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SEEING STARS

SUMMARY: It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of schoolwork for you.

GENRE: smut, fluff, mild angst, crack

PAIRING: Kim Sunwoo x afab!reader (ft. Hoshi, Dino, Sangyeon, Kevin, Eric, Yuta, and Jay (Enhypen))

WC: 9.4k (you'd think i was doing this on purpose)

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: mentions of injuries (concussions, Sunwoo gets sucker punched), Eric slander, Sunwoo slander, Hoshi stirring up trouble, Sunwoo being stupid, car sex/public sex, p in v sex, fingering, mentions of face fucking, marking, hair pulling, attempts at dirty talk kinda? idk if you can even call it that but wtv, i think that's really it

A/N: Part 3 of the collab is out! If you haven't checked out Try Hard or Excitement (written by my beloved Fawn) please do! Otherwise, please enjoy this. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

In Sunwoo’s defense, everything that happened was Eric’s fault. It was definitely not Sunwoo’s fault that he believed his best friend when he told him that he should absolutely kick a ball at the girl of his dreams so she could bring it back to him and she would fall for him too and then they could live happily ever after. It also wasn’t Sunwoo’s fault that he forgot that he was their university’s star soccer player and that he had really strong legs.

At least, this is what he tells himself while sitting in the ambulance with you, who is currently passed out with a lump the size of a clementine on your forehead. He’s nervously gnawing at his fingernails, chewing them to nubs with his eyebrows furrowed. The EMTs said that you’re stable, that you just have a mild concussion but they want to take you in and get you checked out to be sure.

“Are you her…friend? Boyfriend?” One of the EMTs looks at Sunwoo with a curious look in his eye.

“Friend, just a friend,” he says, but there’s a dark cloud hovering above his head that anyone could see if they tried hard enough.

“Is there anyone that we can call? Anyone else that we should inform?” Sunwoo shrugs.

“Not that I know of. Her family is across the country so they wouldn’t be any help right now, right?”

“Right,” the EMT agrees. “I suppose you’ll be helping her out the next couple of weeks, making sure no one else is hitting her in the head with soccer balls?” Sunwoo grimaces and nods.

You’re never gonna like me at this rate, he thinks to himself. God, why did he ever listen to Eric in the first place? What made him think that Eric, the man who spends 90% of his time completely bitchless and watching hentai, would give him good advice about women?

Now he’s gonna have to deal with student loan debt, lawyer debt, and being single for the rest of his life.

The first thing you see when you wake up is white. Not, like, a white ceiling. No, your vision is pure white for a few moments, and then you swear that you’re seeing stars. You can faintly, over the pounding of your head, hear someone speaking. The voice is familiar, but you can’t quite place it over the ringing in your ears.

“…Eric, I swear to fucking god if I ever see you again, I will shove my foot so far up your ass— I don’t care if you thought it would be a good idea! I concussed the richest girl in school, the girl of my dreams mind you, because you thought it would be a fantastic idea to kick a ball at her!”

You blink a few times, clearing your vision, and you can see a boy to the right of you. He’s wearing a soccer uniform, the same uniform your university’s team wears. You blink again, and now he’s facing you with a nervous smile plastered onto his face.

“Hi,” he breathes out and you smile at him.

“Hi…Woo…sung?” You wince at the poor attempt. Of course, you know who he is. Anyone would recognize the star soccer player. Maybe you weren’t positive about what his name was, but you knew him.

He laughs, but it’s a humorless one that has both of you cringing after.

“Close,” he tells you with a smile. “Sunwoo.”

“Right,” you nod, but the action causes a painful throb to run through your skull. “Fuck, why does my head hurt so much?”

Sunwoo laughs again, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and avoiding your gaze.

“About that…” his hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face despite it not being there in the first place. “I…may or may not have kicked a ball in your general direction, which may or may not have proceeded to hit you in the head and give you a concussion.”

You kiss your teeth, eyebrows knitting together as you look at him. He begins to ramble, talking about how it’s his friend’s fault, and he really never meant for it to hit you. It’s cute, really, the way he practically falls to his knees and begs you to not sue him.

“Sunwoo,” you try to interrupt, but it’s like he doesn’t hear you. He’s speaking too fast, too frantic, and you’re pretty sure he’ll faint if he doesn’t pause for air soon.

“I— I will do anything you want, I swear! I’ll— I’ll carry your stuff around campus for you. I’ll take all your notes so you don’t have to look at the screens. Fuck— I swear, I—”

“Sunwoo,” You reach your arm forward, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and his pacing jerks to a stop, his words caught on the tip of his tongue when you lock eyes. “I’m not gonna sue you.”

“You’re—” his voice cracks, “you’re not?”

“No,” you laugh and wince when your head begins to throb again. “Although, I wouldn’t mind if you helped me out with my schoolwork.”

“I…” he trails off, his heart sinking to his stomach. “Yeah, yeah of course I’ll help you. But— but you really aren’t going to sue me? Because— because I wouldn’t mind if you were that mad at me but I think I would really rather you just have me arrested at that point, you know?”

“I promise, Sunwoo.” You squeeze his forearm, and his cheeks begin to darken with a tinge of pink. “I’m not gonna sue you.”

As it turns out, having the star soccer player around to do anything and everything you want him to is rather convenient. Sunwoo picks you up every day for your first class in his old, beat-up Toyota Corolla. He opens the door for you, hands you a fresh go-cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite cafe (which you aren’t sure how he knows, to be honest), and brings you to each and every one of your classes. It’s almost weird how you’ve gotten used to having him around.

“By the way,” you look up at Sunwoo as you’re getting into his car after your last class of the day. Sunwoo looks down at you, smiling brightly and you can feel yourself starting to melt at the puppy-like look in his eye. “Are you even taking classes this semester?”

Sunwoo tilts his head. “I mean…yeah? I kinda have to, you know, to play soccer.”

“But…you’re always with me these days. Are you not missing your own assignments? Your own exams?”

“I don’t have any exams during your classes,” he informs you and then shuts the passenger-side door, gently to not hurt your head. You let your body rest against the tattered fabric seat you’re in, waiting for Sunwoo to get to his side of the car. “Plus, I have friends in my classes that send me shit when I’m not there.”

“You skip your classes often?” Your lips curl into a sly smile, one that he returns quickly.

“You know it, babe.”

Your body tenses just slightly, not enough for him to notice. It was likely instinctive for him to say that, and you would never admit to anyone how the words had butterflies forming in your stomach, pushing against your flesh, and threatening to tumble out of you if he made one wrong move.

Sunwoo slams the door of the frat shut and presses his back against it as soon as he enters the building. His eyes are squeezed shut, so tightly that he can see stars and it starts to hurt.

“You alright?” Eric is sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees with a Nintendo controller in his hands. He isn’t looking at Sunwoo, his eyes trained on the fourth Five Nights At Freddy’s game being displayed on the TV in front of him.

“I don’t even want to talk about it.” Sunwoo dismisses, dropping his bag on the floor and tossing his keys into the bowl to his right. “Especially not with you.”

“The fuck did I do?” Eric’s eyebrows knit together, and Sunwoo scoffs as he walks behind the couch to get to the kitchen.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you were part of the reason that Y/N L/N is now concussed and probably hates my guts so I’m trying to fix it by helping her out with all of her school work, which is hard as shit, by the way. Did you know that she’s a mechanical engineering major?”

“No shit?” Eric’s eyes flick away from the TV screen for just long enough for him to nearly miss an animatronic approaching him. “I wonder if she’s in any of my classes.”

“Probably not,” Sunwoo sighs, grabbing a glass from the shelf and pouring himself some water. “She’s in Sangyeon’s year so her classes are a bit more advanced than yours.”

“Ah,” Eric bobs his head, tongue wedged between his otherwise tightly sealed lips. Sunwoo watches him play for a moment, wincing at a few jumpscares while he downs his water. “What’s that gotta do with me, anyway? Isn’t this, like, bonding time for you two? Finally land your girl?”

“Well, would’ve been perfect if, a) she hadn’t hated me and b) I didn’t call her babe in the car today.”

Silence from Eric, and Sunwoo briefly wonders if his best friend had even heard him.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Eric pauses the game and tosses his controller onto the couch next to him as he turns around.

“It was an accident!” Sunwoo defends. “It just kinda…slipped out while I was talking to her. A reflex!”

“You called the girl you concussed babe on reflex?” Eric exclaims in disbelief. “Are you stupid?”

“Says the one who suggested kicking the ball at her!”

“Yeah, well at least I didn’t give the girl of my dreams a concussion!”

“It was your fault!” Sunwoo yells, and Eric scoffs.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better.”

“He called me babe, Soonyoung,” you’re laying face down on your friend’s bed, kicking your feet in the air behind you with his tiger plushie tucked under your arms.

“Mhm,” he’s not paying attention, instead focusing on the tiger Lego set that you had given him for his birthday. “Very nice.”

“Ugh, and he’s so sweet too.” You continue to ramble, grinning like a mad woman when you recall the notes he had diligently taken for you despite not knowing a damn thing about Applied Measurements. “Did I tell you about the notes he took for me the other day? The ones that he—”

“—Color-coded and annotated for you?” Soonyoung interrupts, finally slamming down the little pieces of plastic in his hand. You flinch at the noise. “Left little notes about things he found interesting or didn’t quite understand but tried to explain anyway? Yeah, you told me.”

You duck your head, trying to ignore the throbbing. It had mostly gone away, but occasionally loud noises would spike pain through your skull.

“Sorry…” you mumble, letting your legs fall flat on the mattress. Soonyoung turns to face you, pursing his lips.

“Y/N, if you like this kid so much then why not ask him out?”

“It’s not like that!” You protest, but a sharp look from your best friend makes you backtrack. “At least, not for him. He’s just doing this because he feels bad for me! And besides, I’m a few years older than him, so wouldn’t it be weird?”

“How is that weird?” Soonyoung inquires, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “He’s of age, isn’t he?”

“Of age,” you scoff and make air quotes. “What is this, the 1600s?”

Soonyoung glares at you and sits back in his chair. “I don’t care if you’re concussed, I’ll make that lump in your skull bigger if you push me.”

At his warning, you huff.

“Okay, fine, yes, he is. But it’s weird for me! I’m a senior in college, about to enter the work force if I can get my senior project proposal done, and he’s just a sophomore! He’s the university’s star soccer player, he’s just starting to get ahead. I don’t want to, like, stunt that for him.”

“Y/N,” Soonyoung rolls his chair toward you with a sympathetic smile on his face. “I can almost guarantee that Sunwoo will not care if you’re a few years older than him. I don’t think he’ll care if he’s just starting college. If I’m being honest, he finds that all the more reason to be attracted to you. Young men love older women— but you aren’t old!” He quickly backtracks before you can cut him off. “You’re not old, and believe me when I tell you that not a single person in the world would be doing this for someone that they weren’t attracted to.”

“Are you sure?” You sit up, wrapping your whole body around the tiger plushie, and Soonyoung nods.

“I promise.”

“Then…how do I get him to know that I…that I’m also attracted to him?”

Soonyoung grins and you feel your heart drop.

“Boy, do I have some ideas for you.”

Sunwoo is getting worried. The last four days have been ridiculously quiet for him, his days empty and dragging on without you around him.

You were avoiding him, he could tell. Whenever he showed up to pick you up from your dorm, someone else was already there. A man, your age and clearly friends with you if the wide smile on your face said anything. You would lock eyes with him, your smile falling when you saw the confusion and hurt in his eyes. You would turn your gaze away and the man would get your door for you, laughing about something you said.

Then there was the avoidance of his texts. He would ask if everything was okay, how your head was doing, random jokes or comments about things he saw on campus. Things that he would tell you had you been with him during the day. It wasn’t like it was unusual for the two of you to text now. In fact, it was weird when you weren’t messaging each other about something but now…

It’s like you’re trying to block out his existence.

“I’m telling you,” Kevin hands Sunwoo a case of beer, cutting into the younger man’s frantic rambling. “She’s probably just busy, dude.”

“Then why wouldn’t she tell me?” Sunwoo pouts, carrying the case into the house. Kevin follows with a case of his own.

“Hell if I now,” he scoffs. “You think I have time to psychoanalyze everything rich girls do?”

“I mean…isn’t that your whole thing?” Sangyeon chimes in. “Psychoanalyzing everything about everyone?”

“That’s not the point,” Kevin waves his hand in the air and huffs. “I’m busy enough with my own classes and practices, I can only do so many things at once.”

“Sunwoo,” Sangyeon turns to the soccer player with a stern look in his eye. “This is gonna be one of our biggest parties yet, I need you on top of your game to make sure people are enjoying themselves.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Kim Sunwoo,” Sangyeon grabs Sunwoo by the shoulders with an exasperated look on his face. “If I hear you ranting about the girl you concussed one more time I might just lose it. I’m putting you on door duty for the night.”

“What the fuck do you mean door duty?”

Sangyeon scans the room for a moment before his eyes land on a metal detector stick that Hyunjae had bought as a part of his last Halloween costume.

“Here,” He tosses it to Sunwoo and smiles sarcastically. “Use this, make sure people aren’t bringing weapons in or whatever.”

Sunwoo looks down at the metal detector in his hands, eyebrows knitting together.

“You’re serious?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Are you sure that your plan worked?” You’re peering up at Soonyoung with a nervous look in your eye when you roll up to the TBZ party. “You’re sure he’s—”

“I’m positive, my dear.” Your best friend pats the top of your head, squinting at the frat house down the road. “I didn’t think this many people were gonna be here tonight.”

“Sunwoo mentioned that it was gonna be a big one,” you murmur. Soonyoung turns his gaze to you and sighs at the pout on your lips. You look pitiful, to be honest. At least in attitude, that is.

“Y/N,” you look at him again, “if Sunwoo doesn’t fall head over heels at this party and fuck you until you literally cannot walk then I give you full permission to give me a concussion, just like he did to you. Look at you! You look absolutely stunning!”

You find yourself smiling at Soonyoung’s words. He’s not wrong, you do look stunning. A loose, short black dress that dips down at your chest to reveal just enough cleavage. The straps are jeweled, glittering under the lights and highlighting the jewelry around your neck. The dress itself stops just low enough that it covers everything but shows enough to tease, and you’re wearing sleek black pumps with an ankle strap so your feet don’t fly out of them (you’d made that mistake before. Never again…).

“Now,” He claps his hands together and grins. “Let’s go get you your man, and get me a drink.”

In hindsight, you probably should have known that the party would not have been good for your head. Loud noises had never particularly been something you enjoyed. A lot of people assumed you loved parties due to your financial status, but that wasn’t true. In fact, you were a bit of a recluse. You had only a few friends, though you were nice to nearly everyone you met. Sunwoo happened to be an exception.

He wiggled his way into your life with that soccer ball, and you truly don’t think you can see a future without him in it, even if he just stays a friend.

The second you walk up the driveway, your head begins to pound, your vision flashing with stars, and you squeeze Soonyoung’s arm tightly to keep yourself from wobbling on your feet.

Then you see Sunwoo at the door, a large bucket to his right, and a hand-held metal detector in his hand. You can see him scanning people, waving girls in, and then stopping men and pointing at the bucket. You feel a lump forming in his throat when you take in the sight of him. His hair is a mess of curls, the same curls you’d come to love since he gave you a concussion. He’s dressed in a tight-fitting black tee shirt and baggy jeans, nothing fancy but it brings the butterflies back to your stomach in full force.

“What the hell are you talking about?” The man in front of you scoffs at something Sunwoo said, and you blink yourself back to reality.

“$5 at the door,” Sunwoo shrugs, “sorry. I don’t make the rules.”

“It’s your frat!” The man yells. Sunwoo quirks an eyebrow.

“Yeah…do I look like the president or something?” The man stays silent and Sunwoo sighs. “Look, I don’t have the time to deal with you. Are you in or not? There’s a line of people behind you, and all of them wanna get in so you should probably pick fast.”

The student huffs, digging into his pocket for a dirty $5 bill, tossing it into the bucket, and shoving past Sunwoo. The soccer player just rolls his eyes and sighs again.

“Who’s up next—” he chokes on his words when he sees you, his eyes widening and his jaw-dropping. You smile nervously, raising your hand in a tiny wave while Soonyoung throws a few ones into the bucket.

“I’ll see you in there,” your friend says to you. “Text me if you need me.” Soonyoung squeezes your hand and nods at Sunwoo before walking into the house. You step to the side, letting people move past you but keeping a little bit of distance between you and the frat boy who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet.

“You’re here,” Sunwoo says, not even looking at the continuous line of people walking into the house without paying. “You’re— why are you here?”

A sheepish smile crawls onto your face. “Do you…not want me here?” Sunwoo panics, shaking his head rapidly and grabbing your hand in his.

“That’s not— that’s not what I meant.” He tells you, and you can’t help the warmth in your cheeks. “I just— your head. This can’t be good for your concussion, can it?”

You kiss your teeth, nodding slowly. “Yeah…Kinda got a little bit of a migraine right now.” You don’t tell him that the concussion has completely healed.

“Let’s— let’s get you someplace quieter, ba— Y/N.” He tugs at your hand, pushing you in front of him and covering your ears with your hand. He leans in close to you, his lips brushing the shell of one ear and you feel your breathing hitch in your throat.

“Cover your eyes a bit and look down, I can’t block your vision but I can shield your ears a bit, babe.” He lets it slip out this time, and you do as he says.

Sunwoo walks you forward, and you can see feet shuffling around the two of you. His hands do more than you expected, the sounds around you fairly muffled and dulling the throb in your skull. His body is so close to yours, his legs bumping into you with every step, but he keeps the two of you steady. Someone knocks into you, and Sunwoo says something to them, something harsh that you can’t make out over the noise of the party. He stops walking for a brief moment, now talking to someone else. You faintly hear a name, Chang-something, and then he’s fleeing the scene, knocking into you on his way out.

