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loserlvrss · 11 months ago

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❛ ──── 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘. ⟡ 𝒸lassmates 𝓉𝑜 𝓁overs

더보이즈 you get partnered up with the one athlete everyone at your school is obsessed with 📠

김선우 smut ꒰ MDNI──dirty talk, spitting, biting 5034THOU ❜ CATALOGUE

The harsh ultra-violet rays warmed your skin, sending a gentle goosebump-ridden pattern over it. You looked out ahead, watching as the soccer team practiced hard—almost daily now (only taking a break on Wednesdays). A breeze passed through the air, weaving its way all around your body, which was wearing the school’s uniform loosely. You sighed, looking up to the wave of lustrously-green trees against the clear-blue sky.

Your body was relaxed, leaning ever-so-slightly back against the bleacher behind you. Your hand came up when a particularly bright ray shined through the dark leaves of late spring and you blocked it. Then, just as you were about to let it fall back down, your attention caught on one particular member of the team, when a shout of victory wafted into your ears: Kim Sunwoo.

He was the main character of your daydreams, racing heartbeats, and physical ache. You knew it was stupid to be caught in his grasp, like the rest of the school was. You knew you weren’t special in the way you’d look at him longingly—so desperate for any kind of appraisal from the athlete.

However, unlike the rest of the female (and male) population, you were contemptuous with your delusion over him. Even if it was an unrequited love, you were closer with yourself—and schooling—in its result. Your parents definitely weren’t complaining with your top-student status and class president tasks.

It seemed like a win-win, but still, you sometimes caught yourself wishing for more in the loneliness of the night, when your mind was the best at focusing on things it shouldn’t. You’d imagine things you’d rather keep in the depths of your archives. Secrets you were prepared to take to the grave: everyone loved Sunwoo, but no one knew you did as well.

The prejudice was that you were too caught up in said studies to even look up, especially not in his direction. You had only a couple of friends, ones you truly trusted with your life, and even they had no clue about your feelings for the soccer player.

You watched his celebration, a fist pumped into the air and a bright smile that caused a blush to litter your cheeks. In moments like these, you were glad he really had no idea you existed when you weren't standing right in front of him. He high-fived the team members, walking over to the sidelines and throwing a small towel over his shoulder.

It was honestly a little pathetic the way you couldn't peel your eyes from the way his muscles strained against the spandex of the shirt, or the way the sweat would roll down his perfectly sun-kissed skin. The softness of the genuine smile that pressed against his mouth and up into his eyes, the ones that flirted so effortlessly with his slow and cool mannerisms.

Genuinely, when he looked so good, it made it hard for you to not drift off into another fantasy, one where he’d walk up to you and sweep you off your feet like a prince in a fairytale…and, he always looked this good.

You huffed out a breath, one you weren’t even sure if you were holding or not, and crossed your legs over one-another. You narrowed your eyes (in some weird attempt at zooming in), swearing you could see the man of your dreams—and reality—walking in your direction.

He flashed a devilish smile, you weren’t convinced was meant for you, breaking from the teammates he’d been walking with. his eyes met yours, and for a moment you thought you were asleep—or dead.

frankly, you think this scenario would suit a chuckle from the athlete who watched your eyes go wide as he further approached.

he took a long drink from the bottle in his hand, holding said eye contact as he lightly swallowed. you mimicked him with a dry throat, admiring how his adamsapple bobbed with each gulp.

he straddled the bench, setting his things between his open thighs. “y/n?” he asked as he raked a hand through his sweaty hair. you couldn’t look away, like a must-watch thriller that you’d spent your hard earned money on. you could feel the way your heart rattled your ribcage, just aching to escape and feel his against it.

an audible hum left your lips in reply. you could feel the heat that radiated your features and spread throughout your body. and, you knew, despite opposition, that he could see its pink shade.

the one-sided tension was suffocating. you shifted uncomfortably—or maybe in some desperate attempt to ease the ache—and clasped your hands together. then, once again, he smiled at you. your heart didn’t know whether to shatter or melt in the presence, which you’ve only been able to see up close a couple of times.

“your place or mine?”

you wouldn’t have believed the way your eyes could grow three-sizes larger than they already had previously.

“w-what?” you choked out.

he chuckled at your flustered state. “ms. park posted the partners for the group-projects.” he stated matter-of-factly. “and, guess what class president?” you all but asked what; gulping loudly, tensing your legs together, as well as your fingers and lips. “we’re partnered.”

you wanted to play it cool, but the excitement at the revelation was fast-approaching. you’d never had the opportunity to see him outside of school—and granted, it was still over school-work but, a win was still a win in your book.

“o-oh!” you ragged out along with a shaky breath. “right, i was waiting until after practice to ask you about it.”

you lied.

you had no idea that the groups were announced. you just spent your free-time on this bench pretending to do work often enough that it seemed reliable.

his eyebrows rose, like he could see right through your antics. it was honestly a little intimidating; or maybe that’s not exactly the right word to describe the feeling hot-spotted in you.

he glanced back at the field momentarily, watching the rest of his teammates leave the outlined grass. “whatever you say, class president, but i knew exactly where to find you… except on wednesdays.” the undertone was something you couldn’t read, just out of your depth, but still plunged you further into curiosity. “we’ll go to my place then, and i’ll shower while you get started. how’s that sound? practice is done anyways.”

you wanted to protest his offer, but there was something intoxicating about seeing his room and smelling the cologne that lingered in the air. the shampoo and body wash that would waft out to you. you’d dreamt about it, and simply, you wanted to see if it was anything like the picture you painted in your head.

“i can just meet you later—you can shower in peace.” you started to pull the phone from the bag at your side, opening it, and holding it in his direction. “maybe, in like two hours?”

he took hold of the machinery. “what’s the fun in that? you could’ve joined me if you got too bored.”

you laughed painfully, shifting once again at the heat between your thighs. you wanted to accept the offer more than anything, however you know you shouldn’t.

but, what was the fun in that?

“a shame.” he chuckled lightly, holding the phone back out to you after inputting his number and texting himself the address. “i’ll see you then, y/n.”

it was the exact house number you were now staring at, eyes shifting between the text on your screen and the apartment door. it had been a little over two-hours, you having to hype yourself up before you left. and you had decided to relax by taking a bath as well, getting a little carried away with your imagination—which ultimately caused you to be late as well—but, you didn’t think delinquent-athlete, sunwoo, would care all too much.

“you could’ve knocked,” you hadn’t realized the door was now open, revealing the dimly lit (because the curtains were closed and it was approaching 6pm) living space. “or called.”

“s-sorry. i wasn’t sure if this was the right place.” you watched as he moved aside, creating just enough room for you to brush past him, giving you an oh-so desired smell of his cologne.

you cursed yourself for getting so worked up over the little things he’d do, but now you were finding it hard to believe that that wasn’t his intention. he kept you coming back for more, and you were always eager.

“do you want any water?” he asked, watching your frame stand awkwardly in his living room. “my rooms over there, i have a couple of things for you.”

you choked again. “f-for me?”

he laughed. “to use on the poster, y/n.” and he mumbled something after that you weren’t able to catch.

your head panned as he walked to the kitchen, ears listening to the light rattle of glass cups and running water. you plastered your hands to one another politely, scanning over the couple pictures sunwoo did have laying about; his apartment only had the necessities. the few pictures were ones of a younger girl, who you assumed to be his little sister—who he obviously loved enough to display. but you thought there must’ve been more to them, to him, and deep down you knew you’d like to find out one day; to comfort him in his time of need. to be his.

sunwoo came back, two glasses in his hands as he motioned for the closed door on your left. “you can open it, i’ve got nothing to hide from you.”

you don’t know why those words made you blush, maybe it’s because they’re from him, and anything from the athlete is enough to send you reeling.

your hand trembled as it reached to the knob. “oh, okay.” you said, trying to block it with your body. “i was thinking we could start with reading the book a little bit more, to familiarize ourselves with the data before making the final draft. that’s if you don’t mind?”

the door swung against its hinges, making the site of a dark, but minimalistic room meet your view. you took in the smell of cologne, but it didn’t seem to be overpowering like he had just sprayed it around carelessly. his bed was neatly made, black sheets and black pillows placed meticulously: as if a house keeper had been around to do it for him.

he placed the glasses against the wood of his nightstand, a charger and lamp being the only other decor on it.

he pressed the lamp and illuminated the room just a little more. “not confident, class president?”

“that’s not it,” you blurted out, his brows knit and arms crossed as he awaited your explanation. you could barely look in his direction, biting your tongue to not say: i just get flustered enough to forget around you.

“i, uh, it’s just that… nevermind. let’s begin!”

he huffed out another laugh, his actions too fast for you to process as his hands met your shoulders, pushing you to sit on his bed.

your eyes seemed to be in a perpetually widened state, but you found it telling that you put up no protest. the bag on your back made it into your lap, and you unzipped it, taking out multiple pens, markers and whatnot to make a decent poster. sunwoo had grabbed a paper, putting it on the floor and holding out his book for you to take. your hands brushed as you accepted it, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

you began to lay a couple of your class-taken notes onto his bedding, and sunwoo made his way around to the other side. he plopped down onto his stomach, making you bounce slightly.

“you know, class prez, people think you’re scary. you’re always studying, you barely look up, and when you do it’s to tell people off because they’re interrupting said studying.” you tried to read over the notes, but found it hard to ignore the harmonies within his voice. and that your leisure-clothes were getting too warm around your skin. “but they don’t know you, i guess. you’re smart but i bet you know how to have, at least, a little fun, don’t you? and, it’s no secret the school thinks your looks are top-tear. it’s just a shame you reject everyone that asks you out. it’s a waste of your time, i presume. anyways, that’s enough. let’s get started, shall we?”

“w-why?” you asked in such a hushed breath that sunwoo barely heard it. and if he lived with anyone else, or if a car or plane went by at the perfect time, he wouldn’t have. “why is that a shame?”

“because you are beautiful, y/n.”

fuck your clothes, your skin was getting too hot against you. your breath was labored, and now the words on the paper were congregating. you couldn’t focus with sunwoo next to you, and that’s exactly what you feared.

why’d you have to ask? curiosity did kill the cat.

the way you shifted didn’t go unnoticed by the athlete and he let out a chuckle that should just be his signature at this point.

he sat up now, burning his eyes into the side of your head. “what’s wrong, y/n?” he asked, but you refused to look away from the notes, even if you couldn’t get your mind to read them. “has no one ever called you that before?”

you bit your lip, thumbs ripping at the skin around the nail. truthfully, yes, one person has called you that, but it didn’t feel the same as when he did it. sunwoo made your heart beat out of your chest, breath leave your lungs so fast it made you lightheaded. he made you weak in the knees, like you were just jelly to begin with, melting in the sun.

you felt a soft hand reach across you, taking the farthest cheek within his palm and focusing your vision towards himself.

his skin felt like fire against you, but even this smallest touch made you crave more, made you need him in a more than innocent way. and, you were starting to believe his intentions were exactly the same as yours.

your eyes finally focused at the feeling on his hand sliding to rest against the side of your neck, as if he was caressing it, running his thumb over your windpipe gently.

you’d never seen sunwoo so close to your face, but you had imagined it, and it was nothing in comparison. he was beyond beautiful, a sight to see: tan skin untainted by pores and blemishes, soft features like his lips that contradicted, but complimented shaper ones such as his eyes and nose. he was the perfect harmony in your opinion, the perfect—

“god, y/n. i must be crazy.” he broke you from your admiration, breath hitting your lips. “would you treat me any different from the guys who have asked you out in the past?”

god, yes.

your stomach was beyond knots now, the whole damn zoo being let loose. your hands were gripping the sheets at the anticipation that seemed to be agonizing enough to kill you where you sat. in reality, sunwoo wasn’t even doing anything, but he had you at his fingertips, and you weren’t convinced you couldn’t pass out right now.

“fuck, maybe i am crazy…” his eyes flicked to your lips momentarily. “do you want this? i know i’d be interrupting your studying, class president.”

and you don’t know where your confidence came from, but the way you closed the gap was desperate. however, sunwoo put up no protest, and quickly gained control over the situation.

his other palm pulled you by your cheek to deepen the kiss. well, that was until he had enough of the angle you were sat at and gripped your thigh to fully get you onto his bed.

he was a good kisser, a great one in fact, and it made you crave his lips in other places to experience the full effect.

now he was pushing your body by your lower back, trying to get you as close to him a possible, and as if you could read minds, you threw your leg over him to straddle his lap.

he broke the kiss. “good girl.” he said before reconnecting with the skin on your neck, and smiling against it when he heard you whine quietly. you could feel him growing hard underneath you, and wondered if he’d take this all the way, wondered if he wanted you like that. “you do want this, don’t you?”

inside your head you couldn’t help thinking that maybe you weren’t desirable, maybe he was only doing this to prove a point: that the whole school was within his grasp. maybe it was to brag tomorrow, as locker room chatter before soccer practice, because why would sunwoo like you outside of your delusions?

his arms caged you against him, stoping all minor movements and actions. he looked into your eyes, and for a moment it’s like the world had ceased. the only thing you could hear was the thumping within your own chest and the echoes of your doubts.

“do you want me, sunwoo?”

he kissed your lips gently—almost lovingly—before stating. “more than anything right now.”

and you wanted to ask if it was only right now that he wanted you, but you couldn’t will that to leave your lips, as his eyes locked onto your own, mixing like watercolor.

you’d wanted him to want you for a long time, so you hoped it wasn’t only now that he felt the same.

“are you okay?”

your palms now laid against his cheeks, biting your bottom lip, half-nervously and half from feeling his hands curve where the seams of your thighs met the underside of your ass. you pulled him quickly back to you, breaking away only to mumble a quiet yes before being fully taken over by your lust.

he flipped you over quickly, and you found comfort between his soft pillows and blanket. he pushed your thighs apart, slotting himself in between to attach back on your already swollen lips.

his voice came out in a hushed tone, only for you. “class prez, has anyone had you like this? have they seen how perfect you look with messy hair and puffy lips? i bet you’d look so cute crying, wouldn’t you?” you whimpered at the words—the thought—you wanted him to think you were cute, attractive in any way, it was human nature after all; and everything about this was primal. “how far do you want me to go?”

your voice was once again barely audible over your own heartbeat. “whatever you want.”

“yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

you were beginning—ignoring all previous warnings—to feel overwhelmed, his tongue sending you into overdrive. you didn’t know what to do as you felt him ghost his lips on your collar bone, then down over your chest, eventually landing at your stomach. he pushed the fabric up, latching down onto your hip bone, which had you shifting to get any sort of friction on your core.

all his minuscule teasing was actually beginning to feel painful, but he got the hint. you knew he would.

sunwoo grabbed at the waistband on your pants, looking up to you for reassurance, but you just lifted your hips to make it easier for him. he chuckled, pulling both of the fabrics blocking you from him down.

you heard him mumble something along the lines of pretty as he placed open-mouth kisses against your inner thighs.

one thing about sunwoo is that he left you no room to feel self-conscious or embarrassed. he knew how to love you right, (you didn’t want to know why that was) and was determined to show you that.

you might not have believed this was something more than locker-room chatter, but now…

you moaned when he finally attached to your aching clit, sucking gently before alternating between kissing and licking at your slit. your hand covered your mouth out of embarrassment at the sounds that you couldn’t stop from making. truthfully, the last (and only) guy you were with didn’t even make you finish, so you didn’t have to worry about being too loud—or god forbid, annoying.

but, sunwoo hated that you weren’t letting him hear how good he was doing. he wanted the praise just at much as you did, nonetheless he let you continue. he’d let you until you were completely at his mercy, malleable under his touch. he’d let you because that made you comfortable.

and, to be honest, it still fueled his ego.

“c-close,” you managed to mumble through your fingers, eyes squeezed shut and head lulled back. “woo, please?”

and that fact that you had asked him almost made him cum untouched. so, you were his? he thought to himself, before he groaned into your pussy at the feeling of your fingers attaching to his hair, only adding to your pleasure.

the hands squeezing your plush thighs pulled you closer to his face, close enough to suffocate, but he’d die a happy man.

he continued to eat you out like a starved man, only bedrudgingly pulling away right before you had the chance to properly orgasm.

“w-wait!” you tried to push him back, frantically searching for the edge you were just about to topple off. “w-wh—sunwoo, fuck, d-don’t stop. please.”

tears were pricking your eyes out of frustration—the whole thing being so emotionally and vulnerably charged, you weren’t sure you could hold them back. then, shivers were sent throughout your shaking body as he soothed over your sides and stomach with his hands, lips back to their spot on your thighs.

he propped himself up, staring down at the godly figure he never truly thought you’d let him see. and after a minute, you got embarrassed at the strong gaze on your glistening core; your knees coming together.

his fingers slotted between them, pulling your legs apart. “don’t hide from me, baby. you’re so beautiful—god, all for me, right?”

you whined, quickly sitting up and reaching out for anything he’d give you.

sunwoo kissed your lips again, keeping you at his level with a hand on the small of your back and one gripping the hem of your shirt. you were dizzy from the taste of yourself on him, sunwoo only breaking apart to get the fabric up, and fully over your head. he took off your bra and suddenly the realization that you were fully naked in front of the prized soccer captain, while he was fully clothed, sunk in.

you whined again, too drunk off him to formulate anything coherent. he laughed at how desperately you were pawing at his sweats. “what’s wrong?”

you looked up at him. “fuck me?” and if your eyes weren’t the definition of puppy-dog, he didn’t know what was.

he smiled, grabbing your wrist. “patience, baby. i’ll give you what you want.”

you fell back again, opting to obey him because you were honestly too far gone to come up with anything else to do.

and he did, taking off his sweats, along with the rest of his clothes and pressing his body to yours. his lips were connected back to you and you clawed at his shoulders—anything to ground yourself—while his held your torso down firmly.

he looked between your bodies as he lined himself with your entrance. your head was thrown back, and he pressed a chaste kiss to the middle of your neck before mumbling. “you are pretty when you cry, y/n.” and pushing in slowly.

the stretch only burned for a minute until you moaned almost embarrassingly loud with each shallow thrust. a hand instinctively come up to hide them away. but, that only lasted so long until sunwoo intertwined his fingers with yours, pushing them into the bed on either side of your head.

“don’t hide them, baby,” he sighed against your lips. “please.”

and, whether you wanted to or not, you didn’t have a choice. the noises fell freely from your lips into his shoulder, as he sucked and nipped at your neck again.

“i-is it good?” you could barely hear him, your ears ringing with pleasure; was it good? is he stupid?

you choked on a chuckle, feeling him angle himself just perfectly inside you to brush against your g-spot. “holy fuck,”

“right there, baby?” he did it again, taking notes and storing them away in the back of his mind. your head lulled back again, and he watched your face contort, mouth falling open. “does it feel good?” you couldn’t reply, his thrusts only getting harder after that.

you could feel the band in your stomach tightening, and you feared you wouldn’t even be able to tell him you were getting so close, so fast—too fast.

but, somewhere deep-down, he already knew.

“fuck, you feel so good, y/n.” he sighed, lips ghosting over yours. “i must be the luckiest man in the world, right?” it was rhetorical, but even if you felt the need to answer, all that was coming out of your mouth was moans, groans, and mewls. “perfect body—fuck—perfect personality, perfect pussy, perfect fucking mouth,” he grabbed your chin, your free hand now going to clutch into the skin on his arm. his eyes met your tear-filled, and blurry ones. “open your mouth,”

there was a fire within you when you did as he said, mouth falling open. he spat on your tongue, and you didn’t know whether you came right then or just flat-out died.

