planet-hwa

[planet-hwa]

thank you, so happy you enjoyed it <3

VIRTUE — 여상

✎ summary being in your early twenties without any relationship experience was the most embarrassing thing to you. everyone around you had already had their first relationships, kisses, sexual experiences but you. it felt extremely lonely, like you had missed out on everything. that was until you met yeosang, someone who felt the same way as you.

pairing virgin!yeosang x virgin!reader genre very sweet and cutesy smut word count 3.6k

warnings MDNI !! pet names, swearing, loss of virginity, dirty thoughts, mentions of pornography, dryhumping, clothed orgasms, breast play, hand jobs, blow jobs, swallowing, cunnilingus, fingering, protected sex, cockwarming?, aftercare

❝ could you be my first time, eat me up like apple pie ❞ 🎧 now playing   high school sweethearts ; melanie martinez

Being in your early twenties without any relationship experience was the most embarrassing thing to you. Everyone around you had already had their first relationships, kisses, sexual experiences but you. It felt extremely lonely, like you had missed out on everything.

That was until you met Yeosang, someone who felt the same way as you. He had little experiences as well, only ever sharing a few kisses with people at parties. The two of you became close friends quickly, and when you realised you had developed romantic feelings for each other, you started to hangout more; going on little dates together. It took four dates for you to share a kiss, a soft dance of inexperience yet it was perfect. When you two eventually made it official, you agreed to take things slow, neither of you wanting to rush the other. But the sexual tension began building quickly within the two of you, each without the knowledge of the other’s desires. 

Yeosang was extremely shy when it came to physical touch, whether it was just a simple hand hold or cuddling in bed, he was always cautious to initiate the first move — but he always did because he also knew you were too nervous to do it. When it grew close to a year in your relationship, you began to question when the two of you would take it to the next level. Questions filled your unqualified brain; was there a time in a relationship you were meant to have sex, were you moving too quickly or too slowly, did you even want to?

The answer to that last question was yes, you did want to, so desperately. Though it was perverted of you, you couldn’t help but get off to the thought of it.

What it would feel like to grind against him…

What it would feel like to be eaten out by him… and to return the favour…

What it would feel like for him to be deep inside you…

These thoughts filled your brain on a daily basis, ruining any sense of innocence you held. But you were nervous to bring any of it up with Yeosang, a fear of rejection bubbling inside of you — unknown that he was having the exact same thoughts as you.

He started imagining romantic, sexual scenarios regularly, growing hard with every thought of it, and not always at the best times. Whether he was home alone, or at work, or sitting next to you, blood would rush between his legs with even the smallest thought of you beneath him. He felt just as guilty as you felt about your thoughts, the both of you not knowing that the other wanted it just as bad.

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Scrolling through the endless list of downloaded movies on Yeosang’s tv, you finally picked a random romance you hadn’t heard of, not knowing of the spiciness settled under the innocent sounding title. Yeosang wandered in with snacks and drinks, setting them aside to climb into the bed next to you, his arm quick to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. Your leg automatically flung over his, his hand resting gently on your hip and placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

As the movie started, the night began smoothly, until a certain scene in the movie played. It started off with a simple passionate makeout session, nothing the two of you hadn’t watched in a movie before, until it grew fiery enough to be considered pornography. You felt your stomach turning and butterflies swirling, a heat growing between your legs that you tried your hardest to ignore.

That was until you felt Yeosang twitch underneath your touch, his breath seeming to hitch any time your body would move slightly against him. He could feel his cheeks growing flushed as blood rushed through his body, targeting the area between his legs. He felt his sweatpants tighten around his growing erection, and it wasn’t because of the scene on the tv — it’s because he was imagining the two of you in the scene.

“Baby, are you okay?” You asked, looking up at him with a concerned look.

With the way your puppy eyes looked at him, he couldn’t help himself. Leaning down and holding your face, he connected to your lips in a passionate dance, no room for misunderstanding of his desperation. Your lips moved together perfectly, tongues swirling against each other and tasting every inch of your mouths.

Readjusting your position to a more comfortable one, you sat up and pushed against him accidentally, he moaned deeply into your mouth. That was when you became more aware of his state, the hardened length pushing itself up into your clothed pussy, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. He pulled away from the kiss suddenly, a light pink brushing over his cheeks in embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… y’know…” Looking down at the tent in his pants as he apologised for it. “We don’t have to go any further if you’re not ready-” Cutting him off with a chaste kiss to his lips, the softness of yours mixing with the plumpness of his, you pulled away and held his face delicately, looking deep into his eyes.

“I want to,” You smiled softly, watching as his pupils dilated with excitement. “I’m ready to if you are-”

“I am.” The instant response from him made you giggle before he chased your lips once more.

He kissed you deeply, tongue flicking your bottom lip for granted access before exploring your mouth once more. The kiss was lustful and desperate, emotions shown from the both of you. Your hips automatically started to grind over his, his hands gripping tightly to them and guiding you with rhythmic pulls. He groaned into the kiss at the friction, pushing his hips up into yours and following your movements.

You could feel the wet patch growing within your underwear, soaking through the fabric and onto your sweats, the friction something you’ve never experienced before — either of you.

Yeosang already felt like he was about to fall over the edge, desperately rutting himself up against you and enjoying the way your hips would jolt every time his clothed length pressed against your heated core. Your lips moved away from his, crossing down his jaw and neck and sucking pretty purple bruises into his sensitive skin, his moans turning more to high whines as you continued to grind down on him. 

A sudden knot grew in your stomach, ready to snap as Yeosang pulled your hips deeper into him, your wetness smearing against your skin. The both of you were desperate, so close to reaching your highs that your bodies moved over each other in fast motions. Lips connected in an open mouth kiss, your moans were escaping through the cracks as your high crashed down on you. Your body jolted as your hips rubbed against Yeosang, his tight grip on them almost painful but adding another sense of pleasure for you. His was quick to follow, his grey sweatpants forming a dark patch around his crotch as he spurted white ropes into them, his dick twitching in the aftershocks.

Your head buried itself into the crook of his neck, his hands rubbing your back soothingly as you both came down from your first highs of the night. Pulling away and looking deep into his eyes, you could still read so much lust and desire in them, yours returning with the same intense emotions.

His fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up and pulling it over your head, watching as your bare breasts bounced out. He was hypnotised, and the sudden attention to them started making you feel slightly insecure. Your arms were quick to cover your naked chest, but his hands moved faster.

“No, don’t cover yourself, beautiful.” He whined, removing your protective arms and gazing lovingly at your body, not an ounce of judgement in his eyes. “I need to see how perfect you are.”

His eyes moved over your body, memorising every inch he could see, his fingertips lightly grazing over the curvature. Noticing you still had discomfort, he removed his own shirt and watched as your eyes grew in shock, a red flush creeping up his neck and through his cheeks.

You had seen him shirtless before, at the pool or after a shower, but this time felt different. You were up close and personal with his muscular body; his abs that were perfectly carved, his biceps that bulged every time he tensed them, the veins that ran from his hands and up his forearms. You were convinced he was the son of Aphrodite herself.

As your eyes moved back up to his face, his puppy eyes stared deeply back at you, one of his hands slowly palming one of your breasts. Asking permission with his eyes, he moved his head towards your chest and slowly swirled his tongue over your sensitive nipple. Suckling your nipple between his swollen lips, his tongue flicked over the bud and drew out soft moans from you, his other hand folding with your other breast and not leaving it neglected. Your back arched naturally at the sensations, not wanting him to stop until you felt his dick harden once again.

Your hand lightly tugged at the band of his sweatpants, he pulled away from your chest to look down before back up at you, a small smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. You began to slowly move your body down his, giving you a better view of his clothed erection, the wet patch from his previous orgasm prominent in the grey fabric causing him to blush shyly.

“Can I?” You looked up at him, asking without properly asking but he understood what you wanted, sending you a small nod.

You pulled down his sweatpants slowly, the bulge in his boxers larger now that it’s more freed. His breath hitched once his boxers joined his pants, the cool air hitting his pulsing cock as it flung out. Not only was his face and body blessed by Greek gods, his cock was also graced with the same perfection. The size intimidated you a little, worried about the eventual stretch you would feel as he would fill you up.

He watched intently as you carefully wrapped your hand around his length, he almost moaned just at the sight of it. You slowly began to pump your hand over him, squeezing lightly at the reddened tip that was leaking precum. Yeosang threw his head back against the headboard, soft moans filtering the room over the background music of the long forgotten movie — you felt yourself growing wetter with every groan that left his lips.

Confidence grew within you and before you knew it, your lips were wrapping themselves around Yeosang’s swollen tip, tracing over it and collecting precum on your tongue before pushing your head down on his length. A louder moan came from Yeosang, the sudden warmth of your mouth on his hardened cock causing incredible pleasure every time your cheeks sunk in around it.

“Oh god, baby… j-just like that, fuck...” He whimpered, the words stuttering out with struggle.

Your hand pumped what couldn’t fit in your mouth as you continued to swallow him whole, looking up at him through your lashes and watching his face relax and contort with each movement. You weren’t entirely sure what to do, only following the sounds of his enjoyment — and god, they were beautiful sounds.

One of his hands made their way to your hair, stroking the strands lovely and moving any pieces that fell across your face and blocked his new favourite view. His moans grew higher, free hand clenching at the sheets below as his high grew near once again. As the knot grew in his stomach, his grip on your hair tightened slightly — not enough to hurt or control, but enough to encourage you to continue.

“Fuck… I’m gonna come again!” He whined as your cheeks sunk around him, sucking him so deeply into the back of your throat you almost gagged.

Moving your head deeper down his length, his tip began hitting the back of your throat, light tears running down your cheeks. Yeosang groaned loudly as his high crashed over him, his hand unintentionally holding you down as his warm cum burst into your mouth. The salty taste was new, but enjoyable because it came from him.

As the final spurts spilled through, his hand loosened and his head threw back against the bed. Lifting your head and finally getting full breaths, you wiped your chin of the small escaped drips before swallowing the rest. Yeosang looked at your face and the dried tears on your flushed cheeks, and his face filled with instant regret. “Oh my god baby, I’m s-so sorry… I didn’t realise-”

“It’s okay Sangie,” You hands cupped his distressed face before leaving a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m happy I could make you feel good.”

And that was the truth. You would do that all over again, for hours, if it meant you could listen to the sounds of his pleasured moans again.

His arm wrapped around your waist before swiftly flipping you over, your back now flat on the mattress. Connecting your lips passionately, he tasted himself all over them, driving him insane — like that was his claim on you. You were forever his.

“Let me return the favour.” He smirked before kissing his way down your stomach until his head laid between your legs.

Quickly discarding your pants, your soaked panties the only thing protecting you, you watched as his eyes stared in amazement at the wet patch on them. He began placing soft kisses over your clothed clit, relishing in the way your hips twitched with every teasing placement. Slipping his fingers at the waistband, your panties hit the floor in an instant.

Your slit glistened with slick wetness, a beautiful sight for Yeosang, knowing he was the one to make you this wet. Placing feather light kisses over your soft inner thighs, he looked up at you through his long lashes. “Tell me what feels good.”

You gave him a shy nod, one of your hands gently covering half of your face. He smiled timidly before dipping his tongue and sliding it through your folds, collecting all your slick on the tip. Once his tongue flicked just over your clit, a small moan escaped your lips, and that’s when all his inexperience went out the window.

His tongue circled your bundle of nerves with precision and a gentle touch, looking up and watching as your body began to lose control. One of his hands interlocked with yours, holding on securely whilst the other traced the curvature of your hips. As your head threw back into the pillow beneath it, your moans were uncontrollable. He sucked your bud in between his lips, tongue still swiftly swirling over it. Using his free hand, he began tracing your entrance with his fingertips, still watching your every move through his lashes.

“Can I finger you, baby?” Yeosang’s voice sounded like velvet in your blissed out brain.

“Please…” You whined desperately, almost embarrassingly.

With confirmation, he inserted a long finger in you, your walls automatically clenching around it. His mouth reconnected with your swollen clit before he slowly began to push his digit in and out of you, curling upwards slightly. The sensation was undeniably addictive, for both you and him. He was going insane listening to your moans, his dick hardening once again and his own groans vibrating through your core.

The stretching feeling of a second finger entered you, and you clenched desperately around him once again, almost holding him in place. You could feel yourself getting closer with every curl of his digits and every flick of his tongue — and he could tell as well, the sound of your moans heightening in pitch was all he needed.

His long fingers began to fasten, his lips still coiled around your clit and lapping his tongue over it. He watched as your stomach tightened, your fingers strangling around his own, preparing to fall over the edge. With curled fingers deep inside of you and one harsh suck on your bud, your orgasm washed over you in a wave. Your vision blurred and your hips jolted up into his mouth as you came. His motions began to slow as you came down from your high, drinking up all the syrup that spilled from you.

Your eyes were lidded and breaths were heavy, too focused on your post orgasm bliss to notice that Yeosang was now hovered above you peppering soft kisses on your face. His face was coated in a pink blush, lips puffy and shining in a mixture of his saliva and your essence, he looked more beautiful than ever. “Was that okay?”

“It was amazing.” You sighed, almost in a giggle. You found it kind of humorous that he was asking as if your orgasm wasn’t currently coating his lips. “I want more… I want you.”

He lightly giggled before placing a chaste kiss on your lips, turning towards the bedside table and pulling a condom out of the drawer, opening it and slipping it on quickly before returning above you. He didn’t want to move too fast, wanting you to calm from your previous high in the case of accidently rushing you. Cupping your cheeks, he placed soft kisses on the corner of your lips and down your jaw, so gentle like you were made of porcelain.

“If you want me to stop at all, please tell me.” He lifted his head, his deep brown eyes instantly finding the validation in yours. “I’ll go slow, I don’t want to hurt my favourite girl.”

Sliding his dick through your slick before lining himself up with your entrance, he looked at you lovingly one last time before beginning to enter. The slow stretch was torturous, tears quickly glassing over your eyes as he steadily continued until he bottomed out.

Though he wanted so desperately to move, to pump in and out of you with purpose, he remained still and let you adjust to the stretch, continuously asking if you were alright whilst placing soft kisses over your plump cheeks. The two of you stayed unmoving, embracing a closeness neither of you have felt with anyone before. Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, arms clasped around his neck and muscular shoulders.

Although you enjoyed the silent romance of the limited space between the two of you, you wanted to feel him deeper, rolling your hips upwards slowly to encourage movement. He was quick to understand, eyes still locked on your face and watching for any discomfort as he began to pump himself in and out of you. It was slow but helped reduce the pain to pleasure fast, your hips grinding to match his movements.

“Faster..” A breathy moan escaped your lips, and Yeosang understood you perfectly.

His pace heightened yet still held a sense of cautiousness, but you could tell he was hopelessly holding himself back from full power. Even with such attentiveness, he was still hitting spots you never knew existing, and the coil in your stomach began to grow quickly once more. Your hips rolled into each other perfectly, like you were made for it.

His head cuddled into the crook of your neck, small kisses and light sucked hickies being placed along the base as his high grew closer. The sounds of skin slapping and a mixture of both of your moans of pleasure began to filter the room, completely discarding the still playing movie in the background. Both of you were so close, so in sync with each other’s bodies and emotions.

Yeosang’s thrusts began to grow sloppier the closer he got, your legs slightly shaking around his waist as you joined him. With a final pump into you, the two of you joined each other in blissful orgasms, bodies sweaty and shaking around each other. White ropes spilled into the condom as your gummy walls tightened around him, milking him of everything you could whilst your body grew limp from the power of your third and final orgasm of the night. Your bodies were glued together with sweat, heavy breaths filled the warm sex-scented air as you remained still for a minute.

