#soonyoung hard thoughts

[elllisaaa]

omg would love for u to expand on hoshi's part w the brat vs brat tamer svt thing... sub hoshi?!;!;!; spitting in his mouth?;!;?;! i MUSTTT know more!!!

i'm heavy on the sub!hoshi agenda because come on, this man would let a woman with pretty tits do whatever she wants with him if he had the chance. hope you'll enjoy this !

HOSHI is the type of sub to be a brat through and through as i already stated. he likes it when you're rough, likes it when you pull on his hair and call him a slut, likes it when you're mean and borderline degrading. he loves it when you're messy, and if you aren't covered in fluids by the time you've both came, it means it was not rough enough.

and everytime you include spit in the mix, he's even more turned on. "mouth open baby." you don't even have to say the last word for him to be already waiting for you to do it, tongue lolling out and eyes glazed over by lust. "good boy." hoshi lets you grab his cheeks, bringing his face closer to your as you let your saliva dribble down from your mouth to his. "swallow." and he does it immediately, moaning out as he gets another taste of you. "you're such a slut." - "but i'm your slut. and you love it."

he's right, because you cannot say that you don't love the way he's always asking for more. you could spit his cum back in his mouth after having sucked him off and he would only whine and pull you into a kiss, licking away every drop of his release into your mouth.

also thinking about how fun it would be to use it as a punishment, use it against him. now that you know how much he likes it, it becomes your way of getting back at him. "please, baby, just spit in my mouth." that only earns him another slap across his face, and hoshi has to bite his lips to not let any sounds escape him or you might take this away from him too. but from the way his cock twitches inside of you, you know how much he likes it, how much he likes anything you give him. "i won't do that, and you know why, right ?" when hoshi doesn't answer, you stop moving up and down his cock, and his teary eyes immediately open, looking at you pleadingly. "i asked you a question. are you too stupid to answer now ?" - "n-no, it's just…" - "not so clever now that you don't get your way, little brat ?" - "i… i'm sorry, i shouldn't have interrupted your work call ! i'm sorry." once the apologies leave his lips, you start riding him again, his moans having increased by a thousand now. "but i'm still not gonna spit in your mouth until i'm satisfied got it ?" hoshi nobs, and at this moment, he regrets everything he did. and he regrets it even more when you spit on his face instead, all of it going to waste. at least, maybe that will convince him to not piss you off next time…

[vampsol]

❝ I know you’re close. Just let it go now. Give in to it. ❞ + physical action 16 + location 16 W/ SVT hoshi PLZZZ Yeogi oven viewwww THANK U 😘

Before tonight, you had never ridden anyone's face before, the position too terrifying in your mind for you to try in real life.

Now, with Soonyoung licking rapidly at your folds with easy precision below you and your thighs squeezing his face as you chase your high, you may very well try this with him every time you want to orgasm from now on.

It's ridiculous that your boyfriend also thought the best place to try such a position was late at night as the sun was setting on the beach. You had spent the entire day together swimming and tanning, until the wicked though popped up in the head of the man you love. There are no strangers in sight to see the lewd act, but the thought of getting caught charges your nerves to an all-time high.

Yet, if it scared you so much, why did it turn you on in equal measure?

"Soonie," you whimper, clutching his hair in your hands while your body stays pressed against his lips and chin. You're so deliciously close to coming apart, yet all the worries on your mind block you from finishing. What if Soonyoung passed out because you were suffocating him? What if someone was watching and you couldn't tell?

Soonyoung presses two finger to the inside of your walls, hoping that enough stimulation will ease your fears. If he was being honest, he could spend forever lapping at your cunt from the position he's in now, seeing your tits bounce with vigor as you ride his mouth. "I know you’re close. Just let it go now. Give in to it."

The added pressure and the words on Soonyoung's lips seem to do the trick, the crashing of the waves matching the feeling of your orgasm finally washing over you.

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[honeyhaeya]

I luv the headcanons and would love my tiger kwon soonyoung PLEASE :))))

hoshi's headcanon when he falls for someone (you)

kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags / genre: hoshi x reader, seventeen fanfiction, lighthearted romance, playful banter, mutual pining, holiday vibes, cozy fluff, heartwarming moments, reader insert, wholesome love story, gentle humor, soft romance ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: n/a (just lots of giggles, flirty hoshi energy, warm hugs, and soft moments that make your heart flutter. mwahaha) ੈ✩‧₊˚ wc: 3443 ੈ♡ a/n: 3/13 ! (reqsts are open for the next member !). ILYSM ANON FOR REQUESTING A HOSHI ONEE ! i loved writing this one a little too much, i might've reached a word count of 10,000 + if my friend didn't stop me. ㅠㅅㅠ (p.s. im sorry. i forgot to post this.) ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Falling For U (Seventeen) ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

ੈ♡˚ ༘ hoshi's headcanon when he falls for someone

when hoshi falls for someone, it's impossible for him to hide it. his feelings shine through in every interaction, whether it's the way he lights up when you walk into a room or the endless excuses he finds to spend time with you. his love is loud and vibrant, like him, but it's also layered with an unexpected softness that makes it all the more special.

he's the type to shower you with compliments, sometimes silly and sometimes sincere, just to see you smile. he'll call you "the most amazing person in the world" one minute and then jokingly ask if you're honored to have his attention the next. his playful nature is his way of keeping things light, but underneath, there's a deep sincerity. every teasing, every exaggerated gesture is hoshi's way of showing he cares.

you'll notice he goes out of his way to include you in his world—whether it's dragging you to try out something he's excited about or sharing random tiger facts (because, obviously, you need to know). he's full of energy, and he loves the idea of making you laugh or helping you forget a bad day. but when you're down, hoshi knows how to tone it down, offering you quiet support and reminding you he's there for you in the most heartfelt ways.

if he's jealous, it's not subtle. he'll pout and dramatically insist he's the best option for your attention, though he'd never make you feel uncomfortable. it's all in good fun—his way of showing that he cares deeply. when you reassure him, the grin that spreads across his face makes it clear he just wanted a little extra love from you.

hoshi's love language is loud, affectionate, and completely unfiltered. but when it's time for him to confess, you'll see a more vulnerable side of him. he'll still try to keep things light, stumbling over his words and making jokes to cover up his nerves, but the way his voice softens and his eyes meet yours will leave no doubt about how much he means every word.

with hoshi, falling in love isn't just a feeling—it's an experience. his love is like a sunrise, warm and full of energy, and once you're at the center of his world, you'll never doubt just how much you mean to him.

it was late, the soft hum of the night wrapping the room in a quiet stillness. hoshi sat on the couch, one leg tucked under him, a half-empty bowl of popcorn balanced on his lap. the tv was on, playing some rom-com neither of you had really been paying attention to. his eyes kept drifting to you, though you were too engrossed in your phone to notice.

you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the couch, absentmindedly scrolling and laughing at something every now and then. hoshi couldn't help but smile, the kind of smile that stretched across his face before he even realized it.

"kwon soonyoung," you teased, breaking his trance. you twisted around to look up at him, eyebrows raised. "what's that look for? are you laughing at me?"

he blinked, caught off guard, before shaking his head with an exaggerated pout. "me? never! why would i laugh at you?"

"then what?" you pressed, squinting at him. "you've been weirdly quiet. it's suspicious."

hoshi leaned back into the couch, suddenly aware of how warm his ears felt. he reached for another handful of popcorn, buying time to figure out what to say. how was he supposed to tell you that he wasn't laughing at you, but that just looking at you made him feel all sorts of things he couldn't explain?

"i was just... thinking," he said vaguely, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

you gave him a look, clearly unimpressed. "thinking about what? and don't say 'stuff.' i'm not letting you get away with that."

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face in mock defeat, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. "fine, fine," he said dramatically, shifting forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "i was thinking about you."

your teasing expression faltered, replaced by a mix of surprise and curiosity. "me?"

hoshi nodded, suddenly feeling shy under your gaze. "yeah, you. don't make it weird." he tried to laugh it off, but his voice was softer than usual, giving him away.

you turned fully to face him, sitting up straighter. "what about me?"

he hesitated, his fingers playing with the edge of the popcorn bowl. "just... you. the way you're always making me laugh. the way you light up when you talk about things you love. the way you're you, i guess." his voice trailed off, and for once, he wasn't cracking a joke to deflect.

the room was quiet for a moment, the tv's background noise fading into the distance. when you didn't say anything, hoshi looked down, feeling like he'd just thrown his heart out into the open.

"soonyoung," you said softly, and he dared to glance up. the way you were looking at him—like he was the only thing in the room—made his breath catch.

"yeah?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you smiled, that soft, genuine smile that always made his chest ache in the best way. "you know, you're not the only one who's been thinking about someone."

his eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. instead, he just stared at you, waiting for you to say what he was too scared to believe.

"i like you too," you said, your voice shy but steady.

the grin that broke across hoshi's face was immediate, bright and full of relief. "really?" he blurted, leaning forward like he hadn't heard you properly.

you laughed, nodding. "yes, really. why do you look so surprised?"

"because i've been trying to figure out how to tell you for weeks!" he exclaimed, setting the popcorn aside and sliding down to sit on the floor beside you. "do you know how many times i almost said it and chickened out?"

"that sounds like you," you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

he pouted, but the way his hand brushed against yours betrayed his excitement. "hey, i'm being vulnerable here. don't make fun of me."

you laughed again, your fingers intertwining with his. "alright, alright. no teasing. but for the record, i think you're pretty cute when you're nervous."

hoshi's cheeks turned pink, but he couldn't stop smiling. "you're gonna regret telling me that. i'll never let you live it down."

"i'm counting on it," you said, squeezing his hand.

and just like that, the tension melted away, replaced by the kind of warmth that made everything else feel insignificant. sitting there beside you, hoshi realized that for all the times he'd doubted himself, this—you—was worth it. every single second.

ੈ♡˚ ༘ kisses and cuddles with hoshi

soonyoung is naturally affectionate and playful, his love for physical closeness showing in every little touch. he's the type to make you laugh first before pulling you into a hug, his bright energy making the simplest moments feel full of life. but beneath all the teasing, he's incredibly thoughtful—his gestures always carrying a deeper, quieter kind of love.

it's in the way he bumps his shoulder against yours when you're sitting close, or the way his pinky hooks onto yours absentmindedly.he thrives on moments when your laugh echoes in the space between you two, his eyes crinkling with that signature grin as he watches you.

one night, you're both sprawled out on the living room floor, the remnants of a late-night snack scattered around you. you're trying to win an argument about who gets the last slice of pizza, and soonyoung is putting up a good fight, complete with dramatic gestures and exaggerated reasoning.

"fine," you finally concede, laughing as you push the plate toward him. "you win. but only because i'm too tired to argue."

he smirks, victorious, but instead of taking the pizza, he sets it aside and leans over, resting his chin on your shoulder. "you're too cute when you're pretending to be mad," he teases, his voice soft and warm.

you roll your eyes, but the way your cheeks flush doesn't go unnoticed. "you're lucky i like you," you mutter, and he grins wider, his hand brushing against yours as he settles beside you.

ੈ♡˚ ༘ the first kiss soonyoung's first kiss with you is every bit as spontaneous as he is, yet it feels perfect in the moment.

it happens during one of your usual late-night hangouts, walking aimlessly through quiet streets with the glow of streetlights guiding your way. you're both bundled up against the chilly air, sharing random stories and laughing at each other's terrible jokes.

at some point, he stops walking, grabbing your arm lightly to make you pause too. "wait," he says, his tone suddenly more serious. "i just thought of something."

you tilt your head, curious. "what is it?"

he looks at you for a moment, his expression softening. "if i don't do this now, i might chicken out later."

before you can ask what he means, he steps closer, his hand brushing against yours before cupping your cheek gently. there's a flicker of nervousness in his eyes, but it's overshadowed by the way he looks at you—like you're the only thing in the world that matters.

then he kisses you, his lips warm and soft against yours, the kind of kiss that feels like a question and an answer all at once. it's sweet, unhurried, and undeniably soonyoung—playful yet full of feeling.

when he pulls back, he's grinning, his cheeks tinged pink. "so... was that okay?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

you laugh, still a little breathless. "yeah, it was okay," you tease, though the smile on your face says much more.

"good," he replies, his grin widening as he takes your hand in his, swinging it slightly as you both continue walking.

ੈ♡˚ ༘ cuddles with hoshi cuddling with soonyoung feels like being wrapped up in sunshine. he's the kind of person who makes every hug feel like a celebration, his energy and warmth impossible to resist.

it starts with him flopping onto the couch beside you, his head landing in your lap as he dramatically sighs about how tired he is. "you've been ignoring me all day," he whines, even if you've only been apart for an hour.

"have not," you counter, laughing as you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair.

he hums in contentment, his arms wrapping around your waist. "this is all i needed," he murmurs, his voice muffled as he buries his face against your stomach.

on lazy mornings, he's the one to pull you back into bed, his arms tightening around you when you try to get up. "five more minutes," he mumbles, his voice still heavy with sleep. when you give in, he smiles triumphantly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before settling back against you.

his favorite way to cuddle is when you're both lying on the couch, tangled together under a blanket. he loves resting his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as his fingers trace lazy patterns on your arm. every now and then, he'll look up at you with a soft smile, pressing a quick kiss to your chin or your cheek before snuggling closer.

sometimes, when he's feeling especially playful, he'll tickle you just to hear you laugh, only to pull you into a tighter hug afterward, his own laughter mixing with yours. "sorry, i couldn't help it," he says, though his grin tells you he's anything but.

with soonyoung, cuddling is more than just physical closeness—it's an extension of the way he loves. it's in the way he holds you like he's afraid to let go, in the way his presence makes every space feel a little brighter, and in the way he makes sure you always know just how much you mean to him.

┊ ➶ ｡✩‧₊˚ bonus

soonyoung has always been a bundle of energy, his personality larger than life and his affection boundless. but when it comes to the more intimate moments—the ones where the world seems to fall away and it's just the two of you—there's a quiet intensity to him that takes you by surprise every time.

it's late one evening when the two of you find yourselves curled up on the floor of his dance studio. the mirrors around you reflect the faint golden glow of the fairy lights he's strung up, the only illumination in the quiet space. he's lying on his side, his head propped up by his arm as he watches you flip through a playlist on his phone.

"that one," he murmurs, pointing lazily at a random song. but his attention isn't really on the music—it's on you. the way your face softens when you focus, the slight furrow in your brow that he wants to smooth away with his thumb.

you click on the song, the soft melody filling the studio, and set the phone aside. turning to him, you catch the way he's staring and feel your cheeks warm under his gaze. "what?" you ask, a small laugh escaping.

"you're just... really pretty," he says simply, his tone free of the usual teasing lilt. his honesty makes your heart skip, the sincerity in his eyes leaving you speechless.

you roll your eyes to hide the flutter in your chest. "don't start, hoshi."

"i'm serious," he replies, his voice quieter now. before you can deflect again, he leans in just a little, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his fingertips linger for a second too long, the warmth of his touch spreading like fire under your skin.

the air between you shifts, and it's then you realize how close he's gotten. your breath catches as his thumb brushes against your cheek, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest moment before meeting your eyes again.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, as though he's afraid the moment will shatter if he speaks too loudly.

your heart is pounding, and you manage a small nod before he closes the space between you. the first press of his lips is soft, tentative—almost shy. it's a side of soonyoung you don't see often, and it makes the kiss all the more meaningful.

but he doesn't stay tentative for long. as soon as he feels you respond, his hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. the kiss deepens, his lips moving against yours with a quiet urgency, like he's trying to convey everything he feels in this one moment.

his other hand finds your waist, his grip firm but gentle, grounding you as the world spins around you. he kisses you like he's trying to memorize every detail—the way your lips move against his, the soft hum you make in the back of your throat, the way your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.

when he finally pulls back, you're both breathless. his forehead rests against yours, his eyes still closed as he takes a moment to steady himself. "wow," he says softly, his lips curving into a small, almost dazed smile. "you're really good at that."

you laugh, the sound light and a little giddy. "you're not so bad yourself."

but he's not done. before you can say anything else, he's pulling you in for another kiss, this one less careful and more confident. his hand slides up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. there's a hunger to it now, a raw intensity that makes your knees weak, even though you're already sitting.

and soonyoung? he's completely lost in you. every kiss feels like a dance, his rhythm perfect as he draws you in and leaves you wanting more. his lips trail down to your jaw, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs your name like it's the only thing that matters.

when he finally pulls away for the second time, he's grinning—his signature, boyish smile that makes your heart melt. "okay," he says, his voice playful but still tinged with that lingering softness. "now i'm definitely never letting you go."

and you believe him. because in moments like this—with the world quiet and his arms around you—it feels like you've found something worth holding onto forever.

⊹˚. what exactly are you to hoshi?

to hoshi, you're the spark in his world—the excitement he didn't know he needed and the calm he secretly craves. you're his muse, his confidant, and the one person who can match his energy without even trying. you're his sunshine on chaotic days, the person who laughs at his jokes (even the terrible ones), and the one he trusts with the parts of himself he doesn't show to everyone.

to him, you're not just special—you're irreplaceable.