Sunwoo steps to your side when you reach a staircase, talking into your ear so you know exactly where each step is. Another person bumps into you, and Sunwoo takes a hand off your ear to wrap it around your waist.

“You can drop your hand,” he tells you. “The lights aren’t flashing over here.” You nod, and you feel his hand drop at the same time yours does. You’re still walking up the stairs and even though you don’t need help anymore, his hand stays on your waist, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body.

Sunwoo feels like he’s going to throw up.

Scratch that. Sunwoo is going to throw up.

He really hadn’t expected to see you here. In fact, he hadn’t expected to see you at all for the rest of his college days. Had you finally decided to sue him? Are you serving him? He hadn’t seen any documents with you, but maybe—

“I’m not suing you, Sunwoo,” you sit on his bed with one leg crossed over the other. Your dress rides up your thighs, something Sunwoo tries desperately to ignore but he just can’t. “You can relax.”

You can relax, he repeats the words in his head over and over and over again, but he can’t. In fact, his body just grows more tense with the time that passes. Sunwoo tries to look at you, and then he tries not to look at you. There’s a heat in your gaze, and he can’t tell what the emotion behind it is. He hopes it’s not anger, he prays that you haven’t gotten angry with him.

“Are you—” he clears his throat. “Who was the guy you were with?” You tilt your head and he clarifies his question. “I just— I’ve seen him with you a lot these days so I was just— I just thought—”

“Who, Soonyoung? He’s not my boyfriend,” you tell him and laugh when he visibly deflates with relief.

“Good. I— I mean that’s— I just—” his face feels like it’s on fire, his stomach churning when you continue to laugh at him. When you wince and bring your hand up, he practically trips over himself to find an unopened bottle of water for you.

“How’s your head?” Sunwoo asks you, quietly now. You shrug and slide over so he can sit next to you on the edge of his bed.

“Concussion is better, just can’t do loud noises.” Sunwoo nods and you continue. “At the last check-up, my doctor said that I might get some headaches here and there though, at least for a little while.”

“Then why are you here? At a party?”

“I…guess I just wanted to see you?” You had this all planned out with Soonyoung. Why are you so nervous?

Sunwoo’s eyebrows knit together. “Why would you want to see me?”

“You’re joking, right?” You can’t help the scoff that leaves your lips, regretting letting it out when Sunwoo flinches and looks away from you. “Sorry, it’s just…there’s no way that you don’t know by now.”

“Know what?” He presses, hoping that you’re saying what he’s been dreaming of you saying since he saw you on his first day at this university. You’re so close to him now, mere inches from him, and he fights every instinct inside of him that says to close that distance. He wants to hear everything you have to say.

You open your mouth to speak again, and there’s a knock on the door. Both of your heads whip around as it swings open, and Sunwoo’s heart sinks when he sees Soonyoung, the man you had entered the building with. He almost looked distraught that he’d entered the room.

“Hi, so sorry to interrupt. Um…” he looks at you with a grimace. “We gotta go.”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrow. “Why? I was talking with Sunwoo—”

“Yeah, sorry again, but we gotta go.” Sunwoo watches you get up, albeit reluctantly, and you turn to him.

“I’ll…we’ll talk later, okay?” You smile at Sunwoo, but you turn away before he can say anything to you.

“Promise?” He calls out, but the door is already shutting behind you.

You really did intend on texting Sunwoo after, to continue your conversation, but ‘after’ turns into two days, and then four, and then it’s been a week, and suddenly it’s almost finals. You know that Sunwoo’s game is today. The last game of the season. He’d raved about it a few times while studying with you. You knew how excited for it he was, knew how hard he was practicing to make sure he was in his best shape.

“What do you mean he’s about to be taken off the field?” You snap into your phone, scanning the lot around you for somewhere to park. It’s dark out, the lights in the lot hardly working so it makes it difficult to see any free spots. “Fuck, why is it always so fucking busy at these games?”

“He’s missed every shot— DAMN YOU DECELIS. YUTA GET THAT DAMN BALL—” You pull the phone away from your ear when Soonyoung starts to yell, hearing the crowd in the stadium erupt into cheers. “Another point to Decelis Uni. Anyway, no he’s been like…really off in his games, the only reason he isn’t off already is because of Lee Chan.”

“Thank god for him,” you sigh as you put your car into park. “Listen, I just parked, so just give me five minutes to get in there. Maybe he needs a good luck charm or something. Fuck it’s cold out here. Why did I wear a skirt to this damn game?”

“Did you just call yourself his good luck charm?”

“No, I just—” you huff.

“No, you’re right. I think you are because when you guys were talking, he’d been playing better than ever. Things went to shit after my plan.”

“Yeah, thanks for that by the way.”

“Any time, best friend. Get here soon. Maybe there will be a time out and you can kiss him or something.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

You shove your phone into your pocket, running toward the stadium as the crowd erupts into cheers again.

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Lee Chan grabs Sunwoo by the shoulder when half-time is called. Both boys are dripping with sweat, exhausted from the game. There had been so much back and forth between the two teams, keeping them tied almost constantly for the past 45 minutes. “You’ve been playing like shit for three games in a row, Kim Sunwoo. This isn’t like you. I’m not afraid to get Coach to bench you if you don’t get your shit together.”

Sunwoo huffs, grabbing his water bottle from the bench and ignoring his teammate so he can hydrate.

“I’m fine, just not feeling great.” He dismisses. Chan’s lip curls into a sneer.

“If we lose this game because of you, I swear to fucking god I will get you kicked from the team.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Sunwoo rises to his feet and glares down at the team captain. He may be the star player, but it takes more than skill to hold a team together. Lee Chan has that ability. Morals, respect from his teammates, he has everything. That’s why Sunwoo backs down when Chan straightens his posture.

“You think I fucking won’t? Remember who got you on this team in the fucking first place.”

Sunwoo’s ears start to ring, and he can hear someone yelling his name. It sounds distant, and he swears he’s imagining it so he ignores it.

It happens again, louder this time and grabbing Chan’s attention as well. Both players whip their heads toward the crowd, and Sunwoo’s stomach drops.

There you are, shoving your way through the crowd to get to the barrier. People yell at you, and you say something that shuts them up. He’s in awe, staring at you and the distressed look on your face. You wave your hands to get his attention, and Chan shoves him again.

“If she’s why you aren’t on top of your game, you better fix shit right now. I’m not losing this one, Kim Sunwoo.”

“Yeah, got it.” It’s like he’s running on autopilot, walking toward you and then running. There are three minutes left in half-time, so he needs to make this fast.

“What are you doing here?” Sunwoo grabs onto the barricade and hauls himself up so he’s face-to-face with you, ignoring the people yelling around the two of you.

You grin at him, a mischievous look in your eye.

“You don’t want me here?” The panic in his eyes makes you laugh, and you lean toward him. He smells of sweat and grass and your nose wrinkles.

“I don’t— you know that isn’t what I meant.” He snaps, but you know he isn’t mad at you.

“Soonyoung said you were playing like shit, figured I’d find out why.” You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you so he can’t leave before you talk to him.

“I’m just distracted today.” You scoff and he narrows his eyes at you. “What?”

“You’ve been practicing for this game for weeks now, Kim Sunwoo. What could possibly have you so distracted today?”

He hesitates, and you already know his answer.

“I don’t have time to talk right now, Y/N.” He’s biting his lip, anxiously flicking his eyes to the clock behind him. You roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t answer you. You knew he wouldn’t give you a straight answer, knew he was too nervous between the game and having you right in front of him to fully focus.

“Then I’ll make this fast.”

“Make what—” your lips are on his, your hand on the back of his neck to hold him close while you kiss him. His body stiffens and then relaxes, and then his hand comes to your arm to keep himself stable. His face slides against yours, transferring his sweat to your body and you pull back.

“Win this game,” you look into his eyes, but it’s like he can’t focus on you. He looks like he’s in a daze, and you tug at the strands of his hair to get his attention.

“I— yeah, I’ll win.” He promises but he sounds far away. The buzzer goes off. “I— what was—”

“If you win this game, you can take me on a date.” You grin and let go of him. Chan yells Sunwoo’s name and the boy pulls back from you reluctantly.

“Anywhere I want?”

“Anywhere.”

“Promise?” His eyes are shining when he looks at you. You smile, placing another gentle kiss on his plush lips.

“I promise.”

He’s running away from you now, a new lightness in his feet that had been missing the past two weeks. There’s fresh energy in his muscles, in his bones, and that overconfident attitude that his teammates and opponents despised returns in full force.

“I take it I’m not gonna have to pull you off the field?” The Coach eyes Sunwoo as he jogs by. Sunwoo slows and turns back with a wicked grin on his face.

“Not a chance in hell, Coach.”

“Can’t believe you kissed him.” Soonyoung nudges you with a grin, and you roll your eyes.

“Why? Didn’t think I had it in me?”

“No, it’s not that,” he shakes his head and lets out a sharp whistle when Sunwoo steals the ball from the opposing team. “He was covered in sweat and grass. Don’t you hate that shit?”

“Worth it,” Soonyoung snorts when you smile at him.

Since the start of the second half, Sunwoo had already brought their team into the lead by two points. You’d never seen him play before, but everything you’d heard was true. He was fast, agile, and strong. He was a beast on the field, keeping himself just out of reach of all the other players. You can tell the other team is starting to get agitated, starting the get rough with your school’s team.

You bite at your thumb as you watch the game proceed. Two minutes left in the game, and they’re tied again. You can see all the players getting tired, everyone slowing down. Sunwoo seems to be the only one with the energy to keep going, but even he seems to struggle.

30 seconds and Sunwoo has the ball again. The stadium has gone quiet and you could swear that you hear the ticking of the clock.

10 seconds and Sunwoo is almost to the goal, you stand from your seat, and people around you rise as well. Anticipation. Tension. The stadium is filled with it. People start cheering again, the other school starts yelling at their team to move their asses.

5 seconds and the crowd goes silent. Sunwoo is on the ground, a player from the other team on top of him. Players from all sides are running over, trying to see what happened. The announcers say that the opposing player, Park Jongseong, tackled Sunwoo, his hand unintentionally jamming the star player’s nose. A medic rushes over, but Sunwoo waves them away. You can’t see his face very well, but you can tell by his posture that he’s agitated.

Jongseong is penalized, and his coach takes him off the field for a moment. Sunwoo is set in front of the center of the goal, pacing while he waits for the ‘ok’ from the referee. He glances up at the crowd, and for a moment you swear that he looks at you. For a moment, you swear that you can see him smiling at you, through the throbbing in his face and the ache in his body. You could swear that he’s telling you I’m gonna win this. Trust me.

Jongseong is back on the field, the clock is set. The referee raises his hand, an indirect kick. Sunwoo rolls his neck, jogging backwards to get a headstart. Yuta and Chan are both ready to receive a pass.

The clock starts.

Sunwoo is running. You and the rest of the crowd are yelling at him to run faster. He does.

The ball is sailing through the air, Chan and Yuta and all the other players on the field are running for the ball. Yuta gets there first.

Yuta kicks the ball, but another player knocks it out of the air. Sunwoo is already waiting, stealing the ball and moving to an open space.

Sunwoo kicks the ball and watches it sail through the air. He doesn’t stop running, not when there’s still time on the clock

The crowd erupts into cheers, deafening you and you feel Soonyoung grab your shoulders, shaking you and yelling just as loud as everybody else. You feel a yell building in your chest.

They’ve won. Sunwoo is being hauled into the air by his teammates, The other team is sulking by their coach. You can’t go to him. Not yet. The crowd is beginning to clear, some people moving from the stands to leave the stadium and chat with their friends, to wait for the team to come out.

“You coming?” Soonyoung quirks an eyebrow at you but you know that he already knows the answer. A shake of your head confirms his suspicions and he grins. “Go get your man. I won’t interrupt this time.” He makes his way down the stands to the parking lot, and you smile while walking down to the field. The teams have dispersed now, done with talking to their coaches and making their way to the locker room. Sunwoo hangs back, talking with Chan as you walk across the turf. Your heart is pounding in your chest, so hard you fear it’ll burst from behind your ribcage.

Chan sees you first, jerking his head in your direction and clapping Sunwoo on the shoulder. Sunwoo turns as he walks away, and you can see the way his eyes light up when he recognizes you.

“I told you I’d win, didn’t I?” He grins at you when you get closer, but you don’t respond. You’re only a few steps from him now, and you take a deep breath. “You okay?”

“Your face is bruised…” you have to force yourself not to jump his bones right there, instead focusing on the blooming bruise on his right cheek. Your fingers brush over it and he doesn’t even flinch.

“It’s nothing,” he reassures you, resting his hands on your waist. “It’ll be gone in a week, I promise. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

You smile back at him, craning your neck to look him in the eye.

“You think my head is pretty?”

“I think everything about you is pretty, babe.” Your cheeks heat up and he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s gentle, far less frantic than the one you gave him on the bleachers. Your hand trails from his cheek to the side of his neck, holding him close to you. Your lips part against his, your head tilting to give a better angle to kiss him at and he inhales sharply. Your body is on fire everywhere he’s touching you. Your waist, your lips, your neck. It feels electric and it pains you when he forces himself to separate from you, his nose brushing against yours.

“All that for winning a game?” he breathes out, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I should win more often if this is gonna be my reward from now on.”

Your lips curl into a smirk. “I’ll give you more than just a kiss if you want, Kim Sunwoo.”

It takes him a moment to process what you said. Sunwoo stares at you, eyes wide and jaw hanging open for so long that you almost consider taking back what you said.

“You’re— what happened to take me to dinner? What happened to hello, how are you?” His grip on your waist tightens and you shrug.

“I have more important things in mind.” Sunwoo’s whole body is tense, so tense that you feel like he’ll combust on the spot if you aren’t careful.

“I’m covered in dirt and sweat.” He tries as an excuse but you scoff. “I don’t think you wanna fuck me while I’m like this, right?”

“Do you really care about that?” He takes a deep breath.

“Me? No. I just…If I go with you right now I swear to god I’ll cum in my pants and I really don’t want that to happen during our first time together—”

“Sunwoo,” You grab his chin between two fingers and he snaps his mouth shut. “I don’t care about any of that. I care about you. I want you, whether or not you’re covered in sweat.” You reach one of your hands up, pushing his soaking wet hair out of his face and his features soften.

“You really…you like me, don’t you?”

“I figured it was obvious when I kissed you in front of the whole stadium, Sunwoo.” You kiss your teeth and step away from him. His grip loosens on you and eventually falls when you continue to back away from him, that sly grin still on your face.

“Where are you going?” He trails after you like a lost puppy but you just shrug.

“Come with me if you wanna find out.”

You silently thank god when you find the parking lot already half empty. Sunwoo’s car is a distance from most other cars, tucked under some trees that cast shadows over that old Toyota Corolla.

“You’re—” Sunwoo is cut off when you open the door to his back seat and shove him in. You hear some people behind you howling, briefly turning your head to see his teammates cheering him on.

“Get some, Kim Sunwoo!” Lee Chan screams and you laugh before crawling into the car behind Sunwoo.

You turn just enough to slam the car door shut, and then you’re on top of Sunwoo. He tugs you onto his lap, your skirt riding up enough to expose your thighs to him, but you give him no time to process anything, your lips already crushed against his. It’s sloppy, but the whine he emits just from the pressure behind it has heat curling in your stomach again. Your tongue dips into his open mouth, and he pushes against you with more force that you had anticipated. He curls his tongue around yours, sucking and licking at it, and your body begins to shudder against his.

Sunwoo drags your hips down against his own, groaning at the feeling of your heat against his growing member.

“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he hisses when he pulls away, moving his lips down to attach to your throat and sucking harsh marks into your skin. You whine at his statement, grinding against him of your own will once he’d set the rhythm. He feels so good against you, pressing against your clit in just the right way to have you curling against him with broken whines spilling from your lips. Sunwoo moves one of your hands to your hair, jerking your head to the side to expose more of your skin to him, and you know he grows impatient when your shirt gets in the way.

“Can I take this off?” He asks you, his eyes glittering when he looks up at you.

“Really think I’d say no to you?” You smile, reaching your hands down and pulling your shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the front seat. Sunwoo looks like he’s in heaven when you unclip your bra and throw it back with your shirt, baring your breasts for him.

“Fuck…” he breathes out, cupping one in his hand and brushing his thumb over your nipple. You force yourself to keep your breathing steady, to let him do what he wants. “You’re so pretty, baby. Wanna drown in your pretty tits.”

“Yeah?” You ask, your voice breathy. “Who’s stopping you, then?” He looks up at you like you’re his goddess, like he’d worship you every day and every night if you’d let him.

“Really?” He hardly waits for a response before he’s shoving his face into your tits, laving at the valley between them before ultimately choosing one to focus on with his mouth. He sucks at the nipple, tugging at it between his teeth and listening to the delicate whines you let out. The other breast doesn’t go unnoticed, one of his hands palming at it and tweaking the nipple for a few minutes before he switches sides to give each of your breasts the same treatment.

You haven’t stopped grinding on him in this time, your eyelids fluttering shut while your roll your hips over Sunwoo’s. You can feel his dick twitching in his soccer shorts, can feel him fighting the urge to jerk his hips into yours.

“Sunwoo,” you choke out, tugging at the strands of his hair. It doesn’t stop him, in fact you could swear that the action makes him suck harder on your tits and your voice breaks into a moan. “Sunwoo,”

This time when you speak, you yank his head back. He whines, his neck now at an awkward angle as he tries to sink back into your chest.

“Whyyyy,” he drawls with a pout. His lips are puffy and covered in spit, similar to your chest and you already know he’s sucked marks into your skin that’ll be visible for days after this.

“Wanna fuck you, baby.” You plead. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

His eyes roll into the back of his head at your tone, and he pushes you off of him just long enough to shove his clothing off. You do the same, noting the way your panties stick to your slick cunt. With a smirk, you discreetly tuck them into the center console while his back is still somewhat turned to you.