Once Yeosang recovered from his harsh orgasm, he lifted his head from your neck and slowly pulled himself out of you. The sudden absence of his dick shocked you, your body already couldn’t wait for more. Quickly discarding the used condom to the bin, he joined you back on the bed and pulled you into his arms, your head resting on his chest comfortably. A simple silence sat between the two of you, embarking in the moment that neither of you would forget. Your bodies were tired, your eyes almost betraying you to sleep before you heard a soft voice from above you.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Yeosang placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Good… kind of sleepy.” You smiled sheepishly into his warm skin, causing him to giggle.

“Me too, but before we fall asleep… can I ask,” The shyness in his voice reminded you that he was still concerned and worrying about you. “Was that all… okay?”

You lifted your head from his chest, staring up at him through half-lidded eyes before placing a soft but long lasting kiss on his lips. “It was perfect, you’re perfect.”

His eyes twinkled with devotion, a small smile curling on his lips before he let you rest your head once more. Pulling the blanket over the warmth of your connected bodies, the two of you drifted to sleep, the soft music of the forgotten movie’s credits playing in the background.

author's note this has been in my drafts for so long... i told @hwalighters i would write a yeosang fic over a few months ago and they've probably forgotten now but here it is queen !! (i'm sorry it's so late) ♡

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written by planet-hwa™

[planet-hwa]

i'm so glad you enjoyed it and i'm sorry it took me a hundred years for it, more yeosang fics in the future though !!

VIRTUE — 여상

✎ summary being in your early twenties without any relationship experience was the most embarrassing thing to you. everyone around you had already had their first relationships, kisses, sexual experiences but you. it felt extremely lonely, like you had missed out on everything. that was until you met yeosang, someone who felt the same way as you.

pairing virgin!yeosang x virgin!reader genre very sweet and cutesy smut word count 3.6k

warnings MDNI !! pet names, swearing, loss of virginity, dirty thoughts, mentions of pornography, dryhumping, clothed orgasms, breast play, hand jobs, blow jobs, swallowing, cunnilingus, fingering, protected sex, cockwarming?, aftercare

❝ could you be my first time, eat me up like apple pie ❞ 🎧 now playing   high school sweethearts ; melanie martinez

Being in your early twenties without any relationship experience was the most embarrassing thing to you. Everyone around you had already had their first relationships, kisses, sexual experiences but you. It felt extremely lonely, like you had missed out on everything.

That was until you met Yeosang, someone who felt the same way as you. He had little experiences as well, only ever sharing a few kisses with people at parties. The two of you became close friends quickly, and when you realised you had developed romantic feelings for each other, you started to hangout more; going on little dates together. It took four dates for you to share a kiss, a soft dance of inexperience yet it was perfect. When you two eventually made it official, you agreed to take things slow, neither of you wanting to rush the other. But the sexual tension began building quickly within the two of you, each without the knowledge of the other’s desires. 

Yeosang was extremely shy when it came to physical touch, whether it was just a simple hand hold or cuddling in bed, he was always cautious to initiate the first move — but he always did because he also knew you were too nervous to do it. When it grew close to a year in your relationship, you began to question when the two of you would take it to the next level. Questions filled your unqualified brain; was there a time in a relationship you were meant to have sex, were you moving too quickly or too slowly, did you even want to?

The answer to that last question was yes, you did want to, so desperately. Though it was perverted of you, you couldn’t help but get off to the thought of it.

What it would feel like to grind against him…

What it would feel like to be eaten out by him… and to return the favour…

What it would feel like for him to be deep inside you…

These thoughts filled your brain on a daily basis, ruining any sense of innocence you held. But you were nervous to bring any of it up with Yeosang, a fear of rejection bubbling inside of you — unknown that he was having the exact same thoughts as you.

He started imagining romantic, sexual scenarios regularly, growing hard with every thought of it, and not always at the best times. Whether he was home alone, or at work, or sitting next to you, blood would rush between his legs with even the smallest thought of you beneath him. He felt just as guilty as you felt about your thoughts, the both of you not knowing that the other wanted it just as bad.

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Scrolling through the endless list of downloaded movies on Yeosang’s tv, you finally picked a random romance you hadn’t heard of, not knowing of the spiciness settled under the innocent sounding title. Yeosang wandered in with snacks and drinks, setting them aside to climb into the bed next to you, his arm quick to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. Your leg automatically flung over his, his hand resting gently on your hip and placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

As the movie started, the night began smoothly, until a certain scene in the movie played. It started off with a simple passionate makeout session, nothing the two of you hadn’t watched in a movie before, until it grew fiery enough to be considered pornography. You felt your stomach turning and butterflies swirling, a heat growing between your legs that you tried your hardest to ignore.

That was until you felt Yeosang twitch underneath your touch, his breath seeming to hitch any time your body would move slightly against him. He could feel his cheeks growing flushed as blood rushed through his body, targeting the area between his legs. He felt his sweatpants tighten around his growing erection, and it wasn’t because of the scene on the tv — it’s because he was imagining the two of you in the scene.

“Baby, are you okay?” You asked, looking up at him with a concerned look.

With the way your puppy eyes looked at him, he couldn’t help himself. Leaning down and holding your face, he connected to your lips in a passionate dance, no room for misunderstanding of his desperation. Your lips moved together perfectly, tongues swirling against each other and tasting every inch of your mouths.

Readjusting your position to a more comfortable one, you sat up and pushed against him accidentally, he moaned deeply into your mouth. That was when you became more aware of his state, the hardened length pushing itself up into your clothed pussy, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. He pulled away from the kiss suddenly, a light pink brushing over his cheeks in embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… y’know…” Looking down at the tent in his pants as he apologised for it. “We don’t have to go any further if you’re not ready-” Cutting him off with a chaste kiss to his lips, the softness of yours mixing with the plumpness of his, you pulled away and held his face delicately, looking deep into his eyes.

“I want to,” You smiled softly, watching as his pupils dilated with excitement. “I’m ready to if you are-”

“I am.” The instant response from him made you giggle before he chased your lips once more.

He kissed you deeply, tongue flicking your bottom lip for granted access before exploring your mouth once more. The kiss was lustful and desperate, emotions shown from the both of you. Your hips automatically started to grind over his, his hands gripping tightly to them and guiding you with rhythmic pulls. He groaned into the kiss at the friction, pushing his hips up into yours and following your movements.

You could feel the wet patch growing within your underwear, soaking through the fabric and onto your sweats, the friction something you’ve never experienced before — either of you.

Yeosang already felt like he was about to fall over the edge, desperately rutting himself up against you and enjoying the way your hips would jolt every time his clothed length pressed against your heated core. Your lips moved away from his, crossing down his jaw and neck and sucking pretty purple bruises into his sensitive skin, his moans turning more to high whines as you continued to grind down on him. 

A sudden knot grew in your stomach, ready to snap as Yeosang pulled your hips deeper into him, your wetness smearing against your skin. The both of you were desperate, so close to reaching your highs that your bodies moved over each other in fast motions. Lips connected in an open mouth kiss, your moans were escaping through the cracks as your high crashed down on you. Your body jolted as your hips rubbed against Yeosang, his tight grip on them almost painful but adding another sense of pleasure for you. His was quick to follow, his grey sweatpants forming a dark patch around his crotch as he spurted white ropes into them, his dick twitching in the aftershocks.

Your head buried itself into the crook of his neck, his hands rubbing your back soothingly as you both came down from your first highs of the night. Pulling away and looking deep into his eyes, you could still read so much lust and desire in them, yours returning with the same intense emotions.

His fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up and pulling it over your head, watching as your bare breasts bounced out. He was hypnotised, and the sudden attention to them started making you feel slightly insecure. Your arms were quick to cover your naked chest, but his hands moved faster.

“No, don’t cover yourself, beautiful.” He whined, removing your protective arms and gazing lovingly at your body, not an ounce of judgement in his eyes. “I need to see how perfect you are.”

His eyes moved over your body, memorising every inch he could see, his fingertips lightly grazing over the curvature. Noticing you still had discomfort, he removed his own shirt and watched as your eyes grew in shock, a red flush creeping up his neck and through his cheeks.

You had seen him shirtless before, at the pool or after a shower, but this time felt different. You were up close and personal with his muscular body; his abs that were perfectly carved, his biceps that bulged every time he tensed them, the veins that ran from his hands and up his forearms. You were convinced he was the son of Aphrodite herself.

As your eyes moved back up to his face, his puppy eyes stared deeply back at you, one of his hands slowly palming one of your breasts. Asking permission with his eyes, he moved his head towards your chest and slowly swirled his tongue over your sensitive nipple. Suckling your nipple between his swollen lips, his tongue flicked over the bud and drew out soft moans from you, his other hand folding with your other breast and not leaving it neglected. Your back arched naturally at the sensations, not wanting him to stop until you felt his dick harden once again.

Your hand lightly tugged at the band of his sweatpants, he pulled away from your chest to look down before back up at you, a small smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. You began to slowly move your body down his, giving you a better view of his clothed erection, the wet patch from his previous orgasm prominent in the grey fabric causing him to blush shyly.

“Can I?” You looked up at him, asking without properly asking but he understood what you wanted, sending you a small nod.

You pulled down his sweatpants slowly, the bulge in his boxers larger now that it’s more freed. His breath hitched once his boxers joined his pants, the cool air hitting his pulsing cock as it flung out. Not only was his face and body blessed by Greek gods, his cock was also graced with the same perfection. The size intimidated you a little, worried about the eventual stretch you would feel as he would fill you up.

He watched intently as you carefully wrapped your hand around his length, he almost moaned just at the sight of it. You slowly began to pump your hand over him, squeezing lightly at the reddened tip that was leaking precum. Yeosang threw his head back against the headboard, soft moans filtering the room over the background music of the long forgotten movie — you felt yourself growing wetter with every groan that left his lips.

Confidence grew within you and before you knew it, your lips were wrapping themselves around Yeosang’s swollen tip, tracing over it and collecting precum on your tongue before pushing your head down on his length. A louder moan came from Yeosang, the sudden warmth of your mouth on his hardened cock causing incredible pleasure every time your cheeks sunk in around it.

“Oh god, baby… j-just like that, fuck...” He whimpered, the words stuttering out with struggle.

Your hand pumped what couldn’t fit in your mouth as you continued to swallow him whole, looking up at him through your lashes and watching his face relax and contort with each movement. You weren’t entirely sure what to do, only following the sounds of his enjoyment — and god, they were beautiful sounds.

One of his hands made their way to your hair, stroking the strands lovely and moving any pieces that fell across your face and blocked his new favourite view. His moans grew higher, free hand clenching at the sheets below as his high grew near once again. As the knot grew in his stomach, his grip on your hair tightened slightly — not enough to hurt or control, but enough to encourage you to continue.

“Fuck… I’m gonna come again!” He whined as your cheeks sunk around him, sucking him so deeply into the back of your throat you almost gagged.

Moving your head deeper down his length, his tip began hitting the back of your throat, light tears running down your cheeks. Yeosang groaned loudly as his high crashed over him, his hand unintentionally holding you down as his warm cum burst into your mouth. The salty taste was new, but enjoyable because it came from him.

As the final spurts spilled through, his hand loosened and his head threw back against the bed. Lifting your head and finally getting full breaths, you wiped your chin of the small escaped drips before swallowing the rest. Yeosang looked at your face and the dried tears on your flushed cheeks, and his face filled with instant regret. “Oh my god baby, I’m s-so sorry… I didn’t realise-”

“It’s okay Sangie,” You hands cupped his distressed face before leaving a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m happy I could make you feel good.”

And that was the truth. You would do that all over again, for hours, if it meant you could listen to the sounds of his pleasured moans again.

His arm wrapped around your waist before swiftly flipping you over, your back now flat on the mattress. Connecting your lips passionately, he tasted himself all over them, driving him insane — like that was his claim on you. You were forever his.

“Let me return the favour.” He smirked before kissing his way down your stomach until his head laid between your legs.

Quickly discarding your pants, your soaked panties the only thing protecting you, you watched as his eyes stared in amazement at the wet patch on them. He began placing soft kisses over your clothed clit, relishing in the way your hips twitched with every teasing placement. Slipping his fingers at the waistband, your panties hit the floor in an instant.

Your slit glistened with slick wetness, a beautiful sight for Yeosang, knowing he was the one to make you this wet. Placing feather light kisses over your soft inner thighs, he looked up at you through his long lashes. “Tell me what feels good.”

You gave him a shy nod, one of your hands gently covering half of your face. He smiled timidly before dipping his tongue and sliding it through your folds, collecting all your slick on the tip. Once his tongue flicked just over your clit, a small moan escaped your lips, and that’s when all his inexperience went out the window.

His tongue circled your bundle of nerves with precision and a gentle touch, looking up and watching as your body began to lose control. One of his hands interlocked with yours, holding on securely whilst the other traced the curvature of your hips. As your head threw back into the pillow beneath it, your moans were uncontrollable. He sucked your bud in between his lips, tongue still swiftly swirling over it. Using his free hand, he began tracing your entrance with his fingertips, still watching your every move through his lashes.

“Can I finger you, baby?” Yeosang’s voice sounded like velvet in your blissed out brain.

“Please…” You whined desperately, almost embarrassingly.

With confirmation, he inserted a long finger in you, your walls automatically clenching around it. His mouth reconnected with your swollen clit before he slowly began to push his digit in and out of you, curling upwards slightly. The sensation was undeniably addictive, for both you and him. He was going insane listening to your moans, his dick hardening once again and his own groans vibrating through your core.

The stretching feeling of a second finger entered you, and you clenched desperately around him once again, almost holding him in place. You could feel yourself getting closer with every curl of his digits and every flick of his tongue — and he could tell as well, the sound of your moans heightening in pitch was all he needed.

His long fingers began to fasten, his lips still coiled around your clit and lapping his tongue over it. He watched as your stomach tightened, your fingers strangling around his own, preparing to fall over the edge. With curled fingers deep inside of you and one harsh suck on your bud, your orgasm washed over you in a wave. Your vision blurred and your hips jolted up into his mouth as you came. His motions began to slow as you came down from your high, drinking up all the syrup that spilled from you.

Your eyes were lidded and breaths were heavy, too focused on your post orgasm bliss to notice that Yeosang was now hovered above you peppering soft kisses on your face. His face was coated in a pink blush, lips puffy and shining in a mixture of his saliva and your essence, he looked more beautiful than ever. “Was that okay?”

“It was amazing.” You sighed, almost in a giggle. You found it kind of humorous that he was asking as if your orgasm wasn’t currently coating his lips. “I want more… I want you.”

He lightly giggled before placing a chaste kiss on your lips, turning towards the bedside table and pulling a condom out of the drawer, opening it and slipping it on quickly before returning above you. He didn’t want to move too fast, wanting you to calm from your previous high in the case of accidently rushing you. Cupping your cheeks, he placed soft kisses on the corner of your lips and down your jaw, so gentle like you were made of porcelain.

“If you want me to stop at all, please tell me.” He lifted his head, his deep brown eyes instantly finding the validation in yours. “I’ll go slow, I don’t want to hurt my favourite girl.”

Sliding his dick through your slick before lining himself up with your entrance, he looked at you lovingly one last time before beginning to enter. The slow stretch was torturous, tears quickly glassing over your eyes as he steadily continued until he bottomed out.

