#soonyoung drabble

[boorines]

the first time | kwon soonyoung (M)

warnings/tags: fem reader, established relationship, bf!soonyoung, so much love, he is soo sweet, fingering, belly bulging, he talks u through it, praise, use of pet names ‘baby’ ‘angel’ ‘love’, multiple times, profanity. smut. MDNI

in response to this ask by @horanghaezone

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you’re sitting on the end of the couch, your legs draped over soonyoung’s knees as he traces lazy circles on your calves. the tv drones in the background but the two of you don’t hear it, cocooned in a comfortable silence.

you’ve been dating soonyoung for just over a year now and you couldn’t be happier. from the gentle touches and soft glances he throws at you, followed by the warmest smiles, you know he feels the same. for the most part, you’ve been taking it slow. no matter how heated it had gotten, the two of you haven’t explored beyond passionate kisses and teasing hands.

tonight, though, the air is blanketed in a heavy something.

you try your best to ignore the desperate, achy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you adjust your place on the couch. pulling your legs off soonyoung’s lap, you opt to rest your head on his chest instead.

“all good, baby?”, he speaks softly as his hand comes up to rub your back. you nod, letting out a content sigh.

you shiver subconsciously when soonyoung’s hand drops to your waist, kneading your skin slowly. you look up at him in question and he shoots you a small smile. but there’s something in his eyes you just can’t place.

you brush it off and focus your eyes on the tv screen, trying your best to ignore the dull ache between your thighs. you don’t know it, but soonyoung can feel every shaky breath and shudder against his chest.

“hey, gorgeous?”, he prods. you tilt your face up to look at him, urging him to continue. “you doing okay? need anything, water, a blanket? different movie?”

“i’m okay, soonie”, you assure him with a soft smile. he nods and drops a feather-light kiss to your temple before turning his attention to the screen.

you curl into his arms with a leg flung over his knee, getting more worked up with every stroke of soonyoung’s fingers against your arm and every squeeze of your waist. you don’t even realise when you start rutting against his thigh, the movements first small and barely noticeable. he’s alerted, however, when he hears a soft whimper fall from your lips.

soonyoung’s eyes widen in surprise when he looks down and catches sight of the wet patch steadily growing on his sweatpants.

“baby”, he breathes out, voice strained. you look up at him, grinding against his thigh harder. your blown out pupils and shuddering breaths make him twitch in his sweats. “what are you doing?”

“soonie, i…”, you trail off, at a loss for words. you feel his hand snake around you and press against your pussy. the soft moan you let out makes his eyes roll back.

“keep going, pretty, it’s okay”, he whispers. you nod softly, getting needier by the second. “use my hand”.

“s-soonyoung, i need you”, you mumble desperately.

“i know, baby, i know”, he shushes.

“no, soonie, i need you. please”, your voice is trembling. and today just feels right.

soonyoung’s eyes widen and his breath hitches. he needs to make sure he heard you correctly.

“you want me, my love? completely?” he asks, careful, and you nod your head frantically.

“are you sure? i need to hear it, baby”. this is new territory for you and he’ll gladly wait another two years for you to be ready. but if you’re ready now, he has to be sure of it.

“yes, yes, soonyoung. please, take me”, you whine.

soonyoung swallows, heart beating out of his chest, and nods. he gently shifts you onto your back and locks his lips with yours, the kiss soft and slow.

“where do you want me?”, he whispers against your mouth. he’s going to make it as comfortable for you as possible, knowing this will be harder for you than it is for him.

“here, soonie”, you respond, pawing at the couch. he nods, in complete awe. he can’t believe you’re here, laying in front of him, and giving yourself to him.

“give me a second, baby”, he mumbles and you give him a small nod. he gets off the couch and jogs over to the bedroom, returning with a small foil-wrapped packet in his hand. he smiles softly, “i’ve had some on hand, you know, just in case we…”, he trails off. the shy smile you give him in return makes his heart swell.

soonyoung places his hands firmly on your hips, silently asking for permission to undress you. when you needily paw at his arm in response he chuckles and tugs your t-shirt up, lifting your back slightly to get it over your head. he hisses when he realises you aren’t wearing a bra, eyes drinking in every inch of your body. he’s seen you before, but the context of the situation takes his breath away and he runs his hands over your waist in awe.

he moves down to your shorts, gently sliding them down your legs. he discards them on the floor next to couch and turns back to look at you.

his breath catches in his throat. one of your hands is clutching the couch cushion behind you, the other resting on your stomach. you’re breathless, thighs parted ever-so-slightly, giving soonyoung a perfect view of your clothed pussy and the wet patch staining your panties. he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and then one more, before moving down to your jaw. he suckles at the skin, trailing wet kisses down to your neck. he nips and licks at the skin as his hands slide up your stomach to fondle your breasts.

you moan softly as his large hands knead your tits, massing the skin carefully before flicking each nipple. you hiss and arch into his touch. the smile you feel against your neck makes you melt into a puddle on the couch. soonyoung trails kisses past your breasts, stopping to suck on your nipples quickly, and down your stomach. he stops right at the waistband of your panties, looking up at you to scan your face for any hesitance.

seeing none, he makes quick work of his own clothes, shucking his jeans off his legs and losing his shirt in a matter of seconds. he holds his breath as he pulls his boxer shorts down and off his legs. the breath he hears you suck in does nothing to help him maintain control. he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and tugs. you kick them off your legs when he brings them below your knees.

he sits up on his knees and his eyes rove over your body, committing every inch to memory. “you’re beautiful”, he mutters. “fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing in the world”. you push your thighs closed, cheeks colouring pink at his words.

“no, no”, he says, gently pushing your legs apart. “you’re perfect, baby, just try to relax, okay?”

you nod. soonyoung throws you a deep, loving smile and turns to your wet cunt. he rubs a finger along your folds slowly, drawing out a small whimper from your throat. “just gonna stretch you out, angel. won’t be too long”, he whispers, dropping a soft kiss to your hip before carefully massaging your clit. he slides his digit lower, collecting your wetness on his finger and smearing it over the nub. he rubs slow circles onto your clit, coaxing soft whines from your throat, before gently easing a finger into your warm entrance.

you mewl loudly, earning a light chuckle from soonyoung. after pumping one finger into you, pulling shuddering breaths from your lungs, he slowly pushes in a second finger. “that’s it, so pretty, just a little more, baby”. he leans his head against your thigh as he works his fingers into you, scissoring them open gradually. he suckles bright marks into the skin of your thigh, revelling in your soft whimpers as he eases you open.

he feels you start to shake around him and quickens his pace. “good girl, so good, almost there”, he mumbles against your hip, pumping into you with fervour. “cum, baby, cum for me, yeah?”, he encourages and you do. the coil in your stomach snaps and you shudder, a loud mewl leaving your mouth. he continues to fuck his fingers into you as he listens to your breathy whines.

soonyoung looks up at you and smiles, propping himself up to give you a long, sweet kiss on your mouth. he takes his time, savouring the taste of your lips and the feel of your tongue against his. he deepens the kiss, the air around the two of you getting heavier. “you ready, my love?”, he whispers against your lips. the firm nod you give him makes him groan into your mouth.

he leans on his heels above you, eyes trained on yours. he reaches for the packet next to him, hastily ripping it open with his teeth. he maintains searing eye contact with you as he rolls the rubber onto his leaking dick. the pink colouring your cheeks and the shy look in your eyes is such a contrast from the way your thighs are spread in front of him and he throws his head back with a groan, pumping his cock once, twice before lining it up at your entrance.

the sinful moan that leaves your mouth when he pushes himself into you gently is enough to make him cum, he thinks. “that’s it, pretty, fuck”, he breathes out as he inches himself deeper into you at a snail’s pace. he spots your hand clawing at the couch in an effort to take all of him and his heart swells. he reaches for your hand and holds it tight, rubbing small circles onto your knuckles. “taking me so well, baby. just a little more, yeah? you can do it”.

you whine loudly as he gradually bottoms out inside you, stilling to let you adjust to his size. “all good, baby?”, he asks carefully, squeezing your hand when he sees your watery eyes.

“good, soonie”, you manage to push out, “just a s-stretch”. your face is flushed and your pupils are blown wide, the sight makes soonyoung twitch inside you. he nods and pulls your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your fingers and mumbling soothing words of encouragement and praise against your skin.

“shit, you’re so tight. look so good around me, baby”, he says breathlessly. he remains still, letting you get used to the intrusion completely. he looks down at your connected bodies and catches sight of his cock bulging in your stomach. he feels his mind short circuit and before you know it he’s tugging your hand down to rest on your lower tummy.