By the time he’s turned back around, you’ve stripped yourself of all your clothing and sunk your fingers into your core. Your eyes have fluttered shut with two fingers inside of you and your thumb rubbing circles into your clit.

“What are— what—” Sunwoo sounds like he’s going to cry, and you force your eyes open. He’s staring at your glistening folds with a look of pure hunger and you can only assume heartbreak as you finger yourself. “Why are you—”

“Gotta get myself ready for you,” you tell him with a pout. “Don’t—f-fuck— wanna make sure you fit i-inside of me.” Your back arches off the door and Sunwoo lunges for you, yanking your hand away from your pussy. The suddenness of the action makes you yelp, your eyes fly open again when Sunwoo sinks your fingers into his mouth. You can’t tell if the moan he lets out is genuine or if it’s for show, but it’s guttural and has your walls clenching around absolutely nothing. His tongue laves over your fingers, sucking them as far into his mouth as he can, getting as much of your taste off of your fingers as humanly possible before pulling them from his mouth and lowering your hand back to your side.

“That’s my job,” Sunwoo hisses, and then he’s lowering his body down so he can be level with your pussy. Two of his fingers prod at your entrance, and your hips jerk toward him against your well. He clicks his tongue when he sinks them into you. “Loosened your little cunt up a little bit already, hm? Gotta stretch you out even more though if I wanna fit inside you.”

You can only whine when he sinks a third finger into you, scissoring them inside of them and curling them into that sweet spot inside of you. The stretch begins to sting, ever so slowly ebbing away and being replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Oh god, Sunwoo.” You gasp out, your hand wrapping around his wrist but you can’t exactly figure out why. To slow him down? To force him to go faster? “Feels so fucking good, please.” You feel a coil beginning to tighten in your stomach as his fingers punch into that spot time and time again, his thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit similar to how you were. Fast learner.

Sunwoo grins at the way your face twists and contorts with pleasure, the way you try to control how your hips buck against his hand, the guttural moans you emit.

“Gonna cum, babe?” He knows the answer. He knows by the way you clench against him, the way your cunt tries to force his hand out.

“Yes,” you whine out, “yes, gonna c-cum. Sun-Sunwoo, please.”

“Please what, babe?” He coos. “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” Just to tease you, he slows down. “Do you want me to stop?”

“NO,” you cry out, taking matters into your own hands and fucking down onto his hand. “Ple-please let me cum!”

“Ohhh, I see.” He hums and drives his fingers into you faster, harder. Your whines and whimpers have become broken little sobs. “Fuck, babe, it’s like no one’s ever made you feel like this.” He can’t help but laugh when you clench down on him again.

“G-Gonna cum, Sunwoo!” He just hums, watching as you clench down once, twice, and then your body is jerking against his hand. Your cunt tries to force him out one more time but he continues to drive into you and work you through your first orgasm of the night.

When your body has stopped shuddering, Sunwoo finally pulls his fingers out of you. He raises them up a bit, just enough for you to see the way the mix of your arousal and your cum.

“Look at all this, baby.” He holds his fingers out to you with a broad grin on his face. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” Your eyes come back to focus when he prods his fingers against your lips. You let him sink his fingers into your mouth, nearly gagging when they hit the back of your throat. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

You swallow around his fingers, taking in the bittersweet taste on your tongue. Sunwoo watches you with hazy eyes when you take hold of his wrist again, holding his hand close to you while your tongue swirls around his fingers. You know exactly what he’s thinking, know exactly what’s going on behind those hazy eyes of his, and have to force yourself to pull off of his fingers when you know you’ve cleaned him off completely.

“Fucking minx,” he growls and grips your hips tightly in his hands, flipping you over so you’re on your hands and knees. “Did that on purpose, didn’t you? Knew I’d think of you sucking my cock, think of you gagging on it as I fuck your pretty little face?” You don’t have a response this time, only moaning when he shoves his cock into you with one harsh thrust.

He gives you no time to adjust, gives you no time to work through the sting it brings you but you don’t mind. Not when the stretch feels so good. Not when his cock is fucking into at a pace so harsh it has your body sliding across the seats. Your arm reaches out, hand desperately trying to find purchase on something, anything to hold you steady against the roughness of his hips slapping against yours.

His hand slides up your spine, tangling in your hair and yanking on it to pull you against him. Your moans become louder, harsher until they’ve turned into screams and cries of his name. You can feel the fabric of his car’s seats digging into your knees, feel the old Toyota Corolla rocking back and forth while the windows fog up with the heat of your sinful behavior.

One of Sunwoo’s legs slips down to the floor of the car, but he doesn’t slow as he adjusts his position. It gives him a new angle, new strength to fuck into you harder and faster, bruising your insides as he practically punches into your cervix from the force of his thrusts.

“How does this feel, hm?” He coos into your ear, his breathing heavy from overexhertion. “Does this feel good? Am I fucking you good, baby?”

“S-so good!” You cry out. “Fuckin’ me s’good, Sunwoo!”

“Yeah?” He bends you over again, this time hunching over your body and humping into you like a dog in heat. Your back arches into him, your body shaking with seemingly neverending pleasure. “Gonan cum f’me?” Sunwoo’s arms are all over you, pinching at your nipples, squeezing your waist, gripping your ass. His lips place firm kisses onto your spinal cord, sucking hickies into your skin that no one but him will see.

“YES!” Your voice breaks and you cum again, squeezing so tightly around his cock that he emits a moan so loud and sharp that you fear you’ve broken him.

Sunwoo pumps white hot cum into you in thick ropes that spill out while he continues to fuck you, overstimulating you both. The mixture of your cum drips down your legs and onto the fabric seats, and you pray that whoever sits back here after you doesn’t notice the white stain in the middle seat, doesn’t think to ask about this mystery stain and that Sunwoo refuses to give them an answer.

When his hips finally slow, when his dick finally softens inside of you and he slips out, you let your body sag against the seat. Sunwoo grimaces at the sight of you, dark marks littering your skin. He hopes that Soonyoung doesn’t ask questions about the way you limp into your classes the next few days. You hope he knows better by now than to question it.

“For a sophomore,” you wheeze out while you roll over. Sunwoo runs his hands up and down your thighs, smiling thoughtfully. “You sure seem to have lots of experience.”

“Never judge a book by its cover, babe.” He squeezes just above your knee, running his tongue across his lips when he sees more cum dripping out of you. You catch the fiery look in his eye and groan while you squeeze your legs shut. He groans when you use one foot to kick him back against the door opposite you.

“No,” you scold him. He looks like a kicked puppy.

“Whyyyy,” he reaches for your legs again and you push him back even more.

“I’m tired, Sunwoo.” You say but he just crawls on top of you with a mischievous grin.

“You won’t have to do anything,” he bargains. “Jus’ wanna taste you a little. That’s all!” You glare at him.

“One time.” His eyes light up and he pries your legs open again. “You get one more from me tonight, Kim Sunwoo. You hear me?”

“Mhm!” He dives straight into you, knowing that this was far from the last time he’d get you to cum in his car tonight.

“I still think that you should be thanking me,” Eric shuts the door of Sunwoo’s car with a sly grin.

“For what?” Sunwoo asks exasperatedly.

It had been less than 24 hours since Sunwoo had fucked you in his car and officially made you his after a long year and a half of pining. He was tired. His body was tired. He didn’t have the energy to deal with his best friend this early in the morning, or at all really.

“For getting you guys together! It was my idea, anyway.” Eric clicks his seatbelt into place and runs a hand through his dyed red hair. “Where are your car gummy worms?”

“Center console,” Sunwoo puts the car in drive and has barely begun to ease his foot off the brake when Eric lets a gasp so violent and loud that he slams his foot back down again. “What, what happened?” He slams the car back into park, his face going white when he sees what his best friend is dangling between two dainty fingers.

Black lace panties.

Your black lace panties.

“Sunwoo…you didn’t…” Eric chokes out with a mix of disgust and heartbreak on his face. Sunwoo rips the panties out of his best friend’s hands and shoves them into the pocket of his jeans. His face feels like it’s on fire, his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Do not ever speak of this to anybody. Ever.”

“You fucking FREAK!”

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peonysgreenhouse · 6 months

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-`♡´- kisses + the 13 flame-chasers

summary: what it says on the tin!

tags: flame-chasers x gn!reader, griseo's is platonic of course, fluff, lots of kissies.

i. kevin kaslana

kevin’s last try at love had left him unable to touch anything living, his body now colder than ice. he craves the contact he once was able to give and receive freely, but to sacrifice his own body in pursuit of the MOTH’s goals was something he was more than willing to do. but even the icy-hearted first flame chaser has his moments of weakness. in those moments he’ll grab your tie, or the end of your skirt and bring it up to his lips, inhaling the scent he was never close enough to know, and wonder how warm your skin felt underneath.

ii. elysia

elysia adores everything about you, and she wants you to know how much you are loved every moment she is with you. she places kisses to any place she can reach, but more than that she loves watching your reactions. so human, so beautiful. it’s not rare to end up with her rosy gloss all over you.

iii. aponia

aponia likes listening to you breathe. underneath a tree in the tall grass, your head in her lap. it’s one of the few times she feels she can live in the present. the future is the farthest thing from her mind as she leans down and places a kiss to your forehead, telling you to go to sleep. she doesn’t command you to do it so, but with her soft humming, you soon drift off. aponia kisses your eyelids, then, and prays for your dreams to be pleasant.

iv. eden

her lips taste of the finest wine; how could you not get intoxicated after kissing her? the high of eden’s performance doesn’t wear off for hours, and she loves to perch you up on her vanity and kiss you until she’s satisfied… and eden is hard to satiate. out of all the endless riches she has amassed, you are her favorite treasure of all.

v. vill-v

the great magician loves to woo you with her performances. look down into their hat and when you see nothing inside, she’ll tilt your chin up and give you a quick peck.

the expert likes to ramble off her ideas for projects — you’re the only one allowed in their lab. it’s not often they get excited about things, but with you there she finds that old passion for inventing return in spades. when you aren’t looking, she’ll place a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering out her thanks.

vill-v loves you wholly, with every part of themself.

vi. kalpas

you’re one of the few who has gotten to see under kalpas’s mask. his skin is fair, sunken pale eyes tired and angry. it’s the first time he lets you see underneath that you finally get to kiss him. his teeth are bared, and he threatens to kill you for standing so close. but when your lips touch his own, all feigned malice melts away, and he pulls you into him hard.

vii. su

his kisses are featherlight, as soft as a summer breeze. as busy as he is with his work, he will always find pockets of time to spend with you. even if it’s just as small as kissing your cheek before he leaves for work, he will remember your loving eyes, the way the morning light made your skin glow, your small smile… yes, this is one memory that will follow him forevermore.

viii. SAKURA

SAKURA always looks for you after battles. she is covered in bruises and cuts that will leave ugly scars later, but she needs to know you’re okay; that the one person left that she loves is still there. she ushers you someplace quiet and hums, a familiar song that she once sang to RIN and patches you up. you tell her of an old superstition that you once heard, and she takes it to heart. SAKURA doesn’t let you go until she’s placed her lips against every future scar, promising you that next time, she’ll keep you safe.

ix. kosma

try as he might, he will never be able to figure out what you’re thinking. when you reassure him that you like him, he wonders if you mean in a way that he can sit close to you. it’s easier show him what’s on your mind, tilt his chin up and plant a sweet kiss to his lips. kosma will think about your touch for a long time, one hand touching his lips and the other balled into his tunic. he hopes you’ll kiss him again and again.

x. mobius

mobius tastes sickeningly sweet, you sometimes wonder if her lipstick is laced with poison. when mobius kisses you, it is needy, her lips moving hard and fast against your own, pressing you against her lab table. when she pulls back, you’re seeing stars, and she grins at you like a predator. you can’t help but think if this is where you die, it wouldn’t be so bad.

xi. griseo

mama aponia tells griseo that kisses are reserved for people she loves. and so she gives mama aponia a kiss on the cheek before she goes to look for inspiration. today, you are her muse, and you sit for hours as she paints every color that she sees in you; each one unique to you. once you’re done, she tugs your sleeve and tells you to come look. you tell her it’s beautiful, and she kisses you on the cheeks as thanks.

xii. fu hua

hua fights with her fists, and so the bruises left on her knuckles are forever rosy, never allowed to fully heal. when she spars with you, she never goes easy, and you’re face down in the dirt after only one round. she notices the deep purple of fresh bruises on your hands, and places a kiss to each one, praising you for trying so hard.

xiii. pardofelis

pardo loves all things shiny, but she’s found she doesn’t mind being paid in kisses from time to time. she purrs as you take her cheeks into your hands, kissing her all over the face. felis can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles, falling forward into your lap and nuzzling into your neck.

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percervall · 10 months

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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt3}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: mentions of sexism/double standards Word count: 978 Taglist: @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @vellicora

Part 3 of the Mamma Mia series

The one thing none of you had considered was how to explain all of this to your bosses. You were fairly sure Lewis would make sure you couldn’t lose your job over this, but somehow the idea of losing Toto’s respect felt worse than that. So as soon as you entered the paddock, you went to find Toto to ask him to call a meeting with the Haas team principal. Looking at your watch, you see that you have another fifteen minutes to go before Steiner gets here. Resting a hand on your stomach, you breathe through another wave of nausea.

“Here,” someone to your left says as they hand you your favourite mug with ginger tea.

“Thanks Mick,” you offer weakly, taking a careful sip. Mick smiles and sits down next to you.

“So, George wasn’t lying,” he says, looking over to where Lewis, Kevin and Mark are standing, deep in conversation.

“No, he wasn’t,” you admit. Both of you are quiet for a while.

“I do wanna say thank you. For making life more stressful for Steiner. Just wish it didn’t have to include me knowing you slept with two men I look up to,” Mick breaks the silence. You can tell from the twinkle in his eyes that he is mostly joking. You nudge him with your shoulder.

“Gotta look out for my Micky, don’t I? Even if it leads to feeling like a lamb being led to slaughter..”

“Toto won’t think any differently of you. You’ve been here for all of Lewis’ scandals with women. He’d be a hypocrite.”

“He would be, however, the standard for women is different. Especially in this sport. I have worked with Toto for 10 years now so logically I know he won’t hold it against me. Doesn’t mean I’m not scared of what will happen next,” you say while looking at the ginger floating in your mug. Sighing you get up, signalling to Lewis that it’s time. Despite knowing Mick is right, you can’t help the feeling of absolute dread at needing to come clean about your predicament.

“Now that that’s over and done with,” Mark starts as the four of you make your way back outside of the motor home after promising both team principles to handle this like adults and stay out of trouble, “Lewis, Kevin and I were figuring out logistics for our plans of wooing you.”

“Oh great..” you mutter, “So what, you’re gonna rock, paper, scissors this?”

“Something like that,” Lewis chuckles, “Can I take you out to dinner after the race on Sunday?”

“After the race debrief you mean? I-.. Yeah, okay.”

“Great,” Lewis says, a fondness to his eyes that catches you off guard, “Just wear something comfortable, we’re not going to a fancy restaurant.” He gives your arm a squeeze before getting whisked away by one of the Mercedes press officers. Mark and Kevin also say goodbye, and you can tell both of them would love nothing more than to show more affection towards you than you’re ready for right now. In the end both of them settle for a hug before leaving you alone with your thoughts. You quickly make your way into your office to gather the data you need for the meeting with the engineers ahead of qualifying.

The rest of the weekend passes in a blur. Making sense of the cars’ performances during the three qualifying sessions keeps you busy enough to refrain you from even thinking about Sunday evening. It’s not until you’re back in your hotel after the race debrief that you remember you need to get ready for dinner –for a date.

“I don’t even know where we’re going,” you mutter as you dig through your suitcase for something that isn’t Mercedes branded. Thankfully you find a patterned skirt you had thrown in to travel home in, the bloating you are beginning to experience making trousers uncomfortable sometimes. You get out the ironing board and let the iron heat up while you freshen up, getting ready in record time. You hear a knock on the door as you finish tying your laces.

“Coming!” you call out, getting up from the chair. You quickly let Lewis in while you gather your phone and wallet.

“This is the best I could do with the clothes I brought, hope it’s okay?” you say, as you put your belongings in a tote bag, not having brought a purse this weekend.

“You look beautiful,” Lewis says, taking in your outfit. You decided to pair the skirt with a plain cropped t-shirt and your trainers. “You always look beautiful,” he adds. You feel your cheeks heat up under his gaze and awkwardly clear your throat.

“Thanks. You look good, too,” you reply, trying not to stare at the way his white t-shirt clings to his muscles. He gives you a wink that only makes you more flustered. Get it together, you scold yourself, he’s a friend. You follow Lewis out of your hotel room and let him lead you down to the garage where he opens the car door for you of the Mercedes he was driving all weekend. You murmur a thanks and let him help you in, the warmth of his hand comfortable as it holds onto yours. For a moment you feel 16 all over again, getting swept off your feet when your crush would hold the door for you. Lewis gives you a smile and closes the door before rounding the car, giving you a second to take a deep breath. The two of you are silent as he pulls out of the garage and onto the streets of Monza.

“Where are we going?” you ask as Lewis merges onto the motorway.

“You’ll see,” he replies with a smile. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his secrecy and settle in for the drive.

A shorter chapter this time, but the next one will make up for it! Gearing up to the dates now 🙊

Feel free to let me know your thoughts! Your comments, tags, and love for the previous chapters meant the absolute world to me 💜

#f1 fanfic #kevin magnussen x reader #kevin magnussen x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #mamma mia fic

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rik-mayall-owns-my-heart · 2 months

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Imagine Kevin trying to work up the nerve to ask you out

Kevin Turvey x GN!Reader

Fluff!

