Huge fields of different types of pumpkin and squash, various people littered around. And as you pulled into the parking lot, you spotted various booths and vendors selling food. Also scattered around, were tables with people carving their newly bought pumpkins and eating various foods.

You looked over at Sunwoo to see him watching you closely, trying to gauge your reaction. Grinning at him, he let out a soft breath, relieved at your apparent excitement at your surroundings.

Admittedly, Sunwoo panicked in trying to figure out where to take you. He thought, and over-thought some more, before he stalked your Instagram and social media trying to get any hints of something you might like.

Seeing your various liked Autumn posts and comments on other friends' pages, he gathered, you really loved the fall and its various aesthetic activities. So, he thought you might enjoy something Autumnal, date-wise.

After scouring the internet, he found this large pumpkin patch and its booths and activities. Deciding this was his final choice, he spent the next countless hours worrying it was the wrong one.

Because of your reaction to the pumpkin patch as you excitedly looked around, his anxieties were slowly being subdued.

"You like it?" he asked as he stood beside you as you looked around.

You grinned as you shook your head, your voice holding a light since of awe. "I heard there was a pumpkin patch out here but I didn't realize it was like this."

He smiled and nodded, "I didn't realize it until last night when I was trying to find where to take you."

You smiled as you teased him lightly, "You did research for this?"

He smiled shyly as his ears burned a bit, "Yeah, I wanted you to have fun."

You grinned as you bit the inside of your cheek as you looked away from him, the butterflies in your stomach persisting.

Sunwoo grinned to himself at your reaction before he cleared his throat lightly, "Come on."

Following him, you spent a short time walking around before heading into the fields. The two of you tried your best to find perfect pumpkins to carve.

You took photos and videos of each other, even playing a classic childlike game of 'this is you' when pointing to the ugliest pumpkins you could find.

Your enjoyment with Sunwoo rose the longer you spent time together. You were comfortable around him, feeling like you had known him for much longer than you did.

Sunwoo gasped as he pointed out a tall skinny white pumpkin with a patch of black at the top. Taking out his phone he took a picture before grinning. "It looks like Younghoon."

You laughed at his revelation, watching as he sent the photo to the intended victim. Spotting a large white pumpkin close by you walked over and inspected it.

Turning it around you looked at Sunwoo, "This one is perfect!"

Coming over, he inspected it as well before approving of your choice.

After another wander around, Sunwoo decided on a large bright orange pumpkin to carve. Grunting as he picked it up you giggled at his effort.

"Are you sure you want that one?"

"What? Why not?"

He saw you repressing a laugh at his struggle to carry the heavy pumpkin, and he let out a chuckle, "Just wait, you'll be jealous of how it turns out."

You nodded encouragingly, "Sure, sure."

After purchasing your pumpkins and renting some carving tools, you found a table and began plotting your designs.

Sunwoo looks around before getting an idea, "I'll be right back!"

You watched as he ran off before you started inspecting your pumpkin again. As Sunwoo came back you looked up as he set a mug of hot chocolate in front of you.

Grinning you looked over at him, "Thanks!"

He smiled and nodded, his heart flipping at your cute reaction. "Do you know what you are going to carve?"

You nodded, "Jack Skellington. I realized this pumpkin is shaped perfectly to be his head."

Sunwoo grinned as he approved, and when you asked him what he was going to carve he smiled suspiciously, "It's a surprise."

You let out a soft chuckle at his secretive expression before you handed him his carving tools. "You and your secrets."

The two of you began your projects while talking casually. Discussing your classes, clubs, Halloween, anything that came and went as the conversation flowed naturally and comfortably.

The comfortable atmosphere was disrupted as Sunwoo suddenly let out a sharp gasp as he dropped his carving knife and gripped his hand.

You quickly dropped your own tools as you turned to him, "Are you okay?"

He nodded with a soft hiss, "Just a small cut."

"Let me see." Taking his hand gently, he grimaced as you looked at the cut. You hummed, "It's not deep but we should clean and bandage it." You looked around before getting up, "Hold it, I'll be right back."

As you ran off Sunwoo put down his head in embarrassment, this was not how he wanted this to go. Sulking with his head down, he looked up as you came back over, out of breath.

"Luckily they have these on hand for any accidents."

Sunwoo watched as you set down a first aid kit before gently taking his hand. He watched as you gently cleaned the cut before applying ointment and a bandage.

As he watched you, his heart beat rapidly in his chest, his neck burning hot. Your concentration and gentleness as you cared for him making him bashful. Maybe it wasn't such a bad turn of events after all.

You looked up at Sunwoo to see him staring intensely at you, your own heart skipped a beat as you felt a bit timid under his intense gaze.