Though he wanted so desperately to move, to pump in and out of you with purpose, he remained still and let you adjust to the stretch, continuously asking if you were alright whilst placing soft kisses over your plump cheeks. The two of you stayed unmoving, embracing a closeness neither of you have felt with anyone before. Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, arms clasped around his neck and muscular shoulders.

Although you enjoyed the silent romance of the limited space between the two of you, you wanted to feel him deeper, rolling your hips upwards slowly to encourage movement. He was quick to understand, eyes still locked on your face and watching for any discomfort as he began to pump himself in and out of you. It was slow but helped reduce the pain to pleasure fast, your hips grinding to match his movements.

“Faster..” A breathy moan escaped your lips, and Yeosang understood you perfectly.

His pace heightened yet still held a sense of cautiousness, but you could tell he was hopelessly holding himself back from full power. Even with such attentiveness, he was still hitting spots you never knew existing, and the coil in your stomach began to grow quickly once more. Your hips rolled into each other perfectly, like you were made for it.

His head cuddled into the crook of your neck, small kisses and light sucked hickies being placed along the base as his high grew closer. The sounds of skin slapping and a mixture of both of your moans of pleasure began to filter the room, completely discarding the still playing movie in the background. Both of you were so close, so in sync with each other’s bodies and emotions.

Yeosang��s thrusts began to grow sloppier the closer he got, your legs slightly shaking around his waist as you joined him. With a final pump into you, the two of you joined each other in blissful orgasms, bodies sweaty and shaking around each other. White ropes spilled into the condom as your gummy walls tightened around him, milking him of everything you could whilst your body grew limp from the power of your third and final orgasm of the night. Your bodies were glued together with sweat, heavy breaths filled the warm sex-scented air as you remained still for a minute.

Once Yeosang recovered from his harsh orgasm, he lifted his head from your neck and slowly pulled himself out of you. The sudden absence of his dick shocked you, your body already couldn’t wait for more. Quickly discarding the used condom to the bin, he joined you back on the bed and pulled you into his arms, your head resting on his chest comfortably. A simple silence sat between the two of you, embarking in the moment that neither of you would forget. Your bodies were tired, your eyes almost betraying you to sleep before you heard a soft voice from above you.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Yeosang placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Good… kind of sleepy.” You smiled sheepishly into his warm skin, causing him to giggle.

“Me too, but before we fall asleep… can I ask,” The shyness in his voice reminded you that he was still concerned and worrying about you. “Was that all… okay?”

You lifted your head from his chest, staring up at him through half-lidded eyes before placing a soft but long lasting kiss on his lips. “It was perfect, you’re perfect.”

His eyes twinkled with devotion, a small smile curling on his lips before he let you rest your head once more. Pulling the blanket over the warmth of your connected bodies, the two of you drifted to sleep, the soft music of the forgotten movie’s credits playing in the background.

author's note this has been in my drafts for so long... i told @hwalighters i would write a yeosang fic over a few months ago and they've probably forgotten now but here it is queen !! (i'm sorry it's so late) ♡

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written by planet-hwa™

[planet-hwa]

VIRTUE — 여상

✎ summary being in your early twenties without any relationship experience was the most embarrassing thing to you. everyone around you had already had their first relationships, kisses, sexual experiences but you. it felt extremely lonely, like you had missed out on everything. that was until you met yeosang, someone who felt the same way as you.

pairing virgin!yeosang x virgin!reader genre very sweet and cutesy smut word count 3.6k

warnings MDNI !! pet names, swearing, loss of virginity, dirty thoughts, mentions of pornography, dryhumping, clothed orgasms, breast play, hand jobs, blow jobs, swallowing, cunnilingus, fingering, protected sex, cockwarming?, aftercare

❝ could you be my first time, eat me up like apple pie ❞ 🎧 now playing   high school sweethearts ; melanie martinez

Being in your early twenties without any relationship experience was the most embarrassing thing to you. Everyone around you had already had their first relationships, kisses, sexual experiences but you. It felt extremely lonely, like you had missed out on everything.

That was until you met Yeosang, someone who felt the same way as you. He had little experiences as well, only ever sharing a few kisses with people at parties. The two of you became close friends quickly, and when you realised you had developed romantic feelings for each other, you started to hangout more; going on little dates together. It took four dates for you to share a kiss, a soft dance of inexperience yet it was perfect. When you two eventually made it official, you agreed to take things slow, neither of you wanting to rush the other. But the sexual tension began building quickly within the two of you, each without the knowledge of the other’s desires. 

Yeosang was extremely shy when it came to physical touch, whether it was just a simple hand hold or cuddling in bed, he was always cautious to initiate the first move — but he always did because he also knew you were too nervous to do it. When it grew close to a year in your relationship, you began to question when the two of you would take it to the next level. Questions filled your unqualified brain; was there a time in a relationship you were meant to have sex, were you moving too quickly or too slowly, did you even want to?

The answer to that last question was yes, you did want to, so desperately. Though it was perverted of you, you couldn’t help but get off to the thought of it.

What it would feel like to grind against him…

What it would feel like to be eaten out by him… and to return the favour…

What it would feel like for him to be deep inside you…

These thoughts filled your brain on a daily basis, ruining any sense of innocence you held. But you were nervous to bring any of it up with Yeosang, a fear of rejection bubbling inside of you — unknown that he was having the exact same thoughts as you.

He started imagining romantic, sexual scenarios regularly, growing hard with every thought of it, and not always at the best times. Whether he was home alone, or at work, or sitting next to you, blood would rush between his legs with even the smallest thought of you beneath him. He felt just as guilty as you felt about your thoughts, the both of you not knowing that the other wanted it just as bad.

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Scrolling through the endless list of downloaded movies on Yeosang’s tv, you finally picked a random romance you hadn’t heard of, not knowing of the spiciness settled under the innocent sounding title. Yeosang wandered in with snacks and drinks, setting them aside to climb into the bed next to you, his arm quick to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. Your leg automatically flung over his, his hand resting gently on your hip and placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

As the movie started, the night began smoothly, until a certain scene in the movie played. It started off with a simple passionate makeout session, nothing the two of you hadn’t watched in a movie before, until it grew fiery enough to be considered pornography. You felt your stomach turning and butterflies swirling, a heat growing between your legs that you tried your hardest to ignore.

That was until you felt Yeosang twitch underneath your touch, his breath seeming to hitch any time your body would move slightly against him. He could feel his cheeks growing flushed as blood rushed through his body, targeting the area between his legs. He felt his sweatpants tighten around his growing erection, and it wasn’t because of the scene on the tv — it’s because he was imagining the two of you in the scene.

“Baby, are you okay?” You asked, looking up at him with a concerned look.

With the way your puppy eyes looked at him, he couldn’t help himself. Leaning down and holding your face, he connected to your lips in a passionate dance, no room for misunderstanding of his desperation. Your lips moved together perfectly, tongues swirling against each other and tasting every inch of your mouths.

Readjusting your position to a more comfortable one, you sat up and pushed against him accidentally, he moaned deeply into your mouth. That was when you became more aware of his state, the hardened length pushing itself up into your clothed pussy, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. He pulled away from the kiss suddenly, a light pink brushing over his cheeks in embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… y’know…” Looking down at the tent in his pants as he apologised for it. “We don’t have to go any further if you’re not ready-” Cutting him off with a chaste kiss to his lips, the softness of yours mixing with the plumpness of his, you pulled away and held his face delicately, looking deep into his eyes.

“I want to,” You smiled softly, watching as his pupils dilated with excitement. “I’m ready to if you are-”

“I am.” The instant response from him made you giggle before he chased your lips once more.

He kissed you deeply, tongue flicking your bottom lip for granted access before exploring your mouth once more. The kiss was lustful and desperate, emotions shown from the both of you. Your hips automatically started to grind over his, his hands gripping tightly to them and guiding you with rhythmic pulls. He groaned into the kiss at the friction, pushing his hips up into yours and following your movements.

You could feel the wet patch growing within your underwear, soaking through the fabric and onto your sweats, the friction something you’ve never experienced before — either of you.

Yeosang already felt like he was about to fall over the edge, desperately rutting himself up against you and enjoying the way your hips would jolt every time his clothed length pressed against your heated core. Your lips moved away from his, crossing down his jaw and neck and sucking pretty purple bruises into his sensitive skin, his moans turning more to high whines as you continued to grind down on him. 

A sudden knot grew in your stomach, ready to snap as Yeosang pulled your hips deeper into him, your wetness smearing against your skin. The both of you were desperate, so close to reaching your highs that your bodies moved over each other in fast motions. Lips connected in an open mouth kiss, your moans were escaping through the cracks as your high crashed down on you. Your body jolted as your hips rubbed against Yeosang, his tight grip on them almost painful but adding another sense of pleasure for you. His was quick to follow, his grey sweatpants forming a dark patch around his crotch as he spurted white ropes into them, his dick twitching in the aftershocks.

Your head buried itself into the crook of his neck, his hands rubbing your back soothingly as you both came down from your first highs of the night. Pulling away and looking deep into his eyes, you could still read so much lust and desire in them, yours returning with the same intense emotions.

His fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up and pulling it over your head, watching as your bare breasts bounced out. He was hypnotised, and the sudden attention to them started making you feel slightly insecure. Your arms were quick to cover your naked chest, but his hands moved faster.

“No, don’t cover yourself, beautiful.” He whined, removing your protective arms and gazing lovingly at your body, not an ounce of judgement in his eyes. “I need to see how perfect you are.”

His eyes moved over your body, memorising every inch he could see, his fingertips lightly grazing over the curvature. Noticing you still had discomfort, he removed his own shirt and watched as your eyes grew in shock, a red flush creeping up his neck and through his cheeks.

You had seen him shirtless before, at the pool or after a shower, but this time felt different. You were up close and personal with his muscular body; his abs that were perfectly carved, his biceps that bulged every time he tensed them, the veins that ran from his hands and up his forearms. You were convinced he was the son of Aphrodite herself.

As your eyes moved back up to his face, his puppy eyes stared deeply back at you, one of his hands slowly palming one of your breasts. Asking permission with his eyes, he moved his head towards your chest and slowly swirled his tongue over your sensitive nipple. Suckling your nipple between his swollen lips, his tongue flicked over the bud and drew out soft moans from you, his other hand folding with your other breast and not leaving it neglected. Your back arched naturally at the sensations, not wanting him to stop until you felt his dick harden once again.

Your hand lightly tugged at the band of his sweatpants, he pulled away from your chest to look down before back up at you, a small smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. You began to slowly move your body down his, giving you a better view of his clothed erection, the wet patch from his previous orgasm prominent in the grey fabric causing him to blush shyly.

“Can I?” You looked up at him, asking without properly asking but he understood what you wanted, sending you a small nod.

You pulled down his sweatpants slowly, the bulge in his boxers larger now that it’s more freed. His breath hitched once his boxers joined his pants, the cool air hitting his pulsing cock as it flung out. Not only was his face and body blessed by Greek gods, his cock was also graced with the same perfection. The size intimidated you a little, worried about the eventual stretch you would feel as he would fill you up.

He watched intently as you carefully wrapped your hand around his length, he almost moaned just at the sight of it. You slowly began to pump your hand over him, squeezing lightly at the reddened tip that was leaking precum. Yeosang threw his head back against the headboard, soft moans filtering the room over the background music of the long forgotten movie — you felt yourself growing wetter with every groan that left his lips.

Confidence grew within you and before you knew it, your lips were wrapping themselves around Yeosang’s swollen tip, tracing over it and collecting precum on your tongue before pushing your head down on his length. A louder moan came from Yeosang, the sudden warmth of your mouth on his hardened cock causing incredible pleasure every time your cheeks sunk in around it.

“Oh god, baby… j-just like that, fuck...” He whimpered, the words stuttering out with struggle.

Your hand pumped what couldn’t fit in your mouth as you continued to swallow him whole, looking up at him through your lashes and watching his face relax and contort with each movement. You weren’t entirely sure what to do, only following the sounds of his enjoyment — and god, they were beautiful sounds.

One of his hands made their way to your hair, stroking the strands lovely and moving any pieces that fell across your face and blocked his new favourite view. His moans grew higher, free hand clenching at the sheets below as his high grew near once again. As the knot grew in his stomach, his grip on your hair tightened slightly — not enough to hurt or control, but enough to encourage you to continue.

“Fuck… I’m gonna come again!” He whined as your cheeks sunk around him, sucking him so deeply into the back of your throat you almost gagged.

Moving your head deeper down his length, his tip began hitting the back of your throat, light tears running down your cheeks. Yeosang groaned loudly as his high crashed over him, his hand unintentionally holding you down as his warm cum burst into your mouth. The salty taste was new, but enjoyable because it came from him.

As the final spurts spilled through, his hand loosened and his head threw back against the bed. Lifting your head and finally getting full breaths, you wiped your chin of the small escaped drips before swallowing the rest. Yeosang looked at your face and the dried tears on your flushed cheeks, and his face filled with instant regret. “Oh my god baby, I’m s-so sorry… I didn’t realise-”

“It’s okay Sangie,” You hands cupped his distressed face before leaving a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m happy I could make you feel good.”

And that was the truth. You would do that all over again, for hours, if it meant you could listen to the sounds of his pleasured moans again.

His arm wrapped around your waist before swiftly flipping you over, your back now flat on the mattress. Connecting your lips passionately, he tasted himself all over them, driving him insane — like that was his claim on you. You were forever his.

“Let me return the favour.” He smirked before kissing his way down your stomach until his head laid between your legs.

Quickly discarding your pants, your soaked panties the only thing protecting you, you watched as his eyes stared in amazement at the wet patch on them. He began placing soft kisses over your clothed clit, relishing in the way your hips twitched with every teasing placement. Slipping his fingers at the waistband, your panties hit the floor in an instant.

Your slit glistened with slick wetness, a beautiful sight for Yeosang, knowing he was the one to make you this wet. Placing feather light kisses over your soft inner thighs, he looked up at you through his long lashes. “Tell me what feels good.”

You gave him a shy nod, one of your hands gently covering half of your face. He smiled timidly before dipping his tongue and sliding it through your folds, collecting all your slick on the tip. Once his tongue flicked just over your clit, a small moan escaped your lips, and that’s when all his inexperience went out the window.

His tongue circled your bundle of nerves with precision and a gentle touch, looking up and watching as your body began to lose control. One of his hands interlocked with yours, holding on securely whilst the other traced the curvature of your hips. As your head threw back into the pillow beneath it, your moans were uncontrollable. He sucked your bud in between his lips, tongue still swiftly swirling over it. Using his free hand, he began tracing your entrance with his fingertips, still watching your every move through his lashes.

“Can I finger you, baby?” Yeosang’s voice sounded like velvet in your blissed out brain.

“Please…” You whined desperately, almost embarrassingly.

With confirmation, he inserted a long finger in you, your walls automatically clenching around it. His mouth reconnected with your swollen clit before he slowly began to push his digit in and out of you, curling upwards slightly. The sensation was undeniably addictive, for both you and him. He was going insane listening to your moans, his dick hardening once again and his own groans vibrating through your core.

The stretching feeling of a second finger entered you, and you clenched desperately around him once again, almost holding him in place. You could feel yourself getting closer with every curl of his digits and every flick of his tongue — and he could tell as well, the sound of your moans heightening in pitch was all he needed.