“swallow it,” he said—no, demanded—almost making it an impossible task by putting his fingers into your mouth, pushing them to the back of your throat, and making you gag around him. he felt you clench harder at the act. “gonna fuck this throat one day, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you would.

but, he was spewing heated words into a brick wall. “you’re mine, right?” he asked, taking his saliva-covered fingers from your mouth and bringing them between your bodies.

the moment his fingers landed on your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the hand that was still intertwined with his was losing circulation from how hard your were gripping it, and the other was scratching his perfect skin hard enough to bleed.

no one had ever made you feel so cold, yet so fucking warm at the same time. nothing you've ever experienced has been as intense and kim sunwoo; the delinquent soccer player. you feared no one could ever make you feel like this again.

so, of course you were his.

“look at me, y/n.” he whispered, kissing along your jaw gently—in contrast to the heavy and hard thrusts he kept at a steady rhythm. “c’mon, y/n, be a good girl. please.”

you felt the impending desire to now, head leveling. his forehead then came to rest against it, fighting off your urge to let it roll back again.

he pecked your lips between sentences. “mine, right?” god, he kept asking an obvious question. “be mine, okay? cum for me,” he circled your clit faster, determined to make you finish one last time. “i got you.”

his voice alone was enough to make you topple over the edge, your noises raising a couple octaves. your vision went white, body convulsing under sunwoo, who kept his eyes on your face the entire time; in awe of you. he fucked you through it of course, mumbling praises, before the overwhelming feeling of fire bloomed between you two; disguised by overstimulation.

you mewled. “woo, p-please stop.” he kissed you quiet, slowing down. but, you didn’t actually want him to stop. “h-hurts… just a little,”

his hand intertwined with yours again. “being such a good girl—taking it so well. just a little more, okay? i promise,” he sighed, feeling the way your walls clenched him in, barely letting him pull out, only causing him to thrust harder. “almost there, y/n, where do you want it?”

your legs caged him against you. “fill me up, please.” and you weren’t above begging for it, especially not in a state of post-euphoria. “cum in me.”

he threw his head back momentarily, fighting off a strong urge to start a second round. how in gods name did he get so lucky? he thought to himself, bringing his forehead back to yours.

he locked eyes onto you. “yeah?” you nodded slightly, eyes full of tears you didn’t know if you’d shed. “gonna be so good and take it all?”

you moaned when he started grinding against you, your clit being stimulated by his pubic-bone.

“could fuck you forever.” he admitted. “do you want me to?”

you spewed out a quiet yes, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was being serious—maybe he was. you were too far gone to even begin guessing.

he kissed you again, desperately fighting your tongue with his. he continued to kiss down your jaw and into your neck, leaving glistening marks in his wake. he sucked on your collarbone, finding a sweet-spot you didn’t even know you had, and biting down for a second. your mouth fell open in a silent scream, an orgasm you didn’t even know was there, washing over you.

sunwoo just kept forcing you to learn about yourself—you guess, it’s a good thing you’ve always been known for studying, isn’t it?

your intense orgasm triggered his, a soft groan leaving his lips as uneven thrusts made sure you both were fully satisfied.

you felt fuzzy, brain completely melted under his touch. your heavy breathing mixed with his, his body fully collapsing from exhaustion. however, his weight wasn’t enough to suffocate you, so you let him stay where he was, breaking your hand from his and threading it into his damp hair.

the silence was loud—heartbeats intertwined—as you both came down, the reality about to set in.

would he push you away after this? did he even mea—

“i meant it, by the way.” your eyebrows creased. you weren’t even sure if you had imagined that. and, if you didn’t feel the rumbling of his chest on yours as he spoke, you might’ve believed it was only in your head. “be mine, okay?”

little did he know, you already were.

you whispered out a reply. “okay.”

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daisyvisions · 1 year ago

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Change Your Mind - (l.jy)

➺ Pairing: fboy best friend!Juyeon x afab!reader

➺ Summary: You befriend your college’s resident fuckboy who’s been eager to get with you since day one. But after a rollercoaster of emotions between your friendship, he wants you more than you could ever imagine.

➺ Word Count: 4k (wow who is she?!)

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, mentions of partying, drinking alcohol, fuckboy tendencies (flirting, hookups, ghosting), lying to reader (at first), lots of kissing and making out, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), slight handjob and masturbation, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), a lovesick Juyeon

➺ A/N: I’m officially back from my break! Really wanted to take some time off and focus on things irl, can’t really say if the break helped bcos I was still stressed haha but anyway!This took me a while to finish up, felt incredibly rusty writing again but glad I was still able to do it 😭 Considering this as my late birthday greeting for Juyeon. Hope you enjoy this piece! Proofread once. Let me know if I missed anything!

➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet, and my girlies @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

If anyone told you that you’d end up becoming best friends with one of the most sought out guys in your campus (and not to mention resident fuck boy), you would’ve laughed at their face. All your life you’ve tried to avoid befriending guys like Juyeon. A guy like him just generally gave you the ick.

You never understood how or why people would want to be friends with someone whose only objective is to get into girl’s pants and be praised for it. Not only that, but also playing with someone’s feelings and just dropping them at an instant was wrong on so many levels.

But here you are, lending him a helping hand while you two clean out his living room after throwing yet another one of his bi-weekly parties, which was usually code for “Please let me at least make out with someone tonight.”

It’s crazy how you consider him one of your bestest friends. In another world you both knew this friendship would never work out. You were both opposite of each other in so many ways!

So how did you even end up becoming friends with Juyeon?

Transferring to a different university in the middle of the semester was one of the worst things that could've happened to you. Not only did you have to adjust to a new set of lesson plans and navigate your way around campus, but you also had to sit alone during lunch since practically everyone already knew each other from freshman year and had their own set of cliques.

During your first week, you thought you could at least find a table you could sit with just by going up to the group you vibed with the most and ask politely. But you decided to just sit by yourself instead and avoid any embarrassing introductions. You refused to be known as the weird new girl (which you already felt like one to begin with.)

You tried to fight off the tears emerging from the corners of your eyes as you sat quietly in the corner of the cafeteria, slowly poking the food on your tray as you try to drown out the noise around you.

You wish you didn’t have to transfer and leave everything and everyone you knew behind. Yes, you can still call or text your friends, but you knew it was different than actually being with them on campus.

You were convinced you’d be alone for the rest of your years in college. No friends to hang out, laugh, or cry with. No one to go through the same struggles as you. No one to tell you that everything was going to be okay. You were definitely on your own until-

“Hey.” The voice suddenly snapping you out of your self-loathing as you look up and see probably one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life.

The way his eyes held so much love, how his smile could light up anyone’s day, and how his aura was something you never felt with anyone before. He was practically radiating sunshine to your already gloomy day. It almost felt too good to be true… Because what the hell was he doing here in front of you?

“…Hi?” You sit up straight as you try to subtly dab off the tears in your eyes.

“I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone.” The man gently says.

Great, the first thing he notices about you is how much of a loser you are. But before you could even say anything back he continues on.

“Would you like to come sit with us? We have some space for you at our table.” He slowly smiles at you. You hesitated at first, confused by the whole situation but quickly made up your mind.

“Uh… yeah, sure! If it’s not any trouble.” You shyly respond.

“Of course not! Can’t let a pretty thing like you be all alone on her first week here right?” He holds out his hand to you.

“How did you-”

“I’m Juyeon.” He interrupts you again. You tell him your name, your cheeks slowly warming up as your hand intertwines with his as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He smirks. You felt the butterflies raging within your stomach.

“So, let’s go?” He waits for your response, but you shyly nod your head instead as proper words get caught up in your throat. Grabbing his hand as you stand up and follow his lead.

You try not to make a fool out of yourself as you feel Juyeon’s hand rest on your lower back as you guides you through the sea of people. As you two are walking towards his table he leans close to your ear and whispers,

“We’re gonna be best friends, I promise.”

And ever since that day Juyeon really did keep his promise. He helped you catch up with some of the lesson plans you had, guided you around school, and always made sure to leave a space for you beside him during lunch.

You tried to wrap your brain around the idea of how someone like Juyeon just randomly entered your life and swept you off your feet. At first you felt like you were on cloud nine getting the most attention and almost boyfriend-like treatment from him. But as the weeks went by you soon discover that his reputation actually preceded him more than you thought.

You see, it was no secret that Juyeon was somewhat of a playboy. Well, somewhat was an understatement. During the first few weeks since you became friends he would walk you to class almost every time. In those moments you couldn’t understand why people would give you such weird looks or whisper to each other whenever you two would pass by.

Maybe it was because you stuck out like a sore thumb as the new girl? You decided not to mind it for a while, pushing down the thought that you were just overthinking all of this… that is until you accidentally learned about his reputation and the real reason why he approached you that day.

It was an accident. You were never meant to find out anything about Juyeon. But during a party that he brought you to, a certain loosed-lip drunk friend (Eric) decided to spill everything to you, down to every letter and detail imaginable.

To be honest, it didn’t bother you when you found out that Juyeon was indeed a fuck boy. You saw the signs as the weeks passed by.

The way he would flirt with someone while waiting for you to finish class, how the notifications on his phone would show a name of a different girl every week, and even the subtle touches he would leave on you which were definitely not considered friendly but not perverted either. What bothered you the most was finding out the reason why he even wanted to be friends with you.

“He’s been really working up to have his way with you, you know? And I mean who could blame him? Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking hot-” Eric rambles on to you as he tries to lean his body against the wall to keep himself upright, slowly inching his way closer to you. You felt your blood boil in that moment, completely ignoring Eric’s advances.

How could Juyeon do this to you? Even after everything you shared with him about your life, your struggles, your secrets too? And to think you were starting to feel like he could be a really great friend to you. But this? Hell no. You were not about to let some handsome sleazy guy use you like that. Not in this or any lifetime.

You nearly crush the plastic red cup in your hand before storming out of the house, intentionally pushing past Juyeon’s shoulder in the way as he tries to approach you with the most concerned look you had ever seen on his face.

He ran after you that night. He even dropped on his knees begging for forgiveness in front of a crowd of drunk college people too. Over the top sure, but somehow you knew his apology wasn’t just a one and done thing.

And after the humiliating lecture you gave him as well as the list of promises he had said he will be doing in order to make up for his mistakes, you decided to give him another chance.

In return of accepting his apology, you offered to help him get out of his fuck boy tendencies and be his “guardian angel”. Juyeon was reluctant of the idea at first because it would mean he couldn’t be free to do as he pleased but he eventually gave in. He had to because well… He did owe you a lot for lying to you in the first place.

Somewhere in your mind you knew this could turn out to be a bad idea. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, or however the saying goes. But Juyeon was different.

You knew somewhere in that deep conceited mind of his there was a version of him that was actually a good guy. A guy that can actually learn how to not fool around and maybe one day, find someone worth changing for.

You can tell it was a struggle for him at the beginning. But eventually he started to lessen the flirting, the hookups, the ghosting, and more.

Gone were the days where Juyeon had a line of women wrapped around his fingers (because they were too many of them to count). Dating was still a thing for him, but he had said and even showed you that he would take them seriously and not just move onto the next one as easily as he did before.

Eventually you realized over time that Juyeon turning over a new leaf was also becoming a struggle for you especially at parties when he would come up to you nearly drunk out of his mind, his subconscious would revert back to his old habits and he would act them all out on you.

His hands subtly snaking around your hips, your waist, how he would brush the hair off your neck and leave a warm kiss on shoulder. The way he would smile at you like a lovesick fool, never leaving your side as he attempts to drop his corny pickup lines.

Or the way he would jokingly confess how badly he wanted to kiss you. You knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind, that he was just being his old self. But it really did confuse you because sometimes it felt all too real.

Now you understood why someone could fall so easily for Juyeon. It was second nature to him.

You tried so hard not to give into his appetite especially in those moments. But it was becoming difficult each time since you the crush you had on him from the first day you met was screaming to be set free, desperate to overtake your heart and soul and just allow him to do as he pleased, no matter the consequences.

The many “what-if’s” that crossed your mind when you were alone in your room at night had plagued you constantly. Your walls were starting to crack and it was making you lose your self control around him.

“Maybe one little kiss wouldn’t hu-” No. You shouldn’t. The whole point of staying friends with Juyeon was to guide him to being a better person. It wasn’t about you or how you felt at all!

But… how bad could it be to become selfish just one moment in your life?

“Wow, I’m so tired.” Juyeon plops down on the sofa as you finish up collecting all the empty bottles and cups around the room. After the last bottle was thrown inside the trash bag you washed your hands and plopped right next to him.

You instantly close your eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief, showing the same exhaustion as he felt. As you stay silent and enjoy this quiet moment, Juyeon can’t help but just stare at you. He watches how your chest slowly moves up and down and tries to commit to memory the little details of your face.

You look so beautiful right now, he thinks to himself. As you always have since the first time he saw you. But he pushes down the feeling deep within his gut, having given up pursuing you a while back. But it doesn't hurt to look every once in a while right?

As soon as you open your eyes again, you catch him staring at you with a look in his eyes you can’t quite read. You chuckle at how silly he’s being and turn your body slightly to face him.

“What?” You ask.

“I-It’s nothing.” He shakes his head.

“C’mon, what is it? You can tell me.” You semi pout, and how can Juyeon say no to you?

“I was thinking-”

“Oh no he’s thinking.” You fake gasp and giggle as he playfully nudges your shoulder in return.

“It’s just- I still can’t believe how we ended up as friends despite everything, you know?” He smiles gently.

“Me too.” You respond, “To be honest, if I had known about your reputation before we met I would’ve rejected you that day.”

“Yeah?” Juyeon’s eyes grow wider as he scoots closer to you. He places his hand on your knee, making you become nervous all of a sudden. “And why is that?”

“W-well…” you feel a lump forming in your throat, the way his cologne invades your thoughts and has your head slowly spinning. Is it getting hot in here or is that just you?

“Because, guys like you just aren’t my type that’s all. And well-”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Juyeon interrupts you as he looks into your eyes. You nod in response.

“I haven't been with anyone else ever since that night you confronted me about my behavior.” He pauses for a moment. Dead silence filled the air as he waited for your response while you tried to grasp what he was trying to say.

“Huh? What about that girl you were with last week? Or the one you were texting?” You softly ask.

“I... I lied about them.” Juyeon looks away from you, afraid to look at your reaction. He looks up at the ceiling, pushing down any regret he’s feeling at the moment admitting the truth to you.

“But, why?” Your voice laced with concern.

“It felt wrong to be with those girls. To even think about kissing or touching them the way I would've back then, because…” He looks back at you, his hand on your knee now traveling up to your lap.

“…All I ever thought about in those moments was you.”

You felt your heart running a mile a minute. Eyes widening at his sudden confession.

“God you’re so beautiful it kills me inside.” he raises his hand and cups your jaw, thumb slowly stroking your cheek as his gaze turns into something more than just lust.

You subtly catch him quickly looking at your lips, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as he leans in closer. And with your lips just millimeters apart, he suddenly stops.

“But who am I kidding? I know you don’t see me that way-” Juyeon retracts his head, his face expressing a certain kind of sadness you can’t seem to properly label. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you watch him slowly slip away from you.

“Juyeon I-”

“It’s alright, I’m probably drunk. Just- forget what I said.” He shakes his head, but before he can attempt to get up from the couch, you grab his wrist. “No.” You sternly say.

Juyeon slowly sits back down on the couch and scoots really close to you, thighs pressing against one another. His eyes don’t leave yours, waiting for what you have to say or do.

“S-show me. Show me you mean it. Every word you just said.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that.” Juyeon lunges forward and wastes no time as he leans in to kiss you. His pillowy lips feeling like heaven as he guides your lips with his, both melting into one another like it was always meant to be.

As your arms start to wrap around his neck Juyeon pulls you in closer, his body slowly falls backwards onto the couch. His hands desperately grabbing your hips to make you straddle his lap.

Juyeon whimpers into your mouth as soon as his straining bulge rubs against your core. His member throbs harder as you begin to roll your hips subconsciously.

He’s fucked way too many times to count but for some reason, grinding yourself onto his crotch makes him feel like an untouched virgin all over again.

He swears he can burst inside his boxers any second now if you keep doing this to him, especially with the soft little moans coming out of your mouth that sound so sweet.

Juyeon pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss your neck, mapping out his kisses until he finds the spot that makes you melt into a puddle. He knows he’s found that spot as your moans become louder and drag on longer.

He starts to wrap his arms around your torso and without warning, he flips you both over, making you squeal as he giggles at your reaction. His eager hands waste no time to unbutton your jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck. You slightly push him away as you feel him slowly sneaking one hand into your pants.

“Wait-” You grab his wrist before he goes any further.

“Do you want to stop?” He waits for your answer.

“No it’s not that.” Your eyes close for a moment as you catch your breath.

“It’s- well- It’s been a while I've since done this. I- I might not be good for you.” Juyeon senses the worry in your eyes. He leans down to kiss the space between your eyebrows, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“Oh sweetheart… you’ll always be too good for me.” He smiles down at you. “You sure you still want this?” You nod your head instantly.

“Use your words baby, need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” His hand travels to your neck and gives it a soft squeeze. The act alone is enough to get you dizzy again.

“Want you- want you to touch me, please.” You look up at him so innocently.

Juyeon leans in to kiss you passionately once more, his tongue immediately intertwining with yours. He helps you out of your pants in the process not wanting to pull his lips away from yours until he tugs the hem of your shift and lifts it off, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear on.

His kisses start to travel oh so slowly from your lips all the way to your inner thighs. Juyeon can feel himself pre cumming at the deep inhale of your panty covered core. The wet patch luring him in to kiss it and practically mouth your covered folds.

You let out yet another ethereal moan as your fingers weave through his hair. His hands slowly pull the garter of your underwear down, throwing the damp material behind him as he continues on with his ministrations.

Juyeon wastes no time and grabs the back of your thighs and placing them over his shoulder, making sure that his face is locked onto your throbbing core. He kisses your folds before suddenly darting his warm wet tongue between them, reveling in the taste of you before flicking your sensitive bud. He looks up to watch your reactions, which motivate him to keep on going.

“P-please…” You whine as he hums and sucks on your clit. Juyeon doesn’t even need you to tell him what you want, by the sound of your moans and the way your thighs slowly squeeze his head he knows you’re getting closer to the edge.

He nearly lets go himself when you reach your high without warning, the sudden burst of your essence onto his lips as you moan out his name was something he never thought would feel so divine.

He pulls himself up and goes back to kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue has your core throbbing for him once again. Your hands hastily helping him unbutton his own pants along with his boxers as he pulls them down and kicks them to the side.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive length, your hand instantly wrapping around his member as you stroke him slowly. “Oh s-shit.” He growls into your ear.

“Want you inside me Juyeon, want you to fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. He grabs your wrist to stop, holding his own member as he aligns it with your entrance.