⊹˚. how hoshi falls for you

hoshi falls for you like a whirlwind—fast, fun, and a little overwhelming. he doesn't realize it at first because he's too busy enjoying the moments he shares with you, whether it's your teasing banter, your shared adventures, or the way you somehow always manage to make his day better.

he falls for the way you light up a room, your unfiltered honesty, and the way you cheer him on—even when he's being extra.

for hoshi, it's not just one moment; it's a series of moments that stack up until he can't ignore how much you mean to him anymore. maybe it's the way you dance with him without hesitation, how you match his energy during the most ridiculous moments, or the way you just listen when he opens up about his dreams and fears.

example: it's late one night, and you're both sitting on a rooftop, eating convenience store snacks and laughing over nothing in particular. the city lights stretch out below you, and for a moment, hoshi glances at you as you talk about something random. your eyes shine, your laugh carries through the night, and his heart just stops. that's when it hits him: this is my person.

when hoshi confesses, it's going to be bold, a little chaotic, but so him. he might try to plan something elaborate—like a dance routine or a surprise party—but it'll probably go hilariously wrong, and he'll end up blurting it out in the middle of a laugh.

"okay, wait, i can't keep this in anymore!" he'll say, running a hand through his hair as his cheeks turn pink. "i really like you. like, a lot. and i know this might sound crazy, but... will you be my tiger?"

(ㅅ' ˘ )♡ when hoshi loves, it's big, bold, and unrelenting. he loves with his whole heart, making you feel like you're the most important person in his universe. he's the type to hype you up constantly—whether it's about how amazing you look, how talented you are, or how lucky he is to have you.

he's always planning little surprises to make you smile, whether it's showing up at your door with your favorite snacks or dragging you out for a spontaneous adventure just because he wants to see you laugh.

he leaves sticky notes in random places for you to find, each one with something sweet or funny: "did you know you're amazing? because you are!" or "you're cuter than a tiger cub. don't fight me on this."

hoshi's love is physical and affectionate—he's always pulling you into hugs, holding your hand, or squishing your cheeks. he thrives on closeness, always looking for excuses to be near you, whether it's leaning against you during movie night or intertwining his fingers with yours during a quiet moment.

when he kisses you, it's playful at first—soft pecks that turn into giggles—but when he really leans in, it's deep and meaningful, like he's trying to convey just how much you mean to him without saying a word.

and when you're upset, hoshi is your biggest cheerleader. he'll do everything in his power to make you smile again, even if it means acting like a complete dork just to hear you laugh. but he also knows when to be serious, offering quiet comfort and unwavering support when you need it most.

his love is an endless burst of energy, but it's also steady and grounding, reminding you every day that you're his favorite person in the whole world.

with hoshi, love feels like the perfect mix of adventure and home—wild, fun, and exactly where you belong.

a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed because i definitely did, myself. i love hoshi so much i think i love him a little too much and he's so cute i will die for him. idk what to say because writing this, i was 3 bottles drunk and i immediately sobered up thinking what hoshi might be. (i proofread this over and over again and honestly, im so proud of finally finishing this). i might make another hoshi fanfic soon. please, mom, i want himmmmm

[minghaosbow]

𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝘅 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆

“cmon, crawl to me baby.” with that deep ass voice, you got down on your knees, two of your hands on the wooden floor. he tugged on you hard, that leash with tiger print on it made you curl your toes as you crawled. you were completely naked as he were still in his suit with his boots.

“look at my pretty little tiger.. ride my boot ‘yea?”

fuck, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. his words got you already dripping wet on the floor as you then put your hands on his knee then setting your lower half on his boot, your clit finding a spot to ride on as you kept making eye contact it was very, very harsh contact as he laid back and watched you like you were a little toy.

“look at you— fuckin’ desperate for an orgasm. whos a good tiger hm?”

“me! me i-i am!” you stuttered mid scentence as he tugged on your leash again, your face resting on his lap as you rode his boot. his boot was already fucking wet as you start to moan very sensually, it felt so fucking good to you :(.

“such a good kitty, need to train you how to be a slut hm? too good for me..” he laugh harshly, cockly hiding a grin as he watched you ride to your orgasm

you were riding faster by now, moaning so loud already as you felt your clit throbbing , so close to your orgasm.

“hah— hah- i-i oh my god– gonna cum!” you babbled dumbly, panting a little as you felt a small knot forming.

“cum for me tiger, you can do it..” he tugged on your leash as he twitched his boot to tease you.

“fu-fuck! hoshi i-im gonn-“ you moaned out your high, head leaning back as your eyes rolled back a little, legs twitching slowly. after a few minutes you laid your head back down on his lap, until his hand gripped your cheeks, making you look up.

“oh baby:( were not done.. you still need ride my cock, hm?”

[h0efor2ho]

may I request for a poly rela with softie hoshi and dom wonu 😔

I'm sorry this took me so long! I've had a stomach virus and haven't been able to write. But here it is !!! Hope you like it!

Dom! Wonwoo X Reader X Sub! Hoshi

TW : Established Poly relationship, Threesome ( mmf ) Double penetration ( two in one hole ), Unprotected sex ( Wrap it up kiddies ) Creampie, Use of restraints, Dom Wonwoo and Whiney Sub Hoshi

WC :2K

Your apartment seemed to still, the only sound's coming from your shared bedroom. Hoshi's sweet muffled whimpers filled the air. He lay sprawled out on your king size bed, wrists bound with silk to the head board, his cheeks blushed a pretty shade of pink as he whined around your underwear you stuffed in his mouth as a gag. He squirmed, testing the restraints as you sat atop him, grinding yourself down on the ever hardening bulge in his shorts.

"Stop moving" you hiss out at him. Hoshi’s breath hitched, his body immediately falling obediently against the mattress. "Such a good boy for me. You like being told what to do dont you?" You look down at him, sweat glistening off his forehead in the low light. He shakes his head yes. "Do you think you should be rewarded" You ask him with a sickly sweet smile on your face. This time, he tries to talk, whimpering muffles 'yes' behind this makeshift gag, his head giving you eager nods. You plant your hands down on his hard chest to help leverage yourself as you grind down harder "I dont know if you've been a good enough boy to get to cum yet" 

Hoshi's eyes go wide right before a hand clamps around your throat. "Now what have I told you about teasing Y/N?" The silky low voice says in your ear. You don't hault your hips, not yet as you tilt your head back and make eye contact with Wonwoo. The smirk playing on his lips lets you know you're not in serious trouble as his grip tightens. "I couldn't help my self" you wheeze out "look at how cute the looks" your nails dig into Hoshi's chest as you let out a strangled moan. 

"Yes he indeed is cute all tied up" Wonwoo says, his eyes racking over Hoshi. "But I'v told you before, only I get to tease him" It really shouldn't but his words excite you. His grip on your throat tightened just enough to make you gasp, your body humming with excitement. His dark eyes flickered between you and Hoshi, who lay beneath you, wrists still bound. “You like testing me, don’t you?” Wonwoo murmured against your ear, his voice a low growl. His fingers flexed slightly, sending a shiver down your spine. “Seeing how far you can push before I remind you exactly who’s in charge.”

You swallowed hard, the thrill of his authority making heat pool deep in your stomach. Hoshi whimpered beneath you, shifting slightly, his skin burning under your touch. “I was just having fun,” you teased, though your voice came out breathless. Your nails dragged across Hoshi’s chest again, feeling the way he twitched under your touch. “He looks so pretty when he squirms.”Wonwoo chuckled. A low and dangerous sound. “That he does,” he agreed, his free hand tracing the delicate knot of silk wrapped around Hoshi’s wrists. “But you don’t get to decide how much he squirms.” His grip on your throat eased slightly, letting you take in a shaky breath before he continued, “That’s my job.”

Hoshi let out a needy whimper, his eyes pleading as they darted between you and Wonwoo. Wonwoo smirked, tilting your chin up so your lips were just a breath away from his. “Now I have to teach you a lesson. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?” He kisses your cheek. "Yes sir" you breathe out. "Good" he says before tilting your head down to look at Hoshi. "Now up on your knees" he says to you as he gets behind you. You obey instantly as Wonwoo reaches between your legs, gripping the waist of Hoshi's shorts and pulls them down, leaving him bare. 

His long cock springing free, slapping against his stomach. "You see what you’ve done?” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His smooth voice sends shivers down your spine. “You wanted to be a tease,” Wonwoo continued, his grip tightening just slightly. “Now, let’s see if you can handle what that gets you.” You watch as Wonwoo's hand reaches from between your legs, his long delicate fingers warping around Hoshi's hard cock and standing it at attention, causing Hoshi to let out a whimper, abs tightening to stop himself from moving. "now sit" Wonwoo growls out.

His hand leaves your throat sliding down your body to grip your hip, helping guide you down onto Hoshi's waiting cock. He doesn't give you time to adjust or go at your own pace. The thick head of Hoshi's cock bullies its way through your walls till you're fully seated on him. You're breathing hard as you look down at Hoshi.  His eyes are screwed shut as his muffled chants fill the room. "Now this was just cruel" Wonwoo says as he reaches out and takes the underwear out of Hoshi's mouth. The room quickly filled with his whimper's. "please, please, please" he chanted over and over.

"Well give him what he wants Y/N" Wonwoo says as his mouth comes down to drag along your neck. His hands gripping your hips as he starts to rock you back and forth, Hoshi's cock dragging though your walls. It's not long before you're full on riding his hard dick. Both of you moaning out as Hoshi's cock drags through your gummy walls and back. Wonwoo, is pressed to your back, his hard cock sandwiched between your bodies as his hand comes down to rub circles on your clit. The action sending heat through you and before you know it your body is tensing as your walls squeeze Hoshies dick. "fuck she gets so tight" Hoshi moans out.

"Yea she does" Wonwoo breaths out "Good girl Y/N. Cum for us" his fingers slow and pull away as you collapse onto Hoshi's chest, who is gently rutting his hips up into you. Your mind is racing you dont hear the sound of Wonwoos zipper being pulled down or his belt hitting the floor. You pay him no mind when he reaches out and tells Hoshi to spit on his palm. You only snap out of your post orgasm bliss when his large hand comes down on your back holding you in place while something prods at your already full entrance. You suck in a breath as you realize he is trying to fit his cock in with Hoshi's. "Woo' no too much" you say.

"You can take it baby" he says through clenched teeth as his cock pressed against you pussy, the tip slipping in alongside Hoshi's. You gasped, body tensing as you feel him push more, cock gliding along Hoshi's causing him to let out a moan under you. This time he gives you a minute for your body to stretch out around the two cocks filling you up. "You okay sweets" he asks, gripping your throat and tilting your head back to look in your eyes. They are clouded with raw need. "Yes" is all you can manage to get out. "That's my good girl" he says as he places a kiss on your lips. 

"Woo'" You whispered after he pulled away "Fuck me please" "Always so needy for me, the both of you" he teases before drawing his hips back and slowly pushing back in. Both you and Hoshi let out an agonizing moan. Wonwoo began to move, his hips thrusting slowly at first, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, the tip gliding alongside Hoshi's. Soon his hips picked up a steady rhythm. His hand reached down, wrapping around your breast, his fingers pinching and pulling your nipple. You cant help the sounds coming from your mouth, grinding down against Hoshi at the same time.

Hoshi's body was tense, his cock throbbing inside your walls. He looked over your shoulder up at Wonwoo, his eyes filled with lust. "Fuck her, Wonwoo. Fuck her hard," he begged. Without a word Wonwoo's hips picked up speed. You collapsed on Hoshi's chest, his arms coming up to circle you and hold you in place as the man behind you set a relentless pace ramming into your pussy. Heat pooled in your stomach as you took both cocks. "You gonna cum for me baby" Wonwoo said between each thrust. "Both of you gonna cum" 

As he says it, Wonwoo reaches down between your bodies. His delicate hands cupping Hoshi's 'family jewels' and giving them a gentle squeeze. Hoshi’s breath hitched as he tugged against the silk around his wrists, his body archin as body tightened. His cock buried deep in you twitching as he came undone. Rope's of hot cum painting your walls as he laid under you panting like a school boy. It's not long before you're crashing over your own edge. Your walls contracting around both of their cocks. Your body convulsing as you came. "Fuck you Y/N cum on our cocks" Wonwoo grunts.

His thrusts begin to become erratic as you feel Hoshi's cum being fucked in and out of you. It's not long before Wonwoo slams into you with short hard thrusts. His strangled groans behind you and the twitch deep against your walls lets you know he to is cuming. "So good, always so good" he grunts. Each little thrust hitting that spot deep in you, sending a little after shock through you. After a few more little thrusts he stills. The only sound his deep breathing.

The air in the room is thick and charged. Hoshi lay beneath you, chest rising and falling rapidly, his wrists still bound, his skin flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Wonwoo's presence behind you remained steady, grounding. His fingers traced soothing patterns along your spine, a stark contrast to the way he had commanded every inch of you moments before. He exhaled slowly, his breath warm against your skin as he placed small kisses to  your should, his hands settle on your waist, possessive yet gentle. 

"You did well, both of you" he murmured against your skin. Hoshi let out a breathy whimper, tilting his head to meet your gaze as your head rested on his chest. His dark eyes were hazy, filled with contentment. You reached up instinctively, hand cupping his cheek. He tilted his head, peppering your hand with small kisses making you let out a small laugh. “Was it too much?” Wonwoo asked against your skin, his tone gentler now, the dominance from earlier easing into something more tender. You shake your head "Never" you say. You can feel the smile on his lips before he pulls away.

His hands going to your hips, he slowly pulls his softening cock from your entrance. You suck in a breath of air through clenched teeth from the feeling of loss. Slowly he helps lift you off of Hoshi's cock before lowering you back down. You feel it, the mix of their cum slowly leaking out from your spent entrance. "Let me get a wash cloth" he says before he disappears into your shared bathroom, coming back a moment later with a wet warm cloth. Slowly cleaning your off as you whimper onto of Hoshi, who is gently running his hands up and down his spine. "I started a bath" Wonwoo says when he's done "Come on you two, lets go relax" 

He hoists you up over his shoulder, his other hand coming down to take Hoshi's hand to help him up, exchanging a small but sweet kiss before he switches you to a bridal style hold. Your huge tub was almost done filling. Wonwoo places you down before climbing in, Hoshi following him, settling against Wonwoos chest before looking up at you. "Come here sweetness" he says holding his arms out. You take his hand, letting him help you into the tub, between his legs and settling against his chest. Hoshi automatically wrapped his hands around your stomach. His head on your shoulder. You were tangled in warmth and quiet aftershocks, you knew this wasn’t the end. It never was. With Wonwoo in control, it was only ever the beginning.

[moonhoures]

One Night Stand

🕷️ kinktober — day 2: anonymous sex / roleplay 🕸️

pairing: hoshi (svt) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, quick mention of spitting on a dick, pet name: ‘gorgeous’ (for reader), creampie, roleplay, anonymous (?) sex

word count: ~2.5k

synopsis: you and hoshi have been married for a few years now. to keep the spark between you two alive, you decide to go out and have a one night stand

a/n: writing this nearly made me a hoshi stan so i hope it effects you like it did me. enjoy <3

posted: october 2, 2023

kinktober masterlist

Clubs were in your past, or so you had thought. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been in one; it had to be well over five years by now. Dancing and drinking were things you indulged in only on occasion nowadays, rather than every weekend like you used to. Since you finished college and started a steady career, you had slowed down a bit, even more so when you got in a serious relationship with your now-husband, Soonyoung.

Your husband was far from boring or conservative, but you found a comfort in each other that mellowed you two out. A sense of ease came with the normalcy that your relationship provided you. But with that normalcy also came routine. Soonyoung was a co-owner of a dance studio in the city, and you were a higher-up at a local marketing business. He got up at five a.m. to head to the gym before opening the dance studio, and you slept in until seven a.m. to be at work for nine.

The two of you would come home anywhere between five and seven p.m. depending on how busy you were. You enjoyed reading or watching a couple episodes of whatever show you were watching. Soonyoung would come home and review the videos he had taken of his choreography that day, or he would watch other people’s choreographies on social media for inspiration. On most nights, dinner time and the hour or so right before you fell asleep were all you had to be with each other. Your sex life was fine by most standards, but both of you had noticed it had dwindled in the past year or so with your work schedules growing more and more tight.

That’s how you ended up alone at a club one Saturday night. You sat at the bar, a few sips left of your favorite drink in front of you as you people-watched. There was another girl at the opposite end of the bar, probably freshly twenty-one if you had to guess. She was pretty, and she had an equally attractive guy hitting on her. Whatever he was saying was making her laugh, and it made you smile a little, your heart growing warm. You remembered when you were her at one point, years ago. Soonyoung was the guy making you laugh back then, always the best mood maker. You missed those nights.

“Excuse me,” a voice startled you, coming from someone closely behind your shoulder. Your head swiveled to see a man around your age with blond hair and sharp, slightly-slanted, dark eyes. He was around 5’10”, towering over your seated figure. He was dressed in a simple, chic outfit, fit for a night of going out and getting laid—which you assumed was his goal. The low-cut, white tank top he wore that exposed his collarbones certainly gave that impression, “Is this seat taken?”

The man gestured to the seat directly to your right, and you shook your head, “No, go ahead.”