His long fingers began to fasten, his lips still coiled around your clit and lapping his tongue over it. He watched as your stomach tightened, your fingers strangling around his own, preparing to fall over the edge. With curled fingers deep inside of you and one harsh suck on your bud, your orgasm washed over you in a wave. Your vision blurred and your hips jolted up into his mouth as you came. His motions began to slow as you came down from your high, drinking up all the syrup that spilled from you.

Your eyes were lidded and breaths were heavy, too focused on your post orgasm bliss to notice that Yeosang was now hovered above you peppering soft kisses on your face. His face was coated in a pink blush, lips puffy and shining in a mixture of his saliva and your essence, he looked more beautiful than ever. “Was that okay?”

“It was amazing.” You sighed, almost in a giggle. You found it kind of humorous that he was asking as if your orgasm wasn’t currently coating his lips. “I want more… I want you.”

He lightly giggled before placing a chaste kiss on your lips, turning towards the bedside table and pulling a condom out of the drawer, opening it and slipping it on quickly before returning above you. He didn’t want to move too fast, wanting you to calm from your previous high in the case of accidently rushing you. Cupping your cheeks, he placed soft kisses on the corner of your lips and down your jaw, so gentle like you were made of porcelain.

“If you want me to stop at all, please tell me.” He lifted his head, his deep brown eyes instantly finding the validation in yours. “I’ll go slow, I don’t want to hurt my favourite girl.”

Sliding his dick through your slick before lining himself up with your entrance, he looked at you lovingly one last time before beginning to enter. The slow stretch was torturous, tears quickly glassing over your eyes as he steadily continued until he bottomed out.

Though he wanted so desperately to move, to pump in and out of you with purpose, he remained still and let you adjust to the stretch, continuously asking if you were alright whilst placing soft kisses over your plump cheeks. The two of you stayed unmoving, embracing a closeness neither of you have felt with anyone before. Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, arms clasped around his neck and muscular shoulders.

Although you enjoyed the silent romance of the limited space between the two of you, you wanted to feel him deeper, rolling your hips upwards slowly to encourage movement. He was quick to understand, eyes still locked on your face and watching for any discomfort as he began to pump himself in and out of you. It was slow but helped reduce the pain to pleasure fast, your hips grinding to match his movements.

“Faster..” A breathy moan escaped your lips, and Yeosang understood you perfectly.

His pace heightened yet still held a sense of cautiousness, but you could tell he was hopelessly holding himself back from full power. Even with such attentiveness, he was still hitting spots you never knew existing, and the coil in your stomach began to grow quickly once more. Your hips rolled into each other perfectly, like you were made for it.

His head cuddled into the crook of your neck, small kisses and light sucked hickies being placed along the base as his high grew closer. The sounds of skin slapping and a mixture of both of your moans of pleasure began to filter the room, completely discarding the still playing movie in the background. Both of you were so close, so in sync with each other’s bodies and emotions.

Yeosang’s thrusts began to grow sloppier the closer he got, your legs slightly shaking around his waist as you joined him. With a final pump into you, the two of you joined each other in blissful orgasms, bodies sweaty and shaking around each other. White ropes spilled into the condom as your gummy walls tightened around him, milking him of everything you could whilst your body grew limp from the power of your third and final orgasm of the night. Your bodies were glued together with sweat, heavy breaths filled the warm sex-scented air as you remained still for a minute.

Once Yeosang recovered from his harsh orgasm, he lifted his head from your neck and slowly pulled himself out of you. The sudden absence of his dick shocked you, your body already couldn’t wait for more. Quickly discarding the used condom to the bin, he joined you back on the bed and pulled you into his arms, your head resting on his chest comfortably. A simple silence sat between the two of you, embarking in the moment that neither of you would forget. Your bodies were tired, your eyes almost betraying you to sleep before you heard a soft voice from above you.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Yeosang placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Good… kind of sleepy.” You smiled sheepishly into his warm skin, causing him to giggle.

“Me too, but before we fall asleep… can I ask,” The shyness in his voice reminded you that he was still concerned and worrying about you. “Was that all… okay?”

You lifted your head from his chest, staring up at him through half-lidded eyes before placing a soft but long lasting kiss on his lips. “It was perfect, you’re perfect.”

His eyes twinkled with devotion, a small smile curling on his lips before he let you rest your head once more. Pulling the blanket over the warmth of your connected bodies, the two of you drifted to sleep, the soft music of the forgotten movie’s credits playing in the background.

author's note this has been in my drafts for so long... i told @hwalighters i would write a yeosang fic over a few months ago and they've probably forgotten now but here it is queen !! (i'm sorry it's so late) ♡

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written by planet-hwa™

[planet-hwa]

just want to let everyone know that bad boy facade is on a bit of a hiatus until i sort everything out, but it will return soon !!

BAD BOY FACADE MASTERLIST — 산

✎ summary sometimes the good boys are actually bad, and the bad boys are actually good — but sometimes they're exactly as they seem. choi san was the stereotypical definition of a bad boy: arrogant, careless, manipulative, seductive fuckboy who could have any girl wrapped around his finger with a wink of his eye. i mean... they do say "all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you". so when the infamous bad boy of the town got transferred to your school, he was surrounded by girls desperate for his attention within minutes, all wanting the chance to "fix him" — every single one but you. your best friend, yeosang, warned you to never get mixed up with san, knowing it would end with him picking up pieces of your broken heart. but how could you stay away once he looked at you with so much emotion behind his cold eyes?

pairing     badboy!san x reader  genre     high school au, strangers to lovers slow burn word count     32.8k status     incomplete - on a hiatus

general warnings MDNI mentions of gang affiliations, drugs, drinking and smoking, criminal behaviour, family issues, toxic relationships, smut (♨ on chapters that include smut) — more extent warnings will be on each post

🎧 a playlist for the series

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8 chapter 9 chapter 10 chapter 11 chapter 12 chapter 13 chapter 14 chapter 15 chapter 16 chapter 17.1 chapter 17.2 chapter 18 chapter 19 chapter 20 chapter 21 chapter 22 chapter 23 chapter 24 chapter 25

extra contents   ◦  badboy!san headcanons

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written by planet-hwa™

[planet-hwa]

SQUID GAME TEASER — 에이티즈

✎ summary every game has a winner at the end...

genre     squid game au word count     unknown status     incomplete

general warnings swearing, financial instabilities, gore and blood, betrayal, loss of emotions, mentions of death

🎧 a playlist for the series

Jongho’s POV

For years, people have made bets on things; whether that be horses or dogs, or silly gambling games in casinos — betting on the winner has always been the answer. Though these bets were placed on skills and consistency, it always came down to luck.

When a large consistency of the South Korean population started to vanish yearly, nobody batted an eye, nobody but me. There was never an explanation as to why specifically 456 people vanished into thin air at the same time each year, no bodies ever being found for evidence. Maybe if the people missing were influential within society, more citizens would notice, but it seems as though the majority of disappearing people were nothing more than gamblers and debtors. The only people who noticed their absence were family members, but even after a few days, they would give up and believe they left them behind to deal with their debts.

But I was never convinced.

After years of trying to figure out what was happening, I finally cracked it.

At least, I figured out who was luring these innocent people into their unbeknownst disappearances.

Seeing the man at the train station, playing ddakji, a children’s game, with his next victim and convincing them with money they so desperately needed. Every time he won, he would slap his opponent clean across the face, their cheeks reddening with every loss. But once they won, he would hand them a small amount of cash, along with a card that had small shapes drawn on one side and a phone number drawn on the other before disappearing.

The man was unlocatable, as if he didn’t even exist.

So, I had to find a different way into the games, find a way to manipulate the system into choosing me — a detective who was heavily financially supported, now disguised as a depressed gambler in desperate need of his next big win.

Little did I know that once I got into the games, it would be the biggest regret in my entire life.

chapter 1 the contract chapter 2 red light, green light chapter 3 eight makes one team chapter 4 lights out chapter 5 lost his marbles chapter 6 skyfall chapter 7 the final man

author's note do i have a series currently going? yes. am i also in the midst of planning a seonghwa series? yes. do i also have tons of drafts and requests to get through? yes, so many. HOWEVER i can't just post one series so this series will start in a while: but unlike bad boy facade, i will complete this entire series before posting it and post it all within one week. this post is more of a taglist collecting so please comment if you want to be added !!

also, all the games are mixed through all three original seasons of squid games. i chose my favourite games mostly or the ones that would produce the most angst... *cough cough* the marble game *cough cough* WHO SAID THAT !!

✉ taglist comment to be added

written by planet-hwa™

[planet-hwa]

hi guys !!

just wanted to remind everyone to be patient with requests, i have so many drafts i'm working through plus multiple series so it takes time to fulfil requests.

any time i get a request, i put it into my google docs from earliest to latest and complete them in order so please be patient <3

[planet-hwa]

hi~

im really enjoying your san fanfic series, will you ever complete it?

p.s you are seriously talented writer

thank you anon ♡

yes, i will return to the san series very soon. ngl i lowkey forgot about tumblr for a bit since i was so busy but i'm trying my best to return with good fics.

[planet-hwa]

BAD BOY FACADE CHAPTER 7 — 산

. . . ⇢ previous chapter  ◦  series masterlist word count 4.1k

warnings     swearing, overthinking, smoking

❝ and tell me why does my heart burn when i see your face ❞ 🎧 now playing   heartburn ; wafia

“Dude, where the hell have you been?” Mingi asked, watching as the door to Wooyoung’s den, aka their casual hangout spot in the back of his parents yard, opened and gazing his eyes over San’s bruised body. “Shit, you look like… well, shit.”

“Fuck off, I look better than you on a good day.” San scoffed, Mingi’s eyes widening in offence but not returning with an argument, because he knows he’d lose.

San flopped his tired body down onto the leather couch, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, it was still throbbing from the heavy punches of the previous night. Wooyoung was quick to notice the bandages wrapped around his hands, curious as to where they came from. He knew San never cared if he got hurt, let alone if his injuries became infected from the lack of treatment he’d give them, so seeing him with cleaned cuts and tight wrappings was definitely suspicious.

“We went by your house but your mum said you didn’t come home,” Wooyoung mentioned, his eyes still wary and glued to San’s hands. “Where’d you get those?”

San lifted his head and squinted his eyes at the boy, before following his gaze onto his hands, the memory of you wrapping them for him returning. But he couldn’t tell Wooyoung it was you, so all he said was. “Just from a friend.”

“That’s not possible, we’re your only friends.” Jongho chimed in, the sarcastic comment earning him the finger from San, Mingi laughing squeakily on the sideline before returning to shoveling food into his large mouth.

Wooyoung, in his unusually sober state, could easily read that San was lying. He had a feeling he knew exactly where San was as well, because he happened to end up out the front of a familiar house too, but he would never let that slip. Wooyoung pinched at the bloody fabric of the bandage, causing San to wince and flinch his hand away, rubbing it soothingly and death glaring at the oreo-haired boy.

“But seriously, where were you?” He lowered his voice, not encouraging the engagement of the other two boys, who feasted on the food Wooyoung’s mother brought in for them.

“I just told you,” San snapped slightly, lowering his head against the back of the couch once more. “With a friend.” Wooyoung hummed sceptically.

“That ‘friend’ didn’t happen to be Y/N, right?” San’s head snapped to face the boy, watching as Wooyoung’s eyebrow cocked up at his quick reaction. “Seriously dude, what is your obsession with this chick?”

He rolled his eyes and ignored the question, not wanting to bring any more attention to the topic. But Wooyoung was always persistent, and could never leave well enough alone. He poked and prodded at San with questions about you before the boy finally snapped.

“And where did you go after, Woo?” San taunted, a slight smirk curling on his lips — he also had a suspicious feeling about how his friend’s night ended.

“Home.” Wooyoung quickly answered, leaving no room for suspicion.

But if he wanted to push San, he was gonna push back. “Oh really, whose home?”

Wooyoung stood up in a haste with tight fists, drawing the attention of the two other boys. He stared down at San, intense aggression held in his gaze before storming out of the den. The three remaining boys watched as he slammed the door, hard enough for it to shake the room, Mingi and Jongho returning to feast in silent confusion. San rolled his eyes at the two boys, as well as at Wooyoung’s attitude of not being able to take what he dishes out.

Finally with a sense of privacy, San pulled his phone from his pocket, checking for any notifications only to be met with a blank screen. His brows furrowed in confusion, definitely expecting to have received at least one message from you, maybe checking where he went and how he was feeling — but there was nothing.

Truly, what did he expect though? He was the one who left before you woke, though he quietly observed you before leaving, before making a swift exit like he usually would with a one time girl. Yet, you weren’t a one time girl, the two of you didn’t sleep together. He didn’t know what you were exactly, these feelings were ones he was discovering for the first time, and he didn’t know how to handle them.

So, he did the thing he was best at.

Ignoring.

________________________

Waking up with the absence of San next to you was a bit of a shock. The clothes he borrowed were folded neatly on the floor, along with the blankets and pillows he slept with on the mattress which he tucked underneath your bed. It was like he was never there.

You grabbed your phone and glanced at the bright screen, scrolling through your notifications in search of a message from him, but there was nothing. As you started to get ready for school, you couldn’t help but think about why he left without any notice. Maybe he was in a rush, or maybe he felt unwelcome — maybe he regretted showing up at your front door in the first place. If your brain didn’t overthink every scenario with negative impact, it would probably come up with a reasonable solution, but it can’t do that.

You picked up the clothes he borrowed, the scent of his cologne having rubbed off on them and was traveling into your nose, before throwing them into your laundry and packing the pillows and blankets away. The sound of a honking came from outside, glancing out your window and Yeosang’s car in the driveway and hurrying down the stairs. You climbed into the front seat, throwing your bag on the floor before turning to Yeosang, who held a shocked expression on his face.

“You will not believe who showed up at my house last night.”

For the entire drive to school, he explained the whole story of the prior night and the unexpected visit of a certain person, but you weren’t paying too much attention. In your defense you were thinking about your visitor, who you were keeping to yourself for now because you know exactly how Yeosang would react. He would remind how much of a bad person San is, according to him, and how he would just use you and leave you to rot once he got bored. And although that may be true, you needed to find that out for yourself, even if you got hurt.

So the second you arrived at school, your eyes were scanning the courtyard for San, catching a quick glance of the back of his head walking into school with his clique. As if he could feel your gaze on him, even from afar, he turned his head and met your eyes instantly. Your soft expression turned to a confused one the moment he avoided the contact, acting as if he never saw you. It tugged at your heartstrings a little more than you would’ve expected.

Maybe this was the side of him Yeosang warned you about — his true self.

But it made no sense: how can the kind, soft spoken and respectful boy from last night turn so cold? Yes, his motto seemed to be ‘sleep with the girl than ignore her existence’, but the two of you didn’t even have sex, not even sleeping in the same bed even after you offered; an offer that he denied.

So why was he ignoring you?

The only thing you could do was ask him in the homeroom, where his designated seat was right next to you, making you completely unavoidable for him. When the bell indicated the time to go to class, you wandered to your seat, quickly noticing the absence of your seat partner. The second bell rang as you prepared for the class, and there was still no sign of San. You had seen him walk into school, you knew he was here, yet he wasn’t in class. Was he really going this far to avoid you?

Your question was answered 15 minutes into the class, where the broad-shouldered boy entered late and quietly sat down next to you. He didn’t meet your eyes once, not muttering a single word to you. There was a pair of eyes watching you though, the feeling of them burning into the back of your skull tickled at the hairs on your neck, turning to see a deep glare directed at your table by Wooyoung. You weren’t sure why he was staring at you like that, but you noticed his glare switching between you and San with the same intensity.