“Don’t want to fuck you-” He mumbles. You pull away from him, confused by his words. His other hand grabs the back of your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“-Want to make love to you.” He whispers into your mouth. And before you know it he’s pushing his entire cock inside you, bottoming out instantly. You both moan into each other’s mouths at the stretch. Juyeon moves his hips slowly as he starts to fuck you deeply, making sure you feel all of him going in and out of your pussy.

Juyeon wishes this moment could last forever, but the way your walls grip onto his member like a vice brings him closer to the edge faster than he had hoped. Especially with how you’re moaning into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck so tight? He was a goner.

He’s never fucked anyone like this before, and now he can’t imagine doing this with anyone else except you.

With every deep thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Each stroke hitting that sweet spot in you has you reaching for the stars.

“Fuck Juyeon, you’re gonna make me cum again.” You whine as the wet sounds you're both making has you feeling dizzy.

“C’mon sweetheart, cum on my cock. God you can keep cumming on my cock as much as you want I don’t care.” His thrusts start to pick up the pace. “I’m yours forever.”

Those three words were enough to snap the coil within, breathing heavily as your walls flutter around his length. You’re so caught up in your own head you don’t realize Juyeon uttering a string of whimpers until you feel him quickly pull out his cock and blow his load all over your stomach.

The both of you take a moment to calm down from your highs before Juyeon gets up to each for the box of tissue on the coffee table. You watch him gently clean you up before he pulls his boxers back on to find your discarded underwear and also helps you put it back on.

He hovers above you before leaning down to leave small kisses around your face and on your lips. You caress his cheek slowly as he leans into your touch.

“Did you mean it? Everything you said?” You softly ask him.

“Down to every letter.” He responds. “But… I think you broke me.”

“Broke you? How?” You playfully scrunch your eyebrows at him.

“Don’t want to see myself with anyone else now.”

“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow. “And how should I fix it then?” He smirks and kisses you again,

“Let me take you out on a date and we’ll call it even.”

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Faded With You

✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, marijuana usage, reader and eric are both high, high sex, no actual description of smoking but the after effects are extremely present, cowgirl and missionary position, riding, unprotected sex (sigh…), creampie, marking, kissing, cursing, dirty talk, an ounce of dumbification, pet names, ‘daddy kink’ ‘cause hell yeah

✦ word count: 3k words

✧ synopsis: two words: high sex

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“Your eyes are so red.” you chuckled, amused in seeing the expansion of blood vessels decorating the whites of his eyes, and how glassy they appear.

The front row view of his stoned expression is captivating. You sat fully over his cock shoved up your tight, dripping hole, heart racing from a mixture of the THC coursing through your bloodstream and from adjusting to the heated sensation of his length inside you.

Unable to resist, your body leaned forward to reach out and cup his chiseled face, obsessed with how extra hot he looked when he’s smoked.

He can say the same for you. Your face and mannerisms mirrored his own: eyelids swollen and wearing a smiley, playful expression that hadn’t faltered one bit since the effects of the cannabis hit your system.

His cock pulsed with its own beats while wrapped and smothered by your slick walls, especially from the sight of that sultry, yet cute look on your face.

“So are yours. Such a pretty baby.” he purrs with a dopey smile, hands running down along your backside to settle over your rear.

Your craving and fervent feelings for one another are exchanged through lips, devouring at the other’s plump appendage.

Earth and piney flavors danced over your tongues, sloppily puckering and nipping lips despite the cotton mouth that’s threatening to creep upon you both.

The racy rate you’re moving at has you rolling your hips over his length, breaths needy as you’re already overwhelmed with passion for Eric just from the kissfest and being stuffed with his hearty cock.

He was also feeling out of this world. The subtle but desperate rubs of your pussy over his cock paired with your fleshy breasts and erect nipples pushing and prodding into his pecs provoked him further, over and over again.

Kisses grew more demanding and urgent, too impatient and sexually charged to demonstrate how strong the appetite and lust for the other person is.

Suddenly his lips string feverishly along your jawline and neck, moving his hands to hold the back of your head steady, trailing his lips to every inch and corner of your skin he’s able to reach.

His mouth does work to bless all your weak and sensitive spots, licking his lips and licking a stripe up your neck before leaving more traces of his affection.

Gentle bites in between kisses are going straight to your core, sizzling inside from the lovemaking towards your nerves, and swooning over the fact that his efforts are firm enough that’ll leave blotches of him behind.

His mouth climbs up to your ear, giving your lobe kitten licks before capturing different parts of it in his mouth, brushing his lips over it playfully and messily giving it open-mouthed kisses like the devilish-fuck that he is.

Any sensation is too heightened right now, so you’re practically gone, unable to breathe just from the faintest touch from Eric. You mewled shamelessly repeatedly, whining from the profuse ecstasy, but also for more where it aches the most.

“Use me, baby. Fuck me like a good girl.” Eric rasps into your ear, dragging his teeth faintly over it before pulling you back, lazy grin encouraging you to finally ride him.

So you sit up, rocking your hips slowly to start off, airy moans voiced out your throat.

Your palms rest flat over his torso, holding onto him as you get a kick out of how his girthy length is so full and heavy inside your hole, the weight and crammed feeling making you throb and squeeze.

“Good, baby, good. Such a good girl; doing so good. Just relax, ‘kay?” he praises through groans, smoothing over your ass cheeks. His lower lip gets put in between his teeth, the grip your walls had on him felt like his cock was being choked and already on the verge of being milked.

Your pussy does adjust when he reassures you with his husky words that were low but still dripped with honey. It spurs you to give his cock a thrilling awakening.

You actually start to ride his dick, testing out a mellow pace when raising your body just enough over his shaft before plopping carefully back down.

Your eyes lock with his own, growing even hornier with the way those dark, droopy and daring eyes of his focused on you. He was absorbed in how your naked figure caressed his cock with every passing and spring. How you were truly bent on bringing out the animalistic and saucy side of you to prove to him how much he meant to you in an intimate way.

Eric was such a wonderful boyfriend that he always made you feel sexy, but right now, you believe the weed is playing a good part in aiding him for that.

The weed gave you amplified confidence and desire to be the best girl to him, craving to make him feel good.

You varied your techniques, alternating between speeds and occasionally bouncing giddily and lifting up your ass carefully to provide him with solid strokes.

To make it even better, you tilted forward a bit to get the angle just right, sighing contentedly. You bring your hands up towards your mounds, squeezing them and groping your own supple breasts, providing yourself with extra stimulation as you continue to slide your pussy over his shaft.

Eric’s eyes never leave your figure, dilated pupils fixed on every bounce you make, the way you toyed with your tits and the loose, fleshy skin of yours shaking with every movement.

It’s so appealing, so beautiful seeing you on top. You’re working hard for him and yourself, feeble breaths and spaced out expression intently watching him back.

This current uncensored view and sex never got old. You sent his mind and cock into sparks and a frenzy each and every time. You were a sacred piece of work.

You devoted yourself to his cock during moments like these. Every rise and fall was powered by your sexual drive and burning desire for Eric.

“Fuck, daddy…” you moaned, using that special nickname reserved for heated times like now or whenever you wanted to rile him up.

His cock and breaths responded strongly, dick throbbing and throat grunting when you referred to him as such.

“Love when you call me that— fuck, hon.”

He pinches at your rear before double slapping your butt with both hands, arching your back as a result of the unexpected impact paired with euphonious whines.

“Fucking yourself dumb, huh? Yeah? Feels good, don’t it?” he teases your elevated and clapped-out state, finding his baby so cute when his cock makes you lose your mind.

There is no perfect way to describe the elation you’re in. It’s not like your stupid brain could think of anything coherent under these circumstances, anyways. How could you while you were air-headed, brain cells declining from the high off dick and weed.

The room carried no sense of decency, the potent smell of pot intertwining with the various pheromones excreting your active bodies.

You’d compare being on top to a ride to heaven; there’s no negative energy, mind fogged out. Carrying no weight on your shoulders, instead, you’re filled up with that weight of his thick erection shoved up in between your legs, blessing your sex.

You’re closer to reaching fulfillment and enlightenment with every breath and bounce. While satisfying, your body can only withstand moving in such a way for so long. Yes, your libido was skyrocketing while high, but riding cock grew tiring fast.

You let up on your riding, directing your attention elsewhere while you recharge for a bit.

Refusing to fully take a break in showing his body delight, you run your hands up and down over his toned abs, tracing the pronounced shadows and lines that made your pussy pound with attraction.

He held your gaze as you loved up on his abdominal muscles, still panting as you raked your hands over him so sensually.

The look in your eyes was carnivorous, one that held motives of a succubus. An ungodly, playful glint in your eyes made his inflamed cock throb, his nerves and thoughts shaking and anticipating your next move.

You stick your tongue fully out, dragging it upwards from above his navel, all the way up to his sternum.

The sensation of your flexible, fleshy muscle moving throughout his body hangs heavy over him. His adam’s apple bobs at your act, skin shivering yet sultry.

You let your tongue circle and run laps over his pecs, coating his chest with your DNA. Hungry, enthusiastic kisses were pressed and left deep into his chest.

You even teased his firm nipples, teasingly tickling them with frisky flicks. It made him whimper and buck his hips up as you had all the control, leaving him to twitch and forced to submit to letting you have your fun with his body— which, he honestly cannot complain. He’s clearly responding nicely, writhing and whining from the lavish attention underneath you.

It increasingly becomes more dangerous for him. Your lips enclose over one of his nipples, starting to messily kiss at his tit and suck with devout. Your hands cling onto his body, gripping at his skin as his also did, too sucked into the moment.

“You dirty, baby— fuck.” he groans, pinching at one of your ass cheeks with his fingers as you continued to salivate and stuff your face into his pecs.

You were insatiable. You pushed yourself further down into him, predatory as your mouth moved madly.

There was this overwhelming inclination to swallow and suck every square inch of skin you can reach. Your lips and tongue attack and swirl all over his sexy build, hopelessly enraptured by his entire being.

“Like that, daddy?” you breathlessly murmured, grinding down into him as your insistent make out continues, moaning pathetically every time your clit rubs against his pelvis.

Eric growls, having had just enough of your teasing and uninhibited behavior. The ultimate rattle to his cage is when your teething becomes extra gritty, too invested in biting and sucking like you’re famished.

He whimpers and hisses quietly, trying to keep himself from busting now. He can’t allow you to milk him dry before he entertains your pretty little self some more.

In the blink of an eye, your positions are reversed. You find yourself flipped over with your back against the mattress, pushed down and caged by his weight.

You squealed as he now hovers over your form, raggedly breathing with a keen gaze. He couldn’t bear letting you continue with your love bites to your heart’s content, for he couldn’t fight his own temptations to fuck you senseless.

The battle for dominance ends with him on top, cupping your cheek with his right hand while giving you a knowing look, that same titillating look that only seemed to further enrich as the weed possessed your body.

“My turn.” he utters, then snaps his hips awfully rough into you, cock pushed deep into your cunt, friction felt on your clit from his move.

You gasped, body reacting with a jerk up into him. Eric groans lowly, his turn now to fall into the spot between your breasts. His pounds into you are intense but uneven as he’s stuffing his face with your ample, jutted tits.

He delves into your mounds, sucking and slobbering over them, his weight and movements over and inside of you putting you into a trance.

His mouth taints your skin with visible sentiment that’d ensure you have a reminder of how much Eric really does admire you.

He then makes his way up to where he nipped and kissed the skin of your neck, persisting with his mouth. Going over those spots again would definitely create darker and long-lasting marks— of which, you’d be pissed at him for how slutty he would make you look, and what a bitch it is to cover up. But in the heat of the moment, your pussy and mouth purrs for him to have his way with you.

“I always take care of you, don’t I?” he says with a breathy chuckle, voice tickling the nerves and hairs on your neck.

Nothing comes out of you but broken moans, his kisses and fatty cock sucking the comprehensibility and clarity out from you.

“Say ‘yeah’, baby.” he commands nicely, falling back into your tits to give your pretty buds a couple more kitten licks and flicks.

“Yeah, ah,” you croaked, back arching up into him, your own tongue hanging loosely out like the dumb baby you are.

Eric smirks, wetting his lips and then directing full focus and charge into his thrusts and rhythm, ramming his dick in and out of you.

The pace and his control has every fiber of your being absorbed and bewitched by his manhood drilling inside your fluttering hole. Your body lay vulnerable and frail, allowing your boyfriend to blow your senses, working on finishing the job for the both of you.

Through heavy lids, you watched him fuck you. He grunted repeatedly, face flushed and glowing in sweat.

The movement of strands of hair that fell messily over his forehead, and the swinging of his silver chain is beyond arousing. Occasionally, the jewelry tickled your chest, dangling in the air between you two otherwise. The gorgeous view as he lays the pipe makes it hard to look away— even with how your eyes are threatening to draw shut from the strong, sweet pleasure.

“You’re all mine, eh?” Tell me… you mine?” he utters gravely, his hot breath practically touching you.

Your hands are holding onto his back, sharp nails digging into his shoulder blades, the depth matching his strokes: deep and hard.

You were so consumed in his efforts that you clung onto him to keep yourself from completely drifting away mentally. Marks and scratches would probably blemish his back, but neither of you seemed to mind it. If anything, your clawing only gave him more of a rush, knowing that you were on the verge of falling apart because of him.

“Mhmmm… yeah, daddy!!!” you manage to speak in between desperate breaths, eyes watery as you’re growing tense and increasingly tingly.

The sounds of you crying and huffing over the way he moves and feels inside you has his cock swelling. Making you break sounded so harmonious.

Your heartbeat was fucking kicking, an overwhelming, itching tension was present in your lower region. You were beginning to crack, clenching over his girth as the sensation was achingly intense. As a result, you continued to whimper, so breathy and whiny.

“C’mon, baby… you gon’ cum for daddy?” Eric voices with a throaty tone, his breath traveling down your neck as he nudges his nose affectionately against it, inhaling your sexy sex sweat while he fucks you through your incoming orgasm.

That rich voice of his makes you melt, nails digging into his skin harder if that’s even possible, head tilted and noises broken, yet emotive and glorious.

“Mhm— yeah. Wanna cum for, ah—daddy!” a big cry comes out from you, pushing up on your toes with an elevated heart rate and ringing in your ears as you feel yourself burst.

Eric lets a prolonged groan out, dick feeling some of your muscular contractions and how instantly silkier, wetter, and warmer your cunt became.

His hips start stuttering into you and throat rumbles, a couple last uneven jerks into you and he’s spurting drops of his seed into your heated hole.

“Ah, fuckkkk. Fuck… my baby.” his voice comes out unsteady, slightly whiny. He ensures every last drop gets gushed out of him and into your warm sex. Emptied out, his body gives out and fully falls into you.

While your craving was appeased, your body felt heavy and tired. The orgasm was so long awaited that you twitched a bit, legs practically numb and brain miles away, everything blank and faint.

You felt like a harp that has been strummed, vibrating, yet in a dreamy frame of mind as the buzz of orgasm hit you.

You can barely process Eric’s movements on top of you, his heavy breaths and cock growing limp inside of you now that he’s busted.

He carefully pulls out of your beat-pussy, moving your limp body to switch positions and rest your weight on top of him, head laying on his bare chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing and thumping heartbeat while it tries to regulate again.

“So proud of you, hon.” Eric coos once you’ve both settled, dropping a few affectionate kisses into your hair, caressing your glowing spine to soothe your body.

You two rest comfortably pressed together for a moment. The free hand of his moves behind his head, looking up at the ceiling with nothing but a floaty, fuzzy feeling in his body. He continues rubbing slowly along your back, savoring the peaceful intimacy that came after a good time.

After some time, Eric lets the responsibility of getting you two cleaned up hit him. He takes note of your lack of movement, thinking he ought to remind you to go freshen up.

“Hey, sweet girl. You asleep?” he murmurs, stroking at your skin and letting the hairs of your head tickle his nose as he brushes it back and forth in attempt to get you to react.

“We gotta get you cleaned up. Gotta go use the bathroom, Hm?”

Nothing but a weary moan comes out from you. You merely snuggled further into his warm pecs, still in a dream-like state as you lowkey did fall asleep, and you refused to be bothered.

It was too comfortable and tiring to get up. You were sure your legs would turn into jelly and plummet if you got up— or, you’d be sore as fuck to move a muscle.

Honestly, Eric didn’t have the energy in him either. He just wanted to look out for his baby and ensure you both are clean. As sexy as it was to feel the fluids run down from your bodies, and as sweet as it was to feel the exchange of heat through each other’s bodies, you’d regret it if you don’t get up.

“Five more minutes… only ‘cause you’re too cute right now.” he huffs out, feeling more like he’s telling himself that instead of you, as you’re basically checked out.

Until you do the darling thing of kissing at his chest, a small gesture of acknowledgment that raises a grin on his face.

“Just five more minutes.”

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helionepho · 26 days ago

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One Hell of a Ride

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ a kim sunwoo oneshot au ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairing: biker!sunwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut 18+, bestfriend to lovers (?)

warnings: possessive!sunwoo, dom!sunwoo, suggestive, explicit content, smut (MDNI), kissing, make-out, groping, a little bit of oral (fem!reader receiving), cursing, pet names (goddess, princess, babe, baby), creampie, unprotected sex (fem!reader on pill ofc), fingering, jealous sex, slight edging, cockwarming

wc: 4.1k

summary: when your bestfriend Kim Sunwoo—who just so happens to lead a notorious biker gang—shows up to escort you to Eric's birthday party on his Ducati, the night takes a thrilling, dangerous turn.

The elevator door slid open with a soft chime, and your heels echoed against your apartment lobby’s marble floor.

You were wearing an enchanting black short dress that hugged every curve of your body, a perfect blend of sultry and sophisticated.

Outside, the city lights painted the night in hues of amber and blue. That’s when you saw him.

Kim Sunwoo.

Leaning casually against his black Ducati Panigale V4 S. His beloved beast, that's what he always called.

He looked like he’d just stepped straight out of a crime noir film—wearing a black leather jacket that clung to him like a shadow, sleek and unapologetically bold, paired with dark jeans, silver rings glinting under the streetlamp. He spun his helmet lazily on one finger, then looked up.

And froze.

His gaze dropped. He found himself captivated by the view—you. The way the dress flaunted the curvaceous lines of your body, his gaze roamed hungrily over your figure.

“Damn, (Y/N).” His eyes wandered down your figure, and he couldn’t help letting out a low whistle of approval as you approached him.

You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t look so surprised, silly. I have to step up on my looks since Eric’s parties are always packed with gorgeous people.”

Sunwoo straightened up, raking a hand through his black hair.

“(Y/N), you’re gonna give someone a heart attack.” He said, mentally cursed inside by the fact that he couldn’t grab you over and touch you right here and there.

You stopped right in front of him, one brow raised as you took in the motorbike.

“Wait. That’s my ride?” You asked, but not in a mocking way, more like in a surprised tone. “I thought you said you’d bring your car.”

Sunwoo shrugged, lips curling into a smirk.

“I was going to. But…” —he held out the helmet to you— “You already knew that I’m a biker. Besides, motorbike’s faster. We’ll beat traffic… Or maybe I just like having you close.”

You gave him a look, arms crossed.

“My exposed thighs will draw attention on the road, you know?”

He stepped closer, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip.

“Let 'em look—just imagine all those eyes trying not to crash while staring at your sexy thighs, entertainment for night ride.” He gave you a smug smirk. “And if anyone dare to stare too long, I’ve got a louder engine and a darker glare. Now hop on, goddess, the road’s waiting.”