Warnings: none

Summary: A fun little imagine I conjured up about the cutest investigative reporter. Pretty much what the title says, Kevin working up the nerve to ask you out, enjoy💛

(Gif not mine, credit goes to whoever made it)

Pacing back and forth by the river for goodness knows how long, Kevin had been working up the nerve to ask out his crush and long time best friend, you. As well as rehearsing various lines and approaches for you. Which was tricky for him, to say the least.

Although he was somewhat confident initially, he quickly realizes that this is going to be a lot harder than he thought it'd be.

"Right". Kevin takes in a breath, straightening his posture before speaking,

"Hello Y/N, we've been friends for like a while, right and I've been wondering if you'd fancy going out...with me." Kevin only shakes his head. " I need to be more confident, they'd like that, I bet."

Taking a straighter stance and lifting his chin, slightly grimacing his face into a more serious expression, he starts again,

"Oy there love. I like you and you like me too, let's go out" he says in a comically cocky manner, wriggling his shoulders and bobbing his head a little when speaking.

Then he pauses, eyes moving to the ground in thought.

"Perhaps that's a bit too forceful." He says, relaxing his stance. "Right, straight to the point then.."

Kevin takes in another breath before blurting out in a rapid pace "Hello Y/N, for some time now I've grown romantic feelings for you, like, I like you much more than a friend. Fancy a date with me?" He pierces his lips closed and visibly tenses up.

As if holding in a breath, he lets out a sharp exhale with a slight slouch of his back, brushing a hand through his hair in a mixture of deep thought and frustration.

"We've known each other for years now, why in the bloody hell is this so difficult!" He exclaims in utter annoyance. His voice slightly cracking at the end of his sentence.

Although it was hard for Kevin to recognize it, the reason he was stressing over this so much is because his feelings for you were deep and genuine and the last thing he wants to do is mess up the first step of confessing his feelings for you and yes, taking you out on a proper date. You were perfect to him, so this confession must be equally so. He's never felt this way about anybody before, not even about Theresa Kelly. No, these feelings were much more serious, Kevin couldn't stop thinking about you, your laugh, the way you'd listen to his ramblings about whatever mundane investigation he was fixated on without ridiculing or making fun of him, the way you'd smile at him when you'd greet him before a hang out, and the kindness you'd shown him was something that made his heart pitter-patter in a most wonderful way. He was downright smitten with you, although he didn't realize it right away, only expressing confusion at how he'd get butterflies when he saw you or how his heart sped up when you'd look him in the eye but when he finally does realize it, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Then came the overthinking and fussing over how to tell you, if he should tell you and the worry that his feelings would ruin your friendship because he truly didn't know if you even felt romantically towards him at all, let alone as strongly as he felt for you. Was this gamble of spilling his feelings out for you even worth it? He didn't know but what he did know is that he at least wanted to give it a shot. Truth is, he was terrified of the idea of another man wooing you and taking you away from him. He couldn't even stomach the thought without feeling a little nauseous. And who knew! Maybe you felt the same for him as he did you! There was only one way to know for sure. Which brings us back to now.

"This is utterly useless!" He says with a small stomp.

"Forget the lines, forget the plans. I'll approach them and say whatever comes natural, in the moment. Improvisation." Head bobbing lightly and eyes gazing off into the water, his nerves eat away at him but Kevin's defiance overcomes the nervousness, if not a bit aggressively.

"Oh bugger it!" Fueled by determination alone, he sets off for your house.

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daydreamkissesxo · 9 days

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Antonio Dawson x reader | baby daddy.

warning: (18+, mature) this story contains smut!

Part 1

Voight and the team eagerly gathered around the board centred in the bull pen, evidence of an old case now pinned up against it as Voight guided them through the necessary information.

"So, we're looking for this prick right here." Voight pointed up at the prison mugshot of your father, one he'd taken on a less serious charge than he'd inevitably face now.

"Preciously incarcerated for assault and attempted murder, now he's thinks he's the fucking godfather. Got a whole community behind him, and a hit list longer than my arm." Voight watched as everyone's gaze shifted to the board, stepping aside before lifting his hand to tap the photo beside your father's. "His wife, childhood sweetheart and the mother to his only daughter."

The photo beside your mothers was yours, one your friends had previously taken of you on one of your recent vacations to Greece.

Voight glanced over at the team but one member in particular caught his attention immediately, Antonio.

There was something more than curiosity lingering behind his eyes, he was truly engrossed in the photo on display.

Antonio was aware of the clear age gap between the two of you, but that didn't stop him from admiring the way your breasts almost spill from the tiny bralette you chose to wear, the sunkissed glow that was only highlighted beneath the beach bar's bright lights.

"See something you like, Dawson?" Voight asked as he directed his attention towards him, the rest of the team soon following.

"No, no. Just taking it all in." Antonio replied, attempting to sound as convincing as he could while his cock throbbed almost painfully.

Voight wasn't convinced, but he couldn't care less as there were more important things occupying his mind.

Upon turning away, he tapped your photo on the board with the tip of his index finger.

"This is Y/N, the only daughter of this wannabe mobster. She's our key to getting close to him, and I need someone to go in undercover and woo her hard enough to get there."

Adam raised his hand which brought out an amused chuckle from Antonio, there was no way he was going to let Ruzek take the job.

"I'll go in." Antonio said, completely cutting Adam off before turning to look over at him.

"You think her dad is gonna trust someone as young as you? No. He'd trust someone who's been in the scene longer, someone he can relate to."

Adam looked oddly offended yet he couldn't stop the smirk creeping its way onto his face.

"There's a slight age gap here. You not worried you're old enough to be her dad?"

Antonio chuckled sarcastically, pushing himself up off his desk before roughly patting Adam's shoulder.

"Experience comes with age, pretty boy. Trust me, she'd pick me over you any day." He said confidently, dropping his hand as he walked away.

Antonio barely slept the night before your meet, curiosity kept his mind active.

He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since leaving the precinct, you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

He combed through every social media profile you owned, desperate for further insight into your life.

It was easy to see how freely you lived, your posts varied from extravagant city breaks to endless shopping trips.

He could have spent all night looking through the photos, but sleep was the only way for time to pass fast enough so the day you'd meet would finally come.

Antonio had never rolled out of bed fast enough that morning, his heart was already racing with adrenaline and he wasn't even in your presence yet.

His shirt was pristinely ironed, his hair slicked back neatly and he'd even worn his finest cologne which Adam repeatedly pointed out during their meet at the surveillance van.

"What cologne is that? I think my dad wears it." He bit back a laugh, nudging Kevin's side playfully.

"You know, if you worked as hard as you did cracking jokes, the city could finally sleep." Antonio glared up at him before glancing down at his belt to continue readjusting it.

Once comfortable, he slipped the newly tapped phone into his pocket before lifting a hand to gently hover over his perfectly slick hair, ensuring not a piece had fallen free.

"How you planning on woo'ing her?" Asked Kevin as he looked up from the screen in front of him.

"I can get you some viagra if you're struggling to keep it up these days, heard it happens as you get older. I know a guy." Interrupted Adam, on the verge of bursting into laughter.

"Yeah? You go there often?"Antonio snapped back, running his hand down his pristine shirt to smooth out the tiniest of wrinkles.

"How I woo her is none of your concern, let's just focus on the job."

With the surveillance van parked across the street, Antonio stood at the entrance of the bustling bar with growing nerves.

Upon entering, he was met with the attention of several clearly unsettled regulars and a cocktail of scents.

His eyes met every corner of the room in search of you, and it wasn't long before he'd finally spotted you.

He took a moment to admire you from afar, he never knew such beauty could exist.

He cleared the cluster of nerves from his throat, attempting to look around in search of a free seat to avoid any possible suspicion.

Antonio took the seat at the bar beside you, the radiating scent of your perfume hit his nostrils as instantly as he'd sat. The scent was so intense it almost knocked him off the barstool, that paired with your presence had his heart fluttering like a prepubescent boy.

You hadn't acknowledged him yet, and for that he was grateful. Everything he'd planned out before entering the bar had vanished from his mind at the sight of you alone, he had seconds to fully prepare himself and he was panicked.

You abruptly ended the conversation with the girl beside you as the sudden scent of men's designer cologne hit, turning your head very slightly you then noticed the man sat beside you.

You looked him over intriguingly before turning your body to fully face his, your heart excitedly skipping a beat as your eyes unintentionally meet his.

He nervously chuckled and averted his gaze, such simple actions made you feel so incredibly powerful, did you always have that effect on people?

"Can I buy you a drink, handsome stranger?" You asked, your voice dripping in seduction which caused Antonio to smirk as Adam's comment about age sprung to mind.

Antonio turned to look at you, the mischievous twinkle in your eye made his heart flutter.

You smiled as he nodded, motioning over the bartender to order the best bottle of bourbon whiskey on the menu.

You were practically undressing him with your eyes and it didn't go unnoticed, Antonio felt hot and flustered under your seductive gaze but he had to pull himself together for the task.

"Do you always buy handsome strangers a drink?" He asked playfully, placing his hand on the bar just inches from yours, the tip of his index finger brushing against your pinky.

Your heart skipped a beat at the slight touch, taking this as a sign that he was just as interested in you as you were him.

"A man has never let me buy him a drink before. Men usually want me tipsy, hoping I'll give in to their pathetic advances." You smirk, pulling your hand away as you watch the bartender place the bottle down.

"Is that what this is? You wanna get me tipsy?" Antonio smirked, watching as you pour the bourbon.

His playful tone made you smile, this encounter was far different from any you'd ever had with a man before.

"Fuck, you've caught me." You joked, rolling your eyes playfully before placing the glass in front of him.

He reached for your hand as you started to retract it, he held it gently before lifting it to his lips to press a tender kiss to your knuckles.

Your heart fluttered so violently you almost winced, your eyes scanning between his lingering lips and the gentle gaze that stared back at you.

"You're so beautiful Prinseca." He whispered, his lips brushing against your delicate skin before slowly lowering your hand but continuing to hold it.

You'd heard that compliment a thousand times before, but this particular one made you physically incapable of responding.

Antonio knew you were taken back by his forwardness but he shrugged it off, reaching for the glass you'd set in front of him to throw the bourbon back.

You watched his every move in amazement, attempting to gain some control over your newly paralysed vocal cords.

"I'm Mateo." He smiled, his thumb slowly caressing your knuckles.

You briefly glanced down at your hand, watching how delicately he touched you, while you could only dream for a slightly harsher touch.

"Y/N.." you replied, your eyes meeting his once more, your darkened pupils immediately noted by Antonio.

"I bet your dad nearly has a heart attack every time you leave the house."

Your smile brightened with amusement, shaking your head slightly in disagreement.

"Thankfully not. As long as I'm not getting into trouble, he doesn't care where I go.."

Antonio thought it was quite sad, your father was too preoccupied with his own affairs that he'd let you roam so freely with no care or concern.

He could now confidently confirm that you were clueless to your father's source of income and he was thankful for that.

"He'd probably kill you if he saw how close we were sitting though." You smirked playfully, glancing down at the very small gap that separated your knees from touching one another's.

He chuckled, shrugging it off. "Yeah? Well then I'd die a very happy man."

You giggled as he winked, your infectious smile causing Antonio to smile too.

As the night went on, the two of you spent hours conversing about multiple topics, all lead by Antonio as he was practically conducting an investigation of his own.

You'd shared personal stories about your childhood and the absence of your father growing up, money very clearly bought your silence as you never dared to complain about your upbringing.

He didn't shy away from physical affection for comfort, occasionally caressing your knee or softly stroking your hair.

Each gentle touch felt like you were being edged, he could have changed the direction of the night many times but he wanted you to be the one to do it.

You placed your hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before slowly leaning closer, purposely bringing your barely clothed breasts closer to him.

"Why don't we go and get room service?" You asked in a seductive tone, sliding your hand up and down his thigh a little.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew he could possibly lose his job, but he was ready to risk it all for just a singular night of passion.

"Lead the way baby." He replied, allowing you to take his hand and lead him through the bar and into the back towards the attached hotel lobby.

Once clear of a crowd, Antonio tugged at your hand to spin you around to face him.

You lightly collided with his chest, your hand pressed against his peck as you gently push yourself back to gaze up at him in confusion, your mind immediately assuming the worst.

His arm slithered around your waist, his hand settling on your lower back as he pulled you against him, your breasts forced against his chest.

He saw the nervous glint in your eye, you'd had no experience with a man of his age and he was determined to be both the first and last.

He watched as your lips started to part, assuming it was to ask him something, but he immediately cut you off with a burning kiss.

You instantly reciprocated his kiss, your hand slowly gripping a fistful of his shirt in desperation.

You stumbled back in an attempt to lead him towards your room yet the two of you never came apart, he closed in the gap you'd unintentionally created.

Hotel guests watched in disgust as the two of you passed by, unable to keep neither your hands nor your lips from each other.

Each time you tried to create just a small amount of distance to catch your breath, Antonio pulled you right back in.

Your back collided with the wall as he pinned you against it, his hands groping your breasts before falling to your waist.

"Where's your key, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips, one of his hands falling to your outer thigh before his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your dress to graze your skin.

Your hands desperately unbuttoned his shirt, gasping excitedly against his lips as hands roamed his toned abdomen as his shirt now hang open.

"In my bra." You replied, pulling back from his kiss to plant several wet kisses against his exposed collarbone.

He wasted not a second longer, slipping his hand past the confinement of your bra in search of the key.

He groaned softly as his fingertips graze your nipple, groping your unclothed breast before retrieving the keycard.

He pulled back to glance down at the room number engraved on it, stepping back before reaching for your hand to lead you towards it.

His heart excitedly skipped a beat as he heard the click of the door signalling it was open, and like a gentlemen he then held it open for you to walk in.

You waited for Antonio to follow you in before shoving him against the door to close it, kissing him passionately.

Your hands roam his bare chest as he walks you towards the bed, his hands sliding around your lower back and down towards your ass to grope it.

Antonio wrapped his fingers around the hem of your dress either side, almost tearing it as he rushed to pull it up and over your head.

Your hair fell back into place perfectly, you were left in the light pink lace lingerie you'd thankfully chosen to wear.

He groaned in pure arousal as his eyes roam your semi naked body, you looked so pristine and he just had to corrupt you.

Your eyes fell to his hands as he fumbled with his belt, you immediately reached for his hands to pull them away and replace them with your own.

He felt a sense of relief as his jeans were loosened, allowing you to drag them down past his hips so they pool around his ankles.

He grabbed hold of your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him before his lips came crashing down on yours.

"Go and sit on the bed like a good girl." He whispered as he pulled away.

You did as instructed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with your legs purposely spread, your hands placed behind your back on the sheets.

He felt a bead of pre cum leak from his aching tip at the sight alone, he was almost breathless.

He watched as you lay back, pressing a knee between your thighs as he lowered himself to hover over you.

With one hand placed beside your head for support, his free hand was able roam your body.

He lowered his head, pressing tender kisses against your neck while his hand slid down your chest and abdomen to find placement between your thighs, tracing your clothed core with his fingertips.

Your hips eagerly bucked in desperation, hoping it would somehow force a slightly harsher touch.

Antonio smirked, halting his touch altogether as he glanced up at you.

"Let me savour this moment mi amor, be patient." He scolded, redirecting his attention back towards your core.

He pushed aside your newly damp underwear with his fingers before slipping them between your soaking wet folds, eliciting a whimper from you.

It was like music to his ears, and he craved to hear more. He ran his fingers through your folds several times over, spreading your arousal and forcing further moans from you.

It wasn't until his fingers started to circle your clit that he saw a drastic change in your response, your moans grew louder and your back started to arch off the bed.

"You like that, baby? Hm? That feel good?" He asked, expecting little to no response as he purposely plunged his fingers into you, his eyes widening lustfully at as your walls flutter.

Your growing pleasure was abruptly cut short as harshly pulled his fingers from you, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your underwear to yank it down past your hips and thighs, stepping off the bed as he dragged it down your calves and ankles before letting the skimpy material fall to the ground.

Aching for his touch and curious as to his next move, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows to watch him.

Your gaze fell to his hands as you watch him slide his boxers past his hips, watching as his cock spring free.

You were practically salivating at the sight, your hole clenching around nothing in anticipation for the pleasure his cock would offer.

You watched as Antonio reached down to pull a condom from the pocket of his discarded jeans.

Your heart sank dramatically at the thought of him actually using it, you didn't want to be deprived of the sensations he naturally had to offer.

You waited until he hovered over you once more before taking the opportunity to flip the two of you over, placing one of your hands on his shoulder for support while the other reached down to hold his cock upright before allowing yourself to sink down onto it.

A loud moan erupted from your throat in unison with a grunt from Antonio, your head tilting back as you'd bottomed out.

You placed the hand that guided you onto his chest before starting to rock your hips, a mixture of loud moans and soft whimpers leaving your lips.

Antonio was in and out of bliss, the reasonable man within him knew he had to use the condom that sit between his index and middle finger but the pleasure you provided was so great that those thoughts were interrupted.

"Baby? Baby, I gotta put this condom on." He whispered, lifting a hand to wrap his fingers around one of your breasts to knead it.

You purposely picked up the pace hoping it would distract him, your moans becoming more frequent and noticeably louder.

Bringing both of your hands up towards your back, you unclasped your bra before pulling it from your body and throwing it over your shoulder.

Your breasts bounced freely as you rode him and his eyes watched them so attentively.

"No daddy, please. I wanna feel you, please." You whine desperately, placing your hand on his forearm before gliding it upwards until your hand slipped over his, forcing his hand back up towards your unclothed breasts.

Antonio's mind malfunctioned in that very moment, he stared up at you in disbelief. He'd unintentionally allowed you to dominate the entire moment and being so far gone in pleasure, he didn't even attempt to try to stop you.

Your moans were pornographic and Antonio felt like a god hearing how good his cock made you feel so he refused to deprive himself of hearing how good it'd feel as he came inside you, especially as you were so desperate for it.