“Are you here by yourself?” he asked as he sat, an almost concerned look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you admitted, taking a sip from your drink. There was a ring of water left from the glass on the counter.

“Wow,” he smiled incredulously.

“What?”

“I just don’t understand how such a beautiful woman like yourself could be at a place like this alone. Are you waiting for someone?”

You smiled, warmth flooding your cheeks from his flattery, “No, I just came for a good time.”

“And are you? Having a good time, I mean?” he asked.

If you were honest, the answer would be no. You had only been here less than twenty minutes, but the closest thing you had to “fun” so far was the DJ playing your favorite song. You had tried to do some dancing when you first got here, but it felt weird knowing you were by yourself, so you tapped out after two songs.

“No,” you bashfully confessed, averting your gaze to escape the pitiful look he was sure to give you.

“Would you like to dance?”

Why not?

You took the hand he offered you, letting him lead you to the dance floor. And for the first time in years, you let go. You danced to your heart’s content, feeling more carefree and loose than you had felt in a long time. A grin settled on your face as you danced with the man that flipped your night upside down, a wide smile on his lips as he watched you dance with him. At one point you were grinding against him, his arms circling your waist. His forehead was pressed against yours. It felt like you two were the only ones in the room, the two main characters of your own movie while the DJ orchestrated the soundtrack just for you.

“You wanna go back to my place, gorgeous?”

The question was spoken directly into your ear so you could hear over the music, but you would be lying if you said his breath fanning over your neck didn’t make you shiver. Right now you wanted nothing more than to say-

“Yes.”

A ride in his fancy car later, down familiar roads, led you to a nice house right on the outskirts of the city. The man took your hand, your fingers naturally intertwining with his as he took out his keys and smoothly got the front door open for the two of you. He didn’t bother turning any of the lights on as he continued to lead you throughout the home, swiftly moving through the main hallway until he paused. He hesitated, glancing at the closed door to his right. His eyes held a playful look in them when he gazed at you over his shoulder before opening the door and bringing you into the room.

It was a mostly unused room from what you could see, one big, wooden desk was pushed up against the wall with only a laptop, a notebook, and a few assorted pens and pencils strewn on top. Aside from the desk, there was a desk chair, a sofa, a rolled-up yoga mat, and some other small sets of work out gear.

You watched as the man carelessly pushed the notebook and writing utensils to the floor across the room. He at least had a heart to nudge the laptop to the edge of the desk and close it. Before you could say anything, he was using his hands to hoist you up onto the desk, bunching your dress up higher on your thighs as he did.

“Are you always this careless?” you asked him, giving him a pointed look.

He merely shrugged, “It’s my roommate’s stuff anyways.”

You tried to keep your composure as his hands snaked under the edge of your dress, dangerously close to your underwear, “Oh, your roommate, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said absentmindedly, “It’s just shopping lists and stuff. Don’t worry about it.”

A giggle erupted from you as he buried his lips into the space of your neck, pressing kisses and teeth along the skin. It tickled there, and it’s almost like he knew that. While he distracted you, his hands expertly peeled your underwear off, letting them fall at his feet. It wasn’t until your rear was dragged practically off the edge of the desk that you realized how close he was getting to having you. All he needed to do was get his cock out.

“You want this, right?” he asked, looking for consent before going any further. His eyes were warm and genuine meeting yours, but he was met with only a flurry of lust-clouded eyes looking back.

“I need it,” you corrected him, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck. You pulled him in for a fiery kiss, a mesh of tongue and teeth and spit that was so messy but so perfect. He hummed in surprise at the sudden force, but you felt him smile against your lips before his hands reached up to hold your face while he showered you with more kisses.

In the midst of making out, you got ahold of his belt, tugging at the buckle until the leather slipped out of it easily. He grunted into your mouth as you swiftly pulled the belt undone and unzipped his jeans. Your fingers dug into the top of his pants, pushing the denim down, but you were met with a little resistance from his hips.

He took over, pushing the pants down to his ankles before kicking them aside. He then bunched your dress up higher on your waist. Your mouth watered watching him get a grip on his erection, the tip flushed and the shaft decorated with veins. You felt yourself already clenching on nothing, and it only got worse when he let a long glob of his spit fall straight onto his dick. He caught it effortlessly, as if he practiced this multiple times a day, and then used it to lubricate himself for you.

With his hand still pumping his cock, he looked at you, tilting his head just the slightest, “Open up for me.”

You didn’t even need him to elaborate, you simply widened your knees, allowing him to take your thigh in his hand. He held you just like that as he fed the tip of his dick between your folds, a wanton moan involuntarily leaving his lips. As he continued to seat himself inside of you, you held back, biting your lip.

“God, you’re so tight,” he said, tilting his head back before looking back down where you two met. He watched himself slowly pull out before bucking his hips forward again. The desk rattled the tiniest bit, and he loved the sound it made. Some primal part of him wanted to fuck you until the desk broke, but the rational, clear-headed part kept him cool.

His thrusts grew in pace and accuracy, aiming to find your g-spot with every stroke. It only took a few tries before he found it, your eyes nearly rolling back and your jaw going slightly slack when he did. A satisfied grin appeared on his lips, and he continued to thrust in that specific pattern that he pioneered. He held you at the waist, keeping you in the position he wanted as he dove between your hips again and again. The desk was shoved against the wall with every movement, sure to make marks on the pale structure, but neither of you cared enough. It can always be repainted.

“Gonna cum for me, gorgeous? Huh?” he spoke through bated breaths, absolutely eating up the way moans were freely cascading from your mouth as if you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. As if he had fucked you into a babbling idiot, “You wanted me to show you a good time. Is this not good enough?”

His voice was patronizing but also as sweet as honey. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, urging you to look him in the eye. But it was difficult to look at him steadily when he was pounding into you the way he was, making your entire body bounce.

“N-no,” you managed to say, “So good. Perfect.”

“Perfect,” he repeated with a short laugh, “That’s right.”

Wood creaked underneath you and thumped against the wall behind you, but the man fucking you still grabbed your thighs, hoisting them up a little. The kisses on your shoulder lightened up as he focused on getting you to finish. He was going to ask if you were close, but when your breath quickened and your lower back arched, he knew he had thirty seconds (tops) to prepare for your orgasm to hit. He kept the same pace and force he had, letting it coax the climax out of you. His pride swelled as he felt you clench on him, multiple times, while you came. Warmth and arousal flooded your core, leaving his cock wet and dripping when he pulled out. A mix of your clear fluid and his creamy seed slathered on him.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, his palm soothing over the skin of your thigh, from your knee down to your hip. He was trying to loosen your legs up so that you could relax, “How was that?”

“You definitely know how to show a girl a good time,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“Yeah, well, it’s a one-time thing for me, sorry to disappoint.”

You sighed, “I knew it was too good to be true.”

He laughed some more, placing a kiss on your temple before landing a gentle slap on the side of your rear, “Let’s go clean up. Then you’re out of here in the morning.”

You chuckled, letting him help you down onto your feet. The two of you quickly made your way to the bedroom, and he picked out clothes for the both of you to wear before you headed into the shower. After cleaning up, you two got comfortable in the large bed, and he didn’t shy away from spooning with you like you expected him to.

When you woke up the next morning, the space beside you was empty, but the smell of breakfast being cooked wafted down the hall to you. You groaned as you stretched your limbs out, peeling the sheets back so you could get out of bed. Your feet shuffled against the floor all the way to the kitchen where you saw your husband standing at the stove. A towel was draped over his shoulder while he prodded at the bottom of some pancakes with a spatula. You tried to stifle a laugh when you saw his unruly bedhead, but a small squeak escaped you, notifying him of your appearance.

Soonyoung’s face lit up, “Good morning, gorgeous! Sleep well?”

“Sure did,” you smiled, walking up to him so you could give him a morning kiss on his cheek, “You?”

“Like a baby,” he smirked, flipping the pancakes over to reveal perfectly golden, fluffy discs, “Oh, and uh, sorry about the spare room. I’ll clean that up in a bit.”

You rolled your eyes, but your grin remained, “Yeah, just be thankful you didn’t knock over my laptop, or we would have had an issue.”

After a few moments of comfortable silence, only broken by the sound of you gathering plates and cups for you two, Soonyoung spoke up again, “Did you have fun last night?”

“Yeah, I did,” you felt your cheeks grow warm under his glance, recalling what took place in the club and the spare room, “It felt a little weird, but in a really good way.”

“Yeah? How so?” he asked, setting the pancakes on a plate and grabbing a fork for you.

“It felt like we were in college,” you said, leaning your cheek against his arm as you side-hugged him, “It felt like I fell in love with you all over again.”

“Good, that was the point,” he smiled, kissing your temple. He added, “And I did too. Fall in love with you all over again. We should do that again some time.”

“Yeah, we should.”

— taglist #1

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[jaja-salute]

The truth lays at the bottom of the glass (pt.1)

summary: Boo Seungkwan is a flirty little brat in extreme need of attention. That's it.

pairings: boo seungkwan x reader

word count: 3k

tags/warnings: alcohol consumption, suggestive, pouty Kwannie, reader is part of Na PD staff, jealous Kwannie, reader is same age as Dino or a bit younger, Seungkwan is a menace and the biggest flirt, TOUCHY BOO, reader and Dino are very good friends, reader is Jeonghan's second favourite child, sexual themes, MINORS DNI, the piiiiiiiniiiingggggggg aaaaa; tell me if I missed anything!

commentary: this will have a part 2 with some SMUT, soon I hope; this is also my first ever fic! So if there are some mistakes pls bear with me :') thank you for reading!

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Working for Na PD was one of the best things that could have ever happened to you. It was exhausting, for sure, and most of the time the amount of work was never ending, but you enjoyed every bit of it. At first the team was very sceptical of hiring a Carat, as they worked with Seventeen a lot of times, but besides being all the time under the unforgiving scrutiny of the agencies, you have proven yourself to be very professional and you have gained a fair amount of trust.

Inevitably, the day when you were shooting content with Seventeen came, and god forbid, it slipped that the new hire was a Carat. As soon as the boys were given this information, they were unable to hold their excitement, to the point that after winning one of the first mini games, they explicitly requested to meet you. And they gave their all in order to win. Long story short, you were surrounded the second you have entered the room.

Two years have passed since that day, and you could proudly say that you have managed to build a wonderful reputation at work, and a solid relationship with your favourite group. The boys were the warmest and kindest souls, and every time you did the shootings inevitably will end in hanging out later, if the schedule let it. With some of them, like the hyung line, you were treated like their little sister, especially with Jeonghan and Joshua, who grew oddly affectionate with you, as for Seungcheol he was, as expected, protective more like an older brother but with more distance. The 96ers were pretty chill, except Soonyoung who after managing to bring down the introvert wall was all over you, honourable mention of Jihoon who more than once saved you from being tackled to the ground by interjecting the pouncing tiger.

As for the maknae line, being the same age as Chan, made you instantly good friends with the latter, and the behaviour towards you was similar (or even softer?) as the one reserved for him. Mingyu was one of your biggest fans (second only to Jeonghan), and it was safe to say that Seokmin flowed right after. As for Minghao and Hansol you were thankful they balanced out the cuteness aggression attacks you received from the older two.

But with Seungkwan was another thing. Kwannie was one of the few more sceptical members, along with Seungcheol, Minghao and Jihoon, when they learned you were a Carat. Very reasonable, as incidents have happened over the years. Yes, you managed to smoother a lot of edges in record time, but the turn the relationship with Seungkwan took was nothing of what you could have expected.  There was teasing, of course there was, but as time passed, the more flirtatious he became. Not that he was the only one wanting to mess around, all of them were pretty aware that you were attractive, but Seungkwan was on another level. His teasing nature concealed it pretty good at first, but he started to give himself away too easily lately, and the boys started to notice.

It reached its peak at today's evening, during dinner after finishing shooting another successful season of Nana Tour, the air was still permeated with the trip experience and its lightness, with the addition of alcohol and good Korean food the atmosphere was just right. You left the booth where your fellow coworkers were, after Mingyu came to retrieve you, proudly saying that you deserve to have fun with your favourite people. As soon as you've entered, you were greeted by loud cheering and bickering, as usual the boys were playing one of their games. Jeonghan met your eyes the second your head popped into the room and locking you in a hug, he started rubbing his cheek on yours.

"MY SWEETEST GIRLL IS HEREE *hiccup* where were you?? I missed you so muchh." "Hannie, it has been an hour since you last came to our booth to 'check on me'," you chuckled, "did you get wasted in the meantime?" "He keeps loosing even if he's trying everything to cheat," intervenes Seungcheol, manhandling Jeonghan to release your face but not the hug, as he hissed at him, "would you like to sit down? Jeonghan kept a spot for you the whole night." Finishes Cheol with a smile.  "I would love to." Reciprocating the smile you follow the older two to the table, sitting between Jeonghan and of course Joshua, who hugs you too as soon as you sit.

 The other boys greet you warmly, Chan coming behind your chair and wrapping you in a tight hug starts to rant about the game being unfair while resting his chin on your shoulders and nuzzling his face in your neck and hair. Him and Jeonghan were the most touchy with you, luckily you were used to physical touch and affection, so it didn't quite bother you. It was surely bothering someone else, who was throwing daggers at Chan from across the table. Seungkwan was graciously tipsy (his words), and he was keeping himself from drinking too much because he was feeling on edge, knowing you were present at the dinner, now even more since you were in front of his eyes. Unlike Seungkwan, Chan was way more than tipsy, and eagerly touchy tonight. Soonyoung, lightweight as always, zeroed his eyes on the two of you laughing together, and opened his unfiltered mouth:

"You look hella good together, like cute but sexy. Are you sure you are not a couple?" You and Chan manage to show him the same horrified face, making Jihoon cackle so hard the man almost choked and fell from his chair, the others stare in disbelief at the statement and share some laughter. "YA you punk! You need my approval before! Who you think you are?! Do you think you are good enough for my Y/Nnnie??", slurs Jeonghan and Joshua follows him, hyping him up. Again, Soonyoung who can't keep his mouth shut, retorts: "No but hyung, take a good look at them. Aren't they hot together?" Jeonghan: "Oh shut up you are too biased on Chan. My Y/Nnnie deserves better." "Oi, I'm not that bad," defends the maknae, "besides, if me and Y/N weren't practically TWINS, I would be the best boyfriend she could ever dream of." "Now wouldn't you Chan." You say glancing up at him. "Hell yea, Y/N have you seen these guns?" says Chan while flexing his arms in front of you, "Come feel these bad boys." and shamelessly puts your hands on his biceps.

"Chan I am very aware of you being buff and sexy, but I also know that you are all bark and no bite, and", you lift yourself from your seat, staring directly at his eyes shifting your gaze, looking at him like you want to eat him, "I also know that as soon as I start to flirt with you like I mean it, you'll melt like ice cream under hot summer sun." You punctuate your last words by stepping into his space, making him step backwards and luckily fall into his seat. Chan flushed red and just looks at you with blown out eyes, bewildered. Having had yourself a few drinks with your colleagues made you tonight a bit more unhinged than usually.

“Woha there Y/N, you got game!” cheers Soonyoung, and you grin mischievously, Chan still trying to recollect himself as the others snicker and cheer after that little show. “You flatter me Soonie, but trust me that I can do better.” You say sending a wink to him who just grins like an idiot and raising his eyebrows in a seductive attempt follows: “And are you willing to show me, baby?” At this point Jihoon's face is contorted into one of the most disgusted faces you have ever seen him make, and that combined with the poor flirting Soonyoung is trying, makes you laugh heartily. “I am so sorry Soonie, but I can’t take you seriously with that face and please stop wiggling those eyebrows.” Wiping a tear your turn your head back to Chan, “Channie you okay there?”

“Y/N, I think that you gave me a boner.” says Chan out of breath. “I think you have drank enough and your pants are just tight Chan. How are you able to walk in those is still a mystery to me, but I guess that little space is just enough for you to fit in there” you say with a wink. To say that Chan was horrified was an understatement. “THAT WAS SO UNCALLED FOR AND YOU KNOW IS NOT TRUE!!” The laughter at this point is the only audible sound in the booth, Mingyu is holding his belly while Seokmin is on the floor, Hansol is petrified along with Jun and Minghao, and Jeonghan has a smug grin on his face that says, ‘That’s my girl’, like a proud dad.

At some point there’s a loud smack of a glass on the table and all 13 heads turn to Seungkwan, now more than tipsy as he downed three more soju shots under the frowning but snickering look of Seungcheol and Wonwoo. “Oh. Mmy bad.” apologises Kwan. Seeing Seungkwan getting willingly wasted was new, and you seize the opportunity to throw in some teasing. “My my Kwannie, this is odd, what are you so upset about that makes you want to drown yourself in soju?” Sliding back in your seat you stare at him with half lidded eyes, mocking his state, while the others resume teasing Chan who you bet was ready to strip and show the whole table what was in his pants if it wasn’t for Mingyu holding him back. Seungkwan raises his head and looks at you, unfocused eyes and flushed cheeks, “You are the one making me upset.” “And why is that?” you try to ignore the sting in your stomach as you hear it. “You have been ignoring me for the whole night, while you were all over Chan.” He says with a pout. “Are you being jealous now?” you say with a big smile. You see Seungkwan pout harder, turn his head to the side and let out a ‘Hmph!’ that could rival a 5 year old. Laughing you try to win him back, “come on Kwannie, you know that I like you too, right?” “But Chan is getting special treatment…” says Seungkwan in a whisper, to which you ask: “What do you mean?”