He grinned when your eyes flickered—not quite flustered, but not unaffected either. You snatched the helmet out of his hand and mumbled something under your breath, which only made him grin wider.

***

The Ducati purred like a beast as you climbed on behind him, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

You felt his shoulders stiffen for a split second—then relax, as if he could breathe better with you pressed your chest against his back. There was something oddly satisfying about having you holding onto him like that.

He couldn’t stop the thoughts of your boobs pressed on his back and how badly he wanted you, but he pushed it aside for now and revved the engine once and turned his head slightly.

“Hold on tight.”

“Don’t drive too fast.” You nagged, resting your chin on his shoulder. You could smell his cologne clearly now.

He only smirked as an answer.

The bike roared to life and sliced through the midnight city, wind in your hair and the city skyline racing past in blurs of neon.

***

Sunwoo’s Ducati slid into a narrow alley beside the upscale lounge Eric had rented out, its engine purring low before falling silent. Music spilled out from the rooftop terrace above, bass vibrating through the pavement.

He pulled off his helmet, ruffling his already-messy hair with one hand as he helped you off the motorbike.

His hand instinctively went to your waist a second longer than necessary. Like he needed to touch you, even in the smallest way. His fingers flexed against the smooth fabric of your black dress before he let go—reluctantly.

You pulled off the helmet and flashed him a relief smile.

“I survived.”

He leaned in, brushing a thumb along your temple as he fixed a stray strand.

“Barely. I had to keep reminding myself not to crash with you pressed against me like that.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t miss the flicker in his eyes—like he meant every word.

“You come inside with me, right?” You asked. “I mean… I don’t really know much people there except Eric and his close friends.”

“You think I’m letting you go in there alone?” he scoffed dramatically. “Oh no no no, princess—I personally delivered you on my motorbike, which officially makes me your designated bodyguard-slash-chaos partner for the night.”

He leaned in a little, voice dipping just enough to make your heart stutter.

“I’m not gonna let you get eaten alive by Eric’s pack of extrovert gremlins. Stick close, yeah? I hate when things I care about start wandering.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you the one who’s going to be wandering around? There will be lots of sexy and pretty girls inside.”

“There is only one sexy and pretty girl I’m interested in tonight.” He said, eyes on you while he started lingering his hand around your waist. “Let’s go inside.”

***

Inside, the lounge was already packed. Music pulsed low, deep enough to thump in your ribs.

Your heels clicked against the tile as you entered, Sunwoo close at your side. Too close. His hand rested low on your back, not possessive—but definitely protective.

Heads turned. Instantly. Since you both made quite an entrance.

You were stunning—the short black dress sculpted to your figure like it was made just for you, skin kissed by the lights and your aura untouchable. But what made the room really stare… was him.

Kim Sunwoo, walking beside you like he owned the night. Leather jacket, messy hair, sharp smirk—the kind of boy mothers warned their daughters about. The air around him buzzed with trouble.

And yet… his hand was firm on your waist. Like he was warning the room: She’s not alone.

Girls looked you up and down, some with open envy, some with eyes that screamed why her?

Guys? They didn’t even hide it. Their gazes dragged over your bare legs, your hips, your curves like you were on display.

Sunwoo noticed. He couldn’t care less about the attention of this party. He only wanted you.

“You look way too good tonight,” Sunwoo leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “No wonder they’re staring.”

You elbowed him lightly, whispering back, “Don’t be so close, dummy. Girls are literally throwing me death glares right now.”

He only chuckled, unbothered, but didn’t move away.

***

You finally reached the center of the room, where Eric was surrounded by his usual circle of friends and attention.

“Happy birthday, Eric.” You smiled, giving him a warm hug.

“Didn’t think you’d show up, (Y/N). You’re not the type who enjoys a party like this.” Eric then glanced over at Sunwoo beside you. His gaze flicked to Sunwoo’s hand, still casually resting on your waist. “Are you two… together or something?”

Sunwoo tilted his head, smirking and nonchalant. “Does it look like that?”

“No! No, we’re not,” you cut in quickly, almost too quickly. “We’re just… came together. On his bike.”

Eric just laughed. He then glanced over at Sunwoo again, “Still running your biker crew like a gang of misfits?”

Sunwoo only grinned. “Still faster than your overpriced car, I bet.”

There were laughs, but you were already scanning the room for drinks.

“I’ll grab us something.” You gave Sunwoo a small smile and turned toward the bar.

He watched you walk away. Eyes dark. Shoulders tense.

“You’re whipped,” Eric said beside him.

Sunwoo didn’t look away.

“No,” he said calmly. “Just very, very aware of what’s going to be mine.”

***

At the bar, a guy was already trying to make conversation with you. He looked like someone who knew he was hot—confident grin, one hand resting too comfortably on the counter beside your arm.

But somehow, the way he was ogling your body makes you a bit uncomfortable. His gaze flicked down from your boobs to your ass.

“So… You came here with that guy in leather?” he asked, tone just light enough to be a joke.

You raised a brow. “That guy in leather has a name.”

“And are you his…?” he leaned closer, suddenly resting his hand on your back, almost closer to your ass. “Because if you’re not—”

That was as far as he got.

The guy removed his hand from you the moment Sunwoo stepped in between, his body just like a shield, his eyes pure threat. That usual cocky smirk of his? Gone. This was the Sunwoo most people feared.

Biker gang leader, and not the playful kind.

“Don’t touch what’s not yours.”

The voice came low. Cold. Velvet wrapped around a blade.

“Woah, relax, man,” the guy laughed nervously, trying to mask how fast he stepped back. “Didn’t know she was taken.”

“Now you do.”

Sunwoo’s stare didn’t waver. And the guy didn’t need another warning—he was gone in seconds, melting back into the crowd.

You stood there for a moment, heart pounding—not because of the guy, but because of Sunwoo. The way his jaw clenched. The way his hand lingered on your arm, checking you like you might’ve broken.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.

You nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

The two of you stepped aside, finding a quieter corner near the glass railing again. Sunwoo didn’t say anything at first—just stood beside you, knuckles still faintly pale.

You looked at him, warmth blooming in your chest.

***

The rooftop buzzed behind you—music, lights, laughter—but none of it mattered. Not when Sunwoo was still standing too close, his jaw clenched from what just happened.

You had no idea if it was anger, adrenaline… or something else entirely.

Your breath was still catching in your throat from the way he’d stepped in earlier—protective, fierce, like the whole world could go to hell if someone looked at you wrong.

“Sunwoo…” you started, but your voice barely made it past the rush of your pulse.

He looked at you—sharp, unreadable—and then suddenly grabbed your hand.

“Come with me.”

“Wha—Sunwoo, where—?”

But he didn’t answer.

He pulled you fast through the terrace crowd, cutting through the haze of lights and bodies like it meant nothing, until he pushed open a heavy side door that led into the lounge’s private hallway. There, he found the first door unlocked, shoved it open, and pulled you inside.

Click.

The door shut behind you with a solid, final sound.

The room was dimly lit—just a single warm lamp near the far wall, illuminating a soft velvet couch and a small bar cart. Empty. Silent. Just the two of you. Even the loud noise outside was barely heard.

He didn’t waste a second.

He turned and pinned you against the wall with a breathless kind of urgency, one hand landing flat beside your head, the other curling possessively around your waist.

“Look what happened when you’re wandering alone in this fucking dress without me next to you.” His tone cold, voice low and raw, eyes sharp—flashing a frustration aura.

“I tried to be good tonight,” he muttered. “Tried to act like your normal bestfriend.”

His eyes searched yours, wild with restraint.

“But then I saw that dirty bastard touching you—and you let him talk to you—and I fucking snapped.”

You still couldn’t answer. Not when he was this close. Not when the heat of his body was wrapping around yours, making it hard to think.

“Do you know how long I’ve been dying to do this?”

And before you could even blink, his pillowy lips crashed into yours.

Hard.

Desperate.

Like he’d been starving for you and finally broke.

You gasped against his mouth, and that was all the permission he needed.

As you closed your eyes, you kissed him back—just as fiercely. Fingers sliding up under his leather jacket, gripping on his back.

Sunwoo bit your lower lip, slipping his tongue inside your mouth like a hungry predator. Savoring your taste as if it were a drug.

His hands were on you instantly—your waist, your hips, your back—gripping, pulling, pressing you into him like he couldn’t stand the space that still existed between your bodies.

“You drive me insane,” he breathed between kisses, his mouth moving along your jaw, down your neck. “Wearing that fucking dress. Letting other people see you when you’re mine.”

“Sunwoo,” you gasped, not sure if it was a warning or a plea.

“You are,” he growled, voice rough, lips still grazing on the skin of your neck. “Even if you don’t say it, you are.”

Sunwoo’s plump lips moved from your neck up to your jaw. He nipped softly there before he kissed your lips again—deeper this time, slower. Less like fire and more like possession. His hand slid to the back of your thigh, pulling one of your legs up against his waist, pressing you tighter against the wall.

You could barely breathe. Barely think. Only feel.

He pressed his hips to yours. You could feel his clothed length slowly growing harder against you, making you let out a soft moan on his lips.

But then, as if something hit him, he slowed. His lips hovered over yours. His thumb brushed along your cheek, soft again.

“You okay?” he murmured. “Say stop if you want to. I will.”

You shook your head, heart pounding as you looked into his dark eyes.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

His forehead dropped to yours, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.

“Fuck.”

He kissed you again—this time not from urgency—but from need. Sunwoo kissed you like he’d been waiting for decades, like the tension between you two had finally snapped.

His hands roamed boldly over your curves, fingertips grazing down the sides of your dress like he was memorizing the way it wrapped around you—how easy it would be to peel it off. His lips dragged hotly down your neck, nipping at the skin just beneath your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured into your skin. “Walking around looking like this. Letting me touch you and pretend it means nothing.”

“It doesn’t mean nothing…” you whispered before you could stop yourself.

That made him pause for half a beat—just long enough to lock eyes with you, fire flickering in his gaze.

“Say that again.”

You didn’t.

You pulled him down instead, crashing your lips into his, letting your kiss say everything else.

He groaned against your mouth—low and guttural—gripping your hips tighter as he ground into you, letting you feel again just how hard his cock ached for you. You felt your walls down there twitching at the friction. Your hands tangled into his shirt, tugging it up slightly, fingers grazing hot skin underneath.

“You’re killing me, (Y/N),” he breathed between kisses, voice strained. “Tell me to stop before I cross the line.”

“Then cross it.” You said with a breathless panting.

That was it.

Sunwoo spun you gently, pressing your back against the door now, hands everywhere—wanted to feel more of you.

He unzipped your dress, pulling it down easily as your fingers worked at his belt, fumbling slightly when he sucked on your lower lip and whispered filth that made your stomach clench.

In seconds, your dress already fell off to the floor. He threw his leather jacket away and removed his shirt, topless now, only wearing his dark jeans.

Your strapless push-up bra already gone and showed your beautiful breast to him. Leaving you only in your red silky panties and heels.

“You’re… breathtaking.” Sunwoo’s breath hitched at the sight of you. His gaze admiring your naked body from up and down, drooling over you as if you were a fine sculpture. “It’s like you were made to ruin me.”

His fingers brushed your bare waist softly before he grabbed both of your legs and hiked it around his waist, lifted you effortlessly as he held your ass so you wouldn’t fall. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him.

Sunwoo rocked his clothed hard length against your wet red panties with a rhythm that made you gasp into his mouth. “Aahh—” You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the slick friction of thin fabric against his jeans not nearly enough.

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve been dreaming of this,” he said, biting softly at your collarbone. “Your moans. Your naked body. The way you’d feel wrapped around me.”

You whined at his words, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed open-mouthed kisses across your breast.

“S-Sunwoo!”

“God dammit, say my name like that again and I’ll lose it.”

He dipped his head lower, leaving a hot trail of kisses down your sternum. His tongue flicked over your breast again, warm and slow, before he nipped gently and sucked your hard nipple until a soft mark bloomed there—his signature, possessive and unashamed.

You arched into him, clutching his hair, completely consumed.

There was nothing polite about the way he touched you—he was worshipping you with his mouth, claiming space with his hands, and letting every repressed feeling he’d ever had for you spill out, unfiltered.

“Fuck, baby. You're mine tonight,” he murmured, voice rough.

“Mmph,” you could only moan as an answer.

He growled—actually growled—and carrying you further into the room, your legs still wrapping around his hips. Your heels fell off to the floor.

Sunwoo laid you across the plush velvet couch there. Your back touched the cushion. He hovered above you, eyes dark with something raw—something aching—as he trailed hot kisses from your breast down to your stomach, hands slid up your thighs, slow and teasing.

Your body ached for more, burning with every touch, every moan, every look.

He pulled down your red panties—the only fabric left on your body—and revealed your already drenched folds. Sunwoo’s hard cock twitched at the arousal sight of how wet he already made you.

“Already this wet for me?” He asked, gently rubbing your wet folds with his fingers. His thumb playing with your clit as he parted your wet folds open with his hand. Your juice dripping slowly, your inside walls creased and made him lose his mind.

He leaned his head closer to your parted wet folds, licking the inside of it slowly with his tongue. Wiping all the juices there and then sucking out your pussy hungrily.

“F-fuck, Sunwoo—!” You gasped and squirmed. Instantly closing your thighs, but Sunwoo didn’t let you. He held your thigh with his other hand, gripping the flesh just enough to make you stop squirming.

“Behave.” He lifted up his head up, smirking at you. “Your cunt taste so good.”

And when he finally slipped two digits of his fingers inside your wet folds—You knew there was no going back.

Not from him.

Your walls contracting around his fingers inside. Your teary eyes rolled up as you felt breathless and pleasured all at once.

“Mmh—Sunwoo—"

“Fuck…” He cursed again, curling his two digits inside your walls as he was finger-fucking you deeper. His fingers rubbed the spot inside you, which made you feel so weak.

Your vision was blurry, breath shakier.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, voice low, husky, barely more than a growl.

“D-don’t!” You almost whined.

That made him chuckle—but only for a second. Then his mouth was on your breast again, sucking your nipple to give you more pleasure.

A soft, muted glow barely illuminated the room, and the only sound was the ragged pace of your breathing tangled with his.

You were so high that you felt slowly getting closer to your release. Sunwoo noticed. He knew, so he stopped. It made you frown and glance at him.

He moved out his drenched fingers from your cunt. You were still panting, cheeks burning when you saw him licking two of his fingers he just used to fuck inside you earlier. The sight looked so erotic to you.

With a swift motion, Sunwoo peeled off his dark jeans and carelessly tossed it aside. You could see it clearly now—his hard cock under that supreme underwear he wore. A small dot of pre-cum tainted there.

“You like the view?” He teased, gently guiding your hand for you to touch his clothed member.

You blushed. It was so hard as rock and so big on your palm. You gently rubbed his hard length and then squeezed it, making a low groan escaping from his plump lips.

“Ah, fuck!” he cursed and leaned his body down toward you. You quickly pulled down his underwear, revealing that hard veiny length. He tossed his underwear out of sight.

His hands roamed over your bare skins again, fingers trailing over every curve like he needed to memorize your body with touch alone. He kissed down your neck, dragging his teeth gently across the sensitive spot that made your back arch.

He pressed down his hard cock to your open folds—not inside yet, just grinding gently there, touching your clit and sending vibration across your body.

A rush of euphoria surged through you. You felt lightheaded at the way he was grinding his veiny cock to your clit.

“Look at me,” he said, cupping your cheek.

You did.

“Say it. What do you want?”

“You… Inside…”

Sunwoo smirked, still grinding his cock but slower, full of teasing. And you couldn’t stand waiting any longer.

“Just... put it in!” You begged, panting.

“Where is your please, baby?” He teased, again.

“P-please!”

And when your nerves prickled with impatience, he used his hand to push his hard cock inside your hole.

“Ahh!” You screamed in pleasure. Eyes shut instantly.

“F-fuck…” His breath trembled as he buried his face under your jaw. A dreamy numbness spread through his body. He had never felt this good before. As if the world around him twisted, unreal.

Sunwoo pushed into you deeper and deeper, murmuring your name into your neck.

He moved slowly at first, grounding you with every thrust, his hips rocking into yours with a steady rhythm that drove you wild. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him impossibly closer.

Your tight walls pulsating around his cock inside.

“You feel…” he gasped, “so fucking good, babe. So damn tight.”

The stretch, the weight of him—it was everything. The burn was exquisite, a slow drag of pleasure that had your fingers curling into his back and your head falling against the couch.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured against your collarbone.

You couldn’t even focus on his words.

Your nails raked down his back, drawing a hiss from him as he buried his face into your neck, biting down softly to muffle a moan. His movements became rougher, hungrier, as you met him thrust for thrust, sweat beading at your temples.

“Sunwoo—”

“Say it again,” he groaned. “Say my name when I’m inside you.”

You choked on a moan, whispering his name again and again as his hand slipped beneath your thigh, angling you deeper.

You’re finally at your peak. It was getting closer for you to cum. “S-Sunwoo—! Cum! I’m going to cum!”

“Me too, babe…” His movements picking up into something desperate—beautifully unrestrained, bodies moved in perfect rhythm, every grind and thrust pulling you both closer to the edge.

And finally, you came undone. He followed—groaning your name into your neck as he cum inside you, his body trembling against yours.

He filled you completely, like you were made for him. He didn’t move right away. He kept his cock inside until his last seeds fully dripping out into you.

“You’re mine,” he panted against your lips.

“I’m yours,” you said breathlessly. “I’ve always been.”

That broke something in him.

You held him. His forehead against you.

Just breathed.

And when he finally pulled back just enough to see your face, his fingers brushed your cheek tenderly.

“(Y/N)... Let's do a second round.” He gave you that boyish grin.

“Huh?”

“At my place. You rode my Ducati earlier and it made me jealous, y'know? I want you to ride me next.”

Your hand smacked his arm instinctively, and he immediately pouted, rubbing the spot with dramatic offense.

You rolled your eyes, trying to stifle the laugh building in your throat—but it escaped anyway.

And when you laughed, he smiled like it was the only sound that mattered.

“I’m never letting you go now,” he whispered, not as a threat—but as a vow.

You didn’t answer.

You just pulled him down to kiss you.

And he kissed you like it was the first time all over again.

Like the night was still young,

And you were his new favorite ride.

***

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cupidjyu · 3 months ago

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did it work? (please work)

sunwoo x reader

when you notice a new and cute barista working at your favorite cafe, disappointingly, your first impression is that he's just a flirt. but, once his eyes land on you, he's an absolute mess, unable to come up with a single pick-up line.

genre: cafe au, loser barista sunwoo, reader who likes to tease, flirting (sometimes successful), flowers and iced chai lattes <3, confessions, getting together, kissing notes: surprise! word count: 6k

There’s a certain ambience that you’ve always adored when it comes to cafes. There’s the familiar hiss of the coffee machine as well as the soothing chatter of the customers–you like to eavesdrop on some of their conversations for the fun of it. Then, there’s the warm lighting and the gorgeous decorations such as vases full of well-kept plants.

Oh, and there’s a really cute barista right there behind the counter.