He threw the condom aside before reaching up to on your cheek roughly, pulling your head down towards his to allow his lips to crash against yours.

"No condom baby girl." He whispered against your lips, eager to please you.

He felt your movements start to falter and took full advantage of the situation, placing his hand on your mid back to hold you in place as he rolled the two of you over.

In the process of switching position, he'd thrusted into you so deeply that his tip surely touched your cervix, the moan you let out forced Antonio's eyes to roll back.

His hand gripped the pillow beside your head as he thrust into you relentlessly, he was once again in full control.

Antonio's fingers found their way to your clit once more and it took only a few seconds for you to start convulsing beneath him.

He felt your resistance as you attempted to push yourself further up the bed in avoidance of his touch, clearly overstimulated.

The hand the rest beside your head gripped at your shoulder, pinning you against the bed to hold you in position.

"Where you going baby girl?" He whispered almost sadistically, his fingers circling at an increasing speed.

You were a whimpering mess beneath him, writhing within his restraint.

"Don't fight it baby, relax. Just relax.." he cooed, his own climax drawing near as he felt your walls start to tighten around him.

You raised a hand to push at Antonio's shoulder, signalling him to stop but the impending wave of unimaginable pleasure finally hit.

"Fuck, Mateo!" You cried out, throwing your head back as you let it wash over you, your back arching off the bed.

Your body was on fire, pleasure coursing through your veins and slowly paralysing you.

Antonio completely looked past the fact you were calling out his fake name, the sensation of your walls fluttering around him were enough to throw him over the edge of his own climax.

His thrusts began to falter as he filled you with his cum, thick white ropes of it now coating your walls.

He became a whimpering mess, barely able to hold his head up as he felt his body grow limp.

He used all the strength he had left to prevent himself from collapsing onto you, his gaze slowly meeting yours as he looked down at you.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked sincerely, using his now free hand to support his body weight as he brought the other hand down to your cheek to cup it gently.

You nodded in response, a smile slowly creeping its way onto your face.

"Are you?" You asked playfully, breathing heavily as your chest rise and fall at an increased pace.

"Better than okay, never been better." He smirked, slowly pulling himself out before moving to lay on his back beside you, his chest moving just as rapidly as yours.

A part of him expected you to immediately cling to him, but he watched as you lay still, as if you were almost hesitant to do so.

The hesitation regarding your climax slowly came to mind seconds later, it left him to wonder whether you'd even ever experienced one before, his detective skills were slowly piecing these bits of information together to come to his very own conclusion.

Perhaps you'd only ever met men who selfishly thought for themselves, but he wasn't going to let you feel dissatisfied in his company.

He extended his arm, sliding it beneath your neck before gently pulling you closer, signalling for you to get closer.

You slowly turned your head to look at him, the warm gaze staring back at you made your heart flutter violently.

"You're gonna hurt my feelings if you don't get over here. I am good for other things, you know?" His tone was playful and it made you smile.

You willingly let him pull you closer, resting your head against his shoulder as he'd instigated before wrapping your arm over his chest, your calf slipping between the two of his.

The warmth radiating off his body and the exhaustion of your sexual encounter made you sleepy, you allowed your eyes to close to preserve whatever energy you could.

His fingers gently play with several strands of your hair, a smile slowly settling on his face as if he had not a worry in the world.

He forcibly shut out the facts, the real reason he was in your company and the task he had ahead.

He wanted to prolong the night, the time he had left with you before he'd inevitably had to leave to report back to Voight.

He froze as he felt you nuzzle your head against his shoulder, lifting his head a little to glance down at you.

He leant in, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before reaching for the comforter to pull over the two of you.

He wasn't particularly bothered about himself, but he wanted to cover your modesty and keep you warm.

He adjusted the covers, covering only up to your shoulders as he didn't want to smother you.

"So, no round two?" He joked, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"In a minute.." you mumbled sleepily, drifting in and out of your sexually induced sleepiness.

He held you close as he lay his head against the pillow, soaking in the beauty of the moment you’d shared while he could.

- This is my first time writing and I’m still not too confident, any constructive feedback is welcome!

-I am posting several other parts to this story in the next few days🫣

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ao3feed-ateez · 3 months

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the downfall of ricky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MjveqzD by ilovekeyfromshineeteehee y/n needs to find her oppa asap! but nobody will get with her :( shes just a koreaboo. but soon a magical fairy rei gets her with shindong and she meets his nephew, ricky. ricky does it with y/n but soon y/n finds out hes a cheater. zhang hao bites the curb. zhang hao and y/n soon break up w ricky. everyone falls inlove with the nonchalant dreadhead taesan.wait.. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵… freakbob not now!! Words: 2564, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), NCT (Band), P1Harmony (Band), ATEEZ (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), Stray Kids (Band), The Boyz (Korea Band), Super Junior, IVE (Band), ENHYPEN (Band), ILLIT (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Shen Quanrui | Ricky, Lee Heeseung, Han Dongmin | Taesan, Zhang Hao (ZEROBASEONE), Kim Taerae (ZEROBASEONE), Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong, Naoi Rei, Mark Lee (NCT), Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Choi Taeyang | Theo, Haku Shota | Soul, Han Jisung | Han, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Yoon Keeho, Kim Woonhak, Lee Sanghyeok | Riwoo, Myung Jaehyun, Woo Jiho | Zico, Na Jaemin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Yujin (ZEROBASEONE), Park Gunwook, Seok Matthew, Sung Hanbin, Kim Jiwoong (ZEROBASEONE), Moon Hyungseo | Kevin, Bae Junyung | Jacob, Kim Gyuvin, freakbob Relationships: Shen Quanrui | Ricky/Reader, Kim Taerae (ZEROBASEONE)/Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong/Reader, Shen Quanrui | Ricky/Zhang Hao, Han Jisung/Soul | Haku Shota, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee, Heeseung/Freakbob, Taesan/All the girls, Ricky/All the girls Additional Tags: Niggers - Freeform, zhang hao biting the curb, Rape, zhang hao getting booty raped, zhang hao getting jumped by woonhak riwoo and jaehyun, ricky cheater, nonchalant dreadhead, ricky mean, nigger, nigga, master zico, zhang hao bleeding out of anus, y/n finds oppa, y/n oppa, jaemin dont give a fuck about y/n, han and soul have sex, keeho loves ricky, Ricky rizz, rizz - Freeform, Ohio, skibidi, taesan is the real nonchalant dreadhead, taesan might be gay, wait.. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵… - Freeform, freakbob - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MjveqzD

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t3kandson · 2 years

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Fresh Air Adventures

Wordcount; 3,084

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Kim Younghoon & Reader X Lee Hyunjae. (O11 through the series)

Characters; O11 & Kim Hyungseo Aka Bibi.

Warning; Angst, Wanking & Outside Sex.

Notes; Chapter 5/12 of Learning Love earlier Chapters found here.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

“So how does it work? Bibi quizzed intrigued when your boyfriends was getting the coffees for your double date. “What do you mean?” you asked tilting your head confused with her statement till her eyes took to your boyfriend. “Seeing other people,” she said blushing as you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You and Younghoon had been dating for three months now, though you knew his bed was full, the only person in your bed had been Haknyeon. “It’s just how it is really,” you smiled not being use to how to answer when you still wasn’t sure, never having slept with anyone without him present. “Don’t either you get jealous?” She quizzed as you smiled, this question was easy. “Nope I know I’m the one he comes back to,” you said watching the sexy ass of your man in your view. “What about him with you?” She continued, as you bit your lip. You only had Haknyeon to go on and there wasn’t any time you saw jealousy, you worked perfectly instead. “Oh i see, I told Kevin there would be jealousy somewhere,” Bibi said smiling at her boyfriend who had turned to blow kisses her way. “It’s not that, it’s just there’s not really been opportunities for me to put him in that position to be jealous,” you explained as Younghoon rolled his eyes at Kevin’s romantic antics across the cafe. “Wait what so it’s an open relationship just for him,” Bibi scoffed eyes widened. “No, just suppose I’m just inexperience at the wooing part,” you chuckled. “Well that’s true because we know some want you,” Bibi sniggered. “Well come on dish the dirt,” you asked fidgeting in your seat.

“Youngjae for one,” she smirks your way. “He’s always moaning to Kevin & Jacob that Younghoon took you before he had a chance,” she sniggered as the guys made there way to you. Your mind wandered over the younger of the group. You wasn’t blind to his lack of enthusiasm of you and Younghoon. He was always cheerful and enjoying entertaining the group with laughter. But the second you gave the slight attention to him he would close up. Though not as closed up as Sunwoo who made it obvious he hated you.

“I got you your favourite,” Younghoon broke through your thoughts as he passed you your favourite luxury hot chocolate. “Thanks baby,” you smiled pouting your lips for him to kiss them which he obliged. “So what was you two lovely ladies talking about then?” Kevin asked as his lips left Bibi. “Oh we was just talking about how there open relationship was just one way,” Bibi said making you splutter on your hot liquid that had you a dribbling mess. “No, no that’s not quite what I said,” you scowled. “You said you hadn’t seen anyone else why he had,” She said tilting her head. “Baby I love you and everything but yeah sometimes you need to leave some stuff in there,” Kevin said pressing his finger to her forehead. “I wasn’t complaining by the way,” you said to Younghoon’s confusion. “Just answering why you don’t get jealous,” you added as your heart thundered in your chest. “It’s ok baby you don’t have to panic I know ok, I know you would never moan,” he said smiling as he planted a kiss soothing your concerns before changing the subject with Kevin.

It was Haknyeon’s birthday and you was making him a cake with Bibi or rather watching her as she spread her talent. You was bent over the counter helping to place the strawberry’s on the cake when you felt a body lean into you. Your arms slunk around the neck of your boyfriend as it froze behind you. “You hungry baby,” you smirked as you twisted to plant the strawberry in your hand in his mouth, but your heart leapt when the status frozen was Youngjae.

“Oh shit sorry I thought you was,” “Younghoon clearly, which I’m definatly not,” his voice huskily cut yours off. “I’m so sorry,” you said as your face heated red. “Why you apologising? he was stood there inappropriately may I add and didn’t move when you was affectionate neither,” Bibi said attacking the cake with the strawberry’s you was slacking from. “No actually I was trying to get my cup, you know the one you’ve used for a strawberry holder,” Youngjae said clicking his tongue at the roof of his mouth. “And you froze like a deer in headlight because?,” she said smirking at him as his face matched yours.

“Look when your finished with my cup let me know,” Youngjae said storming off to leave the room. “Can’t answer that can you?” Bibi said as he walked slightly out your view. “See told you Y/N he’s mad for you,” she smirked as she set to find the icing. “You really didn’t need to be mean,” you said worried for Youngjae. “And you like him too I see, standing up for him,” she smiled as she started prepping the icing pipe. “He’s good looking obviously,” you said popping a strawberry in your mouth from his cup. You couldn’t help by suck on it imagining it extra tasty Because it was his property. “But,” she said tilting her head at you, “no there’s no buts,” you added looking at the mess of the kitchen side.

The door went ending the Youngjae conversation as you dashed to answer. “Oh it’s you,” Sunwoo said looking at you with disgust. “Who did you think it was going to be?” You scoffed at him as he made his way in to the apartment. “The guys really need to get a red light when you come to visit,” he snarled at you as your fist balled. “Wouldn’t stop you Kim Sunwoo, funny how you dig insults at Y/N when your insinuating that she’s a kind of person who is basically the female version of you.” Bibi said sarcastically that had Sunwoo’s eyes widen temporarily, “Well you would know,” He said licking his lips at her as it dawned there was clearly history between the pair.

“Kevin the hookers arrived?” She shouted down the corridor towards her boyfriends room. Youngjae dashed out looking confused at finding Sunwoo stood there. “Your so funny Bibi, don’t call yourself nasty names,” Youngjae smirked at her earning the last strawberry to be thrown his way. “Seriously though we are planning a stripper for Haknyeon tonight,” Youngjae smirked in excitement as Sunwoo raked his eyes towards you.

The words came that you know would fall having got use to Sunwoo’s hatred of you. “Just give him Y/N he seems to like that,” he smirked as you growled at him. “Don’t be crude man,” Youngjae scolded. “Wait so you can call Bibi that but the second I say anything about saint Y/N you get offended,” Sunwoo said shaking his head amused. “Bibi knows I’m teasing and,”, “and you hate that Y/N will sleep with anyone that isn’t you,” Bibi cut him off to his glare as you stepped backwards wanting to run for the whole conversation. “Tell Younghoon I’m just going to the shops,” you added as you twisted to leave the awkward conversation in the room.

Leaning your head against the door closing your eyes for a moment or two you opened them to find Hyunjae stood there smirking. “What’s up Sexy,” he said tilting his head. “Nothing just was getting a bit too stuffy in there,” you smiled standing away from the door. “Hence why I’m going to the shops,” you added smiling. “Fancy some company,” he said holding his hand to you. “It won’t bite I promise,” he teased as you stared his hand down. “Well my hand won’t, I might though,” he smirked winking.

You smile warmly at his reaction when you took his hands and made your way to the air breeze.

“So what happened for you to dash so quickly?” Hyunjae asked into the awkward silence.

“Just Sunwoo being a twat that’s all,” you said smiling as you enjoyed the way your hand felt in Hyunjae’s. “It’s only because he fancy’s you, he hates that you was cold to him so he’s set up a wall,” he said holding your hand tighter.

“This is ok right?” He asked before you could push him on Sunwoo. “Well I’m sure Younghoon happily holds his other partners hands,” you said feeling a smallest bit of jealousy hit you from no where. “No not really we like to hold something else,” Hyunjae teases with a wink as you chuckle at him. “Sometimes he let’s me do more,” he whispered in to your ear as he got close enough to spin you into his grasp.

“Hyunjae,” you squealed feeling your cheeks blush. “What’s up sexy, the whole point of a open relationship is being able to touch who you want,” he says brushing his hand along your cleavage. “Kiss who ever you want,” he adds letting his lips press to yours momentarily that leaves your lips burning. “And fuck who ever you want,” he whispers in your ears as a gasp leaves your throat. Before you can respond he dashes off, his grip on your wrist strongly holding you as he pulls you into the nearby Shop.

“Right there must be something we need for tonight’s party,” he says seriously as if that moment of flirting didn’t happen. As he dialled his phone you pressed your fingers on the lips he had just kissed, thinking about why you didn’t kiss him back. Was it because of Younghoon? Was this acceptable? You knew it was an open relationship but could you really pull the likes of Hyunjae down an alleyway and fuck? Was you becoming that kind of person? You wasn’t that adventurous surely? Did you want to be that person?

“Well Younghoon said he was out of condoms but hey we can get some for us later right,” he winked as your face brushed bright red. The joke clearly not being that as you spotted him throwing a box into the basket. “What’s up sexy thought it was a joke,” he smirked as you was left stunned with little words to fall from your lips. Your relief coming to when you received a message from Younghoon till you read the words.

‘I’m ok with you being with other people you know that right. That’s the whole point of a open relationship.’

Did he know you was with Hyunjae? Was he really ok you going off with him? Did you want to go off with him? You watched as Hyunjae loaded a couple bottles of Soju into the basket. He was breathtakingly beautiful, but also intelligent, warm, gentle despite being over flirtatious. “Your dribbling sexy,” Hyunjae whispers pulling you into him by your waist. “Did you tell Younghoon you was with me?” you asked intrigued if that’s who he was on the phone with. “Maybe why?” He said brushing a hair behind your ear. “Just asking,” you choked feeling your arousal attack there in the Shop. “Did he message you with jealousy?” Hyunjae sniggered leaving you to find some snacks. “No quite the opposite he gave me permission,” you said watching his eyes widen with a devilish grin.

“Did he now,” he said grazing his teeth along his lower lip. He dashed to the counter, “I just want these,” he said fishing the condoms out to the shop keeper. “I’ll Come back for them,” he said smiling at the rest of the basket as the shop keeper looked to you in horror. He typed into his phone, paid the Shopkeeper and grabbed your hand.

“Right time for a lesson,” he said pulling you down the road searching around looking like a crazy paranoid person. “Lesson?” You asked as he paused his eyes widening as he looked around again and pulled you up an alleyway. “Yes Y/N lesson in adventure,” he smiled back to look at you giggling as he pulled you up a steep alleyway. It was like he read your thoughts earlier about fucking out here and panic and anticipation hit. He was taking you through mazes of alleyways, till he turned to face you.

He grabs you from the back of your neck pushing you into him, his lips clashing with you hard and frenzied. This time your lips worked with his as your kisses become a clash of tongues and teeth. Kisses that was in an attempt to cut your oxygen as his hands buried up your top. Fingers hooking your breast from your top as he cupped them, tweaking your nipple with a little pressure as he sucked down your hiss. Gliding his hand up your thighs he lifts your skirt to find your panties as his lips leave yours to grin mischievously. “Ooh easy access I love it you naughty sexy minx,” he coos as his lips return back to yours. “Wait,” you pant pushing his shoulders back detaching him from your lips. “You want to do it here?” You question with shock.

“Oh sexy, we’re suppose to be teaching you and this is one hot risky but amazing sexy lesson, trust me,” he grins before attempting to return his lips to yours to no avail. “Hyunjae we could get caught,” you scoff as panic attacks you from no where. “That’s the fun sexy, think of the thought of us being caught with my dick pumping into your sweet ass pussy,” he smirks. “I don’t know Hyunjae,” you say not feeling quite reassured how that could enlightened the experience.

“Y/N do you trust me?” he asks cupping your face and you nod, you trust all these Boyz with your life. “Then trust me, trust me to know that your going to love the excitement of the risk,” he said, his hands toying with the elastic band of your pants. “Can you do that?” he whispers seductively as you nod. He grins devilishly as his lips return to there frenzied attack, his fingers swiping the material along your folds to find your sensitive nub.