“i’m going to move now”, he speaks softly, waiting for your nod before starting to move inside you. you mewl, letting out little gasps and whines as he buries himself into you and pulls out gently. you feel his cock move against your hand and your eyes roll back. “feel that, baby? feel my cock inside your tummy? fuck, taking me so good, my love”.

with every careful thrust soonyoung has you seeing stars. “soonie, more, please”, you whine and you hear him chuckle above you, pushing his length back into your soaking cunt. “fuck, soonyoung, feels so g-good”.

every now and then soonyoung checks in on you with a gentle, ‘this okay, my love?’ as he fucks into you. the needy moans and the desperate bucking of your hips is all the answer he needs, but he’s extra careful anyway.

he continues sliding his cock in and out of you, his pace now quick and consistent. he mumbles sweet nothings to you, occasionally letting filth fall out of his mouth just so he can feel your sopping hole clench around him. when you start clawing at his forearm, legs shaking and high-pitched whines tumbling past your lips, he knows you’re close.

“such a good girl, so pretty for me”, he grunts, pushing into you relentlessly. “gonna cum, baby? yeah?”. the frantic nod you give him has him spearing into you deeper, hitting the gummy spot in your hot cunt just right.

“g-gonna cum, soonie”, you whine, and soonyoung’s hand instantly finds your clit, rubbing tight circles around the nub as your back arches off the couch.

“yes, that’s it, baby, cum for soonie”, he mutters, flicking your clit as you clench around his cock.

your eyes roll back and your vision flashes white, lewd moans tumbling out of your mouth as you release all over soonyoung’s cock. your legs are shaking and your pussy is fluttering around your boyfriend as he fucks you through your high.

“oh, my love, that’s it. such a good fucking girl for me”, he breathes, close to his own release. “soonie’s almost there, baby”.

the whiny noises you make from the overstimulation of his cock sliding against your walls pushes soonyoung to his high. his thrusts get sloppy, hips snapping into you as he groans sweet praises into your ear. he throws his head back as he empties himself into the condom, his hands gripping your hips tightly. he gradually stills inside you, dropping wet kisses to your mouth, your jaw, your neck and wherever else he can reach.

he pulls out of you so so slowly, hissing as he pulls the rubber off his dick and ties it closed. he effortlessly tosses it into the trash can behind the couch. he turns his attention to your blissed out face, eyes scanning your features for any sign of discomfort.

“how are you feeling, baby?”, he asks softly, hand moving up to stroke your cheek lovingly.

“amazing, soonie”, you whisper in response. “felt so good”.

“yeah?”, he smiles at you, eyes crinkling with fondness. “you feel okay? does it hurt? do you need anything?”

you shake your head with a soft smile, wincing slightly. “all good, just sore”, you pout. his eyebrows knit together as he kisses your mouth gently, pouring all his love and care onto your lips. his hands reach down to massage your thighs, hoping to soothe any soreness and you sigh in relief.

the couch is ruined with the remains of your treasured moment with soonyoung, your juices and the remnants of your first time staining the fabric. “shit”, you mutter in panic.

soonyoung laughs. “it’s okay, baby. it was worth it, hm?”, he finishes with a wink. you slap at his arm in exasperation.

“it’s ruined, soonyoung. we can’t sit on this”, you groan. “we can’t even get this cleaned…”, you trail off.

he stands up from the couch and reaches for the wet wipes on the coffee table. you can’t even remember how long they’ve been there. he gently begins to clean you up, wiping at any juices staining your thighs.

“we’ll get a new one, angel. we’ve had this one for so long i’m surprised you didn’t feel the springs poking into you. you were pressed right into it”, he quips with a raise of his eyebrow.

your cheeks bloom red and you swat at his arm again, “soonyoung”, you hiss.

he tosses the used wipe into the trash can and looks at you with a grin. “you can’t be shy after that”, he says. “and it’s true. you were, and it surely won’t be the last time”, he adds.

you blush a bright pink at his words as he leans down to kiss you. he gently props you up and continues peppering kisses to your lips and heated cheeks with a chuckle. “i’ll run a bath for us, hm?”, he says, massaging your thighs and lower stomach to dull the ache. he hopes you won’t feel it as much after a warm bath. you hum in acknowledgment.

as soonyoung pushes himself off the couch with another kiss to your forehead, you think you couldn’t be happier. you feel so safe, so secure with the fact that you placed your trust in his hands. your first time in his hands.

and you know he feels the same. soonyoung would place his life in yours.

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omg this one is long…. but ahh!! this was so much fun to write!! sweet hoshi talking u through it is my weakness..

thank u @horanghaezone for requesting this ask and i hope u enjoy it!!

as always, asks and requests are open and reblogs and comments are so so appreciated!!

[sluttyminghao]

kwon soonyoung x jeon wonwoo x reader - suggestive, leaning towards nsfw. unedited

let me know if u want a second part mwah <3

there were two reasons you loved going to the gym past 9pm. reason 1: kwon soonyoung. reason 2: jeon wonwoo.

It started a few months ago, when work had gone into overtime and you couldn't get to the gym until late. it was a way for you to destress and work any extra energy out of your system before your early morning commute. the gym was much quieter now; most gymgoers had retired to their homes and only a few stragglers were left.

today was your day to do cardio, so you headed over to the treadmills and set yourself up. within only moments, your peaceful warm-up was interrupted by two rowdy men, seeming to be shoving each other to try and make the other fall off their treadmills.

you could only roll your eyes and increase your speed to take your mind off them, your walk turning into a jog. they seemed to be having a playful argument of some sort, but if you were completely honest it was just pissing you off.

"can you guys shut up? im trying to concentrate on my workout." your voice was like venom, spitting poisonous words towards the two men who seem astonished that you have a voice and spoke up. they look at each other briefly, before jumping off their own treadmills and walking towards yours.

you feel your heartbeat quicken, and it's not just from the cardio. these two men are insanely attractive, and you've basically just created some kind of dialogue between them which could lead any which way.

"so, the tiger has claws, huh?" the taller of the two comments, watching your chest rise and fall eagerly. you roll your eyes and ignore him, staring straight ahead into the carpark. you can feel their eyes burning into your body, watching it heave with every step on the treadmill.

"what do you guys want?" you huff, slightly slowing down your jogging pace to catch a breather. they once again make eye contact with you, small smirks plastered on their features, and you try so hard not to look at them.

"we want to show you a good time," the shorter one pipes up, his hand slowly trailing along your arm and sending shocks of electricity shooting through your body. it almost makes you trip over your own feet, and makes both men chuckle.

your mind is racing with a million thoughts but mainly narrowed in on what they mean by a good time. the thought of them fucking you here sends a hot flush down your body, and you can feel it pooling in your panties.

"lets go to the sauna, there's no one in there and it's soundproof. by the way, my name is wonwoo and that's soonyoung," the taller one thumbs at the shorter, who shoots you a toothy grin. "why am i telling you our names? because you'll need to know them for later. come and join us in the sauna and we can show you another way to do some cardio, sweetheart."

the pair walk away to the sauna, towels slung over their shoulders and removing their shirts along the way. you gulp and turn off the treadmill, your heartbeat pounding against your ribcage. mindlessly, you let your body move towards the sauna, and are met with two grinning faces, towels hung low on their waists and erections prominent.

"well, lets get that cardio in."

[wonwoonlight]

are you like me too? / kwon soonyoung

⇢ Soonyoung x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: 1.1k

⇢ angst // breakup(??)!au // comfort?

⇢ A/N: i wrote this in like, 30 minutes bc i was watching the epik high and hosh's performance in akmu's show and got a random burst of writing juice so. enjoy? i'm obsessed w the song and this particular part btw so it's definitely inspired by that. as always not proofread but do enjoy somehow lol

요즘 뭘 먹고 마시고 어떤 행복을 찾는지 what are you eating and drinking these days? what kid of happiness are you looking for? epik high ft. hoshi - screen time

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Soonyoung has never felt so stupid.

But, then again, being drunk and regretful at the same time is an obvious recipe for disaster.

He doesn’t even usually get drunk, as he’s often already passed out before he gets to that point. But there’s something about tonight that compels him to keep on throwing back drinks over drinks even though Jihoon is already looking at him in worry and Chaeyoung is trying to stop him from getting more.

But of course, drunk Kwon Soonyoung is even more hard headed than normal Kwon Soonyoung and Jihoon eventually tells the younger girl to just stop trying because perhaps the guy needs it.

After all, Jihoon knows Soonyoung has been regretting his decision to end… whatever it is he had with a certain someone and he hasn’t had the chance to properly throw himself a pity party that it’s probably been eating him inside out for the past week.

“Why the fuck did I…” He mutters to himself, not even caring that two of his friends are there worried out of their minds. He eventually kicks them out an hour later because he can only handle so much pity being thrown his way in his own fucking house. 