A new barista, one that you’ve never seen before. You’ve been coming to this cafe for years, so much that you’ve even become close friends with the staff and have practically tried everything on the menu. Well, except for the experimental concoction that Eric, one of the baristas you do know, attempts to convince you to try. You’d much rather not be poisoned, thank you very much.

But this barista, whom you can’t even get a glimpse of his nametag from where you’re standing, is… well, if you can’t say cute again, then he’s certainly a captivating sight. His hair curls slightly at the ends, falling over his face in the loveliest way. His eyes are bright and caring as he listens to the customer’s order.

And then you feel your heart skip a beat at his smile. He smiles gorgeously. Perhaps you’ve never seen such a perfect man in your life. He even scrunches his nose slightly as he converses with the woman in front of him. You shut your eyes momentarily and take a long, deep breath.

You wonder if this is what love at first sight feels like.

Still, the cute barista with an even cuter smile is so close yet so far–with the only barrier being… the line of people in front of you. Normally, you wouldn’t mind waiting, but this–this is kind of important.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a high-pitched laugh. You look up, wondering if it oddly came from that man when you realize that it’s actually from the customer he’s talking to. The woman is giggling uncontrollably as the barista tells her a joke. She even covers her face, as if she’s flustered, and then he–he winks.

You can see the sparkle in his eyes as he watches the customer’s shy reaction before he waves her goodbye to pick up her drink on the other side of the counter.

You feel your hopeful smile drop.

The next customer arrives, and you watch carefully. It seems normal at first as she tells him her order. But then, that very same charming smile appears on his lips as he seems to be complimenting her hair. And just like some sort of cycle, that customer starts giggling too, even reaching over to lightly punch him on the shoulder. And instead of questioning her action, he only seems to grow more confident.

You turn to the side and catch a glimpse of Eric, staring in absolute disgust. You start to join in on the same expression.

So he’s one of those types of guys–the type to flirt with whoever comes his way without paying attention to their actual feelings. You sigh, disappointed. What were you expecting?

Suddenly, your phone lights up. It’s a message from a friend that you were supposed to meet at this place.

i can’t find the cafe :(

You stare in disbelief at your phone before typing back.

??? ok, i’ll stand outside so you can see me

You take one last glance at the barista, who’s now flirting with yet another customer. You roll your eyes before leaving the line, exiting the cafe with slumped shoulders.

–

“So where’s this cute barista?” Younghoon says, much too loud for your liking, as the two of you enter the cafe together this time.

You shush him, afraid that he’ll hear, especially as the line has pretty much disappeared. “I said he’s cute, but you do know he’s one of those,” you frantically reply in a hushed tone.

Younghoon stares at you, clueless. “What do you mea–”

You shake your head. “Let’s talk about this later. He’ll probably hear…” You turn towards the counter, only to realize that he’s gone. You blink. “Huh. Nevermind. I guess he got fired for flirting too much.”

–

The next day comes and the thought of that gorgeous barista has left your mind. Well, momentarily until you walk through the door of the cafe and see him standing right there. You gasp and turn around almost immediately.

Then, you catch your reflection in the window and you clear your throat, straightening up. You scoff to yourself. What am I thinking? You know what he’s like. There’s no way you’re going to try to engage anything now, knowing he’d probably flirt with you just like he did with those other customers.

You fix your clothes and walk up to the counter, albeit a little cautiously.

The man still doesn’t look up from the cash register as he speaks, “What can I get for you today?”

You stand silently, staring at him, trying to get a proper glimpse of his face for… research purposes, of course. Once he notices your silence, that’s when he decides to look up.

And his whole facial expression changes. No longer does he have that confident look in his eyes and a smile on his face like you saw him yesterday. Instead, his eyes are wide, dumbfounded as he searches yours.

You blink, staring back.

His gaze travels across your face before he suddenly clears his throat and looks away. It’s almost like he’s embarrassed… from mere eye contact.

You peer at him suspiciously before finally responding. “Could I get an iced chai latte?”

He continues to look at you without a single word. The only thing that’s similar is the sparkle in his eyes. It’s almost like he’s admiring you. But there’s no way. You’re just a stranger that he’s just met.

Still, you give him a small smile.

That certainly doesn’t seem to help as you start to notice his ears turning red.

“Yes,” he chokes out, rushing to put the order in.

You look at him, your small smile turning more into a wider, fond one. He’s… different today. He’s not that charming, flirty guy anymore. Rather he’s– he’s a mess. And you have no idea why.

“Is that all?” He fumbles before taking the card from your hand. The tips of your fingers brush against his skin, and his eyes widen even further.

“Mhm.” You grin before finally taking a glance at his nametag. “Sunwoo.”

He pauses before looking up. Then, he tries to school that charming smile on his face, and he even attempts to give you a flirty look. But you can easily see past him. “You know my name?”

You raise an eyebrow before pointing to the name card that’s attached to his apron. “Well, I know it now.”

“Oh,” he breathes. “Right.” The tips of his ears are bright red now as he hands you the receipt. “It was nice meeting you…” He looks at you questioningly.

“Y/n,” you reply with a quiet laugh.

Sunwoo smiles, and this smile is much more genuine than all the others that you’ve seen. He gives you a kind look and an awkward wave. “It was nice meeting you, Y/n.”

You smile back.

“See you around, Sunwoo.” You give him a playful look before leaving to pick up your drink, completely missing the way he lets out a shaky breath before practically collapsing over the counter.

–

“He’s different.”

Younghoon wiggles his eyebrows. “How so?”

You hum, perplexed. “It’s like he couldn’t think properly when he saw me.”

“I say that is love at first sight.”

You sputter. “Absolutely not!”

–

Two days pass, and you finally have time to stop by the cafe again. And just as you expected–or, hoped–Sunwoo’s standing behind the counter again. He seems to be distracted by the nearby window, but once he hears your footsteps approaching, his eyes almost light up immediately, much like an eager puppy.

“Hey, Sunwoo,” you say.

“Hey,” he responds, his voice soft as he looks over your outfit. “That color suits you.”

“Does it really?” You smile.

He nods quietly.

“Thank you,” you say, a little flustered. The two of you simply stare at each other, almost stupidly. Of course, you’re the first to snap out of it. “Another iced chai latte, please?”

Sunwoo swallows thickly as he puts in the order once again. As you give him your card, you notice that he looks like he really wants to say something, but you’re not exactly sure what his intentions are.

A few moments of silence pass before he finally takes a deep breath and—

“I’m sorry.”

Your mouth falls open. That’s certainly not what you were expecting.

This barista that you’ve just met a few days ago is already apologizing. For what, you have no idea.

“Is there… is there no iced chai latte left?” You ask dumbly.

“Oh no,” Sunwoo laughs nervously. “I just– here.” He hastily gives you the receipt. “I think I came off weird the first time we met.”

“Ah,” you breathe before letting out a soft laugh. “You mean when you stared at me instead of taking my order?”

“Yes. That.”

“Hm,” you hum, amused. “Well, I wasn’t exactly weirded out if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m just curious.”

Sunwoo gulps. “A-about what?”

“I mean, why stare at me like that? I’ve seen the way you flirt with customers. What’s different with me?” You tilt your head teasingly.

“I just…” He glances off to the side, and that’s when you notice Eric standing in the back, cheering him on. “I thought you were pretty,” he whispers.

Suddenly, it’s your turn to feel embarrassed, heat rushing to your cheeks almost immediately. Still, you remain composed. Well, much more composed than how Sunwoo is right now. He’s a mess. Again.

“You could have told me that.”

“I did, just now.”

“I mean back then.”

“I was nervous,” he blurts out.

You burst out giggling, thoroughly enjoying the way he’s growing more and more embarrassed by the second. After catching your breath, you continue, “Well, I’m flattered. You’re cute yourself.”

Sunwoo gazes at you with wide eyes before looking away immediately. “Thank you,” he mumbles as he glances at you with a small, shy smile.

You grin before giving him a quiet wave. Just as you’re about to head off, Sunwoo suddenly stops you.

“Are you… are you coming back tomorrow?”

You widen your eyes and turn to him. You weren’t planning to, but now, noticing the way he has this adorably hopeful look on his face, you smile and give him a nod. “If you’d like me to.”

“I do. I’d really like that. A lot.”

You can’t help but laugh again. He really is an absolute mess.

–

Just as promised, you visit the cafe the next day. It’s a beautiful day, and as you walk in, you try not to get too distracted by the sunlight hitting the slope of Sunwoo’s nose. You clear your throat, ignoring your heart beat picking up, as you approach him.

“Isn’t the weather beautiful today?” You ask with a bright smile.

Sunwoo’s eyes soften as he looks you over before he nods. “It certainly is.”

You’re not sure if he’s really talking about the weather.

“Anyway…” You continue, leaning your hip against the counter. It’s almost embarrassing how eager you are to keep talking to this barista whom you’ve assumed was just a flirt. But now… he’s so much more than that. He’s sweet and honestly brightens your day more than the sun ever could. “How’s your day been?” You stutter momentarily. “I–I mean I know you’ve just been working but I’m still curious, you know–”

“Red.”

You pause and slowly turn your head towards Sunwoo, baffled.

“What?”

Sunwoo stares back, eyes adorably wide. “What?”

You bite your lip, holding back the laugh that threatens to escape you. “You just said that your day was red.” You glance out the nearby window. “The sky is blue as far as I’m concerned.”

“Oh.” Sunwoo, clearly embarrassed, reaches for a nearby towel and starts vigorously cleaning the counter, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible. You observe him with amusement. “I thought– I just meant–” He sighs, dropping the towel in defeat before looking back up to you. “Red suits you.”

You widen your eyes and look down, remembering that you are, in fact, wearing red today. A small smirk appears on your lips as you give him a fond look. “That’s not what I asked, Sunwoo.”

“What did you ask?”

“How was your day?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

“Oh,” you breathe. And that laugh that you’ve been trying to hold back for so long finally escapes. You can’t control it as you feel yourself smile wider and wider. Sunwoo is silent, seeming to watch you giggle at his attempt at flirting. Once you catch your breath, you notice the way he’s looking at you like he could melt any moment.

Now that’s what makes your cheeks heat up.

But you won’t mention that.

“You’re quite the flirt aren’t you?” You finally say as Sunwoo continues to look at you with this… adorably hopeful look.

“I’m trying,” he mumbles.

“It’s a good attempt,” you joke. A pause. “Keep at it.”

He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. “Is it working?”

“Nope.”

His shoulders slump, and he gives you a sulky look. Oh, how you love to tease him. In truth, it kind of is working, but not in the typical way that flirting usually affects people. It’s more like you find him cute simply because he’s trying.

“Well… I’ll see you around?” You ask.

Sunwoo gives you yet another sulky look. “Tomorrow?”

See, you really weren’t planning to come to this cafe every day but now… because of him, you guess it’ll just have to be a new routine. You try not to think of the iced chai lattes that will start building up on your credit card bill.

“Sure.”

–

The next day, as you walk into the cafe, you’re wholeheartedly disappointed to find that Sunwoo is nowhere to be seen behind the counter. Eric seems to be busy trying to fix the broken coffee machine. With a sigh, you’re about to turn around when suddenly, you feel a poke on your shoulder.

You jump, whipping your head to the side, only to find Sunwoo standing right in front of you. Yet again, your heart skips a beat as you notice his true height, and oh, he’s much more handsome up close.

It takes you a few more seconds to finally think of anything to say, too mesmerized by this stupidly cute barista standing before you.

“Shouldn’t you be behind the counter?”

You feel yourself cringe on the inside. That’s all I could think of?

Sunwoo grins and shrugs. “I’m on break.”

“Actually,” Eric suddenly calls out. “He saw that you were coming and decided to take a break.”

You turn to look at him, silently questioning if it’s true. Sunwoo’s reddening ears are enough of an answer.

“Well…” You think for a moment before giving him a shy look. “This is great! Because I have something I want to show you.”

Sunwoo doesn’t get a chance to answer as you lead him out of the cafe and towards a nearby patch of grass, lined with round stones, just on the side of the building. You have no idea where this miniature garden came from, but it’s become one of your favorite things ever.

Some flowers have begun to bloom, signalling the coming of the new spring season. They’re colorful, just as you’ve always liked it. The two of you crouch down, observing as they sway against the light breeze.

You turn to look at him, only to realize just how close your faces are. Sunwoo’s gaze is soft as he observes your features with a small smile.

“I… know we’ve only recently met,” you begin, your voice hushed for some reason. “But I just wanted to show you this. I always keep an eye on these flowers, waiting for them to bloom. It’s always so beautiful.”

Sunwoo listens intently, yet it’s clear he’s also very distracted, admiring you. You can see the gears turning in his head as he opens his mouth. “Just–”

“Just like you.” You beat him to it. “Is that what you were going to say?”

Sunwoo gapes at you before groaning, letting out a frustrated, “yes.” He narrows his eyes. “You’re no fun.”

You laugh, bumping your shoulder against his playfully. “Flirting doesn’t work on me.”

“I figured,” he sighs as the both of you stand up.

You’re about to head back into the cafe when Sunwoo suddenly calls your name. You turn around, surprised.

“So what does work?”

“What?”

Sunwoo gives you a hopeful look as he steps closer. His hair blows messily in the wind, and your hand twitches to pat it down.

“If flirting doesn’t work, then what will?” He asks, his voice quiet.

You give him a teasing smile. “I’m not sure. You’ll just have to experiment.” And then you’re quickly turning around, rushing back into the cafe.

Sunwoo rolls his eyes fondly as he follows after you.

–

You learn new things all the time. For example, you’ve learned that Sunwoo’s not only an awkward and endearing mess, but he’s also a very, very determined person. Almost every day that you visit the cafe, he’s come up with some “genius” plan to win you over. It’s like he has some sort of mental checklist, trying new things in hopes of making you smile and perhaps, make you flustered in the process.

One day, you left the cafe with both an iced chai latte and… a flower.

–

You stare in shock at the flower in Sunwoo’s hand. It’s pretty, that’s for sure, with its light purple petals. He holds it out to you with a nervous look on his face.

“Giving gifts now?” You ask, biting back a smile.

Sunwoo nods, and you notice the way his hand shakes ever so slightly. Oh, he really is nervous.

“Is it working?”

“Maybe,” you tease as you gently take it from him, ignoring the spark as your fingers graze each other. “But why this particular one?” You ask, observing it closely in awe.

Sunwoo hums. “It reminded me of you.”

Then, he reaches over and takes it from your hand. You stare in both disbelief and offense. You were pretty sure the flower was meant for you. You’re about to scold him when suddenly, Sunwoo brings the flower up and tucks it into your hair. His touch is gentle as he carefully brushes away any strands that are in the way.

You feel yourself freeze, unable to think until finally, Sunwoo leans back, observing you with an admiring look.

“The color suits you too.”

You’re speechless for a moment before you quickly compose yourself. “Hey, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo seems to be mesmerized by you as he continues to foolishly smile. “Hm?”

“I’ve noticed something.”

“And that is?”

“You always notice colors when it comes to me.” You recall the countless times that he’s said that a color suits you, whether it be because of your outfit or a pin in your hair. You’re pretty sure you could wear every color that exists and he’d still say the same thing. “Why?” You lean slightly over the counter, peering at him mischievously. “I’m curious.”

Sunwoo’s cheeks are tinted pink as he stares at you. He seems to think for a moment, as if trying to come up with the best answer possible.

“Because…” He adjusts the flower in your hair. “You already catch my eye. You always do. I just think that every color only makes you even more beautiful.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you lean away in surprise. You sincerely hope that you’re not blushing right now because his words certainly… You blink profusely. There’s no way the flirting actually worked on you. You blink again. Was it even flirting? No, he was being genuine.

You look at him, only to find that Sunwoo’s equally as embarrassed. Then, he asks that very same question again.

“Did it work?”

“No,” you lie, unable to control the slight tremor in your voice.

And you expect him to sulk, but instead, he’s giving you a knowing look. He’s smiling now, too. Oh god, he’s noticed.

“Are you sure?” He teases. “Because it seems to have affected you quite a bit–”

“Not at all,” you sputter, hurriedly taking the flower out of your hair. You give him a weak glare before turning around and hurrying out of the cafe.

Oh, and the flower still sits in your vase, becoming the first thing you see every morning. But, you wouldn’t dare tell Sunwoo that.

—

A week passes and the cafe has started to become your most frequently visited place. For no particular reason at all!

The relationship you have with Sunwoo only grows sweeter by the second. Every conversation you have leaves you smiling for hours after. Besides his horrible attempts at swooning you, you adore his naturally sweet personality. He always listens, even when you go off random tangents. There was one time that you were particularly tired and Sunwoo had noticed right away. He lowered his voice into a gentle tone and you could see in his eyes the way he would subtly check if you’re alright.

The vase that you have has slowly started to grow with a colorful collection of flowers, all of which he would say “reminded me of you.” If a flower dies, he would help replace it with a prettier one.

Your heart pounds over and over again when you’re with this ridiculously cute barista.

One day, you walk in, only to see him chatting with a customer. She’s gorgeous, you notice, and that’s when you feel a weird feeling in your chest, as if your heart is twisting.

You watch silently, seeing the way Sunwoo smiles at her and laughs.

Now obviously, it’s not like you two are dating or anything. Perhaps feeling jealousy is just a normal occurrence.

Suddenly, the woman turns around and glances at you. She gives you a sweet smile before turning back around. You watch in disbelief as she leans closer and whispers something into Sunwoo’s ear before walking away to sit down at one of the tables.

With a low sigh, you approach the counter.

“The usual,” you mumble, unable to look the man in the eye.

“Y/n. I have to tell you something.”

Your heart picks up, and you look up at him.

It barely registers, the way he reaches over and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He gives you a smile, one that makes your breath hitch.

“I think I have a crush on you.”

You widen your eyes and jerk back. “W-what?” You stammer, unable to control the heat that creeps up your neck. “You— you can’t just start a conversation with that! Are you okay?”

Sunwoo nods but you can tell he’s suffering inside, so incredibly embarrassed. He’s unable to look you in the eye as he asks once again, “Did it work?”

You stare incredulously.

Then, he glances to the side frantically, as if to beg for help. You can see it in his gaze as if he’s trying to say, hey, this is not working like you said it would!

You narrow your eyes, wondering who he’s even looking at. “Was it… did Eric put you up to this? You know you should never ask him for any advice.”

“No,” he groans. “It was her.” He nods his head towards that very same woman from before. You look back and see that she’s still sitting there, watching the scene before her unfold with an amused look on her face. “My sister,” Sunwoo continues.

You gape. His sister? Slowly, it dawns on you. “Did you… ask her for advice? About me?”

“No,” Sunwoo scrambles to say. He winces when he notices the way you’re looking at him unimpressed before he sighs. “Maybe. I was hoping her idea would work.”

“Good try.” You smile knowingly. Honestly, you think it’s adorable how he even went to his sister for help. Still, you find yourself a little confused.

Sunwoo’s still looking at you with hope. It’s almost like he’s waiting for an answer.

Instead, you choose to ask a question.

“Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“Did you really mean what you said?”

Sunwoo looks at you in disbelief. “I mean—“ He stops and sighs. “Okay. I need to do this properly. Just give me a chance.” It seems like he’s speaking more to himself than you and now you’re even more confused.

“What are you planning this time—“

Sunwoo reaches over and grabs your already prepared drink because yes, he prepares them in advance for you now. You watch as he picks up a pen and writes on the side of the cup before handing it to you.