Confusion was too weak of a word to explain the feelings you felt, it was far beyond confusion. There was a sense of hurt underneath it, along with slight distrust. After fixing up all his injuries and sharing a gentle yet intimate moment with him, all he wanted to do was ignore you. You remained quietly with yourself for the entire class, only sneaking glances at San who still refuses to give you any sort of attention.

It wasn’t until a few minutes before the lunch bell rang that a small piece of folded paper was silently slid towards you, a quick glance was enough to notice the blurred writing underneath. You didn’t touch it, your silent way of showing that San had upset you, and he picked up on it. Glancing between you and the untouched piece of paper, he sighed lightly but loud enough for you to hear it. Once the bell rang, he was quick to leave the classroom and give you the privacy of reading his note. And once he was out of your sight, you finally brought your attention to it, written with the pen he always secretly steals from you (with and without your knowledge).

‘meet me under the bleachers during lunch’

So now he wanted to talk to you, after ignoring you for the past two hours?

It made you angry in a sense, that he didn’t want to acknowledge you in front of people but it was okay if you were alone and hidden from the rest of the school. It also made you reluctant to even meet him, waiting to see how lunch would go first.

You exited the classroom shortly after, discarding the note in the bin on your way out and making your way towards your designated trio spot, Seonghwa and Yeosang already in place. As you made your way through the courtyard, you noticed the lack of stares from earlier in the week, after your humiliation caused by Yunho and Hiraya’s declaration of love for each other. Though a few people still whispered and murmured when you’d walk past them down the hall, you noticed that most of it was because of pity for you and not in a teasing or degrading way.

“I can’t believe he showed up to your house in the middle of the night!” You heard Seonghwa gasp as you sat down next to him. “What did he want?”

Yeosang paused for a second, staring and swirling his fork through his food before stuttering out an answer. “Oh, I uhh, I’m not sure. I didn’t let him talk much.”

Knowing Yeosang a long time meant you picked up on the little ticks from when he would lie, and you noticed his eyebrow twitch just before he spoke. You also knew that it was extremely unlikely for him to turn away anyone, especially Wooyoung, in such an unstable state. And although Yeosang didn’t specify his appearance, you noticed the bruises on his face earlier this morning in the homeroom, the same one that matched San’s face. And considering the state that he showed up at your house in, you could only imagine what a physical and emotional wreck Wooyoung was to go to his ex’s house. But you weren’t going to poke and prod at Yeosang for answers, especially since you didn’t plan on telling him about your guest either.

“I heard that he and his gang got into it with the White Guardians.” Seonghwa claimed, glancing over at the table of four before redirecting his eye contact back to the two of you.

“Yeah, he was pretty bloody and bruised when he showed up.” Yeosang remembered the image of his ex in such a state and caused him to wince slightly. “But that’s a usual Friday night for them.”

“Who are the White Guardians?”

Seonghwa was shocked that you hadn’t heard of them, but then again, you’re not from the side of town that they enjoy to torment and tease. And yet, no matter what side of town you were from, everyone knew of the drama between the two gangs. How they used to work together, exchanging drugs for information until the inevitable end of it all. Seonghwa was quick to catch you up on everything, though your attention was being drawn away once again by a fierce set of feline eyes that glared from across the courtyard.

San watched you intensely, noticing the absence you held in your group’s conversation. It was like the two of you were having a conversation between the far eye contact you held, picking up on the way he nodded his head towards the exit. Before you could process what was happening, he quickly stood up and walked out of the busy courtyard, sending you another indicating glance before exiting.

You knew he was headed to the bleachers, where he wanted you, but how could you leave without causing any suspicion. Your only thought was to come up with a ridiculous excuse. “I just remembered, I have to talk to Ms Waltz about… something.”

“Oh, really?” Yeosang whined, knowing lunch times were the only periods during school that the two of you shared. His attempt at pleading puppy eyes was shut down with your haste to leave. “Fiiine~ we’ll see you next break.”

And with that lame excuse, you left the courtyard without any indication of a lie and headed straight for the football field. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if it was the best idea to see San, but you were desperate for an explanation. Whether or not he was going to give you one was completely up to him.

As you ducked under the bleachers, the scent of cigarettes filled your nose, an intoxicating smell coming from the boy who waited for you. You watched as he held the dart between his two fingers, turning his head from you to puff out the toxic smoke.

“Hey princess,” His voice was soft, holding a sultry undertone. He held the cigarette out to you. “Want a puff?”

Your face cringed at the smell, never holding a liking to cigarettes. “I’m fine, thanks.”

Shrugging his shoulders with a ‘suit yourself’ attitude, he took one last puff before discarding it on the ground, twisting the tip of his shoe into the bud. He leant up against the barricade, crossing his bandaged hands under his arms and gazing his eyes over you. There was a silence held between the two of you, slightly awkward yet with a sense of comfort, until one of you finally plucked the courage to speak.

“Why didn’t you message me?” 

“S-sorry?” You were confused and shocked by his question.

Why would you message him when he was the one that left?

Did he expect you to desperately chase after him like his previous girls?

 “San, you left without any explanation, and before I even woke up.” You explained, and he listened. “What did you expect me to say?”

He wasn’t sure, so he remained silent whilst thoughts rushed through his brain. You were right, and he knew it, having admitted to himself that his sudden and silent exit was wrong. He’s never had to think about all these things before, but with his new found and still confusing feelings towards you, he had to change his ways if he wanted to keep you around.

“Listen San, I’m not sure what you want from me, but I’m not going to let you treat me like all the other girls you lead on. If you only want one thing from me, then you can-”

Your words were cut off by his lips connecting with yours, hands gently cupping your face. It was just like last night; soft, plush and delicate — you couldn’t help but return the kiss. The kiss was deep, but withheld passion, just filled with emotion.

He pulled away slowly, letting his lips linger on yours for a few more seconds before resting his forehead against yours. “You’re not like the other girls, you’re… different, more important.”

“Then treat me like it.” You quietly demanded, a small pout holding on your face causing San to let out a chuckle at your cuteness.

“I will, princess.” He reassured, though you still held a small bit of doubt in the back of your mind.

You didn’t want him to publicly declare his feelings towards you, but you wanted to be treated with the respect you deserved. And even if you wanted to, you physically couldn’t. The both of you agreed on the fact that whatever it was between you had to remain private, for now, knowing the disagreeing teams of both your friends would be completely ignorant to the fact that two polar opposites could be together.

On your side, Yeosang would be so infuriated to find out your interest in San after time and time again warning you to stay far away from him. And on his side, Wooyoung would be so disgusted to think that his best friend could be intrigued by his ex’s replacement of him.

Sealing the deal of privacy with a kiss, though in a public space, there were no lingering eyes to have caught it.

Except the unknown ones of the principal, who had caught the two of you talking just before the bell rang.

Once the bell chimed, the two of you returned to the homeroom, at separate times to each other to falter any possible suspicions from anyone — especially in such a gossip filled school. It wasn’t even ten minutes into the class that the loud speaker rang through the school, a familiar name being called and all eyes in the class being drawn to the person.

‘Y/N Y/L/N, please come to the principal’s office.’

Ms Waltz was quick to excuse you, letting you make your way out with all eyes on you. It was rare for you to be called to the principal’s office, it was rare for anyone except misfits and troublemakers. So the classroom was quick to fill with ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ at the name of one of the top students being summoned. San watched with cautious eyes as you left the classroom, an uneasy feeling growing within the pit of his stomach.

As you entered the main office, the receptionist asked you to sit and wait until the principal was ready for you. Taking a seat on the small couch against the wall, your brain pondered all the possibilities for your summoned presence, it coming to no conclusions.

“Miss Y/L/N, you can come in now.” Mr Kim called, a gentle smile on his face as he held the door open for you. “Have a seat.”

Sitting in the freshly detailed leather chair, Mr Kim sat behind the desk and across from you. Your eyes moved around his office, noticing all the school achievements and trophies displayed in the cabinets behind his desk. All kinds of vintage books organised with perfection, along with a few unique sculptures they were leant against.

You started to feel nervous once you noticed no conversation being started, twiddling your thumbs together in your lap, legs beginning to bounce up and down lightly. Your brain still racked with anxious possibilities; bad grades, detention, suspension, expulsion. Before he could begin to explain, you blurted out a question. “Am I in some sort of trouble?”

“Oh no, no, no.” He reassured with a light chuckle. “You’re not in any trouble Y/N, I just wanted to ask you a few questions.”

“Okay…” You mumbled, caution still held within you.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve gotten closer with some of the new students,” He stated. “Particularly, Choi San.”

Your heart dropped, not out of fear but of relief. You truly believed you did something wrong. “Oh yeah, I mean, we’re assigned to sit next to each other in class.”

Mr Kim only hummed in response, but you could see his thoughts turning like cogs. He began to clear and stack documents that lay on his desk, leaving you to sit in silence waiting for him to continue. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up again.

“Look, I’m not here to tell you who you can and can’t be friends with. I appreciate that you’ve been so welcoming to the students who transferred from Southside High.” Well, this doesn’t sound like it’s going to be positive. “But I do recommend steering clear of San.”

Great, yet another person telling you to be rid of San. From all the negative comments you hear about him, it would make sense to stay away — but you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried. And based on your small experiences with him, he didn’t seem as bad as everyone made him out to be. But, that could always change.

“Why should I ‘steer clear’ of him?” You asked with genuine curiosity, only being given reasons by people your own age, mostly Yeosang who had the experience of actually knowing him.

“You’re a very bright student with a big future ahead of you,” He advised, clearing his throat quickly before moving to a more negative outlook. “And San is a troublesome kid with a history of bad behaviour. I just don’t want you to get caught up with someone who can bring down your potential.”

You nodded quietly, processing the information being fed to you. Claiming that you understood him, he told you to think about what he said before dismissing you back to class. As you left the office, still unsure of everything the two of you talked about, you noticed San leaning against the lockers across from the door. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he cut you off with a demanding question of his own.

“What did he want?” His voice was low, almost in a growl, eyebrows furrowed deep into his forehead.

“I- he wanted me to stay away… from you.” You stuttered, eyes drifting to the ground before moving back to San’s face, a noticeable anger held behind his eyes.

“Fucking bastard.”

“San!” You whisper-yelled, holding his wrist tightly. “You can’t say that.”

“Oh please, he doesn’t care about me,” He scoffed, his eyes rolling as he glanced into the office. “He made that clear enough when he left us.”

New information, completely misunderstood. Your furrowed eyebrows now matched his, his stare still held on the office windows, almost like he was gonna shatter the glass with his mind. Still processing what San accidently let out in his anger, your mind began to piece the puzzle together, to a conclusion that truly made no sense to you.

“W-what do you mean?” You asked quietly, your thumb now rubbing soothing circles on his held wrist in an attempt to calm the boy down.

San didn’t even realise he released any indication of his hatred towards the principal, but now all he could do was tell the truth. “He’s my father.”

The silence in the hall was deafening. You didn’t know how to react, and before you could, the principal was stood at the door of the office, demanding the two of you quickly return to class. You glanced between the two men, both of them only holding stares on each other, almost as if you weren’t even there. But you could feel the tension burning in the air, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be involved in this situation, at this very moment. You quickly bowed to the principal and wandered down the hall, returning to class in silence.

The two men remained still, San piercing daggers into him, and Mr Kim returning him with the same glare, all too familiar to San having seen it in the mirror. The sharp featured boy scoffed and mumbled an ‘asshole’ under his breath before following you into class, paying no more attention to his beloved father.

. . . ⇢ next chapter

author's note hey.... h-hey... how y'all doing... so how about we ignore the fact that i've been gone for over a month and enjoy a new chapter !! i'm truly sorry that i died, and thank you to the people who were asking if i was okay. i haven't had much time to write recently with my new job and being sick TWICE, and the fact that google docs decided to delete HALF of my documents so i've had to rewrite this entire chapter. but I will try and find any time I can to finish this series and fulfill requests <3

this is not proofread, so please let me know if there are any spelling mistakes.

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written by planet-hwa™

[planet-hwa]

if you dont mind me asking, are you okay? you havent shown up for over a month, it made me kinda worried.

hope you are good and healthy, take care 💕

hello !! yes i am okay, and thank you to everyone who has asked me ♡

truth is, the past month has been a bit hectic !! i haven't had much time to write lately since starting a new job AS WELL AS my body trying to kill me with the plague (at least, that's what it felt like) not once, but twice. and then google docs had the audacity to delete half of my written fics including bad boy facade chapters so i've been trying to rewrite what i can in the little spare time i've had.

this week however, i have four days off so i will try and get as much writing done as possible.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ bad boy facade chapter 7 will be out within this week, i promise

[planet-hwa]

YOUR NAME + SONG TITLES TAG GAME

rules spell your real name / name you use on tumblr with songs you like (except i did just kpop songs)

tagged by @solaris-amethyst one of my fav moots ♡ tagging @autieofthevalley only if you want to ♡

A  arriba ; ateez

A  answer ; ateez

L  lalalala ; stray kids

I  in my dreams ; red velvet

Y  youth ; ateez/yungi unit

A  armageddon ; aespa

H  halazia ; ateez

[planet-hwa]

different anon.

Hope you get well soon and feel a lot better. i follow the san series and im super excited for the new chaps. your pencil is amazing, and im so excited for yn and san’s character development in the story!

thank you so much to everyone wishing good health, i feel a lot better and i will most likely post the next chapter this weekend (an easter present ??) <3

[planet-hwa]

i really love your work so far!! i hope you continue the wooyoung and san stories im on the edge of my seat for bad boy facade 💋🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

thank you so much !!

i've been sick the past few weeks so the series has been a bit delayed but i promise (i think) it's worth it >.<

[planet-hwa]

wow, 1000 notes !! thank you so much <3

୨୧  immunity to my charms – 우영    ↳   chapter two : the remedy to resistance

summary your friendship with wooyoung blossomed at the start of university, and being friends with him came along with his charming and flirtatious personality. even if you flirted back, you always believed you were immune to his true charms… god were you so wrong.

pairing fratboy!wooyoung x reader genre university/frat au, best friends to... undetermined. a small plot with yummy smut hehet.. word count 4.7k -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ warnings MDNI !! petnames/nicknames, teasing, mentions of vomiting, alcohol consumption, mentions of previous hookups, swearing, breast play, cunnilingus, accidental overstimulation, unprotected sex [wrap it up irl!!], aftercare

❝ i'm not immune to you, i'm only human ❞ 🎧 now playing   moonlight magic ; ashnikko

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The library sat in silence, the only sounds being the clock ticking on the wall and the whispered conversations between well focused students. Flipping the pages of your ‘Crime, Criminality and Criminal Justice’ textbook, you jot down crucial notes needed for your end of year exams. Your knuckles were stained in red and blue colours due to the amount of time you had spent writing, which by now would have been at least a few hours. Soft tunes were playing through your headphones, never being able to truly focus on work without having some sort of musical stimulation. The volume lowered quickly, followed by a ding of message notifications.

As the uber drove down the street, music became visibly louder until you were sat outside the large frat house. Even before entering the house, you could feel your ears prepare themselves to be ringing the next day. There were crowds of people conversing, all holding random alcoholic beverages in their hands. Some people were behind bushes either vomiting or peeing, it was best not to find out which one. Making your way up the front stairs and through the crowded hallways, you eventually made it to the living room, scanning all the drunken faces for any familiarity. Now realising that what Wooyoung meant by ‘a little party’ was actually one of their monthly ragers they throw.