"All done!" You said after a moment and Sunwoo let out a soft breath as he looked at his bandaged finger. "Better?" You asked softly and he looked from his finger and back to you.

"Almost."

"Hmm?"

You saw him fighting a grin as he spoke, lifting his finger towards you, "You didn't kiss it."

You blinked in surprise as your heart stuttered in your chest. Letting out a soft laugh you gently pushed his arm away, making him laugh in response.

Trying to avoid his gaze, your eyes caught on his pumpkin. You tilted your head and Sunwoo noticed quickly covering the pumpkin. "Wait I wasn't done!"

You quickly looked away with a laugh, "Sorry, sorry, I swear I didn't see it."

"Liar." He said with a frown, and you giggled.

Your ears burned as you paid attention to your pumpkin, trying not to look over at Sunwoo as he finished his carving. It took you a moment, but you caught on just as he hid the pumpkin from your view. It was you.

When he was finally finished, he gave you an almost bashful look as he turned it towards you. You looked at it as a smile slowly spread across your face.

Sunwoo took art classes for a reason, and though it wasn't exceptionally detailed, the outlines of the features made it obvious it was you.

You looked at him and let out a soft laugh, "Now I feel bad about mine."

Sunwoo's eyes widened as he leaned forward, "No yours is so cool! It totally looks like Jack, and the back is awesome!"

You had decided the Skeleton King's face was too simple, so on the back of the pumpkin you carved a scene of Jack and Sally, with additional accents added.

You laughed, "I'm kidding Sunwoo, but thank you. For complimenting my work and feeling inspired enough to use me for your pumpkin."

He let out a soft laugh as his ears turned a bright shade of red you couldn't help but notice and find rather cute.

He scratched the back of his neck, "You like it then?"

You nodded with a smile, "I love it. Can I take a picture?"

He nodded happily, "I want to take some too!"

After your mini photoshoot, you took your pumpkins to the car. The two of you decided to get some food from the vendor trucks before leaving. As you walked back into the patch Sunwoo cleared his throat softly.

"You had fun, right?"

Looking over at him, you could see the nervousness and apprehension on his face. He really wanted you to have a good time, huh?

You smiled brightly at him, a sight that never failed to make Sunwoo's heart beat a bit faster.

You nodded your head, "Yes Sunwoo I did. I really enjoyed today."

He grinned as he looked down at his feet, "Good, I'm glad. I know it's probably not your ideal first date, but ya' know."

"I don't think I have an ideal first date."

He looked back over at you, "Really?"

You shook your head, "I just think, doing something that can be fun, and not something that is solely dependent on conversation is the best idea for a first date. And this fell perfectly into that."

Looking back over at Sunwoo you felt your heart skip, his eyes were bright, and his smile showed his genuine joy. You looked away, too stunned by the gaze.

"I'm glad. I really wanted you to enjoy this date." He nodded softly as he looked away from you, biting his lip.

You walked the rest of the way in timid silence before you got your food and sat down. While eating, your eyes drifted to his hand, where you saw that his band-aid was coming loose. You figured it had gotten damp from the pumpkin carving.

Sunwoo watched as you suddenly began digging through your purse. As you pulled out another bandage you motioned for his hand, "Let me change it."

Checking the bandage, he saw what you meant. "Oh, okay."

Reaching out his hand, he watched with growing fondness as you changed the bandage, but not before wiping his hand off again with a damp napkin.

After you wrapped the new band-aid around his finger and smiled at him he hummed as he looked his finger over. "I don't think this one will stay on either."

"Hmm?"

He smiled at you, "Because you didn't kiss it before! I'm telling you that's the secret to it really getting bet-"

Smiling and rolling your eyes as he started again, you gently grabbed his hand, and before he finished speaking, you pressed a gentle kiss to his wounded finger.

Sunwoo's voice died on his lips as you did this, his eyes widened, and mouth remained agape. If you listened any closer, you would probably hear the sound of his heart beating out of his chest.

Looking at his stunned and shy face, his ears and neck grew noticeably red. His eyes flicked to yours and you couldn't repress a laugh as you covered your mouth.

"Ah-hah, hey! That was-" He stuttered out as he let out an embarrassed chuckle.

"Ohh." You reached out and tugged his ears and poked his cheek, "I've never seen that shade of red before."

He clapped his hand over his ear as he opened his mouth in shock. "Hey! Don't make fun of me!" He gently rubbed his own cheek, feeling how hot his skin had gotten.

"It's your fault!"

You giggled, and even through his embarrassment he felt a boost of confidence.

"You should fix this too!" He pointed to his reddened face.

"How?" You chuckled.

He bit back a grin as he leaned closer, turning his cheek towards you as he pointed at his cheek, indicating that he wanted you to kiss his cheek to make it better.

You held your breath at his sudden confident antics. Your stomach swirled almost violently as your heart beat painfully hard.