You take it, your hand brushing against his briefly—something that the two of you sort of, maybe, do on purpose sometimes.

“See you later, Y/n.” He gives you a nervous smile.

You feel like you have just been played. How could he say that he has a crush on you and then act like nothing happened?

Holding the drink in your hand, you exit the cafe. You’re about to call Younghoon and complain about this whole situation when you suddenly remember that you saw Sunwoo write on the cup. Curiously, you hold it up and read the message he’s left behind.

my break is at 1 tomorrow. walk with me?

p.s. i meant it by the way.

He even drew a small cat winking. It was slightly messy but a good effort.

You read the words over and over again before you feel a stupid smile grow on your face. You bite your lip as a pathetic attempt to stop it as you turn around to see through the window, Sunwoo, head in hands as he rambles to his sister about how he had absolutely messed up.

You sigh fondly.

Oh, how you can’t wait for tomorrow.

–

You arrive exactly before one and you don’t bother to order a drink this time. No amount of caffeine can compare to the energy you feel as you walk in and see that Sunwoo isn’t behind the counter, but rather waiting for you right at the door.

He smiles, always so eager to see you.

“I was hoping you’d read my message.”

You roll your eyes. “How could I not?”

Sunwoo scrunches his nose slightly before gesturing to the door–the one that you just entered through. “So…” He tilts his head unsurely. “Would you care to join me?”

“For a walk?” You ask in a teasing tone.

“For a walk.”

“Of course,” you giggle as the two of you leave together, hands brushing just the slightest.

It’s a beautiful day–the sky is clear, the temperature is just right, and there’s a really, really cute barista right next to you. He’s cute in all sorts of ways. He has big eyes, full lips, and a heart-stopping smile. His hair ruffles adorably in the wind. He rambles about mundane things and gets happy when you respond. He also likes to listen to you quietly, looking at you as if you’re the sole person in the world.

“Would you consider this a date?” You drop the question out of nowhere, just as the two of you turn the corner.

Sunwoo almost trips. Though once he regains his balance, he turns to you and opens his mouth. Then he closes it. He just chooses to quietly nod instead.

You can’t help but smile widely. “I consider it a date too.”

Sunwoo’s eyes widen in pleasant surprise before he grins.

And that’s all there is to it.

Not a single response.

“Sunwoo,” you say, eyeing him carefully. “The silent treatment is not a good method of flirting. It won’t work.”

You watch as Sunwoo stares at you, like he’s planning something–he’s always planning something. And then, in a split second, he suddenly leans in and presses his lips to your cheek before pulling back almost immediately.

“Oh–” You look at him in utter surprise, feeling your skin heat up quickly.

Sunwoo gives you a shy look. “Did that work?”

“No,” you lie. You can still feel it–his lips on your skin, so gentle and full of care. “I can’t believe you did that before we held hands.”

“I can do that too,” the man scrambles to say as he reaches down and grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. “Anything else?”

You feel like you’re going to faint, and so you stop in your tracks, looking at him helplessly.

Sunwoo notices your confusion, and his eyes soften before he steps closer. “Y/n,” he whispers.

“Hm?” It’s your turn to avoid eye contact.

“I’ve realized something.”

“That you have a crush on me?”

“I’ve realized that a long time ago,” Sunwoo replies with a small smile. “What I mean is that…” He sighs, defeated as he looks down at the ground. “I’m a horrible flirt, especially around you.”

You let out a loud laugh at that. “I’m glad you’re self-aware.” You pause, thinking. “But you know… my first impression of you was that you were a flirty guy. A pretty good one at that.”

Sunwoo shakes his head. “I was practicing.”

“Practicing? For what?”

“For you.”

You gape at him. “Sunwoo.”

“I saw you a while ago. Before we met and while I was training for this job. You walked by, I saw you through the window, and… I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And–” He groans, so clearly embarrassed. “When I asked Eric, he said that you often come to the cafe so I thought… if I practiced, I would be prepared for you.”

“You–” you gawk at him. “What about those people’s feelings? That’s cruel.”

“I call it customer service.” Sunwoo grins. “Though I’ve been lacking ever since I met you. You’re all I think about.”

“Still, if you wanted to practice, you could have practiced on me, not them.”

“I’ve been trying,” Sunwoo whines. “It doesn’t seem to work on you though…” He trails off, and he gives you a knowing look. “Wait, are you jealous?”

“What?” You immediately exclaim. “No! No, I just— I think it’s a bit odd that’s all.”

“Well, if you’re wondering…” Sunwoo steps closer. The two of you are hidden behind a cherry blossom tree, away from any prying eyes. You don’t even know how you ended up there, much too focused on the way Sunwoo’s looking at you with a gaze full of warmth and fondness. “Practically every customer can tell that I really, really like you.”

You scowl. “This is not as romantic as you think it is.”

“But it seems to be working.” Sunwoo brushes a thumb across your cheek, and you’re sure you’re blushing right now. He slowly moves his hand to cup the side of your face. “Does this work as well?” He asks with a nervous smile.

You nod quietly, eyes wide.

“What else can I do to make you realize how much I like you?”

You swallow thickly, your gaze falling to his lips. Sunwoo seems to notice immediately and he smiles.

“I can do that too,” he whispers, looking at your lips as well.

You’re going to lose your mind.

“If you would like, of course.” He gives you a patient, questioning look. Your heartbeat is ridiculously fast, and you can feel your palms grow sweaty. Since when was he… so good at this? These past few weeks, he’s been an absolute loser. So why is it that now he’s doing this so naturally all of a sudden?

“I…” Instead of giving a full response, you simply shut your eyes and wait.

You can hear the soft rustle of the tree’s leaves, as well as Sunwoo’s quiet hum. And soon enough, you feel a soft pair of lips press against yours. It’s a small peck as he leans away immediately. Your eyes flutter open, and you can see that he’s looking at you with wide, adorable eyes.

He lets out a shaky breath as he tilts his head, much like a puppy.

“Did it wor–”

“Yes,” you breathe out as you lean up and kiss him again. The poor man lets out a surprised sound, but he’s quick to return it, smiling against your lips. He even giggles, making your heart feel like it’ll burst.

You kiss him like you’ve been waiting for it, cherishing the moment. Sunwoo kisses you like he adores you. Which, you’re sure he does.

Reluctantly, he pulls away, giving you a lovesick gaze. “Does that mean you like me too?”

“What do you think?” You smile. “I always have.”

“Really? Wait then–”

“It’s always worked,” you continue, laughing softly. “You know I’ve just been teasing you this whole time. Your flirting… it kind of sucks, but–” You lean up again, this time to press a kiss to his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I like that you try.”

“I like you,” Sunwoo stupidly blurts out.

“I know.” You laugh. “I like you too.”

“Oh,” he breathes out, looking like he’s gone weak in the knees. “This is amazing. The whole time, I thought I was messing up and weirding you out and–” Impulsively, he leans in to kiss you again. This time, it’s more passionate as he uses both his hands to cup your face. He moves his lips slowly, as if he’s trying to memorize what you prefer. One of his hands moves down to your waist as he deepens the kiss ever so slightly. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers as you break apart, breathless.

You smile softly. “Thank you. And you’re a great kisser.”

“So it worked,” he jokes.

“Always.”

“But…” He shyly reaches down for your hand. “Are you sure? I could always kiss you more so that you can make sure.” He gives you a foolish smile.

You groan. “Sunwoo.”

“Hm?” He seems to be in a daze, focused solely on your features, admiring each and every one of them.

“You know I like you as you are. There’s no need to flirt with me,” you explain.

“Ah,” Sunwoo sighs, and he grumbles. “So what you’re saying is that you like when I’m a mess.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. If you want a kiss, you can just have it.”

“Good to know,” he mumbles as he leans in, taking your advice and kissing you again. “Because I can’t help being a mess when I’m around you.”

“And that’s okay,” you giggle, getting slightly cut off as Sunwoo kisses you over and over again. His lips are soft as he captures your bottom lip between them. You feel the cherry blossom petals fall around the two of you. You peek your eye open and see that one has landed on the top of Sunwoo’s head, making you giggle against his lips before you shut your eyes again and allow yourself to fall.

Well, not literally.

But fall for him? Most definitely.

Suddenly, that’s when you remember something.

“Hey, Sunwoo,” you mumble. “When does your break end?”

Sunwoo freezes and he widens his eyes as he pulls out his phone and reads the time. He gives you a sheepish look.

“Ten minutes ago.”

You gasp, shoving him away, much to his disappointment. “Sunwoo!” You scold. “You need to go back to work. Enough of being a loser, please.”

“But–” Sunwoo doesn’t even try to deny the fact that you had straight up called him a loser. Instead, he pouts. Yes, he pouts at you with sad eyes.

You won’t lie and say that you almost gave in.

You reach up and fix his hair, messy from the light breeze. Then, just to satisfy his sulkiness, you give him a quick kiss on the lips before lightly pushing him away. “Seriously. You can’t get fired already. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

His eyes light up at the sound of the word “tomorrow.” He nods and gives you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. “Okay, Y/n.”

You laugh softly as you watch Sunwoo walk down the sidewalk. But rather, he’s more… skipping down the sidewalk. He even stops to scream into his hand before continuing, acting like nothing’s happened.

See this, this is the type of Sunwoo you adore.

–

Epilogue

Sunwoo is a horrible flirt.

It’s like one of those facts that you can just never get around. If you ever give him a smile, he will absolutely melt and even hide behind whoever’s next to him, whether that’s his sister or his fellow coworker, Eric. If you tell him that he looks handsome, he’ll try to compliment you back, but his words are incomprehensible with how flustered he already is.

He blushes, especially on the tip of his ears, endearingly so. You like to give him a quick kiss just to see them deepen in color.

Sunwoo is a horrible flirt.

Yet he still tries to this day.

No matter how many times you tell him that he doesn’t need to tell you a cheesy pick-up line or pull out a crumpled rose from his pocket, he just keeps on trying. You have no idea why. To tell the truth, you think it’s kind of cute. But, don’t tell him that or else he’ll probably lose his mind.

He just always claims it’ll work one day.

“Did it hurt when you fell from the sk–”

“No.”

Sunwoo sighs as he scooches closer to you on the bench that the two of you are sitting on. He leans his shoulder against yours as he looks up to the setting sun. You lean into him as well, smiling with contentment.

“Please indulge me,” he asks with a pleading look. “Let me win just this once.”

You scrunch your nose and shake your head. “It’ll never work.”

He narrows his eyes and gives you a teasing look right after. “I thought you said it always did–”

You stutter and slap a hand over his mouth.

“I lied.”

“Sure.”

You stay quiet, too embarrassed to say anything after.

So… sometimes, his efforts pay off. Rarely. Don’t get his hopes up too much.

But besides all that, Sunwoo shows a lot more of his true self.

And that is– he is an absolute clingy mess.

He’s almost always hugging you, holding you close in some way. He claims he’s doing it just because he’s missed you. But you two see each other almost every day.

If you tease him, he’ll get shy.

He’s shy, but he’s never shy enough to tell you that you look pretty, that a certain color suits you, that he really wants to kiss you right now.

“I kind of look like a mess,” you grumble, looking at him incredulously.

“Please,” he whispers, stepping closer. “I don’t mind. Besides, to me… you look gorgeous.”

You can’t help but give him a small smile. “Well, if you’d like to–”

“I do, I really do,” he replies desperately as he walks forward, kissing you like he means it. Yes, he’s always a good kisser, it’s almost sickening how he manages to make you feel like your floating with how he always cups your jaw and moves his lips in such a sensual way.

He likes it when you tug his hair when the two of you are kissing.

But don’t go too much into it or else he’ll get shy again.

Sunwoo is both a horrible flirt and a clingy mess.

But perhaps, that’s why you like him so much.

–

It’s a cloudy, almost depressing day as you walk into the cafe. That’s when you get stopped in your tracks, realizing that there’s a gigantic line. You groan internally, feeling a sense of déjà vu, reminding you of when you first set your eyes on that cute barista who’s now your boyfriend.

You squint your eyes and spot a pink tulip that Sunwoo’s set aside, one that he’s probably going to give to you once you eventually reach the counter.

You expect him not to see you as he converses with the customer in front of him with a charming smile. But then, he looks up and he notices you almost immediately. He always manages to find you in any room, no matter how many people there are.

His eyes brighten at the sight of you.

You smile softly at him.

He gives you the sweetest smile back.

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deobienthusiast · 11 months ago

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god, i missed you | k. sunwoo

• pairing: boyfie!sunwoo x gn!reader

• genre: established relationship au, it’s started out suggestive but this is just smut, little bits of fluff, smut under the cut.

after a long week of practice, your boyfriend just wants to lay in bed with you all day, eating food, watching netflix, and who knows…maybe even some other things.

wc: 1.0k

• warnings: nsfw, 18+, mdni (please do not), light nipple play, grinding, a slight depiction of edging. this was supposed to be JUST suggestive. i got carried away.

• notes: sana (@sanaxo-o) and izzy (@from-izzy) talked me into writing this. i really didn’t want to, buttttt the photos just spoke to me. ENJOY!!!!

it wasn’t often that sunwoo wanted to just lay in bed all day. however, after a long and rather tiring week, the soccer captain just wanted you, movies, and food in bed all weekend with him. of course, you didn’t complain one bit. sunwoo was quite persuasive, plus you loved being wrapped in his arms all day long.

when you arrived at his apartment, sunwoo opened the door wide, holding open his arms with a small smirk on his face. the same smirk that sat on his face anytime he had another one of his mischievous ideas brewing.

you took no time at all, planting yourself in his arms, wrapping yourself around his muscular torso. he hugged you tight, using his nose to nudge your head to he could give you a kiss, or as he called it “a proper greeting”.

sunwoo’s lips were unbelievably soft. every time you kissed it felt like a rose petal was being rubbed against you. he was also dominant in his kisses. almost immediately, his tongue was in your mouth, overpowering you and leaving you putty in his hands.

sunwoo liked that. he liked when you were submissive for him, especially when it came to kissing. he just liked being in control.

sunwoo pulled away, leaving you a whimpering mess that was weak at the knees. something else sunwoo loved? to tease you.

i thought you were here to watch movies.

that same smirk playing on his full lips that were now a little more pink and full than before. you could only nod, head foggy from the effect he left lingering on your brain and lips. your boyfriend could only chuckle, pulling you up the stairs and to his room.

he pulled a hoodie, your favorite hoodie of his, out of his closest and handed it to you, nodding towards the bathroom. you didn’t have to be told twice as you began pulling the sweater and top you were wearing off before even stepping foot in the bathroom. you could tease too.

you turned, your bare chest on full display as you closed the bathroom door, leaving your boyfriend with darkened eyes and a hard on.

you changed quickly before leaving the bathroom and getting right into sunwoo’s bed. sunwoo pulled you into him, nuzzling his face into your neck as he let you pick whatever you wanted to watch on netflix. when you finally found something to satisfy your entertainment needs, you cozied into the bed (and your boyfriend’s arms) more.

it didn’t take long for sunwoo to become bored with what you picked. it wasn’t because he didn’t like it, or he didn’t want to watch tv, but because he was painfully hard and painfully aware that you stripped yourself of your sweatpants. adorning only his hoodie and a pair of underwear, sunwoo was more focused on you than anything else.

sunwoo soon found your bare body wrapped in his hoodie more interesting than the show. his face nuzzled a little deeper into your neck as he left little lovebites behind. you whimpered again.

woo, i thought we were watching this?

sunwoo chuckled, one of his hands now slowly inching towards your chest underneath his hoodie. his slow drag of his long fingers across your skin left goosebumps in their wake.

you watch the show. i’ve found something much more interesting.

sunwoo doesn’t give you time to reply, flicking one of your hardened nipples before pinching ever so slightly on them. you gasped, arching your back as you pushed your chest further into his hand. sunwoo caught your gasp in his mouth, pulling you into another dizzying kiss that made your head spin.

you threaded your fingers into his hair, tugging and pulling in the strands in an effort to keep him close. sunwoo pulled his hand from underneath your (his) hoodie as he pulled you on top of him. the contact of your core meeting his clothed, hardened length made sunwoo his and you moan.

his hands found solace on your hips, moving you back and forth, dragging the prettiest of sounds out of the both of you. this is what sunwoo loved about you so much. how easy it was to pull you away from something. how much of an effect he had on you. he loved being able to see it firsthand, especially when he touched you.

the show on the tv was now background noise, barely being able to be made out due to the moans, whimpers, and soft groans being emitted from you two.

it wasn’t until you began pulling from his control to grind down on him harder that sunwoo realized he needed to reel himself back in. a small pit was forming in the bottom of his stomach, and it kept getting bigger and bigger the harder you moved on top of him. sunwoo knew that feeling, and knew you were feeling it too due to your moans rising in pitch.

sunwoo gripped onto your hips tighter, attempting and failing miserably at slowing down your pace.

sunwoo, please. im so close.

that was all sunwoo needed to steel himself as he pulled you off of him, flipping you onto your back. you landed with a soft umph, whining as your high began to slow disappear.

sunwoo was hovering over you, eyes closed as he took deep breaths. sunwoo wasn’t used to losing control in the bedroom. one of his only rules was that you came first, in everything. he couldn’t even imagine coming first when it came to you. he heard you whine and whimper underneath him as he kissed you again, hard.

his high was also beginning to dissipate, not that he was too worried about it. he’d get there eventually. you had other plans though. sunwoo’s full control in the kiss gave you the opportunity to sneakily snake a hand down his abdomen. just before you could breach the waistband of his sweats, your hand was pulled back and pinned above your head. both of your hands were. a loud and rather frustrated whine left you.

sunwoo!

your boyfriend chuckled. his dark hair falling in front of his eyes. he kissed you again, slowly moving towards your neck, then collarbone, leaving a trail of wet marks on your pretty skin. the kisses being a distraction so that sunwoo could get you back. slipping a hand between your legs and past your waistband, making you gasp into his mouth.

sunwoo groaned as he whispered softly.

god, i missed you.

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soleilwoo · 1 month ago

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calling the boyz by their name

[☀︎] — sangyeon. ok it can go one of two ways with him. either he will just side-eye you with a knowing smirk on his lips because he knows you’re just trying to get his attention and he will entertain you for a while because he thinks it’s cute. or he won’t even budge when you call him by his name and will just nonchalantly go “you don’t call me that”, refusing to even look at you until go back to calling him honey or something.

[☀︎] — jacob. he will just laugh a little bit. whether he gets the joke or believes you somehow don’t want to call him your baby anymore, he’s got that “[laughs nervously] what the fuck…” vibe going for him. he does try to check with you if he did something but he’s just constantly laughing the whole time and you don’t actually know if he means it. even after you tell him it’s just a joke he’s still kind of frozen in place like “yeah.. haha.. ok..” so you will have a broken boyfriend for the next 3 hours or so.