The ATZ Frat House was known to throw the best parties amongst all the colleges in the area. They always remained the talk of the town for the passing month until the next one occurred. Whether it was because the police were called, or because Mingi and San were jumping off the roof and into their backyard pool, there was always something that people couldn’t stop boasting about.

Still studying the room, your eyes finally landed on two friendly faces, Mingi and Yunho, the two tallest members of the frat. Both had beers in their hands and were bopping along to the music, Mingi screaming incoherent drunk lyrics into Yunho’s ears, and him trying to save himself from hearing loss. Pushing through the dancing bodies, you reached your hand out and were welcomed in with a spin from Yunho, slightly losing balance and falling into his chest with a laugh.

“Y/N! You made it!” Yunho shouted, trying to get his voice higher than the music levels. He held out his drink and offered a taste, quickly accepting the liquor.

“Of course! Wooyoung said this was gonna be a lot smaller though.” Taking a small sip and grimacing at the bitter taste, you’ve never really been a beer drinker. “By the way, where is he?”

“Not sure, but there’s drinks in the kitchen and he put some in the fridge for you.” Yunho smiled brightly at you, still swaying with the music.

“THIS THAT GAME OF THRONES, YEEZY, NOT THE CLONES!!” Mingi yelled behind you, aggressively jumping up and down like he was at a middle school dance. 

Sending him a quick smile and a small chuckle, you ventured through the crowd again to enter the kitchen. There were only two or three people in there, most either outside or snug in the living room. You opened the fridge to find your favourite alcohol staring back at you, a small sticking note with the words ‘Y/N’s, no touching!’ written on it.

“I chose right, didn’t I, love?” A voice breathed into the crook of your neck, two arms wrapping around your waist tightly. Two very familiar arms. You grabbed one of the bottles and spun around to face your friend, a cocky smirk curled on the corners of his lips. He wore his favourite red hoodie that hung off his shoulders slightly, unzipped enough to reveal a peak of his bare chest. “I know you so well.”

“Do you own any other clothes or just that one hoodie?” You raised an eyebrow, taking a quick sip of your drink which he was quick to snatch and have a sip himself.

“Don’t lie, you love it.” He smirked, his hands still resting on your waist. He was telling the truth, you did love the way he looked in that specific hoodie, the way he would wear it so it fell enough to show off the top of his muscular pecs. But you would never admit that and risk feeding into his already enormous ego. His hands fell from your waist, his fingertips leaving a light trace of your curves as they met your hand, unwarranted goosebumps arose on your skin to the touch. Gripping tightly, he led you both back into the living room to join the majority of dancers, surrounding yourself with his other fraternity brothers and the girls some had on their hips.

You hated to admit it but there was always a part of you that wanted more from Wooyoung. More flirtatious remarks, more feather-light touches… more intense touches. There was always the dream of moving up from a friendship. You heard the way the girls on campus would talk about how Wooyoung was in bed, you heard about the ‘sex god’ he was from him himself, but the overheard whispers from the people he slept with were more confirmation that he had a reason to be so confident in his work. It’s not that he had never made a move on you. He consistently attempted it at the beginning of your relationship, but as it grew to higher levels of friendship, it died down. Flirty comments that were laced with sexual intent became closer to simple compliments, body language remained physical but grew more casual. There was always underlying teasing but it was a part of your usual friendship banter. You adore your best friend and the relationship you two have and want nothing more than for it to remain the same, but if you could go back in time; would you have accepted his advances better?

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The bass was blasting through the room, the floors vibrating under everyone’s feet. The night hadn’t slowed down, everyone still dazed with energy and alcohol. You were dancing with some of your friends who all had someone connected to them. San, another member of the ATZ Frat, was behind you. His hands rested on your hips, guiding your movements to fit with his rhythm. Your bodies were glued together, grinding against each other to the music. You and San had a small history of hookups, but always stuck to being good friends, though it didn’t stop the two of you from having fun every now and then. Mingi was still bobbing up and down, yelling and throwing his hands up childishly, Yunho next to him but too preoccupied by swapping saliva with a brunette girl from the year below.

You were a few drinks down now… three… maybe four, plus the additional ten or so shots, but you had never felt better. All your worries about school and life problems vanished into thin air the moment liquor had hit your tongue. All you could think about was San grinding against your ass, silently wishing it was someone else. Your eyes surveyed the room, searching for your best friend, eventually landing your gaze on him. He was on the opposite side of the dance floor, his lips locked with someone the girl you didn’t like. Ever since you started college, she has hated you for no reason. You never even spoke to her but the death glares she would shoot your way made it clear you would never be friends. And Wooyoung knew how she was towards you, so why would he be making out with her? Of course, you had no control over who he could hook up with, but you would think he would choose any of the other girls who throw themselves at him every party over this bitch. The worst thing was; you couldn't tell if you were upset he was making out with the girl who tries to make college a living hell for you, or the fact that it wasn’t you…

Wooyoung’s eyes met yours in a piercing stare, sharply watching you over the girl’s shoulder. He had never targeted you with such an intense look in his eyes. They were glistening with emotions, some harder to depict than others. One thing was certain; there was anger in them, with an unknown emotion underlying it. His glare was sending chills through your entire body, the hairs on the back of your neck spiked up. Though his lips were attached to someone else, his gaze was set on watching your every move with San. It was confusing and was making your head begin to spin out of control. The true state of your intoxication was preparing to spill, your cheeks began to go numb and you could feel the vomit creeping up your throat. You swiftly left San’s grasp, receiving an unappeased reaction, until he processed the state you were in and let you go without retaliation. Fighting your way between sweaty dancers and passionate make outs caused your brain to rapidly beat in your skull, your eyes began to paint themselves black and you were sitting on the brink of passing out. The sudden cool air of the empty kitchen slapped you in the face, eyes closing at the refreshing feeling. You made your way to the sink, grabbing a plastic cup and pouring yourself some water. chugging down the cool liquid quickly, it felt as if you had been dehydrated for weeks. The nausea feeling subsided the moment the water hit your lips, the drums in your head became quieter and your vision became more clear again. You pushed the cup aside and lifted yourself onto the bench resting your head on the upper cabinets.

The kitchen was empty, leaving you in complete silence, the only noise being muffled music from the other room. This was the most peace you had felt since arriving. Your mind drifted back to Wooyoung, there were so many questions that needed answering. Why would he hook up with her? Why was he looking at you the whole time? Why was he angry? The constant overthinking had the band in your head begin to play again. You sighed and slowly rubbed your temples, trying to focus on the solitude of the room and not on…

Music filled the room in a haste, bouncing off the walls and leaving just as quick. Quiet footsteps could be heard entering the room, the door sliding shut behind them.

“Y/N?” The voice, all too familiar, held by the one person you didn’t particularly want to see at the moment. You didn’t lift your head or open your eyes, sending silent prayers that he would get the message and leave. But it’s Wooyoung, of course he wouldn’t leave.

“Y/N.” The sternness in his voice came as a shock. You glanced up and were met with an annoyed expression masking Wooyoung’s face.

“I’m fine, I just needed a break.” You sighed, reapplying pressure to your temples. “Go back to your little hook up, I’m sure she’s missing your company.”

Wooyoung scoffed, pushing his hair back with his hand just for the front strands to fall back to covering his face. “Is that why you looked so mad just now? Because I was hooking up with her?”

The emphasis on the last word proved he already knew the answer. He knew how you felt about her and how she felt about you. He knew that you usually didn’t care about his hookups, but because it was with her; you cared. He knew that you being upset wasn’t just because of her.

“Why would you even go for her when you could get any girl you want?”

“Because the girl I want doesn’t seem to want me back.” He slowly drifted towards you, settling himself in between your knees and resting his hands on your thighs. “Don’t you?”

His thumb started to swirl small circles on the sides of your thighs. The simple touch mixed with Wooyoung’s alcohol rasped voice caused butterflies to flourish in your stomach. Lifting your gaze to meet him, his deep brown eyes were filled with emotions as they looked back at you. Fully processing his past comment and realising he had never been this forward with you, with anyone you've seen him with.

“Woo, we can’t.” You breathed, barely coming out as an audible whisper. “Because we’re-”

“Because we’re friends, I know.” Abruptly interrupting with his usual sass. “But you can’t say that and then go and hook up with San, again, as if the two of you aren’t friends as well.”

“That’s different.”

“Why? Because he’s not your best friend?”

“Exactly.”

“Okay,” was all he could spill out. An uncomfortable silence filled the room, so silent that the muffled beats in the background sounded as if they were miles away. Wooyoung’s thumbs ceased their movement, his eyes now staring at his hands on you. “If you truly have no feelings for me, none that exceed friendship, then tell me and I will leave it alone. We can go back to being best friends and forget this whole conversation. Just tell me.”

‘No feelings that exceed friendship’ 

Those five words rattled around in your head. You couldn’t deny that your feelings for Wooyoung did exceed friendship. You tried for so long to push it down thinking he never felt the same, but he just proved you wrong. The overthinking began to creep in; did he actually mean it, was he just trying to get laid, and if he was then why didn’t he stick with the blonde, did he just want to play with you? Your breath hitched and your heartbeat was as prominent as ever, it felt as if it was about to tear out of your chest.  

The silence that followed you was concerning to Wooyoung, thoughts of uncertainty were filing into his brain. Had he crossed the line by suggesting anything? The tension between the two of you that was obvious in every room, was it truly one-sided the entire time? He lifted his head, your eyes instantaneously connecting, as he searched for any sign of hesitancy. Your gaze shifted around his face, examining every little detail; from his sharp features to the mole under his eye and on his bottom lip, his lips holding a small pout at the corners. The dim kitchen lights caused shadows to cascade around his face, he had never looked more beautiful.

Were you really about to do this?

Without hesitation, your hand moved up to his face, gently cupping his jaw. Gravity pulled his face gradually closer to yours, lips mere inches apart — so close that your warm alcoholic breaths mixed in the air between. Wooyoung was quick to notice that you weren’t in a hurry to pull away from him, and even quicker to crash his lips into yours. Before letting the regret burn through your body, you fell deeply into the kiss, his soft lips caressing yours in a synced motion. His hands gingerly held your face, fingers lightly tracing your jawline as his body moved closer. The kiss immediately grew fiery and needy, Wooyoung’s tongue tracing your bottom lip and slipping in to explore your mouth. Your tongues danced rhythmically together, alcohol lingering in the taste you shared. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach once again as Wooyoung’s hands wandered around your body, shifting from your waist to your hips, reaching for any part he could touch. Pulling away for air, you watched as Wooyoung chased your lips, concentrating on your moves through hooded eyes. “Let’s go to your room.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He smirked, taking hold of your hand and leading you out of the kitchen. As you walked through the crowded room and towards the stairs, the girl he was previously making out with ran up to you.

“Wooyoung, come dance with me again!” She whined pathetically. Her gaze — turned to a glare — went to your connected hands, face screwing at the sight. 

“Not interested sweetheart.” Wooyoung dismissed and continued up the stairs, ignoring her scoffs.

“You’re not seriously gonna hook up with this whore, are you? She wouldn’t be as good as me and you know it-”

“I said fuck off, didn’t I?” He shouted, knowing she’d hear even over the music. His grip on your hand tightened before pulling you away and into his room, leaving the girl in shock.

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Wooyoung’s lips pashed into yours once again as soon as the bedroom door closed, this time with more desperation, his tongue instantly clashing with yours. After all the years of wanting to kiss you and now finally getting to, he was addicted in an instant — hypnotised by your touch. Your back pushed up against the wall, trapped between it and Wooyoung’s frame, hands tangled at the nape of his neck and lightly tugging on the hair. He groaned into the kiss, sending flutters straight to your core, his hard-on pressing tightly against his jeans and poking you in the thigh. Guiding you to the bed, lips still relentlessly fixed on each other, your clothes began decorating the bedroom floor leaving you both in your underwear. Your knees hit the edge of the bed, gently falling back, Wooyoung crawled up your body not wanting to miss a second of your touch. He lust-filled eyes stared deeply into yours, looking for any uncertainty, only to be matched with the same desire he felt. His lips traveled your body; from yours, to your jawline, your neck and shoulders. Anywhere he could reach, he placed butter soft kisses, suckling on the sensitive skins and molding small hickeys into it. Fingers began to fiddle with your bra straps, Wooyoung’s free hand traveling around your waist and to your back, lightly lifting you and unclasping the band in a swift motion. His eyes were glued on your tits the moment they bounced out of the lace bra, it being thrown to an unknown corner of the room. Without hesitation, his mouth connected to your nipple, harshly sucking and rolling his tongue over the bud. Teeth tearing at your bottom lip in an attempt to keep your moans hidden, unnecessarily worrying that others might hear — as if they could over the bass of the speakers. Not leaving the other unattended, Wooyoung circled your nipple between two fingers, pinching and lightly twisting, earning a small whine from you. As he continued his actions, you began letting yourself go, hushed moans falling through your lips. A sudden poking developed between your bodies, Wooyoung’s hard-on now prominently pushing into his boxers as he groped at any part of your body he could reach.

“You know,” He purred, petaling kisses from your chest and down to your belly, falling lower and lower until he sat between your legs. “I’ve always dreamt about this; how you’d look… how you’d feel… how you’d taste.”

A red blush began arising under your cheeks as Wooyoung watched you through hooded eyes, his fingers slipping beneath the band of your panties and dragging them down your thighs. Smirking proudly, he stared at the affects he’s had on you tonight, your body unable to hide the fact with your glistening folds. Lips brushing against the plush skin of your thighs, moving dangerously close to where you wanted them the most but always avoiding direct contact. Your hips subconsciously followed Wooyoung’s movement, a mocking chuckle answered as he watched you desperately aching for his touch. As much as he wanted to keep teasing you, he too was yearning for your touch. Whimpers instantaneously furnished the room the moment his tongue flicked over your clit, plump lips sucking deeply at the surrounding skin. Coating his muscle in your essence, Wooyoung drunkenly lapped and swirled at your delicate bud, alcohol not being the only intoxication in his system. You were sweeter than he could have ever imagined, honey incomparable to the syrup that spilled from you. His low groans vibrated through your body, a completely new sensation electrifying beneath your skin, a man had never made you feel this good before. 

Your walls missed the absence of replete, hopelessly clenching around nothing. It was as if Wooyoung sensed it, immediately inserting a finger deep inside you, a second one quick to follow. Embracing his digits as they pumped in and out of you, lewd wet sounds sloshing over them, he began curling them and pressing on that delectable gummy spot.

“Woo- fuck… feels so good-” You cried out, hips starting to buck into him as the pressure built in your stomach. He gazed up at you, a smug smirk masking his face as he watched you begin to lose yourself beneath him. 

Feeling your body lightly tense, his fingers began to plunge harder into you, still lavishing your clit with thirsty slurps. Your climax was creeping closer by the second, body slightly trembling around Wooyoung as he devoured you. Your moans heighten — almost as loud as the music — so close to the edge that the stimulation pained you. Fingers curled inside of you, your clit racing like your heartbeat, your orgasm crashed down on you in a tsunami. Wooyoung moaned gutturally into your core as he felt your arousal drip down his chin and coat his fingers like a glazed donut. He never thought he’d experience that from you, and he was savouring every moment. Hungrily guzzling every drop of honey, he got so caught up in his cravings that he couldn’t stop himself, leading you to a state of overstimulation. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, one escaping and sliding down your cheek. Another tidal wave crashed through your body, this one more painful and pleasurable than the last. Wooyoung followed you down from your second high, slowly his motions and removing his fingers from you. He watched as your essence slid down them, irresistibly pushing them through his lips and licking them dry.