He picks up his gaze from the floor and looks straight into your eyes, “You never let me touch you like that.” “Why, you want to touch me Kwannie?”, you say with a little smile. Instead of responding, Seungkwan sways, hard, and you jolt from your seat to get him. “You know that you can only hold that much alcohol, why are you being dumb.” You say and scoff at him, Seungkwan on the other hand is clinging on your shirt trying to steady himself. In an almost scolding tone you add: “Have you even drank some water? Or are you 70% soju now?” to which he only responds with nuzzling his cheek to you side and cling harder. Seungcheol is staring in disbelief, along with Jeonghan and Joshua. “I really can’t believe this guy.” Says the eldest, shaking his head in defeat. While Joshua just scoffs, Jeonghan adds “Kwannie, you really are lucky that you are my favourite.” “What’s up with you three? Are you going to help at least?” You say as you stare at them in disbelief “Nah, I think you can handle him quite well. I’m going to catch some air, you guys coming too?” Joshua and Jeonghan nod and rise from their seats, following Seungcheol out, the others are busy talking about some upcoming events and other stuff.

Scoffing at the trio you turn you attention back to Seungkwan, who is boring his eyes at you. “Hello there.” You say, stroking his hair, to which he smiles wide and responds with a tiny ‘Hi’. One thing for sure, Seungkwan knew he can be adorable, and that he can make you ‘melt like an ice cream in the hot summer sun.’ “Come on Kwannie, you have to drink some water” “Nooo don’t wannaa,” he retorts and resumes nuzzling his face in your belly. You grab a glass and fill it with water, nudging him to let go of you and place it in his hands. “Be good and drink it, you are going to feel like shit after this hangover.” Seungkwan closes his eyes and whines, swaying his head in an attempted ‘no’ motion.

Losing your patience and not wanting to deal with one of his tantrums while you are tipsy, you take the glass from him and cup his face with your hand. “Open your mouth.” With his eyes still closed he obeys and you press the brim to his lips, tilting slightly the glass. Seungkwan eagerly drinks the water, and half glass through, he open his eyes, those big, sweet brown eyes and stares up at you, while still swallowing the water. His gaze is intense, screaming ‘Look at me and me only’ and that makes you hand spasm a bit, tilting a bit to much the glass.

Water is spilling down his chin to his, obviously, white t-shirt, making the fabric cling to his chest. Your breath catches in your throat, and your cheeks pick up some colour. “S-sorry I did not mean to—“. Seungkwan grabs your wrist, lowering it to the table and sets down the half filled glass. Then he licks his lips, and stares back at you.

And then it hits you like a train. You quickly reach for his shot glass and smell it. It’s fucking water. This little shit was faking it the whole time. You look back at him in disbelief, and he is smirking, satisfied as he has never been before. You were blushing, ears too, half of embarrassment half from that smirk that sent a shiver down your spine, and as you were ready to call him out, you hear Jihoon: “Now THAT was hot as hell.”

You turn your head so fast your neck could break and you see the whole room staring at the two of you. At the same time from the other corner, Seungcheol whistles low and you see him and your two sweethearts staring at you, positively shocked. Seungkwan is sporting his best shit eating grin, with no ounce of embarrassment, only pride: “Did you melt baby?”

Oh he did NOT—

You look down at him and flash your most honeyed smile, making his hand on your wrist twitch. “I was surprised,” you chuckled, “you being that obedient is unusual. But I guess you can be a good boy when you really want it.” Now it was his turn to blush, but that smug smile was still there. “I know how to please you if I know that I get a reward.”

Seungkwan was on fire tonight, the lack of your attention sparked a flame of mischief you never had seen until tonight. But you were more stubborn than him, and if he wanted a show, then Mr. Entertainer is going to get one: “Please me? You acted like a brat in front of everyone, just because Chan was getting it instead of you. Are you that desperate for my attention Kwannie?” His eyes tinted with a dark veil, tilting his chin up he simply responded “Yes” and it sounded way too natural. Now that left you speechless. He quickly took the chance to speak again, claiming the stage: “I don’t like it when you let Chan touch you like that,” the hand still on you wrist started to rise up your forearm, tracing soft lines with his fingers. Shivering at his touch you swallow the saliva that has pooled in your mouth, “what did he even do to deserve it? Does he make you warm as I do? Can he make you weak with words like only I do?”

“For fucks sake please don’t drag me into this—” groans Chan. “SHUT UPP” Soonyoung whisper yells at his whining.

Seungkwan’s hand has reached your elbow, and he slowly pulled you down, your face on the same level as his now. Then he is whispering in your ear, low but loud enough to be heard in the stillness of the room. “Do you think he is hungry for you like I am? Can you even want him as much you want me? Because I know what is going on inside your head Y/N, the effect I have on you. And trust me, that it isn’t even remotely close to what you are doing to me.” He is looking in your eyes, his are pitch black, full of lust and adoration. He is leaning in, mouth parted, lips soft and licked wet, and before you can understand what is happening you are already mirroring him, closing your eyes and shortening the gap between you two —

“OUT!! OUT OF HERE YOU TWO HORNDOGS AND GET A FUCKING ROOM!!” screams a bewildered Jeonghan who is being held back by a cackling Seungcheol and Joshua is just staring, too stunned to speak. Reality falls on you like an ice bucket: all the members are holding their breath and boring their eyes on you two. Seungkwan is laughing and before you know it, he’s dragging you out of the room and the restaurant. You faintly hear more screams between Jeonghan and Soonyoung: “Hyung did you really have to?! Now we’ll never know if they are going to kiss-“ “They were ready to fuck on this table without even moving the food!! WHAT MORE CONFIRMATION DO YOU NEED??” “But the bet—!”

You are out of the restaurant and Seungkwan stops abruptly, making you crash into his back. He is waving at a cab, mask and cap already on, and he is turning to put one on you too. Just how well did this man prepare tonight?? “Kwannie wait—” “I know, it’s a mess and is happening too fucking fast, I just couldn’t wait anymore. But please let us get home first.” One cab is finally pulling over, Seungkwan has you pressed close to him, heart hammering in his chest.  Before the driver comes closer, you manage to turn him to the opposite side and pull down your masks, and you finally kiss him.

It’s rushed and ungraceful, but you also could not wait anymore. Seungkwan curses under his breath, frustrated that you two did not have more time. The ride to his apartment has your body trembling with adrenaline, and his stolen touches are not helping you to calm down, but his hands are shaking too. That makes you smile and squeeze his hand, and that is everything Seungkwan needs.

This is my first smut so I'd really appreciate any feedback or constructive criticism! Please let me know if you liked it too! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3 <3 <3

[kiestrokes]

Your thoughts on Seventeen as sex workers and their specialties

Seventeen as Sex Workers | NSFW

💎Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. 💎Genre: headcanon, imagine, smut. 💎Warnings: language?

💎Sexually Explicit Content: this is about sex work, we support sex workers on this blog, if you are not comfortable with that please do not engage with this post. All of these are consented acts, the services are very detailed, and everyone knows what they're getting themselves into (even Gyu).

🗝️Note: I gifted @minttangerines & @minisugakoobies with a preview of the ones I had drunkenly wrote back on Valentines Day. Finally finished the rest.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Coups Grade A, mothering fucking camboy those eyebrows alone have his viewers coming on command. 

Jeonghan This man is a financial dom, that pretty face and scathing looks of disapproval without really getting his hands dirty? (Coups is his number one customer.)

Joshua  Similar to Han he sells his perversely used items to the very (large) freaky crowd of humans on the internet. Is he mildly worried one of his specimens will end up at a crime scene? Yes. 

Jun Ok the only thing I keep coming back to for Jun is a soft core pornstar. Just thinking about the members giggling over his one kiss scene.

Hoshi THE male stripper to end all other stripper's careers, because Hoshi simply loves to dance, and that magnetism really draws a crowd.

Wonwoo Welcome your happy endings massage. 

Woozi Y’all this man makes moaning boy audios on YouTube. And they SELL (in youtube streams that is). He finally collected enough to compile an hour live stream and is showering in the rewards. 

DK Our classy escort for the affluent crowd…that sometimes (always) ends up in an additional service.

Mingyu Gyu is kinda clueless (per usual) he makes his money cuckholding for some of the rich gym couples. But has conflicted feelings about if this is really for him. 

Hao Hallucinogenic tea ceremonies where he brings you to verbal orgasm.

Boo Ahem. Boo is the purest of doms, this man is clean, by the rule book and concise whenever you require his services. This is the safest domming experience you will ever have.

Vernon Listen it had to be someone, he’s our resident feet pic supplier.

Dino How do I properly explain this one? Dino sold himself to a singular client, one who spoils him, and he makes sure to take care of all their needs. The epitome of an amazing partner. The perfect little subby man.

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I think we can all collectively agree that Hoshi has a scratching kink :)

Whether it’s you, digging your nails into his biceps as he bends and breaks you…

Dragging them down his back when he’s fucking you too deep (he couldn’t stop even if you said it hurt. He has to be balls deep in you, to breed you and give you his cubs.)

Nearly puncturing the meat of his ass while your mind is going all blank from being fucked to oblivion, with speeds that surpass normal human limits

Or him, clawing at your thighs with his face buried in your pussy… unable to breathe but loving it (he tells you to focus on your pleasure, he likes a little pain. Clearly.)

Leaving dark red marks down your chest and your stomach as he loses himself in your depths, falling apart with his cock ramming into you

Finally sticking into your back, holding you so so close, tracing your shoulder blades painfully once his hips are stuttering and he’s shaking as he fills you up with his hot cum…

[elllisaaa]

kwon soonyoung

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enjoy !

❃ soaked ft. seokmin [kinktober 2024 - day 26]

-> your parents are away all summer, and you take it upon yourself to invite your two best friends to spend it with you in their big villa. however, seeing you walking around in skimpy bikinis is starting to feel frustrating for soonyoung, and when he shares his misery to seokmin, they decide to act on it. the jacuzzi seems like a perfect excuse to finally get you all for themselves.

HARD HOURS :

hoshi + spit kink

bf!soonyoung

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[xinganhao]

🫶 svt reacts to you saying 'i love you' on accident.

★ prompt: Ot13 reaction to you saying I love you for the first time (possibly kind of by accident) 🥰 c/o anon

ⓘ friends to lovers vibes, flirting, pet names. headcanons under the cut.

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seungcheol tries to take it in stride. really, he does. he's convinced he can be very normal about this, even though it will probably have him preening the whole day. he's always thrived most on words of affirmation, and what's more affirming than the truth?

jeonghan's joking, of course. he knows deep down that your little slip doesn't immediately entail a relationship, but he's definitely intent on going out swinging. the light teasing is an attempt to get you to think about a time where you can freely say 'i love you' to him every day.

there's a fair amount of sincerity in joshua's reaction. his first thought is to make sure that you're okay with it, since he has some idea that you've probably tripped on the words. but give him that leeway and he'll take it in a heartbeat. you've started saying it; he'll never let you hear the end of it.

if junhui manages to feign nonchalance, it's because of his acting prowess. he's smug and giddy, though he's not about to let you know that. he's the type to pull the rug underneath you a couple of days later, right when you've probably forgotten it. "so…" he'll drawl. "how much do you love me, hm?"

to no one's surprise, soonyoung is decisively not chill about it. this is A Big Deal to him! an 'i love you'? something he's wanted to hear for ages? he needs to make sure he's not dreaming. there's the dopiest smile on his face, because you love him. it's the best thing he's heard.

wonwoo's hands are shaking. his throat is suddenly dry, and he's relatively sure his brain has short-circuited. it's— just an offhand thing. at least that's what he tries to convince himself. the reality: he's going to be replaying the words in his head for weeks on end.

it doesn't strike jihoon immediately. maybe it hits him once you're gone; maybe it occurs to him when the moment has already passed. one thing's for sure: he's not going to let it go unanswered. he's a little late, not on time, but that doesn't mean he doesn't mean it. you know that, right?

the words make something bloom and blossom in seokmin's chest. they take root like a promise, and even though he tries not to get ahead of itself, it's hard. he's so, so happy to hear it from you that he'll be walking on clouds for the days to come.

mingyu doesn't hate you. that much is certain. he just hates the power you have over him— how you can upend his entire day with a couple of choice words. he had thought he'd be stronger than this, but here he is. panicking because of 'ily'? god, he can't afford to be in shambles like this.

ever the rational type, minghao will be the type to press, "how do you love me?" he can't afford any missteps, needs to know you're on the same page. if you love him as a friend, then so be it. but if there's a prospect for anything more, even just a minute worth of it… well. he would like to know.

joking about it is a coping mechanism. that's something seungkwan subscribes to, at the very least. it gives him time to gather his wits, this whole keeping-up-a-facade thing. (ask anyone: he had been smiling a little too hard at his phone when your text came in. the eyes never lie.)

rarely is vernon thrown off his game like this. he's not supposed to be melting over a flippant 'ily', and yet here he is— trying (and failing) to be cool about your slip-up. can you blame him? he's wanted you for so long, and the words can be as good as a promise if he really wanted them to be.

you're not playing fair. chan has half a mind to make you suffer, to not give you the satisfaction of a reaction. alas, he's always had a soft spot for you. that extends to unquestioning forgiveness, and reciprocity where it matters. yes, even in accidental confessions.

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[honeyhaeya]

✧.*⑅˖♡On My Command MASTERLIST♡⁠˖⑅*⁠.⁠✧

LAZY EDIT

heya, heya, heya! aeya here!: I jus' want to let yk that requests are now open! Feel free to suggest and I will be writing it, hehehe. —bummer, no one wanna though.

My first ever story & series posted here on Tumblr! Yey! Promoting my Wattpad >w< @muuimihanmal_writes - The link is from Wattpad also posted by me ^^ but dw, if you dont have a Wattpad acc, just check the chapter down below!

On My Command

SEVENTEEN FANFICTION (Series)

AFAB!READER x SEVENTEEN - MNDI GENRE: Mafia, Businesses, Dark Romance, Smut, Gangs, RomCom, Action, Fem!Reader x Mafia!Seventeen, Baddie!Reader x Businessmen!Seventeen Status: ONGOING (stopped until someone convinces me to continue) ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Smut, Kissing, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex (though some have), Mention of Birth Controls, Gunshots, Blood, Fingering, Squirting, Language, Manipulation, Fighting, Action, Pet Names, Size kinks. ♡-Mention of other groups like TXT, EXO, ENHA, G-IDLE, LE SSERA, NCT DREAM, RIIZE (THIS IS A SERIES SO IG I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THAN THESE WARNINGS) - MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK THOSE WITHOUT AGE INDICATOR ON BIO READER IS NAMED LI MEI QIANG!!! >>>> IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST so yeah, ctto. Also, there will be a 1st person POV 'cause I like starting from Y/N's POV at every story I make. Lmao. Enjoy babies. ♡

PREVIEW: YN POV: I had always thought I would live out the rest of my days aging quietly and dying a mundane death. My life seemed devoid of surprises until I turned 23. Suddenly, I found myself entangled with businesses, gangs, and even dangerous mafias. Who could have imagined my life would take such an exhilarating turn? At last, I had something new to experience in my previously dull existence. Now, I could finally put my unique ability to good use-an ability to manipulate, honed by my deep understanding of psychology, in situations that were both serious and thrilling. Would I able to handle this serious turn of events? You're damn right I can.

> CHAPTER 1

tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation, fighting, action

> CHAPTER 2

tags: language, kissing, making out (w/joshujii), persistence

> CHAPTER 3

tags: kidnapping, nonconsent, making out, needles, blood, language, manipulation

> CHAPTER 4

tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation

a/n: sorry guys, i only recently uploaded this story on tumblr so yeah, still working on other chapters (hehe)

do check this story out on wattpad since ive already uploaded a bunch of chapters there (though still unfinished) but yeah, busy with college and stuffs (my damn job) as well so i dont think i can update frequently. PLEASE ENJOY THOUGH

[cherry-hulu]

— Diamond Life : The Series

Summary: 13 in 1. Literally.

Warnings: OT13 x Fem!Reader, Free Use concept, pwp, ++ more. Basically just a lame excuse for me to write free use reader x svt 😥

Note: open for requests 🫣 this post will basically be the m. list for the series:)

Unfortunately, no matter what, men will be men. It's no surprise that sex talks was a norm within a group of 13 men. From watching porn, to talking about their experience with sex and kinks, there truly was nothing to hide between them.

They've seen each other's all. The good and bad. The soft and hard. Have even indulged in a few cuckold moments with one or two.

The idea of free use was first introduced over a monthly meeting hosted by Dokyeom. The boys were drunk out of their minds, none of them was sober and was clearly not in the right way of thinking resorting them to using their dicks instead of their brain.

Soonyoung planted the seed, mentioning it when the topic of fantasies and weird kinks was brought up. Apparently Vernon had a spit kink, Wonwoo had a thing for asphyxiation, Jun was into food play, and Soonyoung was into free use— what the fuck was free use?