[☀︎] — younghoon. stop don’t even pull this shit on him. deadass he’ll be so hurt. just stares at you in disbelief for probably like a whole 30 seconds trying to process what just happened and comprehend just why on god’s green earth you would call him anything other than your usual pet name. “did i do something?” “are you mad at me?” “are we okay?” like honestly the questions will!! not!! stop!! coming!! until you just call him baby and ease his mind because he’s just so deeply afraid of upsetting you </3. true baby.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. without missing a beat he goes “what was that?” as you continue calling him by his name. he would just keep saying things like “what? i’m sorry, i can’t hear you” and he’s laughing the whole time too because, a). he knows he’s gonna win this and b). you’re trying to get a rise out of him by playing a prank which is just so funny to him. he will keep this up until you give in and call him babe or something. then he smiles real wide, clearly very satisfied with himself, and goes “ah! that’s my baby”

[☀︎] — juyeon. if you thought he would react, lmfao, think again. he’ll probably not even think anything of it and when you’re like “you know i just called you juyeon right?” he’s like “yeah…. that’s my name…” honestly the most you’ll get out of him is a semi-confused look for about 3.2 seconds before he goes on about his day. 0/10 reaction. wouldn’t recommend.

[☀︎] — kevin. he’s also team “oh shit what the hell did i do” but after the initial shock, he just gets kind of… sad? he’s very attentive to you and your body language so depending on that he might pick up on the fact that it’s a joke and be like “ahhh don’t do that!! i was worried!!” or he might actually believe something’s wrong and just try to discuss the relationship right then and there. either way he’s just so glad when you call him baby again. will probably put his hand to his chest and sigh very dramatically while smiling real big or something like that.

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). he would be taken by surprise at first, smiling nervously because he’s unsure of what he should do or even what’s going on. he asks “are you mad?” and when you say no he’s still like “ok……. but are you mad?” he keeps replaying the last week in his head trying to figure out if he did something wrong and how he could make it up to you until you put the poor boy out of his misery. he’d let out the biggest sigh of relief when you call him baby again and he’s already on his way to cuddle you, talking about how relieved he is that you’re not actually mad at him and laughing at how silly he is :(.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). has got no time for this shit. he will either a). be like “that’s not my nameeee” and whine and annoy you until you lose your mind/give up on the joke (whichever comes first) or b). actually act like he has no time for this and go “i’m breaking up with you” after the second time you do it, tops. don’t even bother calling him babe afterwards cause he’ll just be like “yeah, have fun being single tho.”

[☀︎] — juhaknyeon. he sort of panics when you call him by his first name. he freezes in time and space and it takes him all of his courage to ask you if he did something. his mind immediately jumps to the worst case scenario: that this is all actually leading up to you breaking up with him. he’s honestly, actually, so scared. you’ll just have to be like “haha just kidding baby!!!!!!! its a joke BABY” to calm him down immediately afterwards.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. he is offended. just absolutely outraged. how dare you. “what did you just call me?” as if his own birth given name is the worst insult in the world. when you’re like “your name” he just straight up denies that. suddenly he doesn’t know a sunwoo. that’s not his name. 1000% the type to go “my name is BABY and you know damn well”. will still pout and sulk even after you give up and call him baby.

[☀︎] — eric. could either be really annoyed and pull a “actually that’s BABY to you 😠” or be rly upset and whiny and pouty about it because he is actually baby. you can honestly keep this up for as long as you like because eric physically lacks the ability to stay angry at you but just call him baby afterwards and i swear- all’s good. you’ll have a smiling, satisfied eric right back in your arms again.

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jinkoh · 3 months ago

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a little obsession

hyunjae x reader

summary: what's wrong with a little obsession? you just really, really liked him. it wasn’t like you were hurting anyone…right?

wc: 2.8k, tags: dark themes, suggestive (mdni), non-idol au, hyunjae calls reader princess (but it's gn! otherwise) warnings: stalking, manipulation, accidental murder but no one actually dies, depictions of feeling sick, slightly irresponsible self medication with alcohol & sleeping pills

a/n: i do feel like the tags make this sound worse than it is (?)--but i'd still consider it a case of "don't like, don't read"--so pls be honest with yourself and walk away if it isn't for you

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You'd never wanted things to end up this way. In fact you weren’t even sure how it came to this. All you'd wanted was to feel a little closer to him, to somehow be part of his life even when you didn’t mean anything to him. But now Hyunjae was lying on the floor of the changing rooms, heaving and struggling to breathe and it was all your fault.

It'd started out innocent enough—just a small crush on that guy on the baseball team who somehow managed to be cool and popular and yet still so very kind hearted. You'd bumped into him once and he'd been so sweet, apologizing a bunch of times and helping you pick up the things that had fallen from your bag. The moment he'd shown you his cute smile you'd been a goner. But of course Hyunjae was way out of your league. There was not the slightest chance he'd ever want to be with a nobody like you—and that was okay. You knew your place. You'd be content attending his games, maybe sneaking a picture or two of him pitching, or drinking, or changing… It was innocent, really, it wasn’t like you were going to do anything with the pictures. You just wanted to look. And maybe put a smile on his face by leaving a gift or two in his locker; useful things, like a towel with his initials embroidered or a pair of new socks or a drink to refresh himself after training, like today.

He'd stayed a little later than his team mates, diligent and hardworking as always, and you watched through the tiniest crack in the door as he pulled off his baseball shirt and casually dropped it to the bench. He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead before he brushed it back with his hand. You wished you'd taken your camera with you.

Hyunjae opened his locker, his face painted with surprise when he spotted the drink you'd left for him. For a moment he just looked at it, but then he took it out, unscrewed the cap and took a huge sip and then another and another. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and just when he was about to put the bottle down something seemed a little off. His movements were suddenly weird and uncoordinated. He supported himself on the wall with his free hand while the other brought the bottle to his face, squinting to inspect it closely until he just dropped it and stumbled to the floor a mere second later. You stared frozen as the drink spilled all over the changing room, dying the gray tiles a greenish color. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was just a normal sport’s drink, you hadn’t poisoned him or anything—so why was Hyunjae lying on the floor now, shaking and grabbing at his throat as if he was struggling to breathe?

You had to go get help, you knew that. His breathing was growing more and more erratic and if you didn’t do anything right now it would probably be too late. But you were too scared to move. You hadn’t meant for this to happen, but who would even believe you? Who would trust the innocence of a pathetic stalker like yourself? But did your innocence even matter in the face of his potential death?

Suddenly the noisy heaving sounds Hyunjae had been making stopped. Instead there was just a quiet rattling coming out now, his breathing so flat you could barely see his chest move. Tears were running down your face. It's too late, it's too late! a voice in your head screamed, but you didn't have the time to listen to it, because you noticed movement. Hyunjae turned his head, all too slowly, until he seemed to be looking right at you, through the tiny crack in the door. His gaze was intense, eyes red and brimming with tears. Help me, he mouthed and you felt even more panicked, because he saw you, he knew you were there! But instead of rushing in to help, you stumbled back from the door, running through the empty hallways and away from the scene as quickly as possible. This couldn’t be real, right? It was all just an oddly realistic dream that you'd wake up from tomorrow, right?

The guilt and horror of what had possibly happened haunted you, keeping you awake in your bed. Did someone come to help him? Or did someone come to find his body? Would they be able to trace it back to you, would the police come to knock on your door to arrest you? All of these thoughts kept circling your mind and you only managed to shut them up with a sleeping pill and a glass of wine that you were well aware shouldn’t be combined.

Waking up felt strange. It took a moment for the memories of yesterday to sink in and even then they still felt like a bad dream. And maybe they were, because there wasn't any news of a college baseball player found dead in the locker rooms nor did the police come knocking. There were no patrol cars or ambulances on campus either, no warning tape blocking off the crime scene. Did they not find him yet? Or had it really been nothing but a dream? Your curiosity won over, and you took a little detour to the changing rooms before your class. They were empty at this time, the door conveniently left open. No body. So, no crime, right?

“Are you looking for anything?” a familiar voice suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts. When you jerked around you found Hyunjae smiling at you curiously and very much alive and breathing.

“I—,” you started, but how were you going to explain to him that you’d been looking for his dead body? “Uhm, not really. Just thought I saw something.”

“Something? Like what? A murder?”

You froze.

“Y/n, I was kidding. No need to be so serious.” He playfully nudged your shoulder, “Anyway, the baseball team’s using these in a bit so maybe it’s not the best idea to stick around. Unless of course you want to peep. I wouldn’t tell on you.” The sound of his chuckle was light and airy, making clear it was just a silly joke on his end. If only he knew how close to the truth he’d come.

“Uh, no, I’m leaving,” you pressed out, throwing one last glance into the changing room before turning to go. It looked normal. Hyunjae was alive. Everything was fine. Nothing had happened. Except, if you’d looked just a little more closely you would have spotted the traces of the green sport’s drink still staining the gaps between the tiles. But you didn’t. Filing it away as a bad dream was just that much easier.

“Y/n,” Hyunjae called out to you the moment you stepped out of your class, seemingly having waited for you in the hallway. It was odd, because even though Hyunjae had always been very kind to you, it wasn’t like he’d ever gone out of his way to look for you. You eyed him wearily, the excitement of him talking to you drowned out by the weird anxious feeling that came with not knowing what he wanted.

“Hyunjae,” you said, barely managing to make eye contact, “Can I help you?”

“Mhm, I was hoping you could.”

“So, what do you need?”

“Well, you’re also in Lit 2, right? I missed a few lectures because of training…”

“I can lend you my notes.”

“Actually I was hoping you could run them back to me? I feel like it’d be easier to understand that way. And it’d be repetition for you too, right?” He put on a cute little smile, and even though it was clear he was just using you, you couldn’t help feeling smitten. Honestly, you didn’t mind being taken advantage of if it was him.

“Okay.”

He beamed, “Okay?”

“Okay, yeah, I can do that.”

“Great, you can come back to my place after baseball practice.”

“What?” You stared at him flabbergasted, the thought of going back to his place too much for your stupid little brain to handle. But Hyunjae was already going on ahead, turning around once more to yell “Wait for me at the gates!” before he disappeared.

Hyunjae lived in a small one room apartment. It was a little messy, just enough to make it feel cozy, and it smelled just like him. There were some books laying on the tiny kitchen table, it looked like physics and chemistry to you but you weren’t entirely sure. It made sense though, because you knew he was a science major outside of pursuing baseball. If you thought about it, him being in Lit 2 was a little odd, but since it meant sharing a class with him you weren’t going to question it. Maybe he was just interested in literature? Not that you could spot any other books in his room, though. What you did spot was his varsity jacket that he’d thoughtlessly thrown over the backrest of one of the two chairs when you’d come in, and you were itching to touch it, smell it, try it on. He was still in the bathroom, taking a quick shower since he hadn’t wanted to make you wait longer than necessary by showering after practice. Your fingers ran over the fabric, tracing the letter embroidered on the chest. The water was still running, so surely he wouldn’t be out anytime soon, right? Surely you could try it on just for a moment? Without thinking further you slipped into it, drowning yourself in the well worn fabric. You buried your nose in the collar, breathing in his scent, cheeks flushed red at the thought of him having worn this same jacket just ten minutes ago. But then the water suddenly stopped and you could hear the sound of the shower cubicle opening and closing. You hurriedly took the jacket off and placed it back over the chair before sitting back down on the floor the way he'd left you, the low coffee table in front of you and your back leaning against the frame of his bed.

Hyunjae stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, sweat pants riding low on his hips and a towel hanging around his shoulders to catch the water dripping from his wet hair. His gaze lingered on his varsity jacket for a moment and you realized in horror that you'd put it over the wrong chair. But then he tore his gaze away to look at you instead. "So what's the verdict?"

"Sorry?" Did he mean the jacket? Did he realize?

"My flat, do you like it?"

“Oh, yes, yeah, it's cozy."

He nodded slowly before walking to the dresser and fishing out a shirt to put on. "Good, good, hope you made yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?" Without waiting for a response he already walked into the kitchenette and opened the fridge. "I don't have much though… Orange juice? Or water…"

"Water is fine," you quickly assured when his gaze fell onto a bottle. "Oh, right, I still have this too." He held up an all too familiar looking green sport’s drink. You felt sick to your stomach.

"Water is fine," you croaked again.

"You sure? Guess I'll have it then. Only just came from practice after all." He hummed as he closed the fridge again and got out a glass for you. Your gaze stayed glued on the drink, even when he walked back over and put down the water on the table before taking a seat across from you.

"You good? You're a little pale," he commented with worry etched into his features while his hands unscrewed the bottle in his hands. You almost flinched when you heard the sound of the seal breaking.

"I-I'm fine," you pressed out even if you weren’t.

"Hmm," Hyunjae didn't seem convinced. He took a sip of the drink and you watched the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. "You look like you've seen a ghost." Another sip. "Did you?"

"W-what?"

"A ghost, did you see one? Someone who died?" There was something weird in his eyes. It scared you.

"I—no, of course not!"

"Are you sure?" Hyunjae leaned over the table, coming unsettlingly close. "Because I'm pretty sure you did."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" He laughed and then his eyes went wide. He stared at the bottle in his hand while he grabbed his throat with the other, making a show of heaving and coughing. And then he just turned back to you, with a raised eyebrow. "Ring any bells?"

"What-what? It was a dream! It didn’t happen!"

"A dream? Are your dreams always realistic like that?" He put on a pout in a display of fake pity, "That must be so scary."

Cold fear was pumping through your veins. You didn’t understand what was going on, all you knew was you were afraid. "But then—why?"

"That day I wanted to mess with you a bit, wasn’t it funny? Your panicked face was so cute." Hyunjae chuckled in amusement. "But I really didn’t think you would just leave me to die. Did you not want to save me at all?"

"N-no, I—," Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of fear and helplessness. "I didn't want to—I—"

"Oh, no, don't cry," he cooed and then there was his sweet sweet smile again that had made you fall in love with him in the first place. "It's okay, hm? I'm not angry with you."

"Really?" you sniffled.

"Of course." Hyunjae reached out to cup your cheek, fingers brushing away the tears that'd spilled. "Can't hold a grudge against what's mine, right?"

"Y-yours?"

"Aren’t you?" He asked, his smile giving way to a pout that wasn't any less cute, "Mine?"

"I—I don't know—"

"I know it all, y/n. You're my secret santa, aren’t you? Following me around and leaving gifts for me like the cute little stalker you are."

"I'm not a—"

"It's okay, it's okay, I told you I won't be angry. As long as you'll be mine, of course." The thumb that had just been caressing your cheek moved a little lower, softly tugging at your lower lip. He watched the way your lips parted for him before his eyes darted back up to yours. "And you will be, right?"

You met his intense gaze and it somehow felt hard to breathe. "Yes," you pressed out, "All yours."

"That's it," he smiled before brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that started soft and sweet, but soon robbed you of the last bits of coherency that'd been left in your clouded mind. You leaned into his touch, letting him take from you what he wanted, as much as he wanted. All of this was so wrong, but how could you be expected to abide by morals when the guy you’d been in love with since you’d first met was devouring your lips like that?

You barely registered him getting up, only letting out a needy whine when his touch briefly disappeared. But then he was back, right in front of you, without a table to keep you apart and pulling you right into another dizzying kiss that had you clutching the fabric of his shirt.

“So good for me,” he mumbled into your lips, “so pathetic and cute.”

His arms came around your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap. He held onto you tightly as he hoisted you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his body as you clung to him, scared of being dropped.

“Don’t worry, princess,” he whispered, slowly lowering you onto the bed behind you, “I got you.”

“Oh, I’m so glad I decided to bump into you that day,” he mumbled into the back of your neck later that night. Even though he said it sweetly, something about his words made the blood freeze in your veins. “You were so cute, all flustered and apologizing as you hurried to pick up the things you dropped.”

“I remember,” you swallowed around the uncomfortable feeling in your throat, “I felt like it was fate.”

“Mhm, fate is one way to put it,” he kissed your neck tenderly, “I prefer to call it meticulous planning finally paying off.”

“What?”

“Did you really think it was a coincidence?”

“Wasn’t it?”

“No, princess. It was all on purpose. I knew you long before that moment and I wanted you all along. Isn’t that romantic?” Another peck against your bare skin. “But you really exceeded my expectations, haven't you? I didn’t think you’d grow this obsessed with me. It’s so cute.” The arm he had around you squeezed you a little tighter, “We’re really made for each other. Who else could love this obsessive side of you the way I do?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, unable to relax into his embrace, “We’re perfect.”

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vampsol · 5 months ago

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company etiquette | 𝐥𝐣𝐲

୨୧ pairing: lee juyeon x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: dom!juyeon, ceo!juyeon, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex, spanking, degradation || ୨୧ synopsis: "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it." || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @loserlvrss!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

Juyeon’s been called many names at his own company by people above and below him. Asshole. Megalomaniac. Psychotic. Control freak.

If only they knew the truth, the one person they least expect being able to combat all premade assumptions about the one in charge.

But the truth is not as easy as it seems. And the truth of the chief executive officer going down on his secretary in the conference room probably isn’t the best picture to paint for the fellow subordinates.

You write against the glass table, yanking on Juyeon’s hair as he swipes his tongue up and down your folds. His nose bumps your clit cruelly, his mouth too focused on the area around and inside your pussy.

“You taste so good. If only everyone knew how much of a slut you are, for me and only me.” He looks up at the floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the city and smirks in between your legs. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

You respond with, “You are fucking me against the glass, sir.“

Juyeon chuckles and presses his tongue inside of you again in response to your comeback, and you yelp at the welcome intrusion. He pulls away entirely and flips you over, hiking your skirt up higher for him to spank both of your asscheeks roughly. “I haven’t fucked you just yet. But I’m about to.”

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mymegrokosmos · 8 months ago

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the boyz as boyfriends drabble. i was left alone watching their content too long today so here you go. if you like this one i'll add the other members these are just my headcanons based on their body language/behaviour observed lately.

jacob is the kind of bf to constantly have one arm slung around you shoulder as he leans into your side or against your back. he makes it look effortless with his other hand casually slipped into one pants pocket. It's second nature to him, like breathing. If you reach up and hold his hand, he won't show it but he's melting just a little inside. he slings one arm around each of your shoulders when walking or standing between you and a friend, male or female (so long as you're both comfortable with that).

kevin is the type of bf to not mind you constantly hanging off of him. in fact, he likes that it shows how much you like him and how safe and comfortable you feel with him. he likes that you let down your walls if you're not usually a particularly touchy person and let yourself be vulnerable with him. that you trust him not to disrespect or overstep your boundaries and just feel like you can be yourself around him.

changmin is the type of bf to always be backhugging you or slipping his hands in your hoodie pockets and burying his face in your back or the crook of your neck. when you call him on it he claims that he's cold but that's always his excuse and if you try to pull away you can bet that he'll whine until you sigh and give in to his cuddling. he will absolutely 100% insist on holding your back to his chest, arms around your waist as he shuffles you both into the kitchen or wherever you were headed before he interrupted.

hyunjae also likes to have an arm around you but he moves around and fidgets, always coming back to you eventually but not usually staying still for very long. he plays with yout hoodie strings or necklaces, or your fingers whenever you reach up to stop his fidgeting or hold his hand in yours. when he laughs he pulls your whole body along with him in whatever direction he flops bc you know that man is collapsing like a rag doll while he loses it.

juyeon likes to rest a hand on your shoulder, or his chin. the type of bf to hook an arm loosely around your neck and hover from behind you staring down anyone you're talking to unblinkingly like a cat while he sizes them up and completely tunes out the conversation around you both until you tap his arm or tilt your head back to look up at him. lace your fingers through his, play with his rings or hold his wrist to have him melting and peering closer to catch whatever you have to say, you now have his full attention. he will stare at you like you've just hung the moon bc he's so endeared by everything you do.

eric is the type of bf to keep an arm around your waist or shoulder not just to keep you close but to let other people know you're taken. he's always hovering close when you're at parties or gatherings. will squeeze your hand or hips to make sure you're still there or when he feels like you aren't paying enough attention to him. he's protective and also likes to know you're safe in crowded places. 100% the type to insist on pouring your drinks for you but doing it one handed bc the man refuses to let go of his hold on you for even a minute he loves affection pls give it to him.