He’s pitiful–pathetic, he knows, but it doesn’t make things any better and he does need this to (hopefully) make peace with whatever stupid decision he made last week to end things with you.

You’re not even his girlfriend–and whose fault is that?–he swallows another shot bitterly. And yet suddenly not having you any longer feels more painful than the last time he broke up with his ex-girlfriend.

Is it simply the alcohol, bubbling thoughts into his mind? Amplifying the pains even though it’s not really all that?

He glares at his phone, silent with nonexistent notifications from you. And then he looks at the mirror and glare at himself for pushing himself into such a situation.

Why did he think it was a good call to cut you off his life when it was him who talked to you first, asked for your number, begged you for a chance to go on dates, and now grovelling in his own room because he told you that he thinks it’s better to stop seeing each other when you’re not even yet in a relationship.

What was there to end, really?

A possibility, perhaps. 

Love that was possibly growing in your heart that he cruelly plucked when it hadn’t even bloomed.

Is that a good thing, then?

Would it hurt more for you if your feelings had grown deeper than what you currently harbour towards him?

He takes his phone and scrolls through your old texts once again. He can probably recite them in his sleep at this point, but he doesn’t care because he misses you and he wishes he still has you–your texts, your laughter, your touch, your voice–you. 

🧡: look at this dumb dog lmaoooo

how can u call him dumb :(

hes cute u meanie :(

🧡: //youre/// dumb🙄🙄

🧡: you know i dont mean it like that 😠😠😠😠

🧡: how dare you make me a villain against dogs!!!!

He takes a deep breath as he plays the video you sent for the nth time, still having it in him to smile at your small dog trying to jump into the sofa even though you had laid out a perfectly new dog stairs right next to it.

He presses his lips together at the sound of your laughter in the background, probably the only way he’s still able to hear it now. 

It’s only been a week. He knows it’s only been a fucking week. But he’s already wondering how you’re doing and who’s making you laugh, if you get to eat that dumpling that you’ve been wanting to try since last month, if you’re sending your dog videos to someone else now, if you’re still watching the drama that you were watching with him.

…If someone’s holding you because, maybe… and just maybe… you’re also as sad as he is.

He hopes you’re not though. He doesn’t wish this wrenching feeling in his chest upon you.

He hopes you don’t like him enough to be as sad as he is.

He hopes you don’t like him enough to drink yourself to sleep–to numb the pain and silence the voices inside your head.

Closing his eyes, he contemplates on calling you. But he remembers that it was him who rids himself of that choice.

“Hello?”

Fuck. He’s even imagining your voice now.

“Hello?” Your voice calls once again, and Soonyoung grips his phone tighter because it’s getting too real and perhaps it is time to stop drinking. “Soonyoung? Are you there? Are you okay?”

He jumps when he realises it’s actually you, panics when he realises he accidentally presses call when he’s too deep in his thoughts. For someone who contemplated on calling you just not too long ago, he’s suddenly hyper aware of the situation and no longer sure what to say.

He opens his mouth to say something, but a violent cough makes it out of his lips–enough for him to hit his chest because it feels like he’s about to vomit though there’s nothing in his throat.

He hears you panic from the other side, and as much as he wants to tell you not to worry and apologize, he couldn’t do it because his head is spinning and a part of him wants you to know that he’s hurting and he’s regretting. 

You already hang up once he’s calmed down.

And it’s thirty minutes later someone knocks on his door, his eyes widening in shock when he finds you on the other side, seemingly running out of your place in a hurry because you simply have a jacket over your pajamas. 

“Are you okay?” You look up in worry, your hand already busy trying to see his temperature. It’s when you realize that Soonyoung has been looking at you in silence that it finally hits you that you’re not supposed to do this.

That he… he breaks up with you before you even begin dating and you’re probably out of your fucking mind for thinking that you should rush to him the moment you think he might need help.

Mistaking his silence as resentment, you quickly retract your hand and apologize. But before you can even turn away, Soonyoung pulls you into his place and closes the door and then wraps his arms around you.

You can’t even begin to comprehend what’s happening, but when you feel his body shaking and hear him trying to hide his tears on your shoulder, you decide it doesn’t matter.

For whatever reason, Soonyoung is hurting.

Whether he’s hurting because of you or some other reason, he’s hurting and he’s looking for comfort in you if the way he holds you so tight that it hurts a little and the smell of alcohol on him says anything.

You hug him back and Soonyoung cries harder. 

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A/N: wow been so long since i wrote for him???

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the one with soonyoung and the domino

pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader type: drabble (smut) | wc: 990 | rating: 18+ au: established relationship summary: you and your boyfriend are both prone to taking stupid bets. cw: competitive cockwarming; self-imposed orgasm denial; p in v penetration; creampie implied, i guess? lol; “petal” as a pet name because i like to suffer. a/n: feast upon my brain worms, my children. i have succumbed to delusion. 😵‍💫 ⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors and ageless blogs will be blocked, on sight. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

You’re competitive.

You accept this fact about yourself. Or, rather, you acknowledge that this trait exists and do nothing — not one thing — to change it. While your therapist may ask you to dig down, to figure out why you feel you have so much to prove, you know better. The rationale is puddle deep: you simply hate to lose.

To your friends’ horror, you weren’t alone in this. You’d managed to find the one person on planet Earth who could go toe-to-toe with you and remain on his feet. Kwon Soonyoung, it seems, was tailor-made to keep your pace.

It was a blessing and a curse, loving someone equally hellbent on winning. It made you an unstoppable team at backyard sports and drinking games — downright formidable, really — but it also led to both of your mouths writing checks your asses didn’t really want to cash.

A series of bad bets, just for the sake of it.

Just like this one.

“How are you holding up, petal?” 

Soonyoung sounds smug, but he’s asking through gritted teeth. 

“Better than you, I think,” You respond breezily because you’re unbothered, not because your body begs for you to sigh. “Sweet of you to ask.”

He hums in response, amusement so clear that he may as well have laughed instead. Either way, you feel that vibration in your chest, which is all but pressed to his. Arms linked around his neck, you lean in closer until you can nudge the tip of his nose with yours. The tiny shift in your posture makes your breath catch in your throat, but you swallow it back.

Instead, you smirk, “Not thinking of tapping out yet, are you, baby?”

When he lifts himself up to scoot closer to the back of the couch, you know exactly what he’s up to. Shameless, you think, trying to steal territory like this. The sole consolation you get from his movement — apart from the obvious — is that he looks like he’s full of regret for his choices. You are, too, of course.

Among other things.

“Could do this all day.” He smiles his way through a bold-faced lie. His palms run up your thighs, making you shiver; but then he pats them so innocently, you want to scream instead. “‘m perfectly comfortable. I might even fall asleep like this.”

Oh, you bastard.

It kills you to do it, but you refuse to take this dishonesty sitting down — well… — so, you take back the weight you’d balanced on your bent legs and center it. Gravity grabs you by the hips, pulls you down until he has nowhere left to run. Then, like a fucking masochist, you signal every muscle in your body to tense.

To your dismay, Soonyoung cracks, but he doesn’t break. He simply mutters, “Fuck,” and squeezes his eyes shut, sucking in a breath through his teeth that he then releases with a hiss.

“Sorry, did you say something?” Eyes wide and smile coquettish, you’re ready to devastate him whenever he deigns to lift his lids. “Didn’t catch that, baby.”

As it turns out, you’re not at all prepared for the look he gives you when his eyes reopen. There’s dark, and then there’s whatever the fuck has gotten into him to make his pupils dilate like that. Involuntarily, you clench. This time, he doesn’t flinch.

“You act big and bad now,” he drawls, grinning wolfishly. “But if I blink too hard, my cock could kiss your cervix. You know that, right?” Fingers scratch lightly at the goosebumps on your thighs. He knows you know; he’s buried too deep not to. “That if I have a sudden… coughing fit, for example, I could wind up rearranging your guts?”

You do your best to ignore the way his words make your pulse race. After all, you have an endgame to focus on. Only two options remain: fight nobly and risk him winning, or take him down with you. 

Fuck it.

He gave you the idea himself, didn’t he?

You sniffle for a moment, eyes flashing with mischief for even less time, and then you unwrap one arm from around his neck. With the crook of your elbow freed, you fake a sneeze; cunt clenching hard around his length while your hips jerk forward, dragging him along with you.

It was a calculated risk on your part. Unfortunately for you, you’ve never been great at math. That delicious friction is enough to grab you tight and fling you off the cliff without reservation. You tremble as you float, whole body alight with the orgasm you’d been fighting for the fifteen minutes since you sank down onto him.

Thankfully, Soonyoung isn’t any better off. He cums hard, hips jolting up to meet the underside of your thighs. Cock twitching and spilling, he groans like you’d done far more than just keep him warm. And despite the lack of physical exertion, you’re both panting — embarrassingly so.