Moans being suckled down as you enjoy the feel of his fingers swirling about your clit. Your hand pat his hardening bulge as your fingers dash to the zip to free him. Palming his freed shaft you start pumping him as he moans into your kiss. “Fuck you do that so good,” he coos with his eyes shut having left your lips. Speeding to tune the pitches of his moans brings excitement to you already. Thinking of his blushes being caught having his dick wanked has your heart beating with mischievous yourself.

His eyes open to see the enjoyment on your face and he tilts his head. “Oh you naughty naughty minx, let’s see if your still be smiling when I’m fucking you crazy against this wall,” he threatens. Your grip tightening to his words as you speed your pace till he prises your hand away. Spinning you to face the wall you can hear the rip of the condom, though your on the pill you don’t inform him, you don’t know who else this Randy fucker is fucking. Before you can think when and who the last person you saw him with, you feel his hands grip your waist as he makes you step back to him. “I’m going to have you scream so much Younghoon will hear you,” he threatens.

Slamming himself into you he does just that as you cry into the alleyway that earns his chuckle. “Oh look at your tight pussy sucking me in whole,” he teases before he sets his pace.

Fingers scratching into the wall from the intense feeling of him fucking you has you know your in trouble. You lean your head into your hands to stuff your teeth around your fist thats now tightly near your mouth, avoiding loud noises to leave.

Hyunjae doesn’t appreciate this, speeding his thrust as your walls clench around him hard. “Sexy don’t hold it in let go, let everyone know who’s fucking you good,” he whines into his thrust that you can hear is starting him to pant. Fingers finding your nipple he tweaks on them earning a yelp. “That’s it sexy, let it go,” he pleads as he sets up a speed heavy grunting falling in your ear. “Maybe we should have text the guys, let them see how greedy your pussy is that’s fucking me so well for the people to see,” he sniggers as you push yourself back into his thrusts. Meeting his cock as your walls clamp around him has his own moans leave. The sounds so heavily evidence to what your both getting up to. Thoughts of being caught like he said earlier has you finding the situation highly enticing. You was beginning to feel brain fogged as your sure your imagining Sunwoo peering round the corner. Being caught by Sunwoo swirls round your mind and the grunts from Hyunjae is enough to push you over the edge, screaming his name as you convulse around his dick. “Shit, fuck,” Hyunjae cry’s as he fills the condom with his cum, cry’s falling that are almost louder then yours.

You wince as his cock leaves as he leans against you pushing you into the wall, heavy panting in the air. “Fuck Younghoon’s right you are so fucking good at this,” he compliments kissing your bare shoulder, that’s on show from the jacket that’s slipped off. “Younghoon might own this, but sexy make no mistake, I’ll be enjoying this a lot more often,” he teased spinning you to press a much more sweet kiss on your lips.

You walk into the apartment with Hyunjae holding your hand. The guys all waiting to attend Haknyeon’s apartment for the party that night. Younghoon pulls you by your jacket collar pressing his lips to yours as Hyunjae hand slips. “You wear sex so well, hope he took care of you baby,” he smiles as you snuggle into him. “For the record no I’m not jealous,” he says kissing your neck. You can’t find words to throw out but you can see Youngjae’s eyes looking sad across the room at you. Behind him Sunwoo is seething mad as he looks you up and down with disgust. You remember Hyunjae’s words and for the first time you don’t feel hatred you feel pity. You needed to some how warm that cold heart of his. Next lesson was to dethaw the jealous Kim Sunwoo what ever the cost.

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#kpopidol #fiction #kpop smut #the boyz smut #kim younghoon smut #lee hyunjae smut #lee sangyeon #bae jacob #lee juyeon #moon kevin #choi chanhee #ju haknyeon #kim sunwoo #sohn eric #ji changmin #bibi kpop #kim hyungseo

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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lemonietrinket · 5 years

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Himawari ||| Kevin x Reader

Summary: Kevin is a ray of sunshine, and so are you. This time, Kevin has something to say to you. Genre: Fluff, as per usual Word Count: 1750 Theme Song: Man in a Movie - Day6; Spark - JBJ95 AN: Kevin Woo, an underrated ball of soft. Another request from @idont-knowabrian because they have good ideas. Thanks for reading!

Kevin took a deep breath.

It wasn’t like him, usually, to be so nervous. He’d been on so many stages, in so many recording studios, before so many important people, he reckoned he’d abandoned the idea of being nervous way back in his debut years.

And yet here he was, at your front door, freshly painted citrine by your own hand, cold dispelled by a smart but thick jacket, and ever so slightly shivering,

Ah yes, that was the day he first met you. Walking past the terraced houses on his way to work, he’d glanced to his right and seen you coating the door in a very diligent fashion. Once he’d passed your door several times, greeting you with a wave and a shy smile every morning, and after you’d worked up the courage to ask if he really was who you thought he was, did he find out why you insisted on painting it in such a primary shade.

“To fulfil a childhood dream of mine.” You had shrugged. “I always wanted to live in a house with a big front window and a yellow door. Not that it originated from any great tragedy! I just... you know. Really like the colour yellow.”

You’d gone on to explain how you had finally had the chance to control the environment that surrounded you, after a youth characterised by restrictive policies that now as an adult you had escaped from. He would never admit it, out of politeness and slight shame on his own behalf, but he was more focused on your face at that very moment. He could still picture how your eyes flickered to the side, how you frowned and scrunched your nose at your own words, at the very moment your lips twitched into a smile, sheepish but no less relaxed.

The memory did little to calm his nerves, merely lending a hand to his heart’s fluttering. But it was no use now, as the very door opened to reveal you.

He was 90% sure his heart stopped.

“Kevin! Hi!” you exclaimed, face glowing in the dim streetlight behind. “You’re actually right on time. Not even a minute late!"

His eyes swept over the visage before him. You, in a mustard wool blouse, tucked into a deep moss-green skirt that billowed in the breeze at your ankles. Your eyes glittering in the twilight—a pool he wanted to sink into and also avoid for his own heart’s safety—outwitting the moon in a knowing gaze aimed only at him - a concept that almost stole his words - standing somewhat awkwardly in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back.

“You must be some kind of miracle,” you stated, voice touched with wistfulness.

He coughed, being very abruptly dragged from his thoughts. “What? Me? No! No, not...” He shook his head, playing it off with a laugh.

“What? Always here perfectly on time, always looking as dashing as you always do, it’s not a preposterous proposition, you know!”

He shook his head, tipping his head away from the playful glint in your eyes, and letting his hands do the talking for him.

You gasped, even though you saw the gift coming from a million miles away. Even if those million miles was only the couple of metres of your front path.

“Oh Kevin...!” You took the bouquet into your hands, eyes mottling with tears that you couldn’t quite contain, that matched the polka-dotted ribbon of pastel blue that neatly held the piece together.

The sunflower petals, smooth and radiant, were no match for you, Kevin decided. But as you cradled the bouquet close to your chest and stared up at him, lips—kissed by the sunshine itself—wavering in joy, he felt his heart swell to the point he felt as if it could burst.

“I hoped you’d like them,” he mentioned.

“I love them, Kevin, thank you so much!”

You sighed, peering down at the soft plumes. “Let me get a vase and water for them real quick—I won’t be long!”

And you disappeared from his sight.

What was he to do with himself? All tongue-tied and very nearly misty-eyed for you, a child of the sun. You’d been dating for a while, and what he’d planned wasn’t something to get this worked up about, surely.

But for you, he could barely contain the emotions that flooded from his soul. Feelings could no longer be caged by his ribs. They already struggled to contain the rapid march of his heartbeat.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, ironing out the tremors and his blending fears with it. He straightened his jacket, an undefeatable smile playing upon his lips. How luck had been on his side for him to even have the opportunity to meet you.

“Ready to go?” you suddenly enquired, reappearing in his vision and hanging from the door as much as you hung off his words—not that he was quite aware of that.

“If you are, then of course!”

“Great!” You locked your door with a grin, swinging your keys into your satchel, before coming to his side happily. You looped your arm around his, pulling your coat’s collar up to your chin to keep out the windchill while sending him the glimmering smile he adored so dearly. “Where to, fair knight?”

“Oh, um...” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, there is this small late-night vintage cafe I thought you’d feel at home in. We could go there first, and then the park after?”

“Sounds like a quest.” You nodded. “Let’s go!”

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Your laugh fluttered in the breeze, blissful and very near misty in the shadows the lamps and stars could not banish. Skirt flowing, you span, arms wide as if to welcome.

“And then she went round and round like this!”

Kevin could barely hold back his laughter, feeling tears well in his eyes at your performance. He didn’t care if people questioned as they passed. In fact, he barely noticed them. Why would he, when the most important person was skipping along the cobblestone a few feet ahead of him? “Why would she do that?!”

“I don’t know!” you feverishly giggled. “Wouldn’t you in that scenario?”

“No!”

“Well, she’d say ‘that’s your loss’!”

As you wound around the paving, you drifted back to his side, arms clutching at his sleeve as you stumbled, dizzied.

“I shouldn’t have given you that much sugar,” he chuckled,.

You twisted your face in an exaggerated scowl. “Why ever not?”

Kevin felt his mouth continue without the accompaniment of his brain. “Ah well,” he guffawed, “it’s dangerous for me, you know.”

You played along with a hum. “How so?”

He felt the mild horror of his rational mind press him to change tact, but his words just continued to... spill.

“Well, you’re already too sweet for me to handle, and now? It’s just... too much for... my...”

“Heart?” you finished, expression twisted in an amused grimace at the cheese.

“Yes, I...” he broke down to breathy laughter, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what the was at all—”

“Kevin, it’s fine, don’t worry,” you linked arms once again, “it’s just, unexpected of you.”

He gazed down at you, edging you to continue without another word passing his lips. Just in case whatever hysteria enraptured him the first time infected him again and he said something even worse.

“I pegged you as the sweet type, but not the cheesy,” you placed a finger to the corner of your mouth, “however, I suppose on the Sweet & Cheesy Venn Diagram, there is instinctively an overlap.”

Bemusedly, he gushed, “What?”

“What?” you echoed, confused by his outcry. “Do you not understand me?”

“No,” he admitted. He immediately looked back to you, searching your face for any signs of offence taken. He found only mild excitement, as you awaited his continuation. “No, I don’t think I do. But I feel I prefer it that way. You’re so... unique? Your energy is different from other people—friends and coworkers, I mean. I don’t know how to explain it but... things are so much more different with you here. I don’t think I could ever be without you.”

The two of you drew to a stop beneath a lampost. High above, the wind grasped a spider web and swung it into a waltz.

“Do you mean that?” you murmured, voice no higher than a mid-summer zephyr.

He, who’d continued to walk a couple of paces even though it had left you slightly behind, turned back to face you, as well as the anxieties that had lasted all evening. “Yes. Of course. Without a doubt,” he insisted.

You stepped forward until the lamplight illuminated only you. Crested with a halo, your hands slowly wringing one another at your chest, you were lost for words.

Your silence only prompted him further, as he bit the bullet.

“Y/N, you’re the brightest piece of light in my life, sometimes you shine so brightly I could confuse you with the sun. And, I love you.”

You were stunned, to say the least. You had seen it coming but, not for another couple of weeks, you’d assumed.

But here he was, a few feet away, ever so barely shaking out of subtle fear, but his shoulders brazened, a determined expression painting his soft features that you cared for so dearly, with his eyes glistening in the auburn light and nearly flooding with sincerity.

You made the rest of the distance in a few steps, refusing to tear your eyes away, even if it would be for the entire world’s sake.

Once you reached him, you reached up to cup his cheeks, smoothing his nerves and drawing him closer to your level, before melding your lips with his.

Feeling the one thing he’d dreamt of ever since the first time he’d worked up the courage to utter words to you wash over him, he very nearly froze.

However, he managed to hold himself together—though only just—and relished in the brush your sweet lips against his own. He threaded his hands through your hair, to barely rest on either side of your jaw. His touch was so light you could almost imagine it missing, not that you ever would even dream of doing so.

Melting further into the kiss, you knotted your hands behind his neck, just as he let his hands fall to the small of your back, and the two souls drawn together by luck finally combined.

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AN: I know how to em-dash on my Chromebook now and I am so happy oh my jesuuuusss Also, zephyr is a great word that should come back into common use

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#kevin woo #kevin x reader #kevin reader #kevin reader insert #kevin woo x reader #kevin woo reader #kevin woo reader insert #kevin woo oneshot #kevin oneshot #kevin woo fluff #kevin fluff #kevin kpop #kevin woo kpop #kpop oneshot #kpop soloist #kpop soloist oneshot #kpop soloist fluff #kpop fluff #kevin woo asc

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moonandsunwoo · 3 years

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Sunday mornings with tbz

# — pairing: tbz x reader (read Bermuda line here)

# — genre: fluff

# — warnings: mild language?

Here’s the second part of @younnghoon `s request…i hope u find to enjoy it. I thought that maybe you could use some fluff n ye <3 i lov u!

— sangyeon

So Sangyeon is a cuddly sleeper

He’d have you pulled against his chest already when you woke up

S’ a bit hot sometimes tbh but it’s okay

Out of habit he likes to pull you on top of him so u can use him as a pillow

And Sangyeon is a very comfortable pillow

And also a pillow with a very strong grip

Very hushed good mornings

Eye-smile when u wake up

so comfy you might just drift off a few times again 😴😴

Please, it’s pure bliss when he doesn’t have to run off as soon as the sun rises and you both try to enjoy every second of it

— jacob

“Good Morning love”

He’s awake pretty early but enjoys being able to just stay in bed and read for instance

So reading he is, waiting for you to wake up too

You can just crawl into his arms and nap some more if you like

He’s gonna make some space and read a bit more whilst having his arm around you

Rainy mornings are best because he will go and make tea for both of you

Or coffee if you prefer that!

#UniverseCanIHaveAJacobChallenge2021

— chanhee

Puffy faced nYU

and messy hair nyu

And just incredibly soft nyu

If he’s awake before u are (happens a lot) he’s just gonna grab a book

A bit like Jacob

But he’ll reach out to hold your hand or just have his hand somewhere on you

Because he’s one soft boy okay

Maybe would never tell you but the book in his hands is more an safety precaution so that he doesn’t constantly stares at you

He just likes to see you relaxed and free from worry :(

But again, would never tell you.

“You talked in your sleep.”

“itwascute“

— changmin

Waking up on weekends, specifically Sunday’s next to Changmin is a question of: will that doll be in the bed or not

Because either he yeeted it out or it’s somewhere

A bit unsettling but he does it on purpose

Lots of playful bantering when you came to find out it was still bed

“At least she doesn’t steal my blanket at night”

You have a free pass to tickle him

Ends up kicking the doll out of the bed himself to focus on you

Holds you very very very tightly

“Are you hungry?”

“Can’t we just stay like that for some time?”

*Melts*

— kevin

If you’re still asleep when he wakes up, he’ll just snuggle into your back or pull you close against him

He always acts like he doesn’t but he hums songs quietly when he thinks you’re still asleep

You guys almost always put on some soft music

Due to grogginess there’s not gonna be singing

But intense vibing and tapping rhythms against skin with fingers

Another morning filled with giggles

“Oh my god did you see xyz new music video yet?!”

Pls it’s so much just comfortable chitchat whilst being cuddled up in comfy sheets

— haknyeon

So Haknyeon has this habit of just spreading out on the bed

Like a starfish, basically

So you’re either blessed with having his hand in your face or his head resting on your stomach or his legs entangled with yours or…

So everyday it’s almost a turned into a guessing game, trying to predict the position you would end up in

Mostly it was you waking up first and just cuddling into his side tho

((Wherever that side was))

Hes not a very deep sleeper so this would most definitely result in him just cuddling you back

Falling right back asleep tho

Being an icon is hard work guys 🥵

Sunday mornings with juhaknyeon are just relaxed naps after naps with some kisses in between. Not to forget the entangling of the legs.

— sunwoo

“Did you drool on me in your sleep”

Of course he would tease you if you were to wake up on top of him

But with a loving lilt to it

Carefully brushed hair out of your face to kiss your forehead/ cheek/ nose/ lips/ everything in that order

Absolutely loves it when you wake up like that and he can stay in bed

Having you this close and all sleepy and cute? Heaven

“I don’t know, if i did then you deserved it.”

Woo giggles

Just pulls you tighter and wraps arms around you

“You’re gonna ruin my shirt”

“You’re gonna ruin my morning.”

It’s just a playful back and forth paired with occasional kisses and a very very affectionate Sunwoo

— eric

Ah the man the myth the legend

So if he didn’t accidentally push you off the mattress in his sleep

He probably spends the first five minutes of waking up with just staring at you

Omg You’re so cute what can he do?

Hold?

Let be?

Ends up being on his phone until you wake up

Just turn around and get comfy on his lap tbh

He will get so shyyyyy and so giddy pls

Will also wrap his legs around yours when you’re laying on top

Mornings with Eric are him holding you and kinda freaking out about it? But he’s an edgy ~sk8er boi~ so he won’t show

Or maybe he will

You will just have to stay in bed with him to find out!

#words of my own [writing]#multifandomnet #the boyz #tbz x y/n #tbz x you #tbz x reader #tbz reactions #the boyz fanfic #the boyz x y/n #the boyz x you #the boyz x reader

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devoidwrites · 3 years

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SWEET HOME • Jeon Wonwoo [4]

Summary: The world has been taken over by humans turning into monsters, and you try to survive alongside your neighbors in your apartment complex. | When a resident gets sick, things get chaotic, but you refuse to let that hold you down. |

[pre vious chapter] [next chapter coming soon]

Words: 4.5K

Warning: Gore, violence, language, mention of sexual assault to a child, death

Genre: apocalyptic au

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

You’re eyebrows furrowed as you poured alcohol into a small glass bottle. There were several bottles of alcohol in the infirmary, so you decided to do what you could and help make a couple of defense weapons for when they were needed.