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loserlvrss · 1 month ago

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PRINCESS ❛𝐄. 𝐒𝐎𝐇𝐍 𓂃 ⋆ what mac said: she’s a princess to the public but a freak when it’s time 🫕

──── 𝑔𝒻reader ˚suggestive dialogue 409drabble LiBRARY

@yudaies when will I stop writing for you? 사랑, 𝓈𝘰𝘱𝘩

“Which one?” You asked, holding up a silk, black maxi dress that only hugged the top half of your body and another that hugged all of your shape but arguably showed less skin—besides the open back, of course.

It shouldn’t have been a difficult decision, but you were having trouble deciding which one looked best—Afterall, you liked them both. And the heels you wanted to wear didn’t help by being a basic black pair that matched practically everything. You’ve even worn them casually with jeans.

The man behind you, your boyfriend, was eyeing them through the mirror you stood in front of. You’d just finished doing your makeup and hair, actually content with how both turned out; the success was making you excited to be going out.

You hadn’t had the chance to see friends much during the catastrophe you called balancing work and Eric—who was always busy, and when he wasn’t, was always with you. But, you had your best friend, who came over often when your boyfriend was overseas on tour or just plain busy, and occasionally you’d go out for drinks with others who reached out. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a simple life, but it was yours.

His eyes landed on your face as he grabbed the one from your left hand: the non-silk maxi.

“This one’s easier for me to take off,” He joked.

“Not funny, Eric.” You side-eyed, scrunching the other in the crevasse of your elbow so it didn’t drag on the floor. “Does it look better on me than the other?”

Throwing the dress over his shoulder, his hands found your waist, “You look good in both, but yeah,” He sighed, bringing his lips down to the skin at the nape of your neck, “It’s the open back, especially when you wear your hair up, drives me insane, you know.”

You giggled, but relished in the way he held you against his defined body. The way he kissed your skin so gently, caressing your waist over the sleep shorts you were getting ready in.

“Is it too…” You smirked, huffing out your nose, knowing what he was going to say before he had the chance to reply, “Modest?”

He laughed, and your eyes rolled, “Nobody needs to know you’re a freak besides me, baby,” Eric voiced, kissing your cheek in between words and playfully looking through the mirror, “Keep up your princess act for everyone else.”

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daisyvisions · 9 months ago

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Do I Wanna Know? | Octoberfest Day 2

➺ Pairing - best friend!Juyeon x fem! reader

➺ Drink - Old Fashioned with a hint of absinthe (aka best friend!au x high / drunk sex)

➺ Summary - They say you should always chase your dreams...But what if your dream is a person?

➺ Word Count - 0.9K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), wet dreams, unprotected sex, dub con (don't read if triggering), foreplay, fingering, dry humping, messy makeouts, begging, wet dreams, marking, creampie, hair pulling, biting (?), a very in love Juyeon if you look closer , idiots-to-lovers eventually

➺ Author’s note - a shorter fic for today but I had this idea in my wips for a long time, felt like it was the right time to use it haha thinking of making a part 2 for this but do let me know if you’re interested in that! Title inspired by the Arctic Monkeys song of course. Proofread once, hope you enjoy!

➺ Taglist - @deoboyznet @snowflakewhispers @midnightfantasiez

@momhwa-agenda @nyu-topia @jaminthemiddle

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It almost seemed too real for Juyeon.

The way you whined under his touch. How his lips kissed the soft skin of your neck, one hand holding your neck while the other rested on your hip, enveloping you in a warm embrace as he cuddled you in his bed from behind. Holding onto you as if you'd slip away from him at any given moment.

He always had dreams like this. Dreams where he had you to himself. Dreams where he crossed the boundary of your friendship. Dreams where he could finally call you his. Dreams where you felt the same as he did.

Oh, how he hated waking up from these kinds of dreams, because he would have to face the reality that you were not his.

It's not that Juyeon hated being your best friend. He would rather choose your friendship over anything, even if it meant squashing down whatever romantic feelings he had for you. Even if it meant one day you two could no longer hang out the way you would because someone else had your attention.

Until then, he would cherish every moment he had with you, relish in dreams where he was the center of your attention for once. To touch you as only a lover should, just like he's currently doing in this very hazy but vivid dream.

"I want you," he mumbles in your ear, "I want you all to myself."

"Then have me. I've always been yours…" you whine out.

Something stirred within Juyeon as you said those words, making him tighten his grip on you as he started to leave love bites on your neck and shoulder. His hands snaked beneath your denim shorts, his palm cupping your sex as you moaned sweetly for him.

Juyeon's fingers start to dip between your folds, teasing your sensitive bud as you squirm against him. You couldn't help but desperately gasp his name, begging for him to undress you and tear you apart. And so he did, aggressively pulling down your shorts and pulling your panties to the side.

You could feel his clothed erection pressed up against your wet entrance as he slowly ruts into you, one hand cupping your mound as the other lifts your leg for better access.

Juyeon's breath falters as he feels your slick slowly dampening his clothes. He lets out a growl against your ear, swiftly removing his own pants as his desire for you grows stronger. He desperately needed to feel your skin against his, even your wetness was starting to feel too real for him to comprehend. He tugs his length briefly before aligning himself to your entrance, his tip eagerly nudging as he waits for your command.

"Tell me you want it." Juyeon gently holds your jaw with his other hand, wanting to look into your eyes as you beg for him to cross the line.

"Please, I want it. I want it so bad," you whine. Juyeon leans forward, his lips just a whisper away from touching yours as his eyes look down to your lips.

"If I give it to you, there's no turning back," he says with a deep and slow voice, subtly warning you of the consequences of your actions.

"I don't care," you breathe out, your eyes filled with desire. "I want you, Juyeon. I've always wanted you."

Without hesitation, Juyeon captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his hips slowly pushing forward as he enters you. You both moan into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sensation of finally becoming one.

Your hand instantly grabs his hair behind you as he starts to thrust his entire length inside you. Juyeon groans as you tug onto his hair, slowly increasing his pace while he holds your leg up. You two don't stop kissing as he continues to fuck himself between your velvety walls. Lips slotting between one another perfectly, tongues intertwining with one another, moaning into each other's mouths.

Everything about this dream was perfect to Juyeon, almost too perfect in fact. From all the wet dreams he's had, this one by far had to be the most vivid. Your touch, your sounds, even the smell of the shampoo you used, it almost seemed like—

"Fuck, I'm so close—" Juyeon slurs his words. "Come with me, please come with me," he begs.

"Juyeon, I— ugh!" Your walls suddenly squeeze his cock as you tighten your grip on his hair, tugging it as you fall over the edge. Juyeon comes right after you, his warmth instantly blooming inside you as he stills. He tries to catch his breath for a moment, trying to grasp why everything felt too real for him…

"Juyeon!"

He feels his body being shaken as your panicked voice causes his eyes to flutter open. His vision slowly adjusting as he feels his bed dip, your figure moving frantically as you pull away from him. Once Juyeon's vision starts to become clear, he sees your widened eyes looking back at him, as if you've seen a ghost.

"What's going on?" his groggy voice asks you, but you don't move a muscle as you're frozen in place.

Something wet flutters around his cock, making Juyeon hiss at the feeling. The moment he looks down to check, the realization hits him like a tidal wave… it wasn't a dream after all.

"Oh fuck…"

#🍸— octoberfest #deoboyznet #juyeon smut #lee juyeon #juyeon #tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz fanfic #tbz drabbles #the boyz scenarios #tbz hard hours #kpop smut

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ericscroptop · 3 months ago

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Oh, Baby!

✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home), mating press, breeding kink, daddy kink & lowkey mommy kink, fondling, creampie, marking, kissing, cursing, dirty talk, pet names, baby making business going on

this one is embodying sabrina carpenter’s “juno”

“one of me is cute, but two though?”

✦ word count: 4.0k words

✧ synopsis: baby fever is knocking at your door.

──★ ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !! ──★ ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !! ──★ ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !! ──★ ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !!

“Hi, cutie!” your boyfriend talks in a gentle, hushed tone, a complete contrast from how loud his volume can range otherwise.

Rightly so though, as his niece sits over his lap, bouncing her lightly for her entertainment with his leg, looking at her through fond, endeared eyes.

“It’s your uncle Youngjae.” he follows with tickling at her tummy gingerly with pinched fingers. Simultaneously through pouted lips, his tongue clicks repeatedly and other noises peep out from him, cutely cooing at her.

Sitting across from them on a different sofa, you watched from your own affectionate perspective, smiling from ear to ear.

It was about time you two paid a visit to not only Eric’s sister, but to come see his niece. She was the first grand baby of the family, so that automatically made her a beloved gem in everyone’s lives.

She’s six months and only kept growing cuter as time went on. It was fascinating the way her boba-like eyes that seemed to never blink, stare up curiously at her uncle, mouth full of her small curled up fist.

You continued enjoying viewing Eric try to bond with her. He’d contort his face into different funny-looking expressions, using exaggerated lip movements and a high-pitched tone to crack any positive reaction out of her.

But she simply drooled while gnawing on that fist of hers, the only action of hers aside from the occasional kicking of limbs.

Only the adults in the room get a kick out of Eric making a fool of himself trying to get his niece to show any ounce of glee, jokingly agreeing that she doesn’t care for her uncle.

It isn’t until his efforts at last pay off through singing a Korean nursery rhyme, that a big, toothless grin bestows upon her. Melodic giggles and babbles spring out of her, almost as if she’s trying to sing along with her uncle.

It’s such a simple moment, but everyone lights up at her finally perking up, flinging her chubby arms around and spouting unintelligible sounds in chorus.

The current setting was so lovely and amusing. Getting a baby to display happiness was always a hit across all boards, especially when it came from someone as dear as her uncle.

Even though you and Eric’s sister further teased her brother with similar comments of how perhaps he should be the male version of Ms Rachel, seeing your boyfriend carefree as such a softie towards a precious, delicate little human, touched your heart.

You rarely witnessed this paternal-like side of his. Watching the man you’re in love with be so engaged and loving towards a baby awoke something within.

Listening to his mellow tone when talking to her, him repeating and imitating the sounds his niece made, and having his undivided attention on her was utterly charming. Not to mention the secure but careful hold he had on her, protective, yet nurturing behavior.

It all looked so natural for him. Perhaps it shouldn’t be a surprise considering how Eric was raised right. Yes he could be rambunctious and daring often, but he was also sweet, kind, and caring.

Observing him in this way opened up a window of thoughts— for instance, providing you a taste of what having a child with Eric could look like.

And you didn’t realize a baby being in good hands of your boyfriend could possibly make him more attractive than he already is. It really did.

“She smells fresh. It’s that baby smell.” Eric brings you out from your head as he directs his nose repeatedly over his niece’s hair, seemingly obsessed with inhaling her aroma. His face displays fascination and child-like wonder, genuinely impressed at how fresh and soothing she smelled.

“Okay, that’s enough of smelling my daughter, you canine.” Eric’s sister remarked and reaches for her daughter. She pulls her into her arms and laughs, ignoring the over exaggerated pout on her brother’s face when his arms don’t hold the sweet girl anymore.

“It’s Y/n’s turn!”

You perk up as the baby’s passed for you to grab, adjusting and straightening yourself up so that you can hold her well.

For not even one second was your expression not bright. The little one looked up at you wide-eyed as you copied Eric’s action earlier of using mild movement of your leg to spring her up, helping her settle into you.

She grew quite a tad since the last time you saw her. Your fingers reached for her small curled hand, cooing out loud about how tiny it was in comparison to yours. It’s crazy to think that at one point, yours was exactly that small.

With the baby sitting over you, you fully inspect her features in awe.

It appeared like there wasn’t a single thought behind those doll-like eyes of hers, sporadically blinking through wispy, long lashes that had you envious and wishing your natural lashes were that beautiful.

While wiping away some spit that managed to slip past her lips, you continue lingering over the growing features she possesses.

She was apple-cheeked, full of color with a rosy tint shining through. Her skin was so tender and fresh-like. You thumbed at her cheek in wonder, the feeling so smooth and pillowy.

Everything about her seemed so minuscule. Such a fragile being was placed in your hold, brewing thoughts of the full life ahead of her, and that you’d get to be a part of it.

A hand of yours went up to her head, delicately grazing your fingertips over her thin, perfectly combed hair.

You’re compelled to take a whiff— despite laughing at Eric for doing it rather madly. You need to soak in what the hype is all about.

A clean, nostalgic fragrance wafts into your nostrils, humming at how comforting it was for your senses. No wonder Eric couldn’t peel his nose away; Her scent was addicting.

There must’ve been magic in that sweet scent, containing healing properties that made you want to kick your feet out of euphoria and attack her squishy cheeks with a load of kisses.

A simple scent triggered fuzzy feelings, developing cute aggression towards the darling angel.

It led you to think about the idea of having your own little one.

You wonder what it would be like to carry and raise your own flesh and blood. How it would feel to live the life of motherhood— rocking your baby to sleep in your arms, providing your baby with all the love and attention you have to offer, and watching them achieve multiple milestones.

You then circled back to pondering over raising a child with Eric. Just the mere thought of him being the father of your children someday gets your heart going. Your tummy does somersaults in thinking about his role as a father and creating a baby with him.

Without a doubt, he’d be the perfect person to raise a child with. There were a multitude of layers and sides to him that manifested naturally during the right times.

He was protective, respectful, and responsible. Eric carried maturity in the sense that he was considerate and caring when it came to those he loved. Hell, even towards strangers.

He also knew how to have a good time and not let the fact that he’s an adult get in the way of having fun. Thankfully uptightness was something he had an allergy to.

His personality consisted of goofy, playful, and eccentric at times. Charisma shined out from him whenever he spoke. One would never expect the random challenges he’d give himself to an absurd activity, or him barking like a dog as if he was one.

Expect the unexpected is a saying that fits perfectly with Eric. You’re always kept on your toes with him by your side— in a good way, that is. Dullness wasn’t something that existed when within his presence. All the excitement and color he brought to your life would only brighten and grow with the addition of his own kid.

Another thing you valued in Eric was how that man had no fear in unveiling his vulnerability. There was no ultra-masculine front put up to appease to societal expectations. Empathy and sensitivity were things some guys brushed off and hid, claiming that men shouldn’t be so sensitive.

But if anyone knows Eric, they know how emotional of a person he is. A crybaby, as you liked to tease. You can practically picture him crying at the delivery and birth of his child.

It touched you though, for he wore his heart on his sleeve and you admired how incredibly sweet and pure he was.

You’re positive he would fill in all the categories of what it meant to be a parent.

And God… don’t even get started on fantasizing over what your children would look like. Would they look more like you or him? Bless his genetics. As gorgeous as he looks and his whole family are, you’d imagine your kids to inherit remarkable beauty and physical attributes.

The idea of procreating and coming together to bring your genetics and love to life in the form of a human being, swelled your sex more than you liked to admit.

To think that you always destined yourself as ‘little miss rich aunt,’ being the auntie someday that would spoil the crap out of other people’s kids and not bear your own.

But here you are, romanticizing and melting over picturing your life with a child. With Eric as the father, by your side during long nights when the baby is having their nightly feeding, or watching him teach your child (regardless of gender) how to play baseball.

The rest of the evening, there was a persistent tingly sensation in your lower region. Your hormones were whirling in a frenzy, seeing him continue to be gentle and interactive with his niece. It was so attractive seeing him so nurturing, able to handle a baby.

He rocked her in his arms and played peekaboo with her, eliciting the most adorable giggles.

It’s like your uterus jumped into a different dimension. You found your heart, mind, and ovaries exploding, growing warm at how insanely well your boyfriend handled a child.

Seems like you have a case of baby fever.

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Later while you two were heading home, you scrolled through your camera roll, looking at some candid photos you took of Eric with his niece.

Every image brought you the same feelings a happy pill would. Even through the images, it was obvious how careful and attached he was to her. You guys were just with her, but you’re already reminiscing being around the baby.

“Your niece is the cutest thing ever. Those Sohn genes run strong.” you zoomed into a picture that displayed her face clearly, turning your phone so that Eric could see.

Since he’s concentrated on driving, he takes a couple quick glances, grinning at the image you managed to catch of her smiling in Eric’s lap, gums on proud display.

“I know right! She’s like a splitting image of my sister. I just know she brags about it to everyone.”

“I miss her already.” you admitted, longing eyes staring at the photos, wishing to have your own bundle of joy.

“We can go over next weekend. You know my sis would love getting her hands off the baby for awhile.” he assures.

“Makes me want a baby.” you sighed out truthfully, gaze unable to peel away from the pictures you took, clutching your phone tightly imagining as if his niece was still in your arms.

Eric doesn’t know what to say at that. He’d like to think there was no real seriousness behind those words; It was common to feel that way after being around a cuddly, tiny human.

He plays it safe by merely laughing. On the inside however, there’s turmoil over the possibility of raising a child with you. He wonders if that is in your cards, and if you’d want to delve through the journey together.

It’s not really a conversation you two have openly had aside from pregnancy scares. However, if he ever got you pregnant, he doesn’t believe it would be the end of the world. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Eric…” you began shortly, face getting hot at the conversation you’re wanting to have.

“What’s up, babe?” he asks normally, eyes focused on the road.

You slid down just a tad in the passenger seat and reclined, fiddling with the seatbelt and feeling small as you muster courage to spit out what’s been on your mind.

“Do you wanna have kids some day?”

Thankfully his reaction and answer is as clear as day. A genuine smile appearing on his face has you straightening yourself up.

“‘Course I do. I’d love to be a dad.” his response is straightforward and confident, making you secretly thrilled.

“Imagine having a whole baseball team of kids, y’know.” he smirks.

You quickly give him a deadpanned-look, one that threatened to chuck something at him for his ability to say something foolish when you thought this current conversation was going to be wholesome.

You had no right to hate, though. You’ve said way more out of pocket comments. What he said was mild, but you’re just always looking for an excuse to make him sweat.

“Kidding, I’m kidding!” he laughs, defending himself before you even have time to berate him.

“Do you?” he bounces your question for him back to you.

“To be honest… I never really thought too much about the possibility until today.”

In other words, you held no desire to reproduce with someone until… him.

“You’d be a really good dad.” you take this opportunity to tell him. Confident in that statement, and hoping he’d get the hint.

His lips part as he thinks about what you said, visible amusement plastered over him from the genuine compliment. He turns his head to look at you, your face wearing a sappy look.

“Ya think so?”

“Seeing me with a baby wind you up, huh?” he follows with a teasing tone and raise of brows, not leaving room for you to elaborate or comment further.

You wanted to smack the smug little smile he’s wearing right off— because he was right.

“Hm?” he elbows you when you don’t react verbally, always enjoying turning the conversation towards a suggestive direction.

The nudge makes you pout, reaching