According to Soonyoung's very slobbered and barely coherent words, it was when someone was 24/7 available for sex. Almost as if it was reduced to a hole, ready for fucking any time at any moment.

It was a too good to be true fantasy. The boys knew it would be nearly impossible to happen, to find someone so willing for sex and to have it at any moment. But it didn't stopped the scenarios from pouring into their head, blood rushing to their cocks.

The thought of just being able to come up to someone and just be able to slide their dick in without any ministry and no mind to their situation was hot as fuck.

Mingyu then watered it, saying "What if we all had someone we can pass around, one against thirteen, imagine how full she can get." And boy did that made their imagination run wild.

Seungcheol fertilized it saying "I mean, our 10th year anniversary is coming around. Doyun hyung did say that he'd give us anything we ask as long as there's an agreement.."

And Doyun — made it bloom.

[ 01 | After Hours ] . . . Scoups x Reader x Wonwoo — Sex, overstimulation, and aftercare. What a way to come home fron work.

[ 02 | Friendly Feud ] . . . Mingyu x Reader x Wonwoo — Jealous and possesive minwon

[ 03 | Accelerando! ] . . . Woozi x Reader x Shua x The8 — Everyone at the studio was working hard, and you weren't limited to it.

[ 04 | First things first ] . . . Hoshi x Reader x Jun

[ 05 | Release ] . . . Seungkwan x Reader x Chan

[minniesfiles]

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Soonyoung loves his idol life, no matter how exhausting it gets, but the joy of coming back home to you was a different kind of happiness.

❧ PAIRING; soonyoung x reader

❧ GENRE; hurt/comfort, fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, idol soonyoung, hurt/comfort, long distance relationship, fluff

❧ WORDCOUNT; 4.4k

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13 OCTOBER 2022

Soonyoung loved being part of SEVENTEEN. That part never changed, no matter how heavy the days got. The years of blood, sweat, and tears he poured into dancing, singing, rehearsing until his body screamed for rest — he didn’t regret any of it. All the effort shaped him. It forged unbreakable bonds with his members and brought them closer to fans across the world. The love they received was overwhelming at times, but it was real. And Soonyoung loved them back just as much.

Still, there were days when even love wasn’t enough to keep the exhaustion at bay.

Lately, everything felt heavier. The amount of cities, performances, press, and short moments of sleep was starting to wear him down. He hadn’t been home in months. He didn’t see you in just as long.

And that was the part that hurt most.

He sat on the floor of the empty practice room, legs stretched out and back pressed against the cold mirror. The only light in the room came from the glow of his phone which was propped up on a water bottle in front of him. You were on the screen, curled up in bed with your face puffy and eyes red from crying. Soonyoung couldn’t word how much his chest ached at the sight.

“I miss you so much,” you whispered.

Soonyoung pressed his lips together, his jaw tightening as your voice cracked.

“It’s like I haven’t seen you in years,” you said, voice trembling, “and it hurts so fucking bad.”

He closed his eyes for a second, letting your words sink in, and forced himself not to cry. Not in front of you. You were already hurting. He had to stay strong. But God, did it hurt. Your voice sounded like a knife to the ribs.

“I know,” he finally said, voice low. “I miss you too. So much.”

Silence lingered. Not an awkward kind, but one that screamed louder than words. The one that felt like goodbye even when it’s not.

Soonyoung ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair. Practice ended hours ago, but he didn’t leave. He didn’t want to go back to the hotel room. He didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts. He didn’t want to keep pretending everything was fine.

“I hate this,” you said, your voice smaller now.

“I know what you signed up for, I know how much this means to you. But sometimes I just…I feel so far away from you. Like I’m not even part of your life anymore.”

That broke him.

“You are,” he said quickly, almost desperately.

“You’re the biggest part of it. Every time I walk on stage, every time I smile for a camera, I’m thinking of you baby. I swear.”

You looked away, wiping your cheek with your sleeve.

“I believe you,” you said. “It’s just…hard.”

He nodded, even though you weren’t looking. He knew exactly what you meant. The late-night calls that got dropped because of bad scheduling, the time zone differences, the missed anniversaries, the ‘I love yous’ sent through texts instead of kisses.

It was hard. It was brutal.

“I think about you all the time,” he said.

“When I’m on the plane, when I’m backstage, when I’m in bed and I can’t sleep…I replay our memories in my head just so I can hear your laugh.”

You laughed, but it was soft and tired. “That’s cheesy.”

“I know,” he said with a half-smile. “But it’s true.”

He looked around the practice room. The mirrors reflected a ghostly, drained version of him. Practice rooms had always been a little safe space for Soonyoung, an escape from reality. Now, it just reminded him of how much time he had lost. Time he could’ve spent with you.

“After the next leg of the tour,” he said suddenly, “I’m coming home. Even if it’s just for a few days. I need to see you. I need to feel like myself again.”

“You promise?” you asked.

“I swear.”

There was another long silence, but this one felt different. Softer.

“I don’t need grand gestures,” you whispered.

“I just want you. Sitting on the sofa next to me. Having a movie marathon like we always do. You and Latte falling asleep with your heads in my lap. I want the simple stuff.”

Soonyoung’s eyes stung. He blinked hard.

“I want that too,” he said. “More than anything.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees while the phone still glowed in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” he added, voice cracking. “I know this isn’t fair to you.”

You shook your head. “It’s not about fair. It’s just about love. And I love you enough to wait. I just need to know you’re coming back.”

“I am,” he said. “I’m always coming back to you.”

Your smile was tired, but real. And for the first time in weeks, it felt like you were both breathing again.

“Okay,” you said.

There was a comfortable silence afterwards. Soonyoung gave you the gentlest smile that made your heart flutter and ache all at once. You could tell he was trying to be strong — for you, for himself — but his eyes gave everything away.

“You know, Latte misses you just as much as I do,” you said as you shifted on your bed with your fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve.

Your boyfriend’s smile widened a little at the mention of your shared dog, really. The little bundle of energy Soonyoung insisted on naming “Latte” after his favorite drink rather than the colour of his fur.

Soonyoung’s eyes softened. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “He keeps whining in the middle of the night by the front door. Just sits there and waits. Sometimes he scratches at it like he thinks you’ll walk through any second.”

You let out a light giggle, but it came with a lump in your throat. Soonyoung leaned his head back against the mirror and sighed, clearly trying not to cry.

“I miss him too,” he said quietly. “I miss everything. You. Home. The dumb jingles we sing when we feed him.”

Your chest tightened. “He still does that little spin when I say ‘snack time.’ Like you taught him.”

That made Soonyoung laugh, and for a moment, the heaviness between you both lifted.

“I’ll be back home soon,” he whispered. “I promise.” And even though promises didn’t make the distance hurt less, somehow, that one helped.

“Hmm” you hummed, “I can’t wait.”

Soonyoung stayed on the call even after you fell asleep. He watched your chest rise and fall, the faint noise of your breathing being the only sound in the empty room. He didn’t move, nor did he blink much. He just sat there with the phone in front of him and all the things he couldn’t say stuck in his throat.

He wanted to tell you how he replayed your last hug in his head every night. How he had a photo of you tucked inside his phone case, hidden so no one would see. How every love song on stage felt like a lie unless he imagined you in the crowd.

But those words could wait.

For now, just watching you sleep gave him enough peace to get through one more day.

And maybe that was enough. For now.

30 DECEMBER 2022

Soonyoung felt off the moment he stepped back onto the Korean soil. Not in a bad way — just…different. Like his body knew where it was, but his mind didn’t catch up yet. It had been nearly eight months since they left for the world tour back in May, and now here he was again, standing in the place he longed for night after night, in hotel rooms and backstage dressing areas and long-haul flights that blurred into each other.

His boots hit the ground with a soft thud as he walked down the private ramp. The cold winter air hit him hard. His mask was up and his cap pulled low. His manager walked a step ahead as he quietly ushered him and the rest of the members through a side exit. No press. No fans. No chaos.

Just quiet.

Exactly what he asked for.

The tour had been good — amazing, even. Performing in cities they hadn’t visited in years, meeting fans from different parts of the world, seeing tears, hearing chants in languages he didn’t even speak. That was the dream. And he was living it.

But dreams still drained him. His muscles ached from dancing nonstop, and his voice was still a little hoarse from the last encore. His soul felt stretched thin.

Soonyoung loved being on stage. But damn, he missed being still.

His mind raced as he walked through the corridors of the private terminal. What was it now — December thirtieth? One day away from the new year. The thought of starting a new year back in his own country, in his own bed, and with you? That was the only thing keeping him upright at this point.

You didn’t know he was coming back. In fact, he didn’t tell you on purpose.

There were too many delays and too many last-minute changes with the schedule. He didn’t want to risk getting your hopes up. Plus, part of him liked the idea of surprising you. He wanted to knock on the door after months apart and see the shock on your face morph into joy.

He could already imagine it. The way your eyes would widen when you saw him, the little breath you’d take before you smiled, the way your hands would fly to your mouth in disbelief before you pulled him in like you never wanted to let go again.

Just the thought of it had his heart pounding harder than any concert adrenaline ever had.

As the vans rolled away from the airport, each member heading off to their own quiet reunions, Soonyoung sat in the backseat of his own vehicle, head leaned against the cold window. The city lights flickered past, a blur of neon and car horns, but he wasn’t really looking at any of it.

He was thinking of you.

What were you doing right now?

Curled up in bed?

Watching some late-night drama, wrapped in a blanket with Latte snuggled beside you?

Were you thinking of him too and counting the days until he’d return — unaware that today was that day?

His anticipation grew with every turn the car made and every block that brought him closer to you. He went over this moment a thousand times in his head during the tour. When homesickness hit hard, when the stage lights dimmed and the silence afterward felt louder than anything.

And now, it was finally happening.

He checked his phone. No new messages from you, which was perfect. You still had no idea.

He glanced at the passenger seat, where a small paper bag sat. Inside was your favorite pastry from Tokyo — a cream bun from that bakery you loved. He remembered you mentioning it during a call. Soonyoung went out of his way to wake up an hour earlier before he flew back to grab it. He wasn’t coming home empty-handed.

When the car finally pulled onto his street, his stomach twisted in the best way. He sat up straighter as his eyes scanned the familiar buildings.

The driver looked at him through the rearview mirror, “this is it?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Soonyoung said, voice low. “Right here’s good.”

He got out and slung his bag over one shoulder before grabbing the pastry bag. The street was quiet, just past midnight now. There was a thin layer of frost that dusted the sidewalk. He adjusted his hoodie and walked up the steps to the door.

His breath clouded in the cold, and his fingers were stiff as he reached for the keypad, before punching in the code you both shared.

The door clicked open. And the moment he stepped in, his heart eased. It was warm and familiar, just like he remembered

He took his shoes off and walked in more quietly, and the smell of your fabric softener already pulled at his chest. Latte’s small barks echoed from the hallway seconds later, followed by the scrabble of tiny paws against the floor. The little dog bolted around the corner and froze mid-step when he saw Soonyoung.

“Hey buddy,” he whispered, crouching down.

Latte barked again, tail wagging violently as he launched himself at Soonyoung, circling him, whining, jumping — completely losing his mind. Soonyoung couldn’t help the smile that cracked across his face.

“Shhh, you’re gonna wake her—”

Too late.

From down the hall, you emerged with bleary-eyes and confusion. You were wrapped in a blanket, while your hair was messy from sleep.

As soon as your eyes locked onto the figure crouched in the entryway, you froze.

Soonyoung stood up slowly. And just like that, the world stopped.

Your eyes welled instantly, and your lips parted in disbelief. “You’re…”

“I’m home,” he whispered as he stepped forward.

You didn’t say another word. You just ran to him. The blanket fell from your shoulders, and your arms wrapped around his neck like you were afraid he’d vanish if you let go.

He caught you with both arms, holding you so tight it almost hurt. But neither of you cared.

It wasn’t long before Soonyoung heard it. That first muffled sob.

It broke the quiet like a crack in glass. You tried to hold it in. You tried to stay composed, but the second your face buried deeper into his chest, it all came loose.

They weren’t like the soft cries he grew used to hearing during video-calls. This was different. You were crying out loud now, the kind of cry that came from deep in your chest, raw and unstoppable.

You held onto him like gravity had let go, and he was the only thing keeping you at bay. Your fingers gripped the fabric of his hoodie tightly, knuckles white and nails digging in slightly as if you had to remind yourself that he was really there.

The more you cried, the tighter you held on. And the tighter you held on, the louder it got. And those sobs echoed off the walls of your apartment, you weren’t holding back at all. It wasn’t pretty or graceful, but Soonyoung never saw anything more honest.

Latte, completely unaware of what was happening, kept bouncing around your legs. He was barking and jumping, desperately trying to wedge himself into the moment. His small tail wagged furiously while his nails tapped against the floor, whining for attention. He couldn’t understand what was going on, he just knew his favourite humans were finally back in the same room again.

Soonyoung blinked fast, trying to stay composed. But then you let out a broken, gasping sound, and that was it. His own tears pushed through.

He dropped his bag to the floor and wrapped both arms around you firmly, almost protectively, pulling you in until there wasn’t a sliver of space between your bodies. He pressed a kiss to your temple and rested his chin on the crown of your head, breathing you in like you were the only oxygen he had.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” he whispered, his voice trembling as he said it.

But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

The tears came with everything you pushed down over the last eight months. Every night you spent alone, every concert photo you scrolled through with a bittersweet smile, every message left on read because he was too exhausted to reply. You didn’t even realise how much you bottled up until he was here, holding you, and suddenly the dam inside you broke.

You were happy.

You were relieved.

You were overwhelmed in a way that words couldn’t quite capture.

It was like every version of yourself that you were during his absence was finally collapsing into the one version of you that mattered — this one, the one who got to feel him breathe again, and got to feel his heartbeat sync with yours in real time.

And Soonyoung? He felt it all.

Every shake of your shoulders, every sob, every desperate inhale — it tore at him, but not in a painful way. It was reassuring. It reminded him just how much he mattered to you, how real this was, and how deep it ran.

He rocked you slowly, side to side, like he was trying to soothe both of you. “I’m here now. I’m home, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded, face still buried in his chest. You didn’t have the strength to speak yet.

“I missed you,” he added softly. “I thought about this moment a thousand times. But nothing compares to holding you again.”

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. Your eyes were red and puffy, your cheeks damp, your lips quivering — but he never saw you more beautiful.

You suddenly laughed, but it was broken — half a sob, half a breath. “You really surprised me.”

He smiled, tear-streaked but full of love. “Good. That was the plan.”

You leaned your forehead against his, both of you breathing heavily now, both blinking through tears. “God, I missed you so much” you let out a deep breath.

“Me too baby, me too” Soonyoung replied, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

Latte, still being the persistent little ball of energy that he was, pawed at Soonyoung’s leg and let out a dramatic whine. You both looked down at him, then back at each other. And for the first time that night, you both laughed. A real one.

Soonyoung crouched down and scooped Latte up, holding him in one arm while still keeping the other around you. “Hey, I missed you too little guy,” he said, rubbing the dog’s ears.

Latte immediately licked his cheek as he wagged his tail like crazy. You shook your head, wiping your eyes again as you watched the reunion unfold. The warmth in your chest was spreading now, slowly overtaking the ache that was present for so long.

“Come on,” you said softly. “Let’s get out of the hallway.”

Soonyoung followed you inside and set Latte down. You took his bag without a word and placed it near the door. Then you turned back to him and opened your arms again.

“I need to keep hugging you,” you said simply.

He didn’t hesitate.

You stood in the middle of your house tangled in each other once again while the outside world was forgotten. The city could’ve been on fire and neither of you would’ve noticed.

This was your reunion. Messy. Loud. Beautiful. And it was exactly what both of you needed. No perfect script. No cinematic music. Just tears and laughter.

“I love you” Soonyoung whispered.

And for the first time in months, when you said it back, he got to hear it with his own ears. Not through a screen. Not as a message left unread until after rehearsal.

He held you like he would never let go again.

31 DECEMBER 2022 — 9:50 p.m.

“Babe!” you whined, craning your neck from the dining room towards the kitchen.

“Hurry before Latte jumps on the table and eats all the food!”

There was a clatter of something, probably a spoon, followed by the unmistakable sound of Soonyoung letting out an exaggerated sigh.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! He’s not that fast!” he let out.

You heard the shuffle of his slippers as he finally moved, taking his sweet time as usual. Soonyoung spent nearly the whole day preparing a spicy beef stew dish that he swore you’d love compared to the other dishes prepared. And honestly, you couldn’t wait to try it.

Your stomach growled, and you lightly kicked your foot under the table, impatient.

You glanced at the spread of different food in front of you and smiled. It looked fuller than it had in months. Some were recipes you both found online and tried to replicate over video calls. Others were comfort meals that both of you made whenever either of you were sad, sick, or just in need of something warm.

Now, they all sat in front of you again, in person.

Latte let out a soft bark and pawed at the leg of a chair. He already tried twice to get onto the table. You could see the intent in his eyes, he was waiting for the one second you weren’t looking to make his move.

“Latte!” you warned.

The dog dropped into a guilty sit, head tilted as if to say what? I wasn’t doing anything.