“I fucking win,” he cheers faintly. Fist raised, weakly and triumphantly, he drops his head back against the couch. In an instant, his eyes flutter shut; he doesn’t see the way your nostrils flare.

You snort, “In what world?”

“Don’t be a sore loser, petal.” He chides you. He cracks one eye open and hits you with a lopsided grin. “I held out a full second longer.”

“You did not!” You gasp, smacking his chest with a muted thump. “The nerve of you, Soonyoung — the absolute gall!”

He flattens his mouth into a straight line. His eyes narrow the same way, unimpressed. “I only came because you did. Might’ve been a domino effect, but you fell first.”

“So, we both lost, then,” you huff, crossing your arms indignantly.

He flattens his palms against the cushion below, sits up properly, and steals a kiss from your pouty lips. 

“Nah,” he hums. Unsatiated, he steals another. “Think we both won.”

On the inside, you swoon, but on the outside, you roll your eyes. “Fine. I wasn’t planning on paying up, anyway.”

[yurababy]

everyday luv me!; k.sy

➤ dancer!soonyoung would find dancer!reader so attractive, especially if they’re at his level or even better.

notes 1.1k, kind of went a bit off topic from that. lil bit of angst. alluding to future smut but they just make out. mutual pining i guess. hoshi is so baby. g/n reader i think? i hope? i tried. actually i wrote this half asleep. but i wrote smth! yay! please send me asks please please. title from moonwalker: svt <3

intro not only would his competitive side get a thrill out of it, but his true appreciation for the art would actually start throwing him off his game. at first, ever the confident one, he’d shoot flirty comments your way, compliment you a little too often, move your arm 4 degrees to the right just to get close. at some point, he started losing focus. a dance room is so conveniently supplied with mirrors, giving him the perfect view of you wherever you are. he’d start to think more about excuses of how to talk to you, calculating the angles of your limbs just so that you’d look him in the eye. he’d stay a little later, and later, and later after practices because you were so good. if he’s as good as you, then surely you’ll notice him more, right? maybe even ask you for lessons. then he can really ask you on a date. with all his overthinking and hopeless attempts with his crush, he became too awkward and you assumed his interest had suddenly vanished.

until you caught him an hour after official practice had ended, looking for your lost sweater. rather, you saw hoshi slumped against a wall, head previously hidden beneath his hands peeking up at the sound of the door. when he noticed it was you, he just blankly stared, something you had never seen him do before.

“what are you still doing here, soonyoung?”

his parted lips that had been emitting deep breaths shut into a straight line, soonyoung looking down in his lap.

“practicing,” he answered you, barely a murmur.

you walked closer towards him, sweater long forgotten. “practice is over and it’s a friday, soon. you’ve got the choreography down better than everyone else on the team. why are you actually here?”

“i’m not.” a pause, before he added, “better than everyone else. i’m just trying to get good, it’s not a big deal.” he flushed in embarrassment, the situation being the complete opposite of his plan.

you frowned, his change in regular aura so obvious. hoshi loved dance, hoshi was a dancer. he has nothing but passion and happiness while dancing. this wasn’t about dance, and it was clear. you reached for a hand that was nesting on his thigh, smoothening the skin as he turned to you with big eyes. adorable.

“you are. i heard someone else saw you practicing late a few days back, too. you’re going to hurt yourself. i’ve never seen a better dancer than you. hearing you say you’re not good enough.. it hurts, soonyoung.”

in return, a light scoff came from the boy, followed by short silence.

“you’re so sweet.” simple, cliche, but he meant it. he was never the best at explaining things. “sweet to me since day one. i appreciate it. you helping me out… i needed that.”

hoshi was a bit oblivious. under the assumption that his crush was unrequited, he sighed at his words, at the fact that you’re so sweet not because of him, but because it’s you.

“need any other help?”

and hoshi was also a bit stressed. frustrated. in terms of dance. in terms of his love life. in terms of everything.

as much as he wanted to scream, “yes! i need you to go in a date with me! now! in jeju island! and we can stay for six days! or the rest of our lives!” he figured the least he could do to repay your kindness was to be his normal, annoying self.

he felt around for his phone next to him, grabbing the device and pressing the screen a few times as you sat with piqued curiousity. after a few moments, music from a dance the two of you had learned a bit ago began to play on the speaker.

his eyes disappeared into a smile as the hand you had been holding tightened its grip around yours. “can i have this dance?” he asked.

“you may,” you easily replied, relieved to have the boy back. the two of you stood up from your positions on the floor and arranged yourselves for the choreography. there were a few mistakes here and there, the both of yours’ memories slightly faded, but they were masked by you and hoshi’s laughter.

as a part in the steps came where he held your waist from the back, the two of you facing the mirror, you whispered to him, “does my baby need anything else to cheer him up?”

expecting a sarcastic response much like from his previous flirtatious remarks, soonyoung smirked, “maybe a kiss?”

with that, the next step had you spinning around to face him, the song coming to an end. but, you weren’t moving into the next pose.

“what if i do?” you met his eyes. you would have to get used to his sudden changes in demeanor, from soft and self conscious to eyes darkening above his glistening frame,

soonyoung raised an eyebrow at that, shrugging almost nonchalantly as he took a step closer to you. “actions speak louder than words, babe.”

painfully slow, you took two steps closer, wrapping your arms around his neck while his big hands found your waist once again. not letting you closing the distance yet, soonyoung backed you up against the mirror wall until your head rested against the glass, his neck bending down to meet you.

for the final few inches, you leaned in in sync, your lips finally pressed together. it wasn’t like you didn’t know how hoshi was, putting the extra mile into every thing he did no matter how big or small, but his drive was truly another level when you witnessed it first hand. he didn’t waste any time against your mouth, sucking and pulling at your lip and curling his tongue against your own, desperate to hear your pleasure. and it worked, because you couldn’t even keep up with him, the way he made you a moaning mess. he didn’t seem to mind, though, hands roaming up and down your torso as your fingers toyed with the waves in his hair.

you continued to make out for a little longer before the tiredness from dancing and kissing took over your bodies and you simply stood together.

hoshi was first to speak. “i have a bed at my house.”

your eyebrows knit in confusion, smacking his arm before laughter from the two of you flooded the dance studio. as the sounds died down into silent smiles, you intertwined your fingers with his, dragging him to the exit of the room.

“i’d be honored to see it.”

[jihoonotes]

“new student” | kwon soonyoung

summary: after transferring to a new high school you’re happy to be in the same school as your childhood friend, but the excitement quickly diminishes.

genre: one-shot, childhood friends to lovers, high school au! | class president!soonyoung x new student!reader

part of the he calls you clingy series.

[savventeen]

[hoshi + summer] requested by @scarlet789

Soonyoung squirts some sunscreen into one hand and dips the fingers of the other into the lotion, reaching out toward your face. For a second he pauses, then he swipes three lines across each cheek before beaming at you.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Tiger," he says. "My tiger."

You laugh.

[send me a svt member and a one-word prompt and i'll write you something 50 words or less] [masterlist]

[xiubaek-13]

Definitely, Maybe

Genre: Fluff.

Pairing: Hoshi x Reader

Word Count: 1,851

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, mostly fluff honestly, kissing, mentions of alcohol but no one is drunk.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. Just a little something my brain word vomited onto a page in the last hour. Not even remotely edited.

The thumping bass from the party was deafening. You could feel your bones vibrating along to the music as you danced your heart out. You needed this night to unwind, silently thanking Cheol for managing to have his party on the same day that the universe seemed to have it out for you. You managed to wake up late, get a flat tyre, have coffee spilt on you less than five minutes after arriving at work and then you got chewed out by your boss because someone else in your team had fucked up. By the time you got your lunch, you were already venting to your friends in your group chat about your bad, no good, terrible day. 

[12:45pm] Hannie: Wow, who did you piss off in a past life?

[12:45pm] You: Someone who wants vengeance apparently.

[12:45pm] Shua: This is all because you refuse to sleep with your boss.

[12:45pm] You: Not happening. Really wish you’d stop suggesting it.

[12:45pm] Hannie: Shua might have a point…

[12:45pm] You: Why am I even friends with the two of you? 

[12:46pm] Gyu: Shua, are you trying to get her fired?

[12:46pm] Shua: Uh, no? Clearly I’m trying to get her promoted. 

[12:46pm] Cheol: 9pm. My place. Drinks, probably not much food, dancing and poor decisions. Guaranteed to make you feel better.

[12:46pm] Dino: Awesome! Party at Cheol’s. Tell everyone!

[12:46pm] Vernon: Have you guys seen this cat pic?

[12:46pm] Shua: Subtle change of subject there.

[12:46pm] Cheol: I’m busy with reports and am not on team peer pressure our friend into fucking their boss. 