“Rag please.” You held your hand out, asking Kevin to place one of the rags in your hand. They were no longer needed for they were torn in certain places, but they would help you make your weapon.

“What are you making again?” The boy asked, watching as you and Hwanwoong continued to make them.

Hwanwoong spared him a single glance. “It’s called a molotov cocktail.”

“The alcohol itself is flammable, but you can’t just throw a liquid at someone.” You began to explain. You placed the rag inside the bottle before putting the end of the funnel inside as well. You started to fill the second bottle. “The rag keeps the flames lit, and when you throw it at a flammable object it the glass will shatter and the alcohol and flames mix and then it will explode.”

Kevin blinked once, making Hwanwoong chuckle. “The rag keeps the fire. When the glass breaks, alcohol meets fire and goes boom.”

Kevin nodded, finally understanding. You shook your head letting out a small laugh before placing the finished bottle beside the other ones. You had a total of seven so far, which hopefully would be enough for today. Hopefully you wouldn’t even have to use them.

“HELP!”

Your head snapped up at the cry for help. Not looking at the two boys, you rush out of the spare room you had deemed your weapon room.

Entering the main room, Yeojin was looking around frantically. Her eyes landed on you, the first person she spotted, and practically threw herself on you. You stumbled upon contact, but you held both yourself and Yeojin up.

“You have to help her!”

“What’s going on?” You asked, trying to calm her a little bit. She stuttered over her words. You began to worry since you’ve never seen the girl this worried over anything. “Yeojin! What’s going on?”

“It’s Alexa!” She finally spit out. She pointed over to the girls bathroom. “Somethings wrong with her.”

You didn’t hesitate to follow after the young girl, letting her lead you into the bathroom. Upon entering, your eyes hit the problem immediately. Alexa was on the floor, and she looked dead.

The only thing that told you she wasn’t was her labored breathing. Her skin was pale, and sweat dripped down the side of her face. You squatted down to lay a hand on her forehead, pulling back quickly at the note of her fever.

“Kevin!” You called out, knowing the man was waiting outside. He rushed in at the call of his name. His eyes widened at the sight of her. “Carry her to the infirmary for me.”

He nodded, jumping into action. When he picked her up with ease, you bolted out of bathroom. Your eyes wandered every inch of the building you passed, looking for a specific person.

“Woo!” You cried when seeing him. He stopped what he was doing to look at you. His eyebrows furrowed when he took in your distraught expression.

Placing his hands on the side of your head, he inspected you. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine” You said quickly. You grabbed his arm and began to pull on him. “Alexa needs your help. Yeojin found her on the bathroom floor. She looks pale and she has a fever.”

Wonwoo then fell in step with you. The two of you jogging at a quick pace to get back to Alexa. It was clear he was the first choice when it came to things like this. Wonwoo was the only one that worked in the hospital. He was a nursing student, and he was close to becoming a doctor. If there was anyone that could help it would be him.

He opened the door to the infirmary after you pointed towards it. Kevin, Yeojin, Baekhyun and Hwanwoong were standing around Alexa, trying to keep her from moving. How your brother knew what was happening you had no clue. You had no time to question it.

“I told you guys i’m fine.” She tried to sit up one more time, but Baekhyun pushed her gently back down.

“Your pale, in a cold sweat with a fever.” He informed her. He continued to nudge her back down until she gave in and laid back.

Hwanwoong glanced around the room with pursed lips. “And, you know- you were passed out on the bathroom floor.”

Alexa glared at him, not appreciating his attitude. Hwanwoong held his hands up in surrender to show he meant no harm.

“If there’s nothing wrong with you then I guess there’s no harm in checking.” Wonwoo stood beside the table she was laid on. Glancing at each person in the room, she quickly realized she had no choice.

“Fine.”

“Okay, so to start, tell me what’s bothering you.”

She sighed, shifting on the table to try and get comfortable. “The past few days i’ve had this pain in my stomach. It wasn’t bad at first but it started to get worse.”

“Any nausea? Vomiting?”

“Every now and then. Which is weird because i haven’t been able to eat.” She sighed in frustration. “And this pounding headache in the back of my head.”

Wonwoo furrowed his eyebrows as he listened to what was happening to her. He motioned to her stomach. “You mind if I..”

He trailed off, but she understood. With a small nod she gave him the confirmation he needed to start feeling around her stomach. Her face contorted to one of pain, and she let out a cry when he got to a certain spot.

Wonwoo pulled his hands back. He pushed his glasses higher onto his nose. “Sounds like appendicitis.”

“What?” Alexa exclaimed. You noticed the tears welling up in her eyes as she held onto her head again. “What does that mean for me?”

“If you had the proper treatment if would be no problem. But if we do nothing about it your appendix will rupture, spreading an infection through your body.”

“So i’m going to die.”

“No.” Baekhyun denied quickly. He grabbed the girls hand, which made you furrow your eyebrows. That was new to you. “I’m not going to let that happen.”

“What are we supposed to?” She scoffed. “It’s not like we have a fully functioning hospital next door filled with doctors waiting for their next patient.”

“Maybe not, but you have me.” Wonwoo tells her with a small smile. “I can perform the surgery.”

“You’re not a doctor.”

Wonwoo glanced over at Baekhyun, nodding slightly. “No, but I was a doctors assistant working to become a doctor. I’ve seen these types of surgeries and I know how to do it.”

“That’s comforting.” Alexa muttered. You had to agree. Even if he was your boyfriend, the idea of him performing surgery was a bit unnerving, but what other choice did she have? “But okay. Do the surgery Doc.”

“I’ll be right back.” Wonwoo glanced over at you before nodding towards the door with his head. You caught the hint and followed him out the door. He stopped in the middle of the main room. “I can do the surgery, but she’s gonna need medicine for the recovery. There’s also anesthetic and the proper equipment. We’ll have to go outside and find a hospital before I can do it.”

“Okay, so I’ll go find a hospital and get the equipment.” You said. You would do whatever you needed to if it meant Alexa wouldn’t die.

Wonwoo didn’t like the idea as much. He shook his head. “No way-“

“I’ll go.” A voice interrupted. The both of you turned to see Eunwoo watching you with his arms crossed over his chest.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Why would you do that?”

“Alexa’s a good person, and we need you here to help keep things in order.” He explained quickly. “If you make me a list then I’ll get what you need.”

“Count me in.” Yoohyeon stepped up beside Eunwoo. She rolled her eyes at the looks she was given. “What? You’re gonna send the guy that knows nothing about medical equipment? You’d ask for a scalpel and he’d bring back a stethoscope.”

She made a good point. They needed to make sure they got the right equipment, and Yoohyeon was a registered nurse. It wouldn’t hurt to send her along. She’d get the stuff quicker than Eunwoo anyways.

“No.” Jaesuk stopped her quickly. He grabbed Yoohyeon by the arm. “You could be killed.”

“I’ll be fine grandpa.” She reassured him with a bright smile. “I’m the only other one here that knows what’s needed for the surgery. I have to.”

Jaesuk eyed the girl, hoping she would change her mind. When he realized she wouldn’t, he sighed and fished a pair of keys out of his pocket. “Okay. Then take Lucy. She’ll get you there faster.”

“Lucy?” Eunwoo questioned, glancing at them back and forth.

Yoohyeon turned to him. “His motorcycle.”

“Here.” Wonwoo said, placing a list in the girls hand. You furrowed your brows, confused as to when he even started writing the list. “She doesn’t have long, so try to hurry.”

“Yes sir.” Yoohyeon mock saluted before the two of them walked towards the only thing keeping them from the outside. You followed them, using the keys you had to unlock the padlock and chain from around the holes in the gate. Wonwoo then pressed the button, opening it just enough for them to slip through.

“Be careful out there.”

Yoohyeon turned to you with a smile. “We’ll be fine. We’ve got a patient to save.”

You returned the smile as they turned away from you. After sharing a nod, the pair raced to the motorcycle waiting for them. It wasn’t too far from the entrance, but far enough that it was in monster territory. None of you knew if that one monster was still out there, waiting for any of you to risk coming out.

Yoohyeon got on first, letting Eunwoo slip on the back. She started up the bike and drove off without hesitation. Just as they turned the corner, the large monster stepped out from the shadows. Yoohyeon skid to a stop in front of it.

Your eyes widened as the monster moved to attack, only to be struck by an oncoming fire truck. squinting your eyes, you noticed it was none other than Sumni driving it. The large monster moved slowly, the force of the large truck barely being enough to push it way.

“Go!” You cried out to them. Yoohyeon nodded before driving around the monster and towards the closest hospital.

Sumni waited for them to be out of sight before she backed up once before ramming into the creature again, the force enough to knock it back. You could only watch as she rammed into it once more, knocking it over the edge of the cliff. Sumni opened the driver door as the monster grabbed onto the front of the truck, pulling it along with him.

Sumni jumped out, and you didn’t hesitate to bend under that open gate. Your name was called several times as you rushed to her aid. You helped pick her up off the ground before pulling her along and into the safety of the complex. The gate shut back when you were inside, and Hwanwoong quickly clasped the padlock back around the chain. He turned back to the two do you, clasping the woman beside you on the shoulder.

“Welcome back.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Wonwoo asked the woman sitting across from you. Sumni glanced between the two of you before looking back at the glass of water in her hands.

“My fiancé’s dead.” She informed you. Your eyes softened at the information, your heart aching for her loss. You knew what it was like to lose someone, but not under these circumstances.

“He knew it was coming.” She continued. “The infection isn’t initially what we thought. My fiancé knew about it all, but before he could tell everyone he turned himself. The military experimented on him-”

“Wait the military knew?” Wonwoo scoffed. “They knew it was coming and they didn’t think to warn us?”

You agreed that it was a bit ridiculous that they couldn’t at least warn the world about the disease. It would’ve saved so many people from dying. If people were able to prepare for what was coming there might have been a way to overcome it.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “If the infection isn’t what we thought, then what is it?”

“It’s people giving into their darkest desires.” You listened intently as Sumni explained it to you. “They start with hallucinations, and then they finally give into to what they truly are; monsters. Then they change their shape.”

“Then how can Beomgyu control it?” Baekhyun asked. He sat up straighter from beside you, eyeing the woman intently. You wanted to know the same. If Beomgyu was giving into his darkest desire, then how could he possibly come back from that?

“They’re not sure yet. They military’s experimenting on the special grade monsters like him. In fact, they asked me to give him in.” She fished a red button out of her pocket and tossed it to You. “They want the kid as an experiment. Apparently they don’t have many that can control it.”

You shared a worried look with Wonwoo. If they found out where you were they would take Beomgyu. They would experiment on him, cause him pain. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be the cause of his suffering.

“The sign.” Baekhyun muttered. You eyed your brother, wondering what he was talking about. “Beomgyu and I hung up a sos sign.”

Your eyes widened for a second. Normally a giant sign asking for help would benefit all of you, but if it was the cause for your place to be taken down by the military just to get to Beomgyu then you were in trouble.

“We gotta get it down.” Wonwoo said quickly. Sumni stood up, holding her hand out.

“Beomgyu and I will take it down.” She offered. Wonwoo nodded before tossing her the keys to let the boy out.

You followed her over to the room he stayed in, looking through the window to watch as he lifted his head. His senses told him of your appearance.

Sumni unlocked the door, and motioned for him to follow her. “Come on kid, you and I have a job to do.”

Beomgyu stood up and followed without another word. He stepped around you, his eyes asking what he wouldn’t out loud.

“She’ll explain on the way.” You told him. As you moved to shut the door, a large hand grabbed it and flung it back open.

You stepped back and Taeyong stepped into the room, his eyes falling straight on Heejin. Heejin’s eyes widened, and he attempted to run but it was clear he was stuck.

Taeyong advanced, grabbing the man by the throat and pulling him outside the room. You backed up more, watching in horror as Heejin was thrown harshly to the ground. Taeyong didn’t hesitate to start throwing punches.

You turned to Beomgyu and Sumni, ushering them on. “Go ahead. We can handle this.”

The both of them nodded before rushing towards the elevator. You turned your attention back to the fighting men behind you. Well, it was more of Taeyong beating the shit of Heejin.

“Dude stop!” Kevin and Baekhyun tried their best to pull the enraged man away, but a single swing of his arm tore them away.

You noticed Hyuna standing to the side, her eyes wide in horror at the sight. “Get the kids out of here!”

She broke out of the trance and ushered the young kids towards the daycare room just as Heejin managed to escape from Taeyong, and he ran straight to you to shield him. Your eyes widened as Taeyong charged at you. You weren't sure if he would harm you to get to Heejin. In the rage he was in, it was possible he would do anything.

“Stop!” You cried out. The man stopped right in front of you, but his eyes were glaring at the person behind you. “Why are you so set on killing him?”

“You have no idea who this man is, or what he’s done.” He growled, shoving a finger in Heejin’s direction.

You glanced around the room. Wonwoo and Kevin stood to your right, ready to assist you if you needed it. Hwanwoong and Baekhyun were on your left. “Then tell me what he did that was so wrong?”

Taeyong scoffed before fishing a couple of pictures out of his pocket. He shoved them into your hands, his eyes still trained on Heejin.

“Oh my god.” You muttered as your eyes scanned the pictures he handed you. They were of the same girl; a child no older than ten. There were a couple of her at school, another of her walking down the street, and one of her hanging out at a park.

Now you understood why Taeyong wanted to harm the man so bad. He was a bad man- a pedophile.

“He kidnapped my daughter a couple months ago.” Taeyong informed you, making your eyes soften. “He did what he wanted with her, and them he dumped her in a ditch.”

You couldn't find it in yourself to speak, so Baekhyun spoke for you. “Heejin is that true?”

“No!” He denied the accusation, gripping onto your shirt as if his life depended on it. Taeyong stepped forward, and Heejin pulled you back with him to protect himself. “Okay! It’s true. I did it okay? I didn't mean to kill her. I was going to let her go, but she wouldn't stop screaming..”

You felt sick. This man took advantage of a child, and he killed her. You felt your body burn, the idea of what the hands holding onto you had done to an innocent child made you want to cry. You wanted to turn around and beat him for yourself, but you didn't. Instead, you stepped to the side to let Taeyong deal with him.

He nodded at you as you stepped away. Wonwoo grabbed your hand to calm your nerves as Taeyong grabbed Heejin by the collar once more. This time he was heading towards the gate. Once he was there, he turned towards Wonwoo, his silence being louder than Heejin’s screams.

“Open the gate.” Wonwoo ordered. Hwanwoong nodded before rushing towards control room. Seconds later, the gate opened and Taeyong shoved Heejin to the ground.

Heejin continued to plead for help, but with a swift punch to the jaw he was knocked out and his body crashed roughly against the ground. You felt no remorse for him. He dissevered it.

On his way back in, Taeyong grabbed Misun and Jiwon’s bodies. He carried them with ease all the way back inside the complex. Jieun cried out as he placed her sisters body in front of her. She fell to her knees, instantly cradling her sister’s body in her arms. He placed Jiwon down beside them before standing up and beginning to walk back out of the complex.

“You don't have to leave.” Wonwoo spoke up, stopping the man in his tracks. “You can stay here.”

“I have no reason to stay.” Taeyong told him, barely glancing back to look at all of you. “I got what I came for.”

“You can survive with us.” Baekhyun tried to change his mind. “We’d have a greater chance of living with you helping us.”

Taeyong thought about it as he glanced around the room. With all eyes on him, he sighed and walked back inside. Hwanwoong stepped back inside the control room to close the gate, locking everyone inside once more. Taeyong said nothing as he walked back through the main room and towards one of the back rooms no one stayed in.

“It’s been a long day.”

You fell back on the bed you and Wonwoo shared. He sat down beside you, running his hands through your hair. Today was exhausting, and you’d give anything to just be able to sleep for the next two days, but you had stuff to do.

“How long have Yoohyeon and Eunwoo been gone?”

Wonwoo glanced down at his wrist, checking his watch for the answer. “Nearly six hours now.”

“I hope they’re okay.”

“They’re fine.” Wonwoo reassured you, continuing to run his fingers through your hair. “They’re gonna get here in time.”

“And then there’s the military wanting to experiment on Beomgyu.”

“You really care about the kid, don’t you?” Wonwoo asked. It was obvious to everyone that you would always be the one to protect him.

You stared up at your boyfriend. “He’s all alone Woo. He doesn’t have anyone.”

“He’s going to be fine. He and Sumni should be back any minute from taking the sign down.”

You leaned into his touch, letting him ease the worries that were clouding your mind. Your eyes closed, and you thought you were finally going to get a quick nap it, but of course you couldn’t.

It was as if the gods above had heard you, a blood curdling scream echoed through the building. You sat up in an instant, your mind spinning as the scream got louder. Wonwoo helped you to your feet, and the two of you sprinted outside the control room.

As soon as you stepped out, Hyuna ran towards the two of you, tears in her eyes. “There’s a monster in the elevator!”

You and Wonwoo shared a worried glance before going separate ways. You rushed towards the elevator, while he went to find a suitable weapon to take out the creature.

It was the smaller creatures, but the chainsaw in its hands was the real danger. You jumped back as it swung the weed whacker in your direction. The monster let out a scream when it missed you. “Get back!”

Everyone moved back instantly, but Baekhyun was quick to run forward. He tossed you your sword as he moved. You caught it with ease, getting the blade from its case to fight off the monster.

The two of you circled it, swinging at it when necessary. The others watched in horror as you tried to defend them all against it. It was getting harder with every swing of the weed whacker. As you moved in to swing, the monster turned it’s head 180 degrees to look at you. He turned his whole body to swing at you once more.

Baekyun took this as an opportunity to strike, but he shouldn't have. The monster was quicker; swinging the weed whacker towards him. You stood there, shocked at the sight before you. Baekhyun glanced down at the place his arm used to be, the blood gushing out as fast as it could.

The sound of several alarms going off through the emergency stairs echoed. We’re more monsters coming down? We’re all of you about to die?