"Sunwoo!"

You gasped out and he laughed, as he realized he was probably pushing his luck. Leaning away from you he grinned, making you chuckle. You hoped your own burning ears weren't noticeable to him.

Your nerves returned as Sunwoo walked you to your door once you returned home. Your pumpkin was in your arms, and you set it down at your door before turning to Sunwoo.

He smiled softly at you as he had his hands shoved in his pockets. Swallowing he hesitantly began speaking, "I wanted to tell you something."

The tone of his voice made your chest tighten, it seemed serious. "What is it?"

His eyes shifted around nervously, "I... rigged the game."

You frowned. "What game?"

"The game yesterday, when you got the apple."

Your heart skipped. "Oh. I mean...how?"

"I asked the guys to help me get you to play the game. Which is why Jacob suddenly called you forward to play for free. It was on purpose. And the number you got wasn't actually my number, we just said it was."

You blinked a few times as you thought over his words. "Okay. But, why?"

"Because I wanted an excuse to see you again. To spend time with you I mean, outside of just passing by each other on campus. I like you Y/n, I have since we first met. And I've been wanting to see you again since the semester ended because it was driving me crazy not being around you anymore, so the first chance I got, I wanted to grab it, no matter how I did it."

You were stunned at his confession, not just by the fact that he had feelings for you, you were starting to pick up on that on your own, no matter how surreal it seemed still. But you were more stunned at the fact that he went out of is way to rig a game to go on a date with you.

You let out a soft incredulous laugh, "You, you like me? Like... more than a friend?"

You felt awkward asking for clarification, but your heart and mind were telling you different things. Your heart telling you to die of happiness, while your brain told you you must be misunderstanding.

He nodded, "Is that so hard to believe?"

"I- I mean, I don't know. I-" you swallowed and took the jump, "I like you too Sunwoo." You saw his face go from apprehensive to stunned, "I just...guess I never imagined you might...feel the same."

He stepped a bit closer as his eyes widened, his tone exasperated, "You like me too?!"

You nodded as you bit your lip, "Y-yeah?"

He stared at you in stunned silence before a grin slowly spread across his face. This caused you to smile softly in return before chuckling softly at his dramatic response.

"I- I. Wow." He chuckled awkwardly as he suddenly went into a soft rant, "I thought I would be the one with unrequited feelings. I mean, I never thought you would see me like that, I mean I hoped you would, I really, really did, but I didn't want to delude myself into thinking someone like you might be interested in-"

"Sunwoo" you said softly causing him to go quiet.

You let out a soft giggle and he chuckled, "I'm rambling, sorry."

You shook your head, "It's okay. It's cute."

The sudden compliment made Sunwoo's heart pulsate as his ears and face became noticeably red once again.

You repressed a laugh as you reached out and gently touched his cheek, causing him to realize what was happening.

He groaned as he put his hands on his cheeks again and clenched his eyes shut. His mind was racing, and he felt as though he was going to go on another embarrassment and adrenaline-based rant. But as he felt your lips suddenly press against his cheek, his eyes shot open, and his mind went blank.

Stepping away from him, your own heart racing at the sudden confidence you felt to do something like that. You watched as Sunwoo stared at you in shock before a smile broke out on his face.

You giggled, "I don't think that helped fix it at all, it actually looks like it made it worse." You teased as his ears only got brighter.

Sunwoo clenched his eyes shut as he let out a dramatic sigh before he grinned at you and stepped forward, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug.

You were shocked by the sudden action, and frozen as he held you tight. Slowly, you gently rested your hands against his back, and you heard him let out a breath against your neck.

"I really like you Y/n."

You smiled to yourself before you whispered in reply. "I really like you too Sunwoo."

After a gentle moment of silence, you felt his grip tighten slightly. "Can we go on another date?"

You let out a soft breath as you smiled and nodded, "Yes."

"Can we go on a date as a couple?"

Your heart jolted as your breath caught for a second before you forced out a breath and nodded once again. "Yes."

Pulling away, his soft starry eyes gaze met yours and he smiled softly. His eyes flicked down to your lips as he brought his hand to cup your chin.

"Can I kiss you?" You asked in a whisper, making a chill run through you.

You nodded and replied with the only word you seemed able. "Yes."

Leaning in, his lips met yours with a passion that took your breath away. Your lips seemed to meld together perfectly as he tilted your head to deepen the kiss.

The hand wrapped around your waist pulled you closer to him, as his other hand glided to your cheek before he cupped the back of your head. You brought your hands to his chest as you gripped the fabric of his sweater.

For the first time the whole day, your thoughts were silent. You embraced the moment with each other and the joy your heart's pulsated with.

Your first date really did turn out to be perfect.

xx End xx

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