[12:47pm] DK: Party! See everyone tonight.

[12:47pm] Jun: Is your boss hot?

[12:47pm] Woozi: Isn’t Kihyun your boss?

[12:47pm] You: Yes.

[12:48pm] Hannie: So you admit that your boss is hot.

[12:48pm] You: No! I was answering Woozi. 

[12:48pm] Shua: Sure Jan.

[12:48pm] Wonwoo: *popcorn*

[12:48pm] Woozi: Yeah I’m on team don’t fuck your boss if you were wondering.

[12:49pm] You: Someone else in this group is sane. Thank you.

[12:49pm] Woozi: np

[12:49pm] Vernon: So that’s a no on the cat pic then.

[12:49pm] Seungkwan: It’s not really a question of if you should do it. You CAN’T do it. 

[12:49pm] You: Not sure if this is helpful or an attack…

[12:49pm] Seungkwan: I’m on your side ffs! I’ll disown you if you fuck him.

[12:50pm] Hao: Still sounds a bit judgemental ngl.

[12:50pm] Wonwoo: *popcorn*

[12:50pm] Gyu: Yeah, sounds a bit like if she did do it, you’re going to slut shame her out of the friendship.

[12:50pm] Hoshi: I didn’t know Kihyun was your boss!  

[12:50pm] Hoshi: Can I send his gift to your office for you to pass on? Please?! 

[12:50pm] You: Hoshi, why are you sending my boss a gift?

[12:50pm] Hoshi: I was at his wedding a few weeks ago and forgot to drop my gift off.

[12:51pm] Shua: Ok maybe don’t fuck your boss.

[12:51pm] You: Finally you speak some sense!

[12:51pm] Shua: At least not until he’s out of the honeymoon phase.

Cheol removed Shua from the group

[12:51pm] Dino: I approve.

Hannie added Shua to the group

[12:52pm] Shua: Wow. The audacity Cheol.

[12:52pm] Cheol: Fight me.

[12:53pm] Vernon: thislilfloofyguystoebeans.jpeg sent.

[12:53pm] Wonwoo: Cute.

Cut to 11pm, you’ve been dancing with your friends and drinking whatever strange concoctions Jun keeps bringing you. You only finished the ones that tasted good, disposing of the less palatable ones when he wasn’t looking. Water and fresh air began to call to your soul so you excused yourself from the hyper and tipsy group who were currently having a dance off to Psy’s ‘Gentleman’. Cheol let you go after you promised that you weren’t leaving to go home.

You made your way into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water then made a beeline for the verandah. The cool air was a welcome change to the makeshift dance floor downstairs. You could still hear the bass from the music but it was muted now that bricks, mortar and semi soundproof glass separated you from it. It had been awhile since you’d gotten to unwind like this with your friends. It was a pleasant change to the monotony of work, eat ,sleep, repeat.  You leant on the balcony and let yourself zone out as you looked at the view from Cheol’s apartment. You wished you could see the stars more clearly but that was one of the compromises city living required. 

A hand lands on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. The gesture was innocent but because your mind had been elsewhere you nearly jumped out of your skin from shock. A soft laugh came from behind you and you immediately knew who it was. Hoshi. “Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you.” 

You wave your hand to calm him down. “It’s ok Hoshi, I must have really let my mind wander while I was looking at the view. I didn’t even hear you come out here.”

He smiles at you, moving to stand next to you so he can look out at the view as well. “Yeah, it is something isn’t it?”

“Mmmhmm.” You hum in agreement.

“You should see it at sunset. Sometimes it looks like the entire city is ablaze… which sounds much worse than it is.” He laughs awkwardly. “I’m trying to say that it’s pretty.” His hand grazes your arm as he leans on the balcony, the action sending a fluttering feeling to your stomach. Weird. That wasn’t a feeling you ever associated with him and he was an affectionate person so it wasn’t rare for him to touch you.

You weren’t sure what was different about this touch. You wanted him to do it again, to see if that feeling was a fluke or if it would happen again. You were staring at his arm, not noticing how his gaze softened as he watched you. He decides to throw caution to the wind and call you out on it. “Hey, my eyes are up here y’know.” 

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment as you realise you’ve been blatantly staring at him. You didn’t know what had come over you but you felt like you were seeing him for the first time. Hoshi had always been in your friend group, and the two of you had always gotten along but you had never felt some type of way about him. Until now apparently. Obviously you were going to have to play it cool since he’s always treated you like family so there’s no way he would look at you and feel any type of way but familial. Which was ok. 

“Cute.” He smiles at you, poking your cheek when your eyes don’t meet his. “Hey, why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m not okay?” You huff, which only causes his smile to grow. “Shut up.” 

“I didn’t even say anything!” He grabs your chin and lifts your head, forcing you to look up at him. “But you are very cute when you’re embarrassed.” You stare into his eyes, unable to look away. He waits to see if you’ll look away but you don’t. You stare at him like you’re seeing him clearly for the first time in your life. You see the shift in his gaze as it moves from confused to curious to something more. “If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to kiss you.” Before you can begin to process his words, you feel the soft press of his lips on yours, the moment sending electricity throughout your body. You were too surprised by the action to kiss him back, and you feel him begin to pull back. Your brain finally snapped out of its daze and your lips chased his, not wanting the kiss to end. You press your lips into his, reciprocating the kiss. You feel him smile into the kiss as he realises that you want this, that you want him. 

He pulls you closer, causing a small gasp to escape your lips, and deepens the kiss as he allows himself to let go. His lips were soft and comforting but you could feel the desire that was there as well. His hand caressed your cheek before moving through your hair, down the back of your neck and settled on your waist as he pulled you closer. Your hands grip the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip and you allow him access, wanting to feel more of him. You could taste one of those awful cocktails that he must have had earlier but you didn’t care.

The two of you broke apart to catch your breaths, the tension between you thick and heady. “I’m definitely not your boss, but would you like to get out of here?” He murmured as his fingers rubbed circles into your side.

“Only if you don’t mention my boss again.” You whisper.

He can’t stop himself from laughing which only sets you off as well. The palpable tension between you momentarily dissipates. “How does ramen at a late night diner followed by making out and some light groping sound?” He winks at you as he makes his proposition.

“Has that line ever worked for you?” Because you think it’s working on you. Because you think Hoshi might just charm the pants off you tonight if he’s lucky. Because you want him to keep kissing you. Because you want to see what else that mouth of his can do.

He shrugs as he waits for you to make a decision. “You tell me, this is the first time I’ve used it.”

“It shouldn’t work,” Except that he’s somehow perfected that dichotomy of silly and sexy. How had you never noticed before? What planet have you been living on to never notice before tonight? You could kick yourself.

“But…?” He asks, a hopeful smile on his face. How the fuck are you supposed to deny that face? From those warm and inviting eyes to those pinchable cheeks and that endearing smile. You couldn’t say no. Hoshi has always been someone who you found inviting but until very recently you hadn’t realised that the guy was actually hot. He’d always been the cute guy with a heart of gold but something had shifted for you in the past ten minutes. You were sober at this point so you couldn’t blame a haze of liquor for this epiphany. 

You grab his hand and smile. For some reason his cheesy pick up line has worked on you. Maybe you’re hungry, maybe his lips are just too inviting, maybe the warmth of your bodies is something you’re now thinking of exploring. “Let’s go.” You say. 

Maybe the truth is that you just have a crush on Hoshi and you’ve only just realised it.

A/N: Happy Birthday Hoshi. I had no plans on writing for him today but apparently my brain had other ideas so I hope you like it.

[junkissed]

sweater wars

day five of junkissed's svt season's greetings event

member — soonyoung x reader genre — fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (happy ending) word count — 1.3k synopsis — you thought it’d be a fun idea to wear matching outfits to your office's holiday get-together. soonyoung, not so much. warnings — an angsty lil argument but it's resolved quickly, honestly that's it notes — lowercase intended. this is proofread very little so i apologize -.-

one reblog = one tiger print christmas sweater

“this is so awful. you couldn’t have picked something else? anything else?”

soonyoung groans from behind the bedroom door.

“that’s the whole point of buying these for each other! you can’t bring your own sweater to an ugly holiday sweater party!” you call back.

“but i picked a nice one for you! can i at least take it off once we get there?”

“nope, you gotta wear it the whole night! now c’mon, soonie, i wanna see!”

the door opens reluctantly and a pouting boyfriend steps out, wearing probably the worst looking ugly sweater in history.

you giggle and clap your hands. “you look so cute!”

he glares at you. “this is the opposite of cute! you could’ve at least gotten one with tiger print on it,” he says, walking down the stairs away from you.