Your chest rose and fell, fighting for the ability to breathe once more. Wooyoung moved back up your body, apologetic eyes looking into yours as he wiped the tear stain from your cheek, laying peppered kisses on your lips. The softness didn’t last long, escalating to the need to be inside you once more. His pleading eyes met yours, the message conveying quickly, his boxers being discarded even faster. His length flung out lightly hitting his abdomen, precum leaking from the reddened tip. Wasting no time, he slid the tip through your drenched folds, the sensitivity hitting you both and causing him to hiss lightly. Lining himself with you, he slowly pushed himself in, your walls stretching at his size and pulling him deeper, breaths hitching as he bottomed out. “Fuck love, you’re so warm.”

Creating a steady rhythm, he began to pump in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, the stretch causing an uncomfortable pleasure. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into a burning kiss. Lips crashing together like thunder, lightning electrified between your lightly sweat coated bodies, a mixture of desperate moans and the sound of slapping skin surrounded the room in a warm atmosphere. He struggled to hold himself back, so desperate for you to cum around his dick. His movement started to quicken the moment your legs wrapped around his waist urging him closer, your bodies sticking together like glue. Hips started rutting immeasurably deeper into you, your cervix being bruised by the second. Moans singing in his ears, he lifted his gaze and watched your face contort in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing and eyes rolling as he bucked desperately into you. His eyes shifted between your face and where you were connected, infatuated by the view he believed he’d never get to see.

“Woo, I’m so close.” The pit in your stomach tightening once more, ready to explode.

“Ah- me too, love.” His raspy voice shattered in your brain.

As climaxes were building closer to the edge, his thrusts became uncoordinated and his kisses hopelessly messy. Feeling the pressure in your belly begin to burst, you bucked your hips upwards to match his movement, his cock hitting that sweet spongy spot . His hand squeezed between your bodies, fingers circling your clit with purpose and pushing your third orgasm to wash over you. Lewd moans and curses fell through your lips along with a song of Wooyoung’s name, your gummy walls tightening around him and milking him to his own orgasm. Sloppy uneven thrusts rode you through your high, Wooyoung growing more desperate to chase his own. A guttural groan vibrating through the room, white ropes of cum warmed your insides, filling you up and leaking out as his thrusts softened. 

Falling from your highs, his body collapsed on top of yours, head burying itself into the crook of your neck. Your body wrapped around him like a koala, his length still deep inside you, twitching from sensitivity. Unmoving, both bodies were in no hurry to disconnect, sitting in the comfort silence, the smell of sex heavy in the air. 

A few minutes passed by, both of you falling back into normal breathing patterns. Wooyoung peppered soft kisses on your neck and lifting his face to meet yours, his sleepy eyes adoringly staring into yours before connecting yours lips in a velvety kiss. 

“Was that okay?” He asked, uncertainty lacing his voice. You had never seen him lack confidence in anything before, especially not sex and the way he constantly brags about how good he is in bed. Your opinion mattered more to him than anyone else’s, and to finally have you wrapped around him in more than a friendly movie night way, he needed reassurance.

Your hand cupped his face gently, a soft smile curling at the edge of your mouth. “It was perfect.”

A simpered smile appeared on his face before leaning back into your lips, delicate but filled with passion.

He slowly pulled himself off you, the cool hair grazing your tender core sending chills up your spine. Climbing off the bed, he walked into the bathroom without saying a word, seconds later reemerging with two glasses of water and some clean towels. Placing the water on the bedside table closest to you, he moved himself back between your legs, spreading your knees slightly as he began wiping away the mess you both made. The towel gently brushed over your folds causing you to wince from the sensitivity that lingered. The soft music from downstairs played in the background, you had completely forgotten that you were still at a party, but it wasn’t important to you.

Wooyoung discarded the towel across the room, it landing perfectly on the edge of the laundry basket. Once again crawling off the bed, he held his hand out for you, lifting you up. Your legs slightly trembled underneath you, your body feeling a sense of weakness.

“Let’s go take a shower, love.” Leading you to the bathroom, the water already running and a mist fogging through the room. There was no worries with you in this moment as you both stepped under the warm water, body’s tightly knit together in the small shower. You weren’t thinking about how this could affect your friendship once tomorrow came around, whether or not regret would overshadow the night. All your focus was on living in the current moment — on Wooyoung.

Tomorrow was in the back of your mind, without regret.

   ↳   chapter two : the remedy to resistance

author's note hey darlings !! this is my first full fanfic, i hope its up to your expectations — it was a little rushed towards the end — if you enjoy it, i might make a part 2 ?? i think i might also make a san version since i mentioned hookups between them.

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NSFW ALPHABET — 홍중

A   aftercare hongjoong is big into aftercare. he likes to be close to you after the two of you are intimate, especially since things can get quite degrading during your sessions, but he will be there to remind just how much he truly loves you. he might quickly get up to grab the two of you drinks and some snacks, maybe turning on a movie or just listening to music quietly and talking.

B   body part on your body he loves your hips, especially when there is a nice hip dip involved. it makes it so much easier for him to grip onto you, and he loves squeezing the soft flesh in his hands as he slams into you. on his body he loves his chest and is quite confident in the size of his pecs, it turns him on wildly every time you gawk at his it once he removes his shirt. he's also quite confident in the size below his waistband...

C   cum he was never to fussy on where he liked to finish, until you let him finish all over your face. the sight of his white ropes painting your face drove him insane, and the image burned into his brain — as well as his wallet, which is where he keeps a polaroid of your cum coated face.

D   dominant vs. submissive  there is not a submissive bone in his body, he loooves being in charge. depending on the mood, he can be a soft dom or a hard dom, but majority of the time it's the latter, he just loves having you completely submit to him.

E   experience hongjoong definitely has experiences in all different angles of sex, he has definitely been with a few people prior to you but not an extremely high number — roughly 4 or 5. depending on the experience of his partner, he is willing to take intimacy in a relationship slow and learn what his partner likes first before showing off his true kinks and desires.

F   friends with benefits if hongjoong was in a friends with benefits situation, he would treat it similar to an official relationship. he wouldn't just use you for sex, sometimes he would just want to hang out (even if it does always lead to sex eventually), and when it does lead to sex, he would make sure the both of you enjoy.

G   gentle vs. rough hongjoong can be both a gentle and a rough physical partner, depending on his mood. if either of you are tired but still have need for each other, or he's in a very lovey-dovey mood, he's as gentle as ever. but his usual attitude in bed is rough, especially if he's had a lot of strong emotions throughout the day.

H   have you ever tried this one? since his favourite body part of yours is your hips, hongjoong favourite position is doggy style, where he has the best access to grip your hips. he loves that he can bend you over anywhere and fuck deep into you; on the bed, over the kitchen counter, his desk, the washing machine — his grip on your hips will leave bruises.

I   intimacy since he's a such a jealous person, he prefers to be in a relationship than sleeping around. if he were to have casual hook ups, he would want to be the only person and wouldn't like for his hook up partner to sleep with others; only him.

J   jerking off he doesn't do it often, since he doesn't feel the same pleasure with his own hand as he does with yours. the only time he would do it is when he's overseas and away from you, but he'll use any picture of you that he has to get him off, he might even call you and jerk off to the sound of your voice.

K   kinks [ 1 ] cockwarming: hongjoong loves the feeling of being deep inside you, whether it's while he's working and you're sat on his lap, or the two of you are cuddling before bed, or you're watching a movie with friends and the blanket covering your laps are to disguise your dirty secret — he needs to be inside you at all times.

[ 2 ] orgasm control and edging: he loves watching you squirm underneath him at the overstimulation you're receiving, adores hearing your whines and pleas. whether he does this with his own abilities or with added toys, he will deny and ruin multiple orgasms before finally letting you go.

[ 3 ] somnophilia: hongjoong always works so late in the studio, the two of you rarely get the chance to be physical. he loves the idea of waking you up by eating you out, or slipping his dick in and gently pumping in your gummy walls, the soft moans you make in your sleep are music to his ears — the two of you would have a consensual conversation before with lots of confirmation.

L   location he doesn't like to be interrupted, so the best place for him is in the bedroom when the two of you are alone. however, he's in the studio so often that when you come to visit, you almost always end up getting eaten out in his chair, or fucked deep into the leather couch in the room — thank god the place is sound proof.

M   motivations the thing that turns hongjoong on the most is when you look at him with big puppy eyes, he can't resist them. any intense eye contact can make him crumble in seconds.

N   nudes he's not the type to send nudes unless requested, and he's also not the type to request nudes, but will worship and appreciate the gifts you send him while he's away — immediately in the 'spank bank'.

O   oral giving: hongjoong prefers to give, all because he likes the control of the orgasms he gives you. his favourite thing to do is set you up in his work chair, legs spread over the arms and your drenched pussy on display for him. eating you out like you're his final meal, watching as you squirm and your muscles tightened before releasing another orgasm. he can spends hours just torturing you between your legs.

receiving: he will never deny the offer to suck him off, quick to slip his dick out of his pants. he loves the feeling of your wet mouth surrounding him, tongue swirling around his swollen tip. but he's still dominant — grabbing a full fist of your hair to be able to control your pace, enjoying watching the tears run down your cheeks as his cock hits the back of your throat before releasing his load down it.

P   pillowtalk hongjoong is more into making noises of pleasure rather than dirty talk, but if he were to say things, it'd be about how good you make him feel: "god, just like that baby" — "you feel so good around my cock, so wet for me" — "you taste so sweet, i'm addicted". in terms of what he'd want to hear from you, the sound of your moans growing higher and louder would be enough to know how good he makes you feel, but he wouldn't mind being told a few times too.

Q   quickie vs. all night long he won't deny a quickie, but he prefers long sexual sessions. that way he can pull you apart piece by piece, putting you in all different positions and pulling multiple orgasms out of the both of you. the only time he would want a quickie is for a release before he heads out on stage, almost like a good luck kiss but with your other set of lips.

R   raw juseyo he'd definitely use protection, especially in the earlier stages of your relationship. he didn't care about having raw sex until it happened one night surprisingly, and he became addicted to the feeling. he loved that he could feel every texture inside of you more than with a condom on, and he loved watching your reactions as the veins on his cock would run over the ridges in your gummy walls.

S   stamina hongjoong is good at holding up his stamina, and can go for multiple rounds, probably 4-5 with each lasting extending amounts of time. that doesn't even include the rounds he spends on just foreplay, which added another 3 or 4 rounds to the full experience. it's because he keeps a good pace that makes him last so long, starting of slow and raising the tempo every so often.

T   three's a crowd hongjoong isn't interested in threesomes or orgys, he likes to have you all to himself. though he doesn't mind the idea of being watched, he will never let someone else touch you the way he does.

U   unholy thoughts whenever he sees someone flirting with you or staring at you, whether it be a stranger or the lingering eyes of one of the members, all he can think about is tearing your clothes off and fucking you in front of them. forcing the person to watch as hongjoong proves to them that he's the only one who will ever make you feel good.

V   volume he won't get too loud with the noises he makes, but the noises are beautiful. he'll moan and groan into your pussy as he eats you out, occasionally letting out his iconic little laugh when he watches your body shiver with overstimulation. when you're sucking him off or when he's inside of you, his moans with go more high pitched when he gets closer to falling off the edge, letting out a deep whimper once he cums.

W   wildcard if he gets home early and you happen to be pleasing yourself, he'll peak through the door and jack off at the sight of you, listening to the way you moan his name. he knows your body so well, he'll interrupt you just before your about to finish and scold you for getting off without him, even if he was enjoying the view...

X   x-ray nobody is telling me hongjoong doesn't give big dick energy, maybe it's just the dilf energy in him. he's not massive but he's larger than average, with a slight curve and a nice rosy tip, and a prominent thick vein on the underside of his cock.

Y   yearning he has quite a high sex drive, probably just higher than average. he controls himself well but if he could, he would fuck you every minute of every day.

Z   zzzleep unless it's a late night and he's just come back from the studio, the two of you have a quick lazy session, he's quite energetic after sex. he'll encourage you to stay up and watch a movie, but also adores when you fall asleep against his bare chest half an hour into the movie.

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SFW ALPHABET — 홍중

A   acts of service hongjoong loves helping you with anything you need; bringing in grocery, doing the laundry, picking up menstrual products when you've run out. he's always willing to help you out with anything, and he loves when you do the same. he adores when you bring him food and make sure he's eaten during long sessions in the studio or dance practices. he loves the way the two of you take care of each other.

B   break ups he wouldn't be the type to break up over text or phone call, would definitely tell you face to face so he can still provide a sense of comfort afterwards. the reason behind it would be his belief that you deserved someone whose attention was on you at all times, and who always put you first, and thinks his work is getting in the way of that.

C   communication it would take him a while into your relationship for him to open up about his emotions. he feels like he's not the best at explaining them, but when you show patience with him, it comforts him and gives him confidence to be able to talk about his worries and troubles with you.

D   dream date his dream date would be something simple, but it would be a full day planned out thing. first would be breakfast, in bed of course, and getting ready together, choosing each other's outfits. then, he would take to you some sort of exhibit, whether it be art or a museum. he would take photos of everything on display, setting you up and telling you to pose next to the displays. the day would end with a dinner at a fancy restaurant, most likely your favourite, where he would pay for everything because he refuses to let you spend your own money.

E   engagement and marriage he would engage somewhere that had special meaning in your relationship, whether it be the first place you kissed or your favourite trip together, he would make sure it would be memorable. the wedding wouldn't be with too many people, just your families and close friends, but it would be a grand one — it would be his final way of impressing you as your boyfriend, and a hint of what was to come in your marriage.

F   family hongjoong would be an amazing husband, even with his busy work schedules, he would always make time for you and your future family. the amount of children the two of you had would be completely up to you, since he knows you're the one to carry and birth them, and he would be okay with whatever number. he would love his children unconditionally, never having a favourite and showing each of them the same amount of attention — also, he is definitely a boy dad.

G   gesture he invited you over to the studio one day to listen to a new song he wrote, one where he poured all the feelings he had for you into without saying it was specifically for you. when you realised there were small inside jokes and secrets the two of you shared in the song, he grew very flustered and attempted to deny everything until you admitted you felt the same way.

H   hugs he's not a huge physical person unless you're completely alone, then he becomes a clingy teddy bear. around people, he might have a hand resting on your waist or around your shoulder, but that's it. when you're alone, his face is nestled deep into your neck crevasse and his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist whilst you run your fingers through his hair — he also secretly loves being the little spoon.

I   i love you it wouldn't be too early into the relationship, but not too late either, maybe around the 6 month mark. and it would definitely just slip out in conversation. he'd laugh at a joke you made and say something like "god, i love you" — when he realises what he said, his face gets red instantly. he doesn't try to deny it but he pretends it didn't happen until you say it back. now, he says it multiple times a day, and would definitely get offended if you said "love you" instead of "i love you".

J   jealousy hongjoong is an extremely jealous person, and he's not good at hiding it, even when he tries to. if he sees someone talking to you, he'll make snide little comments about how you'd rather spend time with them or how you looked happy when they flirted with you. when he realises he's jealous, he'll distant himself to collect his emotions before discussing it with you, and instantly being reassured by you and your love for him.

K   kisses his kisses are soft and gentle, though they show so much emotion. every morning, he'll pepper kisses all over your face, and at night, it'll be a slow and sensual make out session. however his favourite place to kiss you is your forehead, because he likes the fact that he can finally lean down to kiss someone, and your forehead in the perfect canvas.