You were about to get up and go into the kitchen yourself when Soonyoung finally appeared in the doorway, holding the dish like it was some sort of trophy. He wore a goofy grin and an apron that read ‘Yes, Chef’, which had a faint stain of chili paste on the front.

He looked proud, and so happy.

“I present to you,” he said with mock grandeur, “the best spicy beef stew in all of Korea.”

You raised your brows. “That’s a bold claim.”

He set the dish down in the center of the table, careful not to burn his hands. “Well, let’s see if you still think that after you try it.”

You clapped lightly. “Finally. My stomach was about to give up on me.”

He walked around to you and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of your head. “Sorry, Chef Hoshi was in the zone.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned into the kiss. “Well, Chef Hoshi better sit his butt down before the dog eats his masterpiece.”

The two of you finally took your seats. You didn’t need to toast or make a speech, because your eyes did that for you. They said I’m glad we made it. They said I missed this. They said You’re here. You’re safe. You’re mine again.

“So,” Soonyoung said as he picked up his spoon, “last meal of the year. Anything you want to say before we dig in?”

You smirked. “Yes. If this stew sucks, I’m ordering fried chicken.”

He gasped dramatically. “You wound me!”

You both burst into laughter soon after, and finally, the eating began. First bites turned into second servings. He kept watching your expression as you ate, trying to gauge if you genuinely liked it. You kept exaggerating your reactions just to mess with him, dramatically clutching your chest, pretending to faint, moaning like it was the best thing you ever ate.

He played along, pretending to bow. “Thank you, thank you. I’d like to thank the Academy, my sous-chef Latte, and the eighty-seven YouTube tutorials I watched.”

Midway through dinner, the conversation quieted into something softer. You talked about the tour — what he loved, what he hated, which cities he wanted to take you to one day. He told you stories that didn’t make it to the phone calls, like silly things his members did and moments on stage where he thought of you.

You listened, with your chin resting in your hand, smiling as he spoke with his entire face lit up. This was your favourite version of him. Not the performer in front of thousands, nor the man on posters or in interviews.

Just Soonyoung. Just yours.

“And then,” he was saying between bites, “I tripped over a mic cord in front of like, five thousand people. Almost broke my nose.”

You snorted. “Did you recover like a pro?”

“Nope,” he grinned, “I laughed and bowed.”

“Classic.”

After the plates were mostly empty and Latte had finally been given a few small treats to calm down, Soonyoung stood up to take the dishes to the sink. You followed him, and the two of you danced around each other in the kitchen, bumping hips while rinsing plates and sneaking kisses. It was mundane, but to you, it felt like magic. The simplicity of it all. It was exactly what you were craving for.

Once everything was cleaned up and the clock crept closer to midnight, you both made your way to the living room. The lights were dim while the fairy lights twinkled faintly around the windows, and the television played a countdown show in the background.

You curled up on the couch with your legs tangled under a shared blanket, while Latte was fast asleep at your feet.

Soonyoung looked over at you, brushing your hair behind your ear. “This is the best New Year’s Eve I’ve had in a long time.”

You smiled. “Better than performing in Times Square?”

“Way better,” he said instantly. “Times Square doesn’t have you.”

You nudged him playfully. “You’re getting cheesy again.”

He laughed. “I’ve earned it.”

As the countdown reached its final minute, you both sat up slightly, watching the numbers tick down. You felt his hand reach for yours, fingers lacing with yours naturally.

10…

9…

8…

You turned to look at him, and he was already looking at you.

7…

6…

5…

“Thank you,” you whispered, feeling your eyes well up.

4…

3…

“For what?” he whispered back.

2…

“For coming home to me.”

1…

And as the room erupted in cheers from the television and fireworks burst faintly outside, he leaned in and kissed you. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world to remind you he was really here. His hand settled behind your neck while his thumb gently stroked your skin, grounding you in the moment.

You responded without thinking, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Months of longing poured into that single kiss. Every missed moment and every night spent apart, it all lived in that kiss now.

And when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath a little shaky. .

“I love you,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear over the fireworks outside.

You smiled, your eyes damp, your heart steady. “I love you more.”

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t perfect. There were leftover dishes in the sink that both of you gave up washing, a dog snoring at your feet, and leftover stew on the stove.

But it was real.

And that was enough.

a/n; I was screaming while writing this!!! I want to experience bf hoshi

[joshujin]

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soonyoung has been pulling away from you for weeks now. it seems that tonight is the night he wipes his hands clean of you.

♫ darl+ing svt pairing: soonyoung x fem!reader word count: 8.7k tags: best friends to lovers, idiots in love, a bit of miscommunication, angst for like one second, happy ending cw: smut — unprotected piv (v irresponsible piv don’t be like these two); reader loses virginity; spit; oral f. receiving; fingering; sy likes the idea of people hearing them fucking but no one actually hears them; just really vanilla, really soft, really mushy smut tbh, vanilla pudding smut if you will lol a/n: for the biggest-brained, funniest, most talented kae – i hope you like it <3 if you don't, just lie to me <3 • i know the request didn't include smut, but this one truly TRULY got away from me (as you can tell from this monstrous word count lol), and it kinda just wrote itself, smut included. i did mark where the scene starts and ends in case anyone doesn’t want to read it, but that's a courtesy to adults uninterested in reading explicit material. if you're a minor, pls scroll away

you look around, grinning widely as everyone sings to you. the lights are turned off in soonyoung’s apartment, the light from the thirty candles on your cake more than enough to illuminate your face. you meet each of your friends' eyes, your heart so full of love as you look at each of them.

you leave the person you want to look at most for last. finally, you meet soonyoung’s gaze. you don't mean to, but you feel your smile immediately falter.

he’s singing, but you can barely hear his voice—already uncharacteristic of him on its own. he's spent every, single one of your birthdays since you've met obnoxiously scream-singing, arms usually wrapped tightly around your neck as he bent over you, caging you in from behind. whether it was in front of a party of people (like tonight) or just you two, he was always singing like the fate of your year relied on how loud he was in those first few moments of it.

he'd always press his cheek against yours, swinging you both back and forth to a beat only you two could hear. then, after the singing was over, and after you made your wish, he would press a kiss to your temple, wish you a happy birthday once more, and he would be the first person in your life to tell you they loved you in your new age.

so this silence is painfully loud. on top of that, he also doesn’t smile back at you, a faraway look in his eyes as he mindlessly sings. it’s like you’re not even there. it’s like he’s singing to an empty seat in front of a cake that definitely counted as a fire hazard.

things with soonyoung have been weird for the last several weeks. if you were being honest, things have been hard. you, of course, continuously asked what was wrong, and he, of course, denied anything was wrong. but the writing was on the wall: he dodged your calls, rescheduled hangouts over and over until plans just completely fell through, and hardly texted back anymore. it was clear to anyone with a pulse that he was avoiding you.

and when he finally invited you over tonight to blow out your candles, and you walked in, completely surprised to find your friends all gathered to celebrate you, you thought, oh, that's what was wrong. he was just planning to surprise me

you thought the awkwardness and flighty behavior was over. the surprise went well, he kept everything a secret—didn't spoil anything—and you were grateful. but here you two were, looking at each other from across the room like you were strangers. and you weren't strangers. kwon soonyoung is the most important person in your life. he's your best friend. and you're so achingly, painfully in love with him, this distance feels like it's slowly peeling every layer of you away and letting it disintegrate into thin air.

when everyone finishes singing, you clear your throat and try to force the smile back onto your face. you lean forward, careful to keep your hair from catching any of the candles, and you close your eyes to make a wish—the same one you've been making every year for the past decade you've known soonyoung.

i wish for the courage to love soonyoung loudly.

you open your eyes and you blow hard, cheeks burning when the absurd amount of flames won't go out. people giggle, and when you stop to take a huge breath, fanning your face from the effort, seokmin and seungkwan both laugh and lean in to help. the three of you get the job done, and they immediately put you to work cutting your cake while they help plate and distribute.

you lose track of soonyoung while on cake duty, and by the time everyone has a slice, any appetite you had for dessert is completely gone. you sink back into the seat you were in while everyone was singing, and you breathe shakily, trying your best not to cry at your own party.

did you do something? is he just getting tired of you? or can he tell that your feelings extend past friendship? after 10 years, did he finally realize? is this his way of letting you down without having to really do it?

you can't help when your eyes start to well with tears. you notice someone starting to look a little too closely at you from your peripheral—probably joshua, the most observant of your friends—so you abruptly get up, blushing when the chair almost falls over behind you. you go to the only place you know you'll be left alone in this huge apartment. it's the one place soonyoung doesn't let any of his guests go, except for you.

you all but barrel into his bedroom, quickly closing the door behind you and leaning against it. you made it just in time for your tears to start flowing.

soonyoung's room looks different from the last time you saw it. he’s a generally tidy person; of the two of you, you’re the messy one. right now, the state of his room feels like a reflection of your thoughts and feelings: disheveled, chaotic, and messy. he has clothes, both clean and used, strewn all over the place—the bed, the floor, his corner chair. drawers are thrown open, their contents very clearly rummaged through. he has a pile of empty water bottles in the corner, and his nightstand is so littered with random stuff, he has no room to even set a phone down. it astounds you enough that you momentarily stop crying.

you wipe your tears away, frowning at everything that has managed to change in the weeks leading up to your 30th birthday. this was not the way you wanted to start the new decade.

you hear a muffled cough and you're panicked to realize that soonyoung had the same idea you did. he's outside on the balcony attached to his bedroom, leaning up against the railing and looking out into the black night. he hasn't noticed that anyone has entered his room, and you're about to leave when something stops you.

"you're 30 now for god's sake," you mutter. "get a fucking grip."

you're tired of wishing for the same thing every year—wishing for something that isn't even out of your grasp because you could just decide to be brave. and instead of choosing to do that, you spent the last 10 years cowering behind the excuse that you desperately needed soonyoung in your life however he would take you, even if that’s just as his friend.

but if you're losing him now anyway, you might as well lose him for the reason you feared you would for the last decade.

you turn away from where you were about to escape back into the party, and you're joining your best friend outside before you can think twice.

he startles a little, briefly glancing at you, but when he realizes who it is, he simply looks back into the night. it hurts more than just being told to go away—to be ignored like this.

"what are you doing?"

"just needed some air," he answers quietly.

"no," you say, willing your voice to stay steady even though your eyes are already filling with tears again. "what are you doing? why are you ignoring me? why are you avoiding me?" you pause, taking a deep breath. "why are you acting like i'm not your best friend?"

soonyoung lives near the damn top of his pretentiously tall apartment building, and the wind is cold and biting up here, especially with how short your dress is. it doesn't compare to what he says next.

"because you're not." he says it the way he would say that he's having a good day. or that work was tiring. or that he wants to order food delivery. he says it like it's not something that has the power to kill you. “at least, i don’t want you to be.”

"what are you saying?"

you don't hear it, but from the way his shoulders dip, you can tell soonyoung sighs deeply. and it looks so sad and so spent, you have trouble grasping that you could possibly be the cause of whatever this is that's eating at him.

"what are you saying, soonyoung?" you ask more forcefully, unable to keep the tears out of your voice this time. if he was going to end your friendship, he was going to have the balls to say it to your face. you aren't leaving until you're forced to.

he turns away from the railing, pressing his back against it to face you. he slips his hands into his pockets and stares down at the floor. his eyes are just as red-rimmed as you imagine yours are, and you hate—you hate that your first instinct is to ask him what's wrong. to hold him and comfort him when he's the one who's telling you he no longer wants to be friends.

"do you remember your 23rd birthday?" he asks, voice gravely with emotion, as if he’s spent the entirety of the last few weeks crying. your chest hurts. maybe he has.

you turned 23 in the philippines. soonyoung has always had more money than he knew what to do with, and he has always been uncomfortably generous with it—at least when it came to you. and that year, he surprised you with a month-long trip that ended the weekend of your birthday, where you both found yourselves on a beach in siquijor, sharing an alcoholic mango smoothie and a small ube cake that soonyoung had gotten for you.

you knew you loved him long before then, but you remember that birthday being one of your most miserable, solely because it was the best. and it was what you wanted with soonyoung, but you could only have it as his best friend. you had never felt so loved and so lonely at the same time.

"siquijor. what about it?" you ask, a little irritated. if you were going to have your heart stomped on the moment you turned 30, you'd rather he just get on with it.

soonyoung smiles for the first time tonight, but you hate it. it's half-assed, sad—and not just sad, but nostalgic sad—and it's being wasted on the floor.

"do you remember why you cried that morning?"

he uses the term morning loosely. it was 4 a.m., so yes, morning, but also no, not morning because you had both stayed up all night. and unfortunately, he had gotten you several more alcoholic drinks before the bar closed, and you were all but blacked out by 2 a.m. you only know that because your last selfie on your phone was time stamped just before two.

you wouldn't have believed him when he insisted you were conscious that entire time if he hadn't shown you videos of you passionately trying to convince him that in another life, he could've been a k-pop idol.

you hardly believe him now because you don't remember crying at all. and he certainly never told you that you had.

"i..." you don't know what to say.

"you don't," he confirms, sounding bitter. "it's okay. i had a feeling you didn't."

you frown, eyes falling to the spot on the floor you're sure is the same one he's been staring at. you don't realize you're shivering as violently as you are until you see soonyoung's feet step into your line of vision, his jacket slipping across your shoulders.

large hands carefully adjust the jacket around your neck and when they're done, they gently grip the lapel and hang there, dead weight against your sternum. you dare to look up and find that he still refuses to look you in the eye, instead staring at his own hands.

the wind isn't what's making you shake, and the jacket doesn't help it stop.

"you said you were lonely," he informs you quietly. he sounds as choked up as you feel, like you're both battling the same stubborn knot in your throat. "you told me that this was everything you could have ever wanted—that you were so happy and it was the best month of your life. and you told me..." he breathes deeply and sniffles before continuing. you look up and watch his eyes fill with tears. "you told me you just wish you were experiencing it with someone you were in love with instead."

you involuntarily let out a strangled noise, feeling like that knot is suddenly demanding to be let out. “i—what?”

there’s that horrible smile again. “i tried not to let it hurt me,” he admits. “i tried to be a good sport. you were drunk, you were sad about never having had a boyfriend, and i know you weren’t trying to hurt me.”

your stomach turns painfully and you’re glad you didn’t have cake, otherwise it might’ve been regurgitated all over soonyoung by now.

you never had a lack of suitors or options; you just knew it would be impossible to look at anyone else, let alone be in love with them, while you were so preoccupied with your best friend. until now, you still haven’t ever had a boyfriend, still haven’t even had your first kiss, still haven’t felt what it’s like to have someone tell you “i love you” romantically.

soonyoung takes a watery breath, lips trembling, as the first of his tears begin to streak his cheeks. “but it hurt,” he can’t speak above a whisper. “it hurt more than anything i’ve ever felt, y/n.”

your hands close over his, more out of instinct than anything else, and you hold them like it’s the only thing that will keep him from running out of your life. you hate that, among all the warring emotions inside you, you suddenly feel hope blooming over everything. saying that only would’ve hurt soonyoung if he wanted to be the person you were in love with. right?

“soonyoung.” his name comes out of your mouth with sharp, desperate edges around it. “that’s not what i meant. i—”

“it’s okay, i’ve had time to—”

“but if you would just let me ex—”

“there’s nothing to explain,” he says quietly, finally, finally meeting your gaze. “i stayed around, didn’t i?”

the question shuts you up. or maybe it’s the way his eyes are swimming with pain you realized he’s been harboring for much longer than the last few weeks.

“i stayed for seven more years. if i needed you to explain, i would’ve asked the second you woke up sober.”

your hope deflates. the way he says the number of years makes it sound like that’s all it will ever be now. seven years. the last birthday he’ll be sticking around for.

“only seven?” you ask quietly.

you feel his fists tighten around the fabric of his own jacket briefly before his hands slip away from under you, retreating back into his pockets. you feel so cold.

he doesn’t answer, and that feels like an answer in itself. “instead of throwing myself a pity party, i decided i’d wait until your 30th birthday,” he tells you. “i didn’t mind spending all of my 20s pining after my best friend.”

your heart leaps into your throat.

“i didn’t mind waiting seven more years to see if you would ever return my feelings,” he says, voice shakier and shakier as he continues. “my friends, they told me i was insane for letting my 20s go to waste like that. but to me… if i still got to be around you, still give you experiences and love that made you feel like that’s what you deserved from someone you actually were in love with, then… i can’t see the issue in that. i’d happily wait seven more years. because even if it was seven years of the same longing—and even if it was seven years leading to nothing more, it was still seven years of me being able to show you how well i could… how well i could love you. how much i do love you.”

it strikes you then that the way soonyoung looks at you isn’t a way that anybody has ever looked at you. you used to think it was the delusion of being in love with him—that your brain was tricking you into thinking he felt a certain way about you because that would be convenient for you. but standing here, pinned down by his gaze, you have no choice but to accept that it was clearly in front of you this whole time.

“soonie—”

he keeps going like if he lets you speak, he won’t ever be able to muster up the courage to say this again, and you realize you both did waste your 20s. you wasted it being afraid of just telling each other how you felt. the fact that you could’ve had soonyoung the way you’ve always wanted since you were 23 devastates you.