“that wouldn’t have been ugly enough!” you protest. “we’ve gotta have the worst to win the contest, i’m tired of mingyu winning every year.”

you flip off the upstairs light and race down the stairs to the living room area where he’s waiting. he’s standing in front of the hall mirror, staring at his reflection with a frown. 

you walk over and slide your hands around his waist from behind. 

“are you feeling festive?” you ask, grinning over his shoulder.

“sure thing,” he groans, rolling his eyes. “remind me why we’re doing this again?”

“because it’s the office holiday party! free drinks, free food, making fun of our coworkers! and we’ll have fun, and then we’ll come home. like we do every year.”

“how come you didn’t make me do this last year, then?”

you pout. “c’mon,” you say, patting his stomach and stepping around him so you’re at his side. “look how good we look together, even in these awful outfits.”

you grab a santa hat from the closet and fix it on his head. “mr. claus, reporting for duty!” you giggle, trying to lighten his mood. 

but not even your joke can put a smile on his face. 

he sighs and grabs his coat, opening the door. “well, let’s go get this over with.”

the drive to the restaurant isn’t far, and because the traffic isn’t as bad later in the evenings, the drive goes by quickly. 

when you get in the car, you plug your phone into the aux, like you always do. but before you can play anything, soonyoung cuts you off.

“can you not play music? it’s distracting,” he says, his eyes never leaving the road.

you look over at him. “why are you being so grumpy tonight? we always have music, especially during the holidays. first the sweater, now this?”

he ignores your question. “is there anyone at this party i even know?” he asks, exiting the highway.

you frown. “yeah, most of them were there last year.”

“i was way too drunk last year to know anybody i was talking to,” he says, finally cracking a little bit of a smile.

you grin back, relieved that he’s finally stopped being moody. “see? it’s gonna be fun,” you say.

but to your dismay, his smile disappears almost as quickly as it came. “yeah, because this is definitely how i wanted to be spending today,” he glowers.

your eyebrows knit together, trying to figure out what he’s talking about. “what’s so special about today? why are you throwing a fit?”

he stiffens.

“soonyoung, what is going on? what is making you so upset?”

an awkward silence fills the car for a few seconds, before he finally answers. “you forgot our anniversary.”

“no i didn’t, it’s tomor–” you stop suddenly. ohh, crap.

okay, maybe you did forget your anniversary. but it’s been a busy past few weeks, and it’s not like you forgot about it entirely; you just lost track of the days. 

“why didn’t you just tell me, soonie?” you ask softly. “i wouldn’t have forced you to come if i’d realized. i mean, i did realize, just– not today.”

he sighs, keeping his eyes on the road. “well, you really wanted to go,” he says.

your face falls. “i only wanted to go because i wanted to be with you. i don’t care about the party, or the stupid sweater contest. i just wanted a fun evening together.”

he stays quiet, just keeps driving.

“soonyoung, can you pull over?” you say finally, exasperated.

“why?”

“because! will you do it, please?”

he doesn’t reply, but the car starts to slow, pulling over in front of an apartment complex, decorated with strings of white lights. the car rolls to a stop, and for the first time all night, he looks over at you.

his eyes look… not sad, but disappointed. and it breaks your heart, because if you’d only just paid a little more attention, or put an alarm on your phone, or done anything, you wouldn’t have ended up dragging soonyoung to this stupid, meaningless event when there are so many wonderful things you could’ve been doing together on your anniversary.

but because he’s just sweet the way he is, he was going along with this, because he thought it’s what you wanted. because he really would do anything for you. 

you watch his eyes, waiting for him to say something, but he’s waiting for you. “can we go home, please?”

his face stays blank. “why?”

you sigh and slump back in your seat. “because i don’t want you to be unhappy, and i don’t wanna be anywhere that makes you unhappy. i want to go home so we can spend what’s left of our anniversary together and i can try to fix this.”

you look down at your lap, avoiding his gaze, but by doing so you miss the way his furrowed brows soften and the way his cheeks lift a little.

there’s an awkward silence for a few more seconds before soonyoung starts the car again. “pizza or chinese?” he asks, and you look up, confused.

“what?”

“what do you wanna get for dinner? pizza, or chinese?”

you smile hesitantly, not sure if it’s supposed to be a trick question or not. of course you’ll choose his favorite. “chinese?”

he looks over at you and fully smiles, and it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders.

after picking up takeout, you sit on the couch, eating quietly as the tv plays in the background.

you swallow and put your chopsticks down. “i’m sorry, soonie. about everything. i swear i didn’t forget, i just didn’t realize what day it was.”

“i know, baby,” he says, exhaling. “i’m sorry, too.”

you sigh. “i kinda deserved it, though. i could’ve set reminders or something.”

“no, but i was being a brat about it. i overreacted, i didn’t have to be so rude,” he says. “next time, i promise, i’ll say something, okay?”

“i hope there won’t be a next time,” you laugh, taking another bite, and he smiles.

you pause, thinking while you finish chewing. “you still have tomorrow off, right?”

“mhm.” he nods. “why?��

“we’ll do everything tomorrow instead, then. i have some… surprises for you,” you say, flashing a grin.

he raises an eyebrow. “what kind of surprises?”

you giggle. “i can’t tell you, it’d ruin it! but… i can give you this.”

you jump up from the couch and run to the hall closet, grabbing the paper gift bag from where you’d hidden it in the very back.

you come back into the room and hand it to him excitedly. “happy anniversary.”

he beams, carefully throwing the colorful tissue paper onto the ground. you grin, waiting for his reaction

“oh my god, i love him!” his whole face lights up as he pulls the little tiger plushie out of the bag. he squeezes the stuffed animal to his chest. “our first kid!”

you laugh, eyes widening. “woah, woah, first? slow down there, tiger.”

“you don’t want more tiger babies with me?” he pretends to pout, looking up at you with pleading eyes. he turns his plushie around to face you, waving its little arms at you, and you can’t help but smile.

“we’ll see what they have at target.”

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[thru-the-grapevine]

[8:06 AM] “Would you please shut up for once?”

Soonyoung rolled over slowly, not opening his eyes, listening as you had a hissed argument with presumably your siblings at your bedroom door. Soonyoung had forgotten momentarily, upon waking, that he was still at your house for the weekend. He couldn’t say he was disappointed about that.

“Please just go make your noise outside, or in the kitchen, or anywhere away from here,” you whispered, and then Soonyoung heard the bedroom door ease shut.

Soonyoung hummed, still not opening his eyes.

He heard you sigh and pad back over to the bed. “I’m sorry, did they wake you?”

“Mm-mm,” he hummed, shaking his head. “C’mere.”

Soonyoung lifted an arm lazily, keeping his eyes shut. A few moments of shuffling up the bed later, you were curled up next to him. He smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Morning,” you whispered. “You can go back to sleep if you want.”

Soonyoung shook his head again. “I’m awake,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Uh-huh,” you said, and he could hear you smiling.

Slowly, Soonyoung cracked open an eye and looked at you.

“No sarcasm ‘n the morning,” Soonyoung grumbled, cinching his arm tighter around you and urging you to rest your head on his chest.

“Said one of the snarkiest guys I’ve ever met,” you retorted, but settled your head on his chest with no further prompting.

Soonyoung basked in the contented morning silence, rubbing his thumb softly against your back.

“’S nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today,” Soonyoung eventually said. “Instead of my roommate or something.”

You curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “You like anyone more than your roommate.”

“And I like you the most of anyone, so shut up ‘n let me be sappy,” Soonyoung said, crooking his head and kissing the top of yours.

He felt your little sigh against his chest, and then the soft warmth of your lips pressed briefly to the skin of his collarbone.

“I like you the most, too. There. Now we’ve both been sappy.”

“Gross,” Soonyoung murmured, smiling. “Absolutely disgusting.”

He chuckled when you thumped your hand on his chest halfheartedly.

[genezpen]

『 crashing back into you 』

pairings: hoshi × gn!reader

genre: angst(?)

summary: if your drunk ex-boyfriend happen to call you in the middle of the night, saying he wants to see you, what would you do?

warnings: intentional lower case typing, did not proofread!, crying lol, drunk!hoshi, drunk call, hoshi is an ex boyfriend, lmk if i missed anything

word counts: 795

notes: this has been sitting on my drafts half finished for like weeks now and school has been very cruel and hectic pls someone save me from this hell :( anyways, lmk if u enjoyed this short fic mwaaa ^×^

it was late at night when you received a call from an unknown number — not really. it was very familiar, it’s the number you were trying to forget.

“hello?”

you heard a grunt over the phone.

“hello? w-who is this?” your voice shake a little, trying to pretend you aren't aware on who's calling you at this hour.

“oh? y/n! woah! i missed your voice,” then the man on the other line chuckled weirdly.

his raspy voice is telling you that something is up. like, your ex won't just call you to tell you he misses your voice, right?

“are you drunk?” your forehead creased.