Beomgyu and Hyuna came through the emergency exit door, both of them staring at the monster with wide eyes.

Screams were heard around you, but you couldn't move as you watched your brother tackle the monster coming towards you. He. moved it to the elevator as Wonwoo pulled you away. One of the Molotov cocktails was in his hands.

“No!” You cried out. Baekhyun kept the monster in place, the weed whacker cutting into him once more. He let out a small scream, but he held it together as best as he could. His eyes met yours, and you could feel the tears forming in your eyes. The light of the sun setting flowed in through the windows around everyone, setting off a glow.

“Do it.” He said through gritted teeth. “Kill it.”

“But-”

“Do it!” He cut you off before turning to Wonwoo. The two of them shared a knowing look. “Take care of her.”

Wonwoo nodded before lifting the Molotov cocktail to throw it. You reached up to grab it from him, your eyes never leaving your brother. “I love you.”

“Survive.” Was the last thing he said before you threw the Molotov cocktail at him. The flames engulfed them in an instant, and her moved his only hand to press the button that would take them away from the main floor.

Once the door closed, you fell to your knees, listening as the elevator moved up. Bringing your hands to your face you let out a sob. Wonwoo fell beside you, wrapping his arms around you to bring you closer. You sobbed into his chest, screaming for you brother.

His sacrifice would not be for nothing. You were going to survive, which is what he wanted. You were going to outlive this hell, and you were going to make sure everyone else would too. It doesn't matter what you have to do. You’re going to survive.

“What’s going on?” A voice questioned. You lifted your head to see Alexa staring at everyone with a worried look on her face. She took one look at you before glancing at the sword that laid on the ground a foot away. “No.”

You slide over to her, catching her as she fell to the ground. The two of you held onto one another, crying your eyes out. You held Alexa until her body gave out and she passed out due to the pain.

“They’re back.” Jisu’s voice echoed out as she stepped up to everyone. “Yoohyeon and Eunwoo are back.”

Wonwoo stood up straighter, his mind quickly moving to the next problem. He ordered Kevin to take the unconscious girl to the makeshift operation room.

You went to stand up, but as you did so the exhaustion from staying up for the past couple of days hit you. Along with the pain and sadness you felt. You stumbled, but Wonwoo was there to catch you before you fell.

“I’m fine.” You tried to reassure him. “Alexa needs you more than I do.”

Hwanwoong was by your side in an instant. He helped you stand up, giving Wonwoo a nod. “I’ve got her. You go help Alexa.”

Wonwoo looked at you one last time, the worry clear on his face. With a sigh, he departed from you and made his way to the woman who needed his help. He had to focus on the next task.

He couldn’t risk losing someone else.

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carat-archive · 3 years

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bitter/sweet

➝ prompt:

“You know, I was thinking of kissing you, but now I’m not gonna.”

“Well, I suppose I have to kiss you, then.”

➝ pairing: prince!kevin x gn!reader

➝ genre: fluff, angst

➝ themes & tropes: royalty au, secret relationship(?)

➝ warnings: none

➝ word count: 466

➝ notes: i’ve been watching the irregulars and these two lines have not left my mind since. i know i said that under all this would be the last piece i posted before i move blogs sometime over the summer, but i lied. this was also written for @ficscafe’s royalty drabble event! special thanks to @wonwooslibrary for beta-reading this and helping me come up with a title 💖

➝ tagging: @haechanblr

He meets you on the bridge next to the pub, like he does most nights. He hasn’t even bothered to wear a suitable disguise tonight, his court garb still visible underneath an oversized coat, and his sketchbook is noticeably absent from his side.

He looks like one of those runaway princes from the storybooks, stealing away from the palace to woo his beloved—a star-crossed love for the ages.

(Kevin may be a runaway prince, but your lives are nothing like the storybooks.)

“What are you running from this time?” you ask, staring down at the streets beneath you.

“Nothing new,” he shrugs. “Another dinner, another banquet, another ball. They all start to blur together after a while.” He pauses, taking the time to study your features, an artist studying his subject. “You’re very different from anyone I’ve ever met.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have something about you.”

“And I take it you won’t tell me what it is?”

“That would take the mystery out of it,” he teases, winking in your direction.

You purse your lips, letting out an exasperated breath. “You know,” you start, turning to face him. “I was thinking of kissing you, but now I’m not gonna.”

Kevin’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. If it weren’t for the catch in his breath, you would have missed it. He briefly glances at your lips before his eyes flicker down to his hands, the tips of his ears suddenly red.

“Well, I suppose I have to kiss you, then,” he mumbles.

And he does.

First, it’s a featherlight brush of his lips against yours, as if it’s his first and last chance to do so. When you don’t pull away, he places a hand on the back of your neck, drawing you deeper into the kiss. You grab the front of his jacket, pulling him into the shadows until your back is scraping against the brick wall of the pub, his hands settling on your hips. You only kiss him harder as your hands start to wander over the fabric of his shirt, fingers bumping against elaborate buttons, tracing patterns onto his skin.

You’re interrupted by the sound of a bell tolling nearby, signaling the late hour. Dread pools in your stomach as Kevin pulls away from you, his eyes apologetic. Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers, “Meet me back here in two hours.”

You nod silently, feeling a tightness in your chest as a part of you wonders when he’ll wake up from this dream, when he’ll return to reality and realize that the comforts of the palace remain far superior to whatever fleeting escape he may find in the twisting city streets—far superior to whatever he has with you.

And yet, despite all your doubts, you’ll wait for him.

You always do.

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gamerwoo · 4 years

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Wonwoo: Atlas

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/warnings: mafia au, angst, little bits of fluff here and there but it just adds to the angst tbh, alcohol, smoking, Woo being depresso

Word count: 2,632

Summary: Atlas shrugged his shoulders, said he'd drop that boulder. Call me in the morning when I'm sober, find me in the corner in a coma.

a/n: this was inspired by the song atlas by keshi (and if u like sad boy vibes i highly recommend his music!!!). things in italics are flashbacks (also i didn’t even listen to atlas for half of this i just listened to call me kevin play the sims lmao) ALSO im doing 2 other keshi songs (probably for mingyu and hongseok but idk) and while this technically is a mini series using keshi songs, they won’t be a continuation of this fic. they’re going to be their own lil things. ok that’s it goodbye

2 soon | the reaper

Limping down the street, the streetlamps being the only source of lighting, Wonwoo’s mind couldn’t help but wander. There were no cars going by at this time of night, not even a cool breeze to listen to the shaking leaves in the trees. The street was dead silent other than his heavy footsteps as he tried to make it home on his own. He was sure God or whatever higher power out there was out to get him lately since on top of everything else, his car had broken down and he was left to walk the rest of the way after calling Mingyu to make sure someone would get the car.

Had anyone been walking around this time of night, they’d probably call the police seeing Wonwoo awkwardly walking down the street with his hurt leg. Despite the nice suit, it was unbuttoned, slightly torn, and stained with splatters of blood. His white shirt underneath was half undone and splattered with blood as well, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck, his hair was disheveled, his right eye was beginning to bruise, and the left corner of his lip was caked with dried blood. There was a trail of dried blood going from his nose to his top lip as well, and his tired expression only added to his awful appearance.

“Oh my god, Wonwoo!” you gasped when you spotted him from the window, Joshua and Minghao rushing out behind you.

It was one of the first times he’d come home beaten up. You didn’t know about his line of work when you’d first started dating, but when it began to become more serious, he had to break and tell you. Finding out your boyfriend was in the mafia worried you for obvious reasons, to a point where for a while, two of the men he worked with had to stay at the house with you to make sure you didn’t go off trying anything stupid. But you did often pace the kitchen, checking out the window that faced the street to see when his car pulled in. And one night, you saw him be helped out of the car by Seungcheol because Wonwoo was so beaten up.

“It’s okay, baby,” he reassured you as you rushed to him.

“Careful, careful,” Seungcheol warned, not wanting you to throw yourself into him or anything. Jeonghan had just stitched up his gunshot wound, but Wonwoo made him swear not to tell you that much.

“What happened?” you asked, looking him over. He looked about as messy as his clothes, and that was saying something since he was missing his jacket he left the house with, and his shirt was barely hanging onto his body by thin threads. You moved to Wonwoo’s other side, putting his arm around your shoulders. “I’ve got him.”

Seungcheol carefully leaned your boyfriend’s weight onto you, letting you practically carry the poor man inside. Wonwoo managed to smirk at how worried you were. He knew it just meant you cared, and that meant the world to him.

“You’re so cute,” he chuckled, which then turned into coughing that only worsened your anxiety about his injuries. “Let the boys handle it, okay? I’ll be fine.”

You scoffed, “Not a chance.”

Wonwoo pulled a carton of cigarettes from his pocket, taking a cigarette and a lighter out from the pack. He put it between his lips and lit the end before taking a long drag and letting the smoke waft out from his mouth. His eyes locked on the driveway of his house as he recalled how many times you’d dragged him inside, sat him down on the couch or leaned him up against the sink in the kitchen and patched him up. He smiled fondly, remembering all the times you’d scolded him for so long until you were just repeating yourself, only to sigh and say, “You know I love you, right?”.

But now, he walked up the driveway alone. Despite his limping, there was nobody to carry him home. He had to push himself up the steps, pausing on each one to brace himself for the next. He walked into the house, expecting the echo of his footsteps that he was used to even during your relationship, but not used to the emptiness he felt in the house. At least when his shoes would hit the hardwood as he walked to the bathroom to clean himself up, he knew you were upstairs. But now, he knew he was the only one in the house, and that was a new feeling. A new but vaguely familiar feeling of being alone. He was alone before you, but he was so accustomed to your presence that he forgot what it was like to not have anybody there when he came home.

“Wonwoo--”

“Go back upstairs,” Wonwoo huffed, trying to get to the basement while Junhui and Mingyu helped him.

This time it was worse. You were used to him coming home later, so you no longer wasted an hour or two pacing by the kitchen window, but instead waited until you heard the heavy sound of his boots against the hardwood in the hallway, going toward either the kitchen or the bathroom. He wasn’t always hurt, but this time, he was in worse shape than he’d let you know. That was why there were more men with him.

“But--”

“_____,” he growled, his eyes glancing up at the stairway you were now frozen on. He’d used this voice before -- only a handful of times to show he was serious and didn’t want to fight you on whatever it was -- but it always made you freeze completely where you were. “Go.”

Mingyu and Jun continued to help him to the basement, Seungcheol and Soonyoung following behind them. You waited until you heard the basement door close before dropping your head and going back up the stairs to your room.

Glancing away from the staircase, Wonwoo continued down the hall to the kitchen. He grabbed the bottle of bourbon he left unfinished on the counter before going for the basement door. He threw it open, not bothering to close it behind him because there wasn’t a point to anymore. He was lucky he managed to get down the stairs without falling down them before he went over to his little corner where his desk was. They’d used the basement for plenty of things before, but it was mostly where he kept his ‘business things’. That’s why you weren’t to go down there -- not that that didn’t stop you from checking on Wonwoo from time to time when he had locked himself away down there.

Wonwoo flopped down in his chair, opening the bottle and taking a swig. He stared across the room, trying to grasp the reality that he was alone in the house. He wasn’t sure when it would finally sink in, but it hadn’t yet. It had been a month and he still had himself thinking he could hear your footsteps as you tried to sneak downstairs to check on him, or the shower running with your soft singing drifting from under the door. But the harsh truth was that you were gone an he was just imagining these things.

At first when he got home, you were the first thing he would check on. He wanted to know about your day, what you did, how you were feeling. He was grateful when you had dinner made for him -- even if it was cold by the time he got home -- and loved relaxing on the couch or in bed with you when he got home. But he slowly started seeing you less and less. He didn’t see you most days at all, so you looked forward to the nights. But more often, he started politely turning down dinner to go the basement -- that eventually turned into straight-up ignoring it to go do more work at his desk. Instead of checking up with you, he started going straight to the bathroom to clean himself up before silently grabbing a small snack and retreating to the basement until you were already fast asleep and he was crawling into bed for 2-3 hours of sleep. It got to a point where you barely saw Wonwoo at all.

And as Wonwoo took another drink right after letting out more cigarette smoke, he knew it was all his fault. He got too caught up in his job. He loved you, but he didn’t realize he wasn’t showing it like he should’ve. He made you feel unloved and forgotten and overlooked. It wasn’t a 50/50 situation, it was 100% his fault that you left him.

He put out his cigarette in his ash tray and eyed the bottle before he put his feet up on his desk and took a longer drink this time.

“Wonwoo,” he heard your voice in his ear, trying to shake him awake after another late night. But he had the day off today, and you were excited to spend every moment with him that you could. “Wonwoo, wake up!”

A smack to his cheek had his eyes shooting open as he let out a gasp.

“Jesus Christ, Wonwoo,” Mingyu breathed, sitting back as he realized the older man was awake, “I thought you were fucking dead. How much did you drink?”

Considering the slap Mingyu gave him didn’t hurt as bad as the metaphorical slap that his awful reality gave him, clearly not enough.

“None of your business,” Wonwoo slurred as he struggled to keep his eyes open, definitely hung over from drinking until he passed out -- again.

“You need to stop doing this,” the younger boy sighed, giving Wonwoo a stern look, “not even just because Seungcheol’s fed up with it, but because it’s not healthy.”

“What does it matter?” he grumbled, refusing to get up. Instead, his hand searched the floor for his bottle of alcohol.

“Will you stop with that shit? Come on, Wonwoo, _____ leaving doesn’t mean the end of the world!”

“Have you ever been in love?”

When Mingyu was silent, Wonwoo scoffed, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Well it was still your own fault she left you,” Mingyu stated, rolling Wonwoo onto his back with his shoe. “You said it yourself, so you can’t say it’s not true. You neglected her and now you’re throwing yourself a pity party when you did it to yourself.”

“Get out of my house,” Wonwoo groaned, deciding to cover his ears instead of search for the bottle of bourbon.

“You’ve been pulling this shit every fucking day for a month,” Mingyu spat, ignoring how obviously annoyed Wonwoo was getting. Everyone was annoyed with Wonwoo’s behavior so this was only fair. “Someone always has to waste their time and come here to make sure you didn’t drink yourself dead.”

“Then stop checking!” Wonwoo shouted, finally peeling his eyes open to glare up at Mingyu. “Go the fuck away!”

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to take them back. You stood in front of his desk, your own angry expression dissipating and being replaced with hurt instead. The two of you had been arguing because he’d been so distant, and while you understood that the basement was where he got more work done, you didn’t see the need for him to continue working when he was away ‘working’ all day. But his anger bubbled over and now he’d crossed the line.

“Wait, _____--”

You just shook your head at him, eyes filling with tears as you rushed to go back upstairs. Wonwoo called for you to come back, but you just ignored him, slamming the basement door closed. Wonwoo groaned and sat down in his chair, rubbing over his face with his hands.

That was definitely the biggest push for you to leave.

And now here he was, in the same room his life started falling apart. Why couldn’t he wake up to you like he thought he was? Better yet, why couldn’t he wake up and have everything just start over? He wanted to go back to when things were good and he wanted to keep them that way. But life didn’t work that way. It couldn’t just reset, it just kept going.

But Mingyu had to be a nuisance and interrupt Wonwoo’s dreams where everything was actually going well and he was happy.

Mingyu sighed, taking a seat in Wonwoo’s desk chair. He rested his elbows on his knees, running his hands through his hair. Why did Seungcheol have to send him to check up on Wonwoo? Why not Seungkwan or Seokmin? Somebody who had people they loved and could relate to Wonwoo? No offense, but Mingyu didn’t give two shits about Wonwoo’s broken heart.

“Look,” Mingyu said a bit softer, trying to be more level-headed about this, “I get you’re upset and you’ve never had to deal with heartbreak so you don’t know how to cope. But with this kind of...lifestyle, you should really need to come to terms with the fact that nothing will ever really go the way you planned it to.”

“That isn’t good advice,” Wonwoo sighed, not even trying to sit up. His eyes had even closed again, so Mingyu knew the older man didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. “Just go.”

Mingyu stood, rolling his eyes and fixing his suit jacket, “Seungcheol’s going to be pissed, y’know.”

“Good for him.”

“Whatever,” Mingyu sighed. “I’ll send Seungkwan tonight to make sure you haven’t slipped into a coma or something.”

Wonwoo only hummed in response, waiting until he heard the Mingyu’s footsteps go up the stairs before closing the basement door. Then he finally pushed himself up off the floor, stumbling the whole time. But it was only to retrieve the bottle of bourbon with only a little left at the bottom. So he took the bottle, wobbled his way up the stairs to the kitchen to get another, and then carried on to the living room, finishing off the first bottle.

“Well, well, well,” you grinned seeing Wonwoo emerge from the basement. He was still in his ‘work’ clothes, but everything was undone to make it a little more comfortable for him since he was at home, “look who decided to show up.”

“What’re you watching?” he mused as he wandered into the living room and glanced at the TV. “Wheel of Fortune?”

You shrugged, “It’s 2am.”

“Eh, it’s not the worst show,” Wonwoo sighed as he let himself drop back onto the couch beside you. He normally would’ve scolded you for staying awake so late, but it was a Friday night so he couldn’t give any excuses as to why you needed to be in bed. Besides, he wanted to hang out with you for a bit before he was way too exhausted. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, shifting so you were leaning into your boyfriend’s side.

You kept your eyes on the TV, playing along like you had been before. You still continued to say your answers out loud despite Wonwoo sitting right there, but he merely chuckled. He thought it was kind of cute.

You were so immersed in the show that you didn’t even feel his gaze on you for the last five minutes.

“_____.”

“Hmm?”

You turned your head to look at him, seeing him smiling at you with so much fondness.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Wonwoo opened the second bottle as he stared at the TV, his reflection in the black screen reminding him that he was alone -- not just on the couch, but completely, utterly alone.

He put the bottle to his lips.

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