“but i told myself… while you slept in my lap on that beach in siquijor, that if by the time you turned 30, we still hadn’t moved past… this…” he looks away again, opting to stare at something over your head. “then, i wouldn’t spend my 30s torturing myself anymore. i’d let you go.”

“i don’t want you to let me go!” you practically shriek. he flinches at the sudden outburst, his eyes snapping back down to you. “i don’t want you to let me go, you stupid idiot!” you repeat. “if that’s what you’ve been doing the last, few weeks, ‘letting me go’—” you make exaggerated air quotes out of your fingers, clearly agitated. “—then knock it off!”

“wh—” he makes a disgruntled noise as you slap him in the chest.

“what i meant to tell you, it came out wrong. i didn’t even mean to tell you anything, but if drunk me outed me like that, i need you to know that’s not what i meant.”

all the words he kept cutting off tonight tumble out of you quickly and freely now.

“i was lonely. i was really lonely, and yes, it was because i enjoyed that vacation so much and yes, it was because i wished i could have it with someone i was in love with, but i was having it with someone i was in love with!”

his body stiffens and his eyes widen but you don’t stop.

“i just meant i wanted it to mean more for both of us,” you explain desperately. “i wanted to be on vacation with you—but you as my boyfriend! not you as my best friend! there’s no one else i would’ve wanted to be with, soonyoung!”

you feel tears on your skin now, and you try to speak even faster because you know you’re on borrowed time before you devolve into a mess of sobs that won’t let you explain anything.

“do you think i’ve been single our entire friendship for fun?! do you think it’s fun being the 30-year-old virgin who’s never even kissed anyone?! because it’s not!” you screech through tears. you can’t even muster up the energy to be mortified at how horrible you must look right now. “but i didn’t want anyone else! i wanted you! you waited seven years, but i waited ten! TEN, soonyoung! do you—”

his lips are on yours.

your mind is quiet.

the wind isn’t cold.

you taste champagne and salt.

soonyoung holds your face gently, thumb caressing your cheeks while his long fingers slide into your hair. you’ve imagined how he must kiss a million times in your head. every time he licked his lips, puckered them for a photo, pressed them against your temple in what you deluded yourself into thinking was platonic affection—you would imagine exactly this.

soft, plush lips slotted in between yours, moving like you’re the only person they were made for. and even though you didn’t imagine it would be so salty from both of your tears, it’s exactly as perfect as you wanted your first kiss to be—as perfect as you wanted your first kiss with soonyoung to be.

when you get over the shock of it, you rest your hands on his chest, exploring the planes of it. you pause for a moment, enjoying the way you can feel the erratic beat his heart before reaching up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him into an even deeper kiss. it coaxes a sound out of him that convinces you he’s really yours, and he lets go of your face to circle your waist and hold you close.

you don’t know how and you’re not even sure when, but you end up in his bed, every inch of his body deliciously pressing against yours after he walked the two of you inside without ever leaving your lips.

his tongue slips into your mouth, and the moan that escapes you does so without your permission. you feel him twitch against your thigh and you can’t help but giggle into the kiss a little.

he pulls away, mouth pink and swollen. he rests his forehead against yours and smiles.

“what’s so funny, hm?”

it’s the first time in weeks that you’ve really heard his voice—the way you know and love it. light, happy, and, now that you’re equipped with the proper information, in love with you. you hear it loud and clear. you wonder if he hears it too.

“nothing,” you breathe, threading your fingers through the long hair at the nape of his neck until your hand is resting against the buzzed part of his undercut. you scratch his scalp there and he hums in contentment. you smile. “i love you, soonyoung.”

he lifts his forehead to better look at you. his eyes soften impossibly more and he looks like he’s trying to commit every detail of your face and this moment to memory. you realize you’re doing the same.

“i’ve always loved you,” you add, wanting to erase any lingering doubts that your 23rd birthday caused. “from the very start.”

his response is to push himself up and off you so that he’s on his knees, resting between your legs. you prop yourself up on your elbows, frowning from the sudden space. it’s exactly the opposite of what you want, but you know from the look on his face that it doesn’t mean he’s going anywhere or that he’s changed his mind. it confuses you to think that he looked at you this way for most of your friendship and you never thought it meant anything. it means everything.

he clears his throat, looking down briefly before meeting your eyes again. you only notice the bulge in his pants then, and you smile knowing that you felt that react to your moans.

“how far?” he asks, his voice so coated with desire, you shiver. he doesn’t need to elaborate. “i don’t want you to feel rushed or pressured. i just… we wasted so much time, and i—”

“all the way,” you say confidently, letting yourself lay back down and slowly wrapping your legs around his middle, trying not to feel self-conscious as your dress rides up and exposes you. “please.”

soonyoung groans like he’s in pain, hands instinctively resting against your bare thighs, eyes drifting down and unable to move from the wet spot between your legs once he sees it. his hands travel painfully slow toward the apex of your thighs, eyes never leaving you. his hands torturously stop when they reach the top.

several seconds pass with you fighting everything in your body to keep from squirming. if he notices, he doesn’t show it, seemingly too mesmerized by what’s in front of him. his thumbs burrow into the shallow divot where your legs meet your torso, the rest of his fingers kneading the flesh of your thighs, hard enough that you kind of hope they’ll bruise—give you something to remind you this was real. this happened.

he moves just as you’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about.

suddenly, as if he’s giving in to a voice telling him to just take what he wants, soonyoung allows his right hand to close the distance, tracing your skin until it leads his index finger straight to the part of you that needs him the most right now. he looks downright hypnotized as his finger meets your panties at their hollow part, where your hole is. you clench around nothing and you know he can tell when he finally breaks out of his thoughts and smirks. he only presses far enough to brush against the skin of your entrance before cruelly moving on. 

he slowly drags his finger up your slit with a little more pressure than he afforded your hole and you sigh into the movement, trying to move further down so you can feel him more. he squeezes your hip to keep you where you are, though, biting down on his lip as he watches you closely. if you weren’t so turned on, you’d be self-conscious under his attention.

then, finally, his finger finds the place you swear it belongs, and he’s pressed against your clit. your panties stick to you uncomfortably but you don’t have the words to properly tell him to take them off, writhing under the pressure of his finger instead.

soonyoung doesn’t move, just watching you breathe and beg incoherently in shallow gasps, and just when you think he’ll finally move his finger—that he’ll finally start giving you what you’ve wanted for so long—he takes his hand back. he laughs a little at your whine of protest, pushing down on your hip with the hand that’s resting there when you uncontrollably buck up into the space his finger just vacated.

"what?" you hiss at him. he laughs even harder, his pretty eyes turning into those narrow crescents you love so much. he crawls over you once more. "why are you laughing?!" you complain, face getting hot. "did i do something embarrassing?"

"'embarrassing'?" soonyoung repeats incredulously. he does nothing less than scoff in your face. "no, baby, your neediness is not 'embarrassing.' it's fucking hot."

your face gets even warmer. whether it's because he's being lewd or because he called you baby, you're not sure.

"shut up," you mutter. he grins down at you.

"gladly."

to your dismay, he doesn’t press himself against you like he did earlier. he hovers, planting a light kiss on your nose, then on your lips, lingering for only a moment before he leans back a little like he's trying to get a good look at your face. he brings his hand up to cradle your face, pushing the wind-tangled hair away from it.

the tiniest of smiles pull at his lips.

“i love you,” he finally returns. “i love you so god damn much, i thought i was going to die having to leave you.”

“you’re not leaving me,” you say firmly. the love you’re feeling for him is so strong, it leaves no room for doubt. you know that as long as you’ll have him, he’ll stay. and as long as he'll have you, you will too.

“i’m not,” he agrees.

he doesn’t say anything else, instead leaning down to capture your lips again. he doesn’t let it last long, though, moving from your mouth, to your jaw, your neck, and your collarbone. you’re a mess of gasps and moans as he kisses his way back up, until his lips are just barely grazing your ear.

“you tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he whispers softly. “and we’ll stop, no questions asked.”

you nod and he nips at your lobe before beginning to kiss his way back down, making you moan again. you don’t know if this is always how it feels like or if you’re just overly sensitive from being a 30-year-old virgin, but everywhere soonyoung touches feels like fire.

“you sound so pretty,” he mutters as he makes his way lower, unabashedly biting and licking wherever he wants as he goes. “exactly like how i imagined you’d sound.” you groan loudly when his lips brush over your nipple through the fabric of your dress. “fuck, even better actually.”

he reaches up and tangles a single finger around the thin strap of your dress, then gently pulls it off your shoulder. he briefly hangs his head in mock agony when he confirms you’re not wearing a bra.

you stifle another giggle, not wanting to keep laughing during something as serious as losing your virginity—to soonyoung, no less.

"what is my life?" he whispers more to himself than anyone else as he lowers his head and shamelessly envelops your bare nipple with his tongue.

the inhale you take at the sensation is sharp, and soonyoung briefly glances up without taking his mouth off of you, one eyebrow quirking as if to ask if you're okay.

you’re more than okay. you feel like your soul is about to float right out of your goddamn body, and the scary thing is he’s barely done anything to you yet. you open your mouth to try and tell him as much, but once your lips part, nothing comes out. you close your eyes, your body arching in response to soonyoung as his swirls his tongue around you, gently nipping every now and then. 

“soonyoung,” you gasp. 

“fuck.”

“lower,” you beg. “please, god, lower.”

you feel him smile against your chest. “whatever you want,” he whispers. 

but he doesn’t leave immediately, instead cupping his hand around your breast and biting into the flesh just above your nipple. your hips jerk up against his torso but he doesn’t let go, sucking for a few seconds before he releases you with a pop. 

he grins down at the blooming mark, giving it the gentlest kiss. “pretty.”

soonyoung finally makes his way back down between your legs, but not without releasing the other strap of your dress first. he must find some mercy to spare you because, without making you wait the way he has been all night, he lifts your hips up off the bed, pulls your dress down, and in one smooth move, slips both your dress and your panties off you. 

“oh my god!” he groans immediately, squeezing your clothes against his eyes. before you can even wonder if something’s wrong, he says, “i can’t believe this is my life right now, oh my god.”

he brings your clothes down just enough to look at you. his eyes narrow like he’s about to cry and you immediately laugh at the idea of soonyoung crying during sex… because he absolutely would. 

“oh my god, i really have you naked in my bed right now, oh my god oh my god oh my god.”

“soonyoung!” you scold him, coming up onto your elbows and bringing your legs together so your thighs squeeze him. “focus! come on, you’re just teasing me now.” you’re fully aware that you’ve never sounded whinier in your life, but you can’t bring yourself to care. “please.”

“okay, okay, i’m so sorry, i’m not trying to tease you, i swear. i just… i’m—just, i—it’s just, like… what?” he asks it so giddily, you can’t help but smile through your frustration. “y’know? like, what the actual fuck?” he babbles, very obviously just starting to process what the hell is happening right now. 

you groan, glaring at the ceiling. you’re annoyed at how empty you are right now, but at the same time, you feel your affection for soonyoung growing exponentially. even when he’s about to take your virginity, he can’t help but be so aggressively him. and you love it so much.

“it’s crazy how quickly you go from sex god to loser,” you murmur, unable to stop from grinning when he glowers at you.

“y’know,” he starts, voice considerably lower. you hate how much of an effect it has on you. “my favorite thing about you has always been your patience.” you snort as he carelessly tosses your clothes aside.

“good thing i have a lot of it then,” you retort, eyes catching on his long fingers as they start to undo each button of his shirt. 

he hums, narrowing his eyes at you. “right.”

the grin on your face fades fast as he finishes undoing the buttons and shrugs the shirt off. it’s nothing you haven’t seen before; after all, you spent many vacations together in nothing but swimwear the entire time. but as your eyes sweep the dips and curves of his muscles and the way his stomach flexes as he slips off the bed, you realize you’re looking at him in a way you haven’t been able to before. 

you’re looking at him like he’s yours. 

“wait,” you say suddenly, sitting up all the way and crawling over to the edge of the bed where he’s standing, hands frozen in the middle of removing his belt. 

“change your mind? it’s fine if you do,” he assures you quickly, already starting to fasten his belt again. 

you rest your hands on his to stop them. “no,” you say, laughing a little. “i’m not going to change my mind, soonie.” he visibly relaxes at the nickname. 

you reach up to kiss him, hands going up and into his hair. it’s slow and tender and careful, and you feel like you’re being held with so much care, you suddenly get nervous that you might be the one that ends up crying during sex. 

“i love you,” soonyoung whispers between kisses, his arms snaking around your naked waist. “oh my god, i love you, holy shit.”

“don’t start with the loser behavior again, please,” you joke against his lips. you feel him smile. you pull away and sigh, your fingers running across his chest in admiration. “but i love you too.”

he breathes deeply, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “i’m so happy.”

you smile softly. “me too, soonie.”

you look down and watch your hands travel down his naked torso until they meet his belt. you finish undoing it, not bothering to remove it from the loops and going straight for the button of his jeans. soonyoung’s breath hitches when you pull his zipper down. before you can shove his jeans down, he grabs your face and brings your lips to his roughly, his tongue inside your mouth in seconds. you don’t know whose moans are whose anymore as he kisses you—not like it’s the first time, but like it’s the last. 

his lips get clumsy as he starts to remove his pants himself, shoving his boxer briefs down with them. you don’t get much of a chance to ogle him before his lips are on you again and he’s cupping your ass, forcing your legs to wrap around him. you revel in the feeling of him against your stomach—long, hard, and yours. 

he kneels onto his bed, carrying you back to where you were laying before and setting you down gently. when you part, you suddenly understand soonyoung’s brief meltdown. because holy shit. soonyoung is in bed with you. naked. and you physically cannot stop looking down at him. 

“see something you like?” he asks, his voice teasing. even with how arrogant he sounds, you can’t look away. 

“uh… what?” 

he laughs then, burying his face in the crook of your neck and effectively cutting off your intense eye contact with his dick. 

“soonyoung, put it in me,” you whisper frantically. “hurry up!” you near shriek at him. 

he only laughs harder. “i can’t just put it in you.”

“what?!” you push him away just far enough to be able to look at his face. “what do you mean you can’t just put it in me? is this not how sex works? you put that—” you widen your eyes at the monster resting against you. “—in me? like… over and over again?”

“baby, please,” he wheezes with laughter. “you’re making this so unsexy.”

“you made it unsexy first,” you pout. “put it in me, soonyoung!”

he bursts into giggles again. “stop saying that!”

“why?! you keep making me wait!” you complain. “pu—”

his hand clamps over your mouth before you can repeat yourself. “okay,” he says, laughter finally subsiding. “okay. shhh. relax… and i will, alright?” he doesn’t move so you nod. “good girl.”

you make a strangled noise against his hand at the praise and his eyebrows shoot up. 

“oh, you like that?” his lips quickly curve into a smirk when your only response is to wriggle under him, hips trying their best to move his dick in the direction you need it to go. 

he releases your mouth slowly and when you stay silent, his smirk deepens. he brings his hands to your face, squeezing your cheeks together and kissing your puckered lips before he rests it at the base of your neck, fingers splayed across your throat. you briefly wonder if he’d choke you during your first time if you asked. you quickly wave the idea away because you know he wouldn’t. 

“so pretty,” he murmurs again, finger tapping your lower lip. you dip your head to take it into your mouth and he groans. “jesus christ.” you release him and he sighs roughly. “let me know if i do anything you don’t like, okay?”

you nod eagerly, thinking it’s finally time to get what your body has been screaming for. so when he pulls away, you make a noise of protest and watch him in confusion as he moves down your body. it isn’t until he forces your knees apart and lays back down between your legs, breath hot on your skin, that you realize what he’s planning on doing. 

“oh,” you whisper pathetically. 

soonyoung looks up at you and you swear he looks excited to absolutely demolish you. without breaking eye contact, he unfurls his tongue from his mouth as far as it’ll go, the tip of it just a breath away from touching your clit. you try to move but his grip on your thighs don’t let you. you watch with bated breath as his saliva slides down his tongue, dripping right where you were hoping it would. 

it’s so fucking obscene, and the second you feel the warmth of his spit on you, you throw your head back and moan. 

“soonie,” you mewl. 

“god, i haven’t even done anything and you’re a mess—’s so fucking hot,” he tells you, letting go of one thigh to press his thumb into your clit, massaging his own spit into it. you gasp, bucking into the sensation now that one hip is free from his hold. “patience, baby,” he reminds you. 

soonyoung doesn’t give you a chance to talk back because with no warning, his mouth replaces his thumb and it takes everything in you to keep from screaming. he places his hand back on your thigh just in time to keep you from reflexively caging his head in. he holds you down as he devours you, tongue flicking, sweeping, and circling around all the places no one has ever been. you could cry. you think you might already be. you can’t tell anymore. 

he begins to massage where he holds you when your thighs start to tremble. 

“soonyoung,” you gasp, hand diving into his hair and fisting it without your permission. 

he doesn’t mind though, responding with a moan of his own, straight into your cunt. you half-sob at the vibrations of his voice against you. it doesn’t take long before his finger slips into you. then another. multiplying the pleasure tenfold. his tongue never falters as his fingers find and stimulate the small, ribbed spot inside you, pressing and pushing and rubbing to a rhythm that—as always—only you and soonyoung can hear.