“no! of course, not!” and that's how you know he indeed is drunk.

“yeah, and pigs can fly.” rolling your eyes, you sat up on your bed feeling giddy about the call.

why are you so chill that hoshi is calling you late at night, drunk at that point, anyway?

“hmm... c-can i come over?” he mumbled pretty distinct.

“what?” chills shiver down your spine. you had to make sure you heard your ex right.

“i said, can i come over to your apartment? right now, y/n.” hoshi stated loud and clear.

it made your heart hammered inside your chest. is he freaking serious?

“no? hoshi, you're drunk. you aren't even supposed to be calling me—”

“no, no, i’m not druuunk! i just had a drink, you know...” the high pitched sound flickered your eardrums making you back away from your phone.

this is not happening. this is not supposed to happen. you remind your heart so many times why hoshi is a dangerous guy, why you had to break your relationship up. picking up the man’s call is enough to make you realize that... you, once again, fucked up.

the next thing you know is a wild hoshi came by dropping his whole weight on the sofa infront of your bed. he’s barely awake for pete‘s sake!

“hey? hosh? you have to change your clothes...” you whisper on his ears removing his black beanie after the shoes. kneeling down on the ground beside him.

flopped on his stomach with his left cheek squished against the square pillow, completely passed out. it gave you the opportunity to stare at his now tomato red face.

what has changed over the past five months? nothing. not his face, not his voice, not his warmth... except for his slightly visible grown stubble.

“i missed you...” the wind delivered your whispers to hoshi’s ears.

“really?” like a switch, he lift his head from the cushion a bit. he opened his red puffy eyes only to find yours inches close to his.

and then silence. using only your eyes to talk, with beating hearts in the middle of the night, it's bringing back plenty of memories you refused to forget about.

but then, you mean it. you can't say that you really do but hopefully, your gaze can.

slowly, hoshi close his heavy eyelids lying back into the cushion. you let out a relief sigh before getting up to get some pair of clothes for your drunk ex-boyfriend. but before you can even took a step backwards, hoshi’s warm fingers made it’s way to your left wrist making you halt in surprise.

“don’t– don’t go...”

you looked back at him. he looked peaceful sleeping like that except he's sleep talking and is stopping you from leaving his side.

“we'll talk once you sober up. tomorrow morning, hosh.” you placed your hand on the top of his which only made his grip tighten.

“no, no, im not drunk, just tipsy. come one, let's talk now.” he tried to get up, still with his eyes closed, but guess his other hand are not working so he failed to do so. hoshi flopped right back on the couch’s surface as he grunts.

“hosh, listen to me. we will talk, okay? just not now.” but he won't let go. instead, he's pulling you close.

“no, no. what if you leave again?” his voice slightly quivered, your eyes widen at his question. “w-what if you never come back to me again?”

your insides churn. you felt a bucket of iced water splash all over your body. and most importantly, you felt a hand pinching your heart.

“i won't...” you managed to utter.

“that's what u said...” his grip loosened as he murmur those words painfully.

a liquid from your eyes fell in oblivion, “i- i’m sorry... i promise.” you gave up. “please, rest for me.” you dropped to your knees, running your fingers through his hair gently. unable to hold back your sobs, you bring the back of his hand infront of your lips to plant small kisses.

“i miss you... bad. please, don't leave...” hoshi whispers in despair.

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[boorines]

i saw ur requests were open and i don’t know if u do these but can u do a type of bfs post? like a soonyoung is the type of bf to… post! ur writing is so cute i think this type of piece will be so fun to read ^_^

ahh that’s so cute!! i could give it a whirl anon, i hope u like it!! soonyoung will be the death of me

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bf!soonyoung who loves to hide small special somethings around the house for you to find after a bad day. could be anything from your favourite chocolate bar to tickets to a movie you’ve been meaning to see. smiles shyly at you when you find them and returns the hug you give him a hundred times tighter.

soonyoung who’s super touchy. he places soft kisses on the back of your hand every single time he holds one of yours. his hands will always snake behind you if he’s sat next to you and play with your hair. won’t hesitate to leave drawn out kisses to your lips when you’re at the table with friends. he’s so lucky to have you, PDA be damned.

bf!soonie who has a tiny subconscious possessive streak. he’ll shoot withering glares at anyone who so much as looks at you the wrong way. will make his presence as your boyfriend more prominent with a firm hand around your waist when you both meet new people at dinners or parties. soonyoung who will whine over the phone when you tell him the barista at your cafe was vaguely, maybe, possibly, flirting with you. “babyyy, you should’ve let me come with you, of course he wants you”.

bf!soonyoung who will drop everything the second he hears you’re not doing well. down with a fever and he’s next to you in bed with a cold towel wrap and medicine. overwhelmingly bad day and you’re tucked into his chest on the couch, his hoodie still damp with your tears but he doesn’t care. he’ll stroke your hair and press soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks until you doze off. papercut? he’ll shake his head in mock judgment but still carefully wrap a band-aid around your finger with a quick kiss to the area.

—

[soonito]

pairing: soonyoung x reader

genre: fluff, short scenario

wc: 375

You're traveling with your friends.

A very exciting journey, going to town after town, trying to spend your time exploring as many places as you can. And even though you're enjoying it so far, you're moving non-stop, and it gets tiring. So, naturally, you fall asleep on any piece of public transportation you hop on. Whether it's a train, a bus or a cab, it doesn't matter. If the ride takes more than four minutes, you hold on to Seokmin's backpack, or maybe Seungkwan's arm, and close your eyes.

The first time, you're standing in the middle of the subway. Soonyoung notices you nodding off and he can't help but smirk at the sight. Then, you bump your head on a handrail so hard that the noise makes every single passenger on the wagon turn around to face you. Soonyoung cracks up. He starts laughing his lungs out and doesn't stop even after getting out of the vehicle.

The second time, at least you can sit down, but Soonyoung doesn't let you rest much anyways. He flicks your forehead to wake you up three stops early, and giggles at the way you flinch. You try to hit back but he's annoyingly good at dodging your attacks. Seungkwan has to stop you before you two can cause another scene.

The last time, on the way back to the hotel, you fall asleep on Soonyoung's shoulder. He's smiling again, the kind of smile that makes his eyes crinkle because his cheeks lift up so much. The strap of your bag slips dangerously over your arm, so he picks it up before it drops and places it carefully between his legs. Soonyoung moves slowly, trying not to bother you so much, and watches in silence as you snuggle back against him. When he finally detaches his eyes from you, he immediately meets Seokmin's amused gaze, which catches him off guard. Unconsciously, Soonyoung raises a hand to hide the stupid grin printed on his face. It doesn't help at all, because his smile is growing even bigger now.

A very exciting journey, that's for sure.

[hoshione]

so are we seeing this right now??? what happened to this man after hot.

[antiv3nus]

✰ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ✰

✰ non idol, high schooler! kwon soonyoung x high schooler! gn! reader

✰ genre: fluff, slight angst, comfort, established relationship

✰ warnings: mentions of sadness & seasonal depression, other than that that’s all i think..?

✰ word count: 730

you’d been sad recently, but soonyoung couldn’t place what it was that had you so bummed out. he would ask himself throughout the week whether it was due to upcoming exams or seasonal depression; he just didn’t know what was bothering you so much. it’s not like you were crying or anything, you were just… quiet.

for as long as soonyoung had known you, you had always been introverted, but you were never as quiet and “far away” as you were now, especially with him. you had been kind of distant and you zoned out a lot more than usual. whenever he would ask you what was wrong, you’d brush it off like it was nothing. he hoped you weren’t keeping your emotions to yourself because you felt you’d be a burden to him.

it was about 9:00 pm when you heard your phone vibrate and looked down to see that soonyoung had sent you a message.

“hey y/n..? are you sleeping?” he asked you.

“no.. i’m still awake. what’s up?”

“can we meet at the playground by your house in like 10 mins..? it’s important. nothing bad tho!” he replied quickly.

the end of his message had made you smile. even with your mood lately, you could always look to soonyoung to put a small smile on your face. it may have been small, but it was something; he liked to think of them as small wins. you replied back to his message and told him you’d be there soon.

you threw on a thin jacket, grabbed your phone and made your way out of your bedroom window, not wanting to deal with your parents.

the walk to the park took about six minutes and your thought those few minutes would almost kill you. you definitely should’ve put on a thicker jacket, underestimating the cold weather. soon you arrived at the park, your mood slightly worse, but you saw soonyoung there, sitting on the swings waiting for you. one look at him had instantly make your mood perk up a bit.

the crunching of rocks brought your presence to his attention as he looked up, a smile immediately appearing on his face. he stood up and walked towards you as you spoke, “so what was this important thing we needed to talk about? and why outside.. it’s cold dude.”

soonyoung just smiled and took you into his arms in a tight hug. “i just missed you, that’s all.” you rolled your eyes and smiled at his warmth and words. “soonyoung, we see each other everyday.. what’s the real reason?”

he pulled back slightly and stared into your eyes. “i was just thinking and i wanted you to know that i’ll always be here for you. i didn’t want to tell you over the phone because it’s not the same. but just know that i’ll hold you, talk to you, cheer you up, whatever you need, always. i know you’ve been sad recently, i’m not really sure why.. but i’ve just been thinking, i don’t want you to think you have to go through that alone y/n. the reasons for you being upset might not make sense to me, but i can be confused and we both can be sad together! anyways my point is, please don’t be distant with me. you can let me in and talk to me about anything okay?”

you started laughing at what he said and kissed him on the cheek. “you’re so cute. i think i really needed to hear that. i honestly just think it’s the combination of the weather and stress that’s been killing my mood here lately. i’ll try harder to open up more about my feelings from here on out. but i appreciate you being concerned about me soon, so thank you.” his suspicions about your sudden sadness had been correct after all. one point for soonyoung!

soonyoung pulled away from you completely, the warmth quickly leaving you. “duh y/n i’ll always be concerned about you, i’m your boyfriend. what type of boyfriend would i be if i wasn’t.” he spoke matter-of-factly. “oh yeah, if you care so much about me, come back and hug me. it’s cold as shit out here, oh my god.”

soonyoung wasted no time to hug you again, smiling as he spoke, “i guess you just don’t do well in sweater weather do you?”

✰ hey.. 🫣 totally did not plan to not post on here for three months.. 🤡 but uh anyways! i posted ☺️

✰ thanks for reading <3

✰ hopefully there aren’t any typos & pls don’t steal my stuff (there’s like nothing to steal but i feel cool typing that regardless 😵‍💫🤫)

✰ likes, reblogs, and constructive criticism are appreciated <3

[little-svt]

GENDER-NEUTRAL | FLUFF | + JIHOON

Wc: 1.2k+

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Oh My!

“I’m not sure but he’s definitely deep today. His breakfast seemed to land everywhere but his mouth so he’s in the bath now.”, phone pressed to your cheek, you peaked through the door again at your little Soonyoung who was in the process of piling all the bubbles in the tub together in front of him with a bubbly, toothy grin to match.

“I’ll be over to pick him up in fifteen.”, Jihoon ended the call leaving you to dress the baby Tiger.

“Okay! Time to get dressed. Jihoon is on his way to get you.”

“Wooahae”, Soonyoung giggled to himself until he realized getting dressed meant bathtime was over, his smile quickly being replaced by a pout.

“But I wanna play more!”, he fussed, poking his bottom lip out as he scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew them at you.

“Ack! Stop that.”, you sputtered, blowing the bubbles away with a short laugh until they popped on the floor, “You get five more minutes while I go pick out your clothes.”

“Yay!!!!”, he splashed giddily in the water.

“Hey! Play nicely.”, you pointed at him before walking back down the hall to your room.

By the time you’d returned the little tiger had already realized picking out his clothes meant no tiger onesie and no tiger onesie meant he had to go to work with the big people today. But he had a plan.

As soon as you opened the bathroom door, you realized something was amiss. The curtain was drawn the the bath water was silent, no swishing around to signal signs of life. Snatching the curtain, you yanked it aside, finding the tub empty and the water already drained.

“Soonie..?”, you called, poking your head out the door, peering down the hall, “I swear-“

Following the sounds of giggling and the damp footprints in the carpet that could only belong to your little tiger to the living room, you spotted his wet hair spiked over the back of the sofa.

“Soonyoung. What do you think you’re doing?”, you walked over to the sofa, kneeling on it so you could peek over.

“Hiding.”, he sat his very much naked bottom on the floor and smiled up at you.

“We have to get you dressed, baby. Jihoon will be here soon, so no more hiding.”, you sighed, reaching out to fix his messy hair.

“But I’m not hiding anymore.”, he insisted, adjusting himself so he was kneeling,”Now I’m running!”

Squealing he crawled across the floor before you could grab him, and bolted under the dining room table.

“Why are you running??”, you complained, dragging yourself from the sofa. You knew better than to try to keep up with his playful stamina by now, opting to wait it out as long as possible.

“Can I wear my tiger?”, he asked with a grumpy pout, already knowing the unfortunate answer.

“Then I’m running and hiding!”, he showed his teeth again, eyeing his next hiding spot when the two of you heard a knock on the door.

“Thank god.”, you groaned as you stood up again, walking to the door to let Jihoon in, ”I’ve been bested by a four-year-old. He’s hiding in the kitchen now.”

Without a word, he let himself in, only taking a moment to remove his shoes before crossing your apartment and finding the baby tiger trying to crawl inside a cupboard.

“Oh my god, you’re naked!”, Jihoon’s face scrunched up in disgust as he pulled Soonyoung from the cupboard, he instincts acting before his eyes did. Giggling once he was face to face with Jihoon, Soonyoung scrambled back to the living room to squeeze behind the love seat. Watching the scene unfold, you sent Jihoon a silent ‘sorry’, but he was also used to this by now.

Retrieving something from his pocket as he crossed the room, Jihoon dangled a orange striped keychain, a cartoon baby tiger on a key ring between the gap Soonie had squeezed through.

“Oooh!”, Soonyoung awed at it, reaching out to get a closer look.

“Ah!”, Jihoon pulled it back, replacing the keychain with his face, sporting an unamused expression, ”Want it?”

“Uh-huh!”, Soonyoung nodded eagerly.

“Alright. You have to get dressed for it though. In big boy clothes.”, Jihoon would not be budging regardless of the adorable frown now on Soonyoung’s pouty lips. But the little one would always press his luck, pouting even further. Staying at home in his tiger onesie WITH a new dangly tiger friend to play with? The deal had just been doubled.

“Horanghae?”, he gave his best aegyo, holding out his little “paws” and all, but no ‘Wooahae’ was returned.

“Okaayyyy”, smiling bashfully in defeat, Soonyoung stood and let Jihoon help him from behind the chair. Though he usually didn’t care for the path of least resistance, this was a battle he wouldn’t win. Looking away for a moment, Jihoon sighed, little Soonyoung still being very much butt-naked.

“I want you to go get dressed, then come in here and apologize. Do you understand?”, he turned his attention back to the little tiger who was finally ready to listen to direction. He was a good boy after all, but he wouldn’t be Soonyoung if he didn’t give his favorite people a hassle first, would he?

“Thanks, Jihoon. I’m not sure why he woke up regressed today. You sure you can handle him today?”, you smirked. Your little one was a task for anyone to handle, but you loved him and his rowdiness just the same.

Without a word, Jihoon simply shot you a look with all the makings of a light-hearted eye roll and a ’really?‘, considering how many years he’d been “handling” it. Thankfully he’d pumped enough caffeine into his veins to kill a horse this morning, taming a tiger would be a breeze.

Doing as he was told, Soonyoung returned in slightly wrinkled clothes, ready to leave with his “Hyungie” after a heartfelt apology to you.

“Eheh sorry… I really wanted to wear my tiger.”, he lowered his head to you before wedging himself in your arms.

“I love you but you are still very much a brat.”, you squeezed him, pressing a kiss to his head before he’d be off for the day.

“Horanghae?”, he held his “paw” up again to you and then Jihoon who this time happily returned a short, “Wooahae”, before guiding the little tiger out the door.

“Have a good day, Y/n”, Jihoon smiled, closing the door behind them. Sometimes you didn’t know what you’d do without him there to help you with Soonyoung. But you were reminded soon after the door closed by the playful shouting and giggles right outside that he very much had his hands full when it came to your little tiger, maybe even more so than you.

Settling in the car, Jihoon leaned over, making sure Soonyoung’s seatbelt was tightened properly before pulling out of the parking lot.

“Your (caregiver name) must love you a lot to handle a brat like you every day.”, Jihoon shook his head glancing at the pouty baby tiger who was lured into the car in his adult clothes and on his way to do some adulting. Now on top of that Hoonie was calling him a brat. It was true, of course, but it still hurt.

“Yah.”, Jihoon’s tone grew softer as they halted at the stoplight,”I’ll take you out for Japanese food after work, so behave.”

“Okay!!”, Soonyoung happily kicked his feet, as he wiggled comfortably in his seat. Jihoon certainly knew the best ways to deal with a baby tiger. Now he’d just have to brief the guys.

🧸End Note: honestly think that Hoshi doesn't come without Woozi. They're a matching pair I'll write little!hoshi on his own in the future but this was just something thought up. I love SoonHoon 🫶 + Hoshi is so baby ㅠ ㅠ wahhh this song though you do not understand how much I love it ~ 🐶🐰💖

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