L   long distance with a long distance relationship, he would make sure to talk to you every single day, no matter how busy he was. when he would be in the studio, he would facetime you, the two of you mostly doing your own thing but acknowledging each other with quick conversations. he always pays for your plane tickets to visit him, even when he's on tour and in a city for only a couple of days, he'll fly you over and spend those days with you.

M   mornings he usually wakes up before you, quietly getting up to make coffee and get the two of you a small breakfast. but before he does that, he'll watch you sleep for a little bit, listening to your soft breaths and enjoying the peaceful state you're in. once you're awake, you'll cuddle into his waist as his hands linger over yours, grazing up and down the curves in your body as the two of you talk about random topics.

N   nights because of his late night schedules, majority of the time he would return home to you dead asleep, accidently waking you up once he climbs into bed. the two of you with have a quick, sleepy conversation about your days, he'll notice you drifting to sleep as he babbles on about one of the members annoying him. with a soft smile on his lips, he pulls you into his arms and lulls you back to sleep, falling asleep quickly afterwards.

O   overthinking usually his jealousy is what causes him to overthink. he knows you would never cheat on him, but the anxiety in his thoughts tells him differently. at the start of your relationship, he didn't know how to voice it, but as he got more comfortable with opening up, he'll talk to you any time his thoughts get the best of him.

P   physical touch he hates physical touch, which is exactly why it's his main love language. he accepts it from few people, you being the main person. at the start of your relationship, you would be the initiator, but he grew more confident with it once he realised you'd never reject a kiss or a hug from him.

Q   quality time hongjoong loves quality time, even if the two of you are just sitting in the same room doing your own thing, as long as you're there he's happy.

R   remember the time his favourite memory in your relationship was your reaction to a song he wrote for you, one he was able to sneak onto the album without indicating it was specifically for someone. when you first heard the song, you were holding back tears from how beautiful it was, and he loves the way you get so invested in the music he creates.

S   security he is extremely protective of you. if he sees anyone look at you in a way that's more than friendly, he'll make it known that you're his, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a quick kiss on your forehead. in any situation that senses danger, even something like a haunted house, he will always stand in front of you and protect you, even when he's more scared than you — the king of the sidewalk rule.

T   time spent together in a group setting, he'll keep you close but not overload with pda because he hates when couples do that. when you're alone, he doesn't know what personal space is.

U   ugly habits sometimes during a fight, he would try and make himself a victim and use his insecurities of his jealousy against you.

V   validation he's confident in your relationship, but sometimes his jealousy can take over and make him overthink. he won't ask for reassurance or validation, but you can always sense when he needs it and will spend the rest of the day telling him how much you love and appreciate him — his confidence will instantly return like the smile on his face.

W   words of affirmation he is big into words of affirmation. he loves telling you how much you mean to him, giving you your daily dose of compliments and enjoying the way your cheeks blush with each one, encouraging him to give you more. he would never ask for compliments, but when he receives them he gets all shy and giggles them off — in reality, he's thinking about them for the rest of the week.

X   xtra any time he gets drunk, he will show up at your apartment just for a cuddle and a kiss goodnight. and if he is unable to get to you, like when he's overseas, he'll call you at whatever time and wait for your answer, just to tell you he has a crush on you and hang up.

Y   yearning when looking at your relationship from an outsiders point of view, it seems like hongjoong doesn't have that much love for you. but in reality, he absolutely cherishes you and adores you with every part of his being. though it doesn't show in public settings, it's a complete flip when the two of you are alone.

Z   zzzleep he's quite a peaceful sleeper, the only sound coming from him being soft little snores and occasional sleep mumbles that sound like simlish. he also holds a small pout on his face as he sleeps, and his eyebrows will furrow when he has an intense dream.

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BAD BOY FACADE CHAPTER 6 — 산

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warnings     petnames, swearing, gang affiliations, gang fights, mentions of drug dealing, slight gore?

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Speeding down the streets and passing all the nice houses, eventually turning to the wretched ones, San glanced at the message Wooyoung sent once again.

‘White Guardians at the warehouse. They’re looking for you.’

Harshly stopping at the entrance of the abandoned warehouse, bikes owned by members of The Black Pirates were mixed with other bikes belonging to their biggest rivals — a larger number of bikes. San jumped off his bike and rushed inside, met with the stand off of the two gangs.

The two gangs used to be closer, more recently , business partners some would say. Everyone but authorities knew that The Black Pirates held a drug dealing operation, and The White Guardians used to be one of their biggest consumers. Until a younger generation of the gang got caught with the contents, and were quick to rat out the providers. That was the moment The Black Pirates cut all dealing ties with the gang, and unintentionally started a hell cycle of sabotages and physical altercations between the two.

“What the fuck do you dicks want?”

“Finally, the man of the hour!” A tall boy cheered, the smaller group behind him snickering at his comments.

Of course, it was always this group that would cause trouble, never the older members of the gang. And San, Wooyoung, Mingi and Jongho were always the four that had to deal with them.

“I’ll ask again,” He said, standing face in front of the ring leader of the group, still threatening enough even to the taller boy. “What the fuck do you want?”

“You know what we want.” The boy said, serious and determined to intimidate San, but his confidence was hard to falter.

“We don’t sell to you anymore, now fuck off.” San snapped.

The boy scoffed, turning before pulling his fist back and throwing a punch, one San avoided quickly. Chaos erupted quickly, kicks and punches being thrown around. Though there were a couple more on the attackers, the small group of Black Pirates held up a good fight, majorly keeping the upper hand.

San focused his attention on the main boy, landing every punch he could, and gaining a few in return. The boy backed up and swiftly pulled out a pocket knife before lunging back at San, avoiding any potential fatal wounds he could. The two gangs were so focused on attempted murders that the sound of police sirens growing closer didn’t render to them until the last available second.

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Night fell upon the town, the moonlight shimmering through the sheer of your curtains and casting a gentle glow in your room, along with the white light that gleamed from your phone. Your eyes grew weary as you did your ritualistic scroll through social media before bed, blinking away the blue light induced tears that glassed over your eyes.

Though it was extremely late — 12:27am to be exact; and the rest of the house lay quiet, you couldn’t sleep no matter how tired you were. Even with all of the commotion throughout the last week, every emotion and image of what happened still burning away in the back of your brain, sleep just refused to chase you. You closed your phone and placed it on charge, turning away to try and rest for the night. Just as your eyelids started to feel heavy and ready to grace you with slumber, the sound of an engine outside caught your attention.

Who would be driving at this hour?

As the noise became louder, it became more recognisable. It wasn’t a car’s engine, but the engine of the motorbike that dropped you home earlier tonight. Questions began racking your brain; why would San be on this side of town at this hour, what was he here for, was he coming to see you? You peaked through the window’s curtain that sat just above your bed, glancing up and down the street and finally catching sight of the bike as it slowed at your driveway. You watched as San hopped off the bike, quick to notice the way he stumbled as he began walking to your front door.

Was he drunk?

Before he could reach the door, you had quickly tiptoed down stairs so as to not wake anyone — considering they somehow didn't wake from the loud, revving engine outside their yard. He raised a knuckle to the door, ready to knock, but it creaked open before he could. As you gained more of a sight of him, your heart sank. Your eyes gazed over his face, though it was in the shadows, you could see the discolouration and access of blood.

“Hey princess.” He mumbled, a weak smile on his lips.

“San, what are you doing here, are you okay?” You whispered, concern laced in your voice and readable on your face; he thought it was adorable.

“S-sorry, I know it’s late but…” He looked down at his bruised knuckles before returning his eyes to yours. “I didn’t feel safe going anywhere else right now.”

Glancing over his body, you noticed the blood dripping from his knuckles and the slight tears in his clothing, as well as the bruises and splits in his face. You grasped his hand gently, not wanting to hurt him more, before quietly pulling him inside and up the stairs to your bedroom. Thankfully, your bathroom was connected to your room, so the little noise you would make would be shielded by the extra walls of your bedroom.

“Sit on the toilet seat, please.” You pointed whilst bringing in a small stool from your makeup vanity, he did as you said and sat down, positioning the stool in front of him as you collected your small first aid kit from the drawers.

He achingly removed his leather jacket and discarded it on the floor, the bruises up his arms easily noticeable, especially with the lack of sleeves on the grey tank top he wore. Your eyes ran over his biceps as he rubbed over them soothingly. Though he was bruised and injured, you couldn’t help the gaze that was glued on the defined muscles, quickly looking away once he caught you staring.

“You don’t have to-”

“Shhh~” You hushed, wetting a cotton pad with disinfectant before beginning to lightly dab it on the cuts on his face. He winced at the sudden sting but remained still. “You can’t let them get infected.”

Wiping away any dried blood and adding ointment to the small, non scarring cuts that scattered over his face, you moved your attention to the worst of them. A nice split through his eyebrow that was likely to scar and a deep cut on the side of his lip, almost looking like piercings gone wrong. The moment the damp cotton pad grazed against his eyebrow split, San pulled back suddenly at the strong sting, sharp eyes glared back at you.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, gently cupping his face with your free hand and pulling it closer, you pressed the cotton pad lightly against the cut once again — now he accepted the comfort and warmth of your hand that held his chilled cheek, he almost melted into the touch.

You replaced the cotton pad, now soaked with burgundy blood, with some tissue and continued dabbing away any reminiscence of pain. So focused on curing San, you hadn’t noticed the way his eyes remained fixed on you and your every movement. The way his gaze stayed on your eyes, never roaming your body which felt slightly more exposed than usual, even in fully covered pajamas. The small smile that settled on his lips the moment you opened the door, and how it remained the entire time even with the pain he was feeling.

“Can I ask,” You paused, watching as he cocked an eyebrow slightly, a small nod encouraging you to continue. “What happened?”

“Uhhh, just a small fight.” He smiled and lied right through his teeth, and you knew it — there is no way a ‘small fight' would cause such harm. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“It’s hard not to worry about it when you leave in a hurry, and then show up in the middle of the night covered in cuts and bruises.”

San hummed softly in response, eyes still deeply attached to your own, yet he was quick to glance away once you looked back at him. Holding his chin in your hand, you tilted his head up slightly, his eyes turning from fierce cat eyes to gentle puppy eyes, and began swiping the cotton pad against his lip. The cut was deep, almost splitting his lip completely in half, but he remained still as the antiseptic pad wiped the dried blood away. 

Finally finished clearing his beautiful face of injury, you focused your attention on his bloody knuckles. “Give me your hands.” And he complied, resting his hands in yours as you cleaned his wounds.

“How do you know all this stuff?” San asked, watching intently as you began wrapping one of his hands with a bandage.

“I did a first aid course once,” You explained. “And, I have an older brother.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you finished off the final bandage, a small amount of blood still seeming to soak through the fabric. As you tightened the bandage, your fingers grazed against San’s causing bolts of electricity to flash through you — through the both of you. Tension buzzed through the static in the air, your hand still holding onto his and refusing to move, and he wasn’t pulling away from the touch either.

Looking up into his eyes, you were met with a gentle sense of adoration, something you weren’t used to. Usually San seemed confident and overly cocky around women, but it was different with you, he almost felt… shy. The moment you opened the door, his heart was fluttering uncontrollably. He’s never felt this way before, and it was more confusing to him than algebra.

There was no way that a girl he met only a few months ago could have this much of an effect on him.

“A-all finished.” You stuttered, shifting your eyes around the bathroom and attempting to avoid him, yet you were drawn back to them in an instant.

He smiled, his dimples prominently showing themselves. “Thank you, princess.”

You looked away and rolled your eyes jokingly. “You gotta stop calling me that-”

Your sentence was short lived, your attention being pulled away by the sudden hand that grabbed your chin lightly. You watched as San’s eyes drifted back and forth between yours and your lips before leaning closer towards you. His breath was warm against your skin, your lips were mere inches away but he still held a sense of hesitance, waiting for your unspoken conformation.

Suddenly, his lips were attached to yours, ever so gently. It wasn’t his usual tone, passionate and lustful, he wanted to embrace the moment. He wanted to feel the soft plushness of your lips against his. Noticing you weren’t pulling away, his hand cupped the nape of your neck and pulled you closer, adjusting you onto his lap, the material of the bandage around his knuckles lightly tickled your skin. His free arm wrapped around your waist securely, making sure you felt safe and weren’t going to fall backwards.

You never thought that you would kiss anyone else apart from Yunho; let alone San; let alone in your bathroom in the middle of the night. Butterflies flourished within your stomach as the kiss deepened, yet a sense of innocence remained. It was obvious there was no push for anything more, simply enjoying the feeling of your lips dancing together. Your hand held his jawline, fingertips tracing the defined bone lightly. A pink tinge painted across his cheeks at the touch, his ears beginning to turn a bright red.

After a few minutes, you disconnected to catch your breath, but his lips instantly tried to chase yours for more. Landing a chaste kiss on your lips, then another quickly on your cheek, he watched as your face grew flustered, giggling at his delicate actions. Your fingers were lightly intertwined with his, watching as your fingertips grazed over his bandaged knuckles, unsure of what to do or say next.

“I-I should probably go.” He mumbled, almost inaudible and stuttered.

“Or you could stay…” The second the word left your mouth, his eyes found yours once more.

He couldn’t tell if you were serious or not.

“I mean, in your condition, you probably shouldn’t be riding in complete darkness for twenty minutes.”

He thought about it for a few seconds before silently accepting your offer with a nod. You got off his lap, promising yourself you’d clean the bathroom tomorrow, and lead him back into your room. Quickly grabbing some clean clothes from your older brother’s room, extras he had left before heading to college, and gave them to San. As he began to change into the new clothes, you distracted yourself by dragging the mattress out from under your own bed and decorating it with cozy blankets and pillows.

“You can sleep on my bed-”

“No, I’m not kicking you out of your bed.” He shut down your offer quickly, holding a serious tone yet you could see a smile casted over his face in the dim light. “You will sleep in your bed, and I will sleep comfortably on the mattress.”

Rolling your eyes in slight annoyance, you didn’t fight him on it, seeing as he already had a tough enough fight tonight. You climbed into your bed, snuggling yourself under the covers and making sure no limb stuck out for any “monsters” to get — because, yes, you were still cautious at your grown age. San followed, falling into the mattress below and tugging the blankets over himself, turning his body to face your bed.

“Goodnight, San.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

The room fell quiet, the only sound being the light buzz of the internal heating and the soft, sleepy breaths from the two of you.

“Oh wait, I forgot something.” San whispered.

You heard him rustling around, unable to properly see anything but a moving shadow, until he was leaning above you. He cupped your face gently, pressing a soft kiss to your lips for the final time tonight before returning to the mattress. Warmth began to fill your body, your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and your lips tingled slightly. You hadn’t felt that way about a kiss since your first, though it was a feeling you welcomed.

The two of you drifted off soon after, the sound of San snoring lightly easing you to sleep after him. When you woke up in the morning, you expected to look down and see his quiet body, but he was gone. The mattress was tucked back under your bed, the pillows and blankets folded neatly on the floor along with the clothes you lent him. A small sense of dejection filled you at the sight, or lack thereof, of San — it almost made you feel like ‘just another girl’ even if you didn’t sleep with him.

Or maybe, he was just really good at Irish goodbyes…

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author's note this chapter is actually quite short because i deleted a bit of the fight due to it being a bit repetitive and wanting to leave a little to your imagination, but it wasn't posted on time because i worked two early morning shifts and was completely drained so i do apologise for that + a timeline check for this series if anyone is confused: this chapter is set roughly around 2-3 months after the first chapter

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