“oh my god, soonyoung,” you repeat his name. you don’t know if you’re capable of saying anything else anymore. “soonie.”

“yeah, baby,” he mutters against you, kissing your sex with as much vigor as he was kissing your mouth earlier. “still okay?”

you nod wildly. “yes, yes. god, yes.”

he moans again, eyes flicking up to you as he does. “you sound so pretty, baby. be louder.”

“the…” you sigh as he gently removes his fingers, softly kissing down your slit. “the party…”

“let them hear you,” he mumbles. “let them hear how good i make you feel.”

“but…” you never finish your sentence.

he leaves one last whisper of a kiss before he suddenly takes two fingers, holds you open, and fully presses his face into you, his tongue entering you—stiff, thick, and so, so warm. you unwillingly follow orders, half-shouting and half-groaning his name. your back arches as he presses impossibly further into you, his tongue touching you in ways you only ever dreamed he would. 

“soonyoung… soonyoung!” you call him, grip in his hair tightening. “i’m going to… i’m…”

“go ahead, baby,” he encourages you. “god, go ahead,” he practically begs before his tongue dives back into you. 

his thumb finds your clit once more, working it harder and faster as he slips in and out of you, the sounds of him feasting on you so vulgar, you could listen to it forever. your body starts to inadvertently grind on his face the closer you get.

“soonyoung, i’m… i’m going… i’m…” you stammer, trying to pull him up by the hair. “stop, stop, i’m going to cum on your face.”

soonyoung frowns, thumb never stopping as he takes his tongue back. “that’s the point baby. i want you to cum on my face.” his eyes roll back at the thought, and he moans before seeming to shake the thoughts out of his head. “god, you better cum on my face.”

“but—”

“cum on my fucking face, y/n.”

that shuts you up and all you can do is nod quickly, allowing him to get back to what he was doing. it doesn’t take long after that. it hits you like a wall, slamming into every part of your body at once, reverberating to every corner of you over and over again. and because soonyoung is a demon and he doesn’t stop, the echoes of your orgasm ripple through you mercilessly until just mere moments later, you’re having another one. 

and if the way soonyoung smirks into you is any indication, you know he’s aware of exactly what he just did to you. it could have been seconds or it could have been hours when you feel soonyoung’s arms wrapping around your middle, torso pressing into yours as he kisses your neck and makes his way up until his lips are on yours again. 

you taste yourself on him and you think it should be gross, but it just makes you even wetter knowing that he took that part of you for himself—that he drank you up and he loved it. 

“soonie,” you whisper, breath still coming in ragged gasps. he pushes your hair off your forehead as he looks down at you. 

“mmm?” he hums, still kissing you wherever he can reach, but always coming back to your lips. 

“i want to be yours,” you say. you’re not even sure that’s what you meant to say. you’re actually 90% sure you wanted to demand he put it in you again, but that’s what comes out. it’s still true—maybe even truer—so you repeat it: “i want to be yours so bad.”

soonyoung looks at you with so much love, you feel your eyes burning. he doesn’t point out your tears, simply pressing his finger against each one that escapes your eyes. he leans in, presses his cheek against yours, and he whispers: “then i'll make you mine.”

he presses against your entrance then, and you gasp. 

“shhh,” he soothes you. “try to relax, okay?”

he props himself on one elbow, other hand coming to your hip and rubbing gentle circles into the skin there. his touch is comforting and grounding, and you feel your muscles relaxing even as he starts to push into you. your hand comes up to his shoulder, grasping tightly as the stretch starts to burn more and more. you squeeze your eyes shut, head turning to the side as you try to focus on relaxing enough to let soonyoung bottom out. 

“slow, slow,” you breathe, even though he’s already barely moving as it is. 

he plants a kiss on your temple, murmuring apologies against your skin. “i’m sorry, baby. do you feel okay?”

you nod, eyes still closed. he pauses for a minute or so, settling for peppering kisses all over you. his patience and love help—they’re everything. you adjust and that desire to be completely full comes back to you and you nod quickly at him.  

“keep going, soonie.” you’re too eager to be full of him to be embarrassed at how needy you sound. he smiles, coming off his elbow to lay back on you. 

you’re not sure if the kissing is a distraction, but it works. you’re so preoccupied with the things his tongue is doing with yours that by the time he’s fully sheathed inside you, it doesn’t burn anymore.

“oh my god,” he breathes, pressing his forehead against you and closing his eyes like he’s trying to concentrate. “oh shit.” he breathes deeply and evenly. “you won’t change your mind about me if i cum too fast, will you?”

you laugh but that’s a mistake because it causes you to clench a little, and soonyoung immediately groans, hand going to your shoulder and squeezing to get you to stop. 

“don’t, don’t!” he says quickly. “don’t squeeze, baby.”

“sorry,” you whisper, trying not to giggle. you give him a few moments to collect himself, just like he did with you. “no, by the way,” you say. he opens his eyes and looks at you. “i won’t change my mind. it’s been 10 years. nothing will change my mind.”

the words do something to him—seem to inject some resolve into his bloodstream—because without saying anything, soonyoung starts moving. your lips part at the foreign feeling of his cock dragging against your walls. his every dip and ridge fits to your every ridge and dip, and you don’t need any more evidence to know that soonyoung was made specifically for you. 

“oh fuck,” he groans, burying his face in your neck and kissing the skin there. “you feel so good—so fucking good,” he says, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. “your cunt is perfect.”

you let your eyes flutter closed as a mouthwatering mixture of pain and pleasure start to pool together in your lower abdomen. you don’t know when you start, but as he continues thrusting in and out of you, the deepness of his thrusts gradually increasing, you can’t stop moaning, gasping, chanting his name. it becomes a prayer to you. 

soonyoung. soonyoung. soonyoung.

no, not a prayer. a wish coming true—all 10 of the birthday wishes you spent on him coming true. you were finally loving soonyoung loudly. 

“y/n,” he pants, sweat dripping onto you. “oh my god.”

“soonyoung,” you answer, moans sandwiching his name. 

and just when you think his thrusts are as deep as they can go—pulling all the way out before slamming right back into you—he pushes off of you, holding himself up with one arm and holding the headboard above the both of you for leverage. and somehow, he gets impossibly deeper, impossibly rougher, impossibly better, coaxing all kinds of screams and noises from you. 

“oh my god, look at you,” he mumbles, eyes darting between your chest, your lips, and the place where he keeps disappearing inside you. “so—fucking—perfect.” his cock slams roughly into you with each word, easily aggravating all your pleasure points.

“‘m not gonna last long,” you breathe. “soonie… ‘m not—”

you cut yourself off with your own cry when his hips start to drive into you at an unforgivable pace. tears leak from the corners of your eyes, leaving hot streaks as you try to remember how good this moment feels—how fucking good soonyoung feels. how perfectly soonyoung fills you up.

“i’m not either, baby,” he says. he starts grinding his pelvis down on your clit roughly, making you grab his forearm in a weak attempt to ride out the overwhelming and overstimulating feeling of an orgasm building up inside you mercilessly.

he lowers himself again, closing the distance between you two and pressing his lips to yours. “i love you,” he says. “i love you so fucking much.”

“i—” you gasp as his pelvis presses down on you ruthlessly. “i love—oh my god, soonyoung,” you groan. 

“do you feel like you’re mine yet?” he asks, voice raspy, hips ramming into you so hard, there’s no way you won’t be bruised tomorrow. 

you nod frantically. “yes, god, yes. yes!” you shriek the last one as your orgasm approaches its summit. “yes!”

“say it,” he grunts, eyes boring into yours.

“i’m yours,” you pant. “soonie,” you whimper, eyes shutting on their own accord. “i’m yours, soonyoung.”

“i never want to hear another name come out of your mouth ever again,” he tells you, the statement followed by a string of colorful curses as his hips begin stuttering uncontrollably. you know he’s holding off as best he can for you. “you’re mine.” he moans loudly. “and i’m yours.”

“m-mine… soonyoung…” you open your eyes to find him still watching you intently. “soonyoung! i’m coming! i’m—” you grasp him as hard as humanly possible, your third orgasm of the night ripping through you.

for a few moments, soonyoung continues to thrust into you, trying to help you through your orgasm, but he doesn’t last, quickly pulling out and coming all over you, cords of white coloring your stomach, chest, even your face. you gasp, bits of it landing in your mouth. you lick the corners of your lips as you come down from your high, smiling a little when you finally get to taste soonyoung. 

“holy shit…” he huffs, sitting back on his heels and throwing his head back. you try not to gawk at how beautiful he looks on his knees like this, his still semi-hard cock covered in your pleasure. 

“c’mere.” speaking suddenly feels like such a chore as you realize how sleepy you are.

soonyoung half obeys, leaning forward to kiss you quickly before getting out of bed and ignoring all your protests over it. he returns from his restroom with a towel, gently wiping you both clean, even leaving kisses as he goes. it’s like he’s making up for his seven years. 

“how do you feel?” he asks when he slips back into bed, pulling the covers over the both of you. 

“like i’m in love,” you say, eyes closing as you curl into his chest. he laughs as he wraps his arms around you. “it was perfect. thank you, soonie.”

he kisses the top of your head. “i’m sorry about how weird i’ve been acting these last few weeks… and i’m sorry for thinking i could just… end our friendship like that.”

you open your eyes and crane your neck to look at him. “i wouldn’t have let you,” you inform him. he grins. “and i didn’t.”

“you didn’t,” he agrees. you hum. “i love you.”

“wait… do you love me?!” you ask jokingly after hearing it at least a dozen times tonight.

he rolls his eyes. “good to know our dynamic is going to be fine.”

you giggle. “i love you more.”

“whoa, fighting words.”

“ten years, soonyoung.”

“it was ten years for me too!” he protests. 

you frown. 

“i gave myself seven years before i forced myself to move on,” he reminds you. “i loved you long before that, you fool.”

you glare but your heart swells. you hug him even tighter. “so… what are we?’

“are you fucking kidding me?”

you laugh, burying your face in his bare chest. “yeah, i am. i’m joking.”

he pinches your side. “good. it would’ve been awkward to have to inform you you’re my wife now.”

you shriek-laugh and you know it’s infectious from the way he bursts into laughter at your reaction too. you spend the rest of the night like that, talking about the moments you knew you were in love, joking around, and planning your new decade and your new life, your birthday party long forgotten.

just before you both drift off to sleep, you exchange your last i-love-yous of the night. 

“good night, love of mine,” he whispers.

“mine,” you repeat, smiling. “yours.”

you know your 30s are going to be the best years of your life.

[babyleostuff]

˚ ༘♡ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

― the moment in which the seventeen members find out their significant other hid their injury from them

s.coups

first of all - the chance of cheol not knowing you got hurt is this big 🤏🏻 mans somehow knows everything when it comes to you, even if he’s overseas he. still. knows. he would be… i don’t want to say disappointed in you not telling him, because you’re still your own person and he cannot tell you what to do, but… he just cares about you so much, truly. the thought of you hurt or in pain without him knowing is heartbreaking to cheol. he’s a caretaker through and through, especially for his significant other - there’s nothing seungcheol wouldn’t do for them. at the same time, though, he feels so proud to have a partner that is so strong.

jeonghan

the second he finds out you got hurt or injured jeonghan becomes quite passive aggressive. he’s not necessarily angry with you, it’s just that… what wouldn’t you tell him? he’s your boyfriend, he’s supposed to be next to you and care for you when you need it. you do the same for him, so why would you push him away? hannie understands that sometimes you just need your space, and everyone is different when it comes to being sick and in pain, but he’d still be a bit hurt by you not telling him. at the end of the day, he’d try to talk to you, though, and explain why it was so important to him to know.

joshua

it’s not that he’s angry, more like disappointed (all that disappointment, though, doesn’t come from pettiness or anger, but care and love). he gets that people react differently to getting injured, but still - he’s your boyfriend, and a boyfriend that cares a lot at that. shua always respects all of your decisions, no matter what, but when you get hurt and don’t tell him… you might not see it as important enough, but to him, your well-being and comfort is all that matters. he can’t imagine how you must’ve felt going through all of that alone, and yes, he gets that that was what you wanted, but still. 

jun

tries his best not to show how it affects him, when he finds out about your injury, but fails miserably. jun is a bit disappointed that you didn’t tell him first things first, because he’d be more than happy to take care of you (and he’d have the perfect opportunity to be extra clingy). would be unusually pouty and whiny after, waddling after you at any given moment and asking you “why? why didn’t you tell him?”. was it because you didn’t trust him and his caretaker abilities, did you think it wasn’t big enough of a deal to tell him about, or maybe you saw your injury as a burden? he needs to know or else he won’t be able to fall asleep. 

hoshi

you don’t want to keep something as serious as an injury from soonyoung, because the second he finds out you got hurt AND didn’t think about telling him, he gives you the silent treatment + becomes so hard to deal with. he can be petty when he’s in a good mood, so imagine how he’d be behaving after finding out. hoshi gets so frustrated because why wouldn’t you tell him? it’s a whole ass injury, not a scratch, there’s nothing that could excuse you from not telling him. he’s aware he’s not the best with taking care of injuries, but that doesn’t matter he wouldn't do his absolute best. just… tell him next time. 

wonwoo

he can feel his eye twitch when he finds out about your injury. it gets even worse when you tell him it wasn’t that big of a deal and he shouldn't worry. immediate game over for jeon wonwoo. you might think he wouldn’t get as annoyed by it as other members who are more outwardly affectionate… WRONG + he doesn’t consider himself the overprotective type, ALSO WRONG. wonwoo is a man who lives for you and your comfort even if he doesn’t see that himself, so the fact that you didn’t bother to tell him about something as big as an literal injury??? JAIL!!! will cross his arms and stump his feet to make a point. 

woozi

he understands that for you it might be a small thing, your injury, that you don't see it as something important enough to tell him about, but… it’d still kind of hurt jihoon if you didn’t tell him? like, on one hand he’s so enchanted by you because you're so independent and strong and willing to go through your pain alone, but on second he’s your boyfriend. he might not be the most obvious with how he shows his love and physical touch and outward words of affirmation, but he still cares. a lot. he wants to take care of you, he wants to keep you warm and as comfy as he can, so please don’t brush off matters like that. 

dk

at first he’s very confused when he finds out that you got injured, because that can’t be true, right? you’d immediately tell him if you got hurt, 100%. but when seokmin realises that your injury was not a cruel joke he nearly cries. why, why on earth wouldn’t you tell him? and it crushes him so much - you, in pain, without him by your side to hold your hand through it all. he’s quite a mess afterwards, trying to gather his emotions. because he has to get through to you and try to explain how much it hurt him that you didn’t tell him. even if you refuse his help, he just needs to know, that’s all.

mingyu

there’s a hit of annoyance in gyu when he finds out that you got hurt and didn’t tell him. like… you’re well aware of how big of a caretaker mingyu is, and how important acts of service are for him, and yet you decide to hide the injury from him. why? he understands that a part of you might think of yourself as a burden, but he has told you numerous times how happy it makes him when you ask him for help, even with the smallest things. but you’re still pushing him away? it’s just - it’s so gut wrenching when he finds out that you had to suffer on your own and he didn’t know.

the8

huh, so you don’t believe in his healing abilities? hao becomes extremely petty, because no one’s better at being a certified nurse than him (not even a real nurse), and with you not telling him he feels like you don’t trust him enough to take care of you properly. he genuinely likes to take care of his loved ones, he doesn’t mind being the housewife, and he definitely doesn't think you’re a burden because of your injury, so why would you hide it? after he finds out he sits you down and has a talk with you - hao tries to explain his point of view and how it made him feel when you didn’t tell him, and why you shouldn’t hide things like that from him. 

seungkwan

gets so so so petty, oh my god. huh, so you, his girlfriend, didn’t tell him, your boyfriend, you got hurt? you just didn’t? yeah, not on boo seungkwan’s watch. why on earth wouldn’t you call him first things first? he’s your literal boyfriend, it’s his duty and privilege to take care of you, keep you warm and loved, no matter what. and he doesn’t want to hear that “but i don’t want to be a burden” shit, because you. are. not. and you could never be one. so you’re trying to tell him you were hurt and alone while he was living his best life? he’d make sure to talk to you and make you swear you’d tell him next time a situation like that would occur. 

vernon

on one hand he understands that you might not see the injury as something big enough to tell him, like - he has gotten hurt in the past and didn’t tell you either, but… it’d be nice if you did. vernon is not sure why he’s bothered by you not telling him, usually he’s very okay with most of your decisions, but a part of him is scared that the reason you hid the injury is because of you thinking he won’t care. yes, he might not be the best at taking care of people and prefers being the one taken care of, but you’re his partner and vernon will do anything he can to take the best care of you.

dino

his heart drops when he finds out you got injured and didn’t tell him. chan thrives on helping and taking care of his loved ones, he doesn’t care if he has to pull another all nighter just to make someone else happy - he does it with great joy. so when his partner, the apple of his eye, hides their injury from him? it hurts. it hurts deeply. there’s a part of him that feels betrayed, and he cannot help but think if you don’t trust him enough to care for you when you’re in need. chan knows that those thoughts and his reaction are a bit dramatic, but it’s the caretaker in him that just cannot live it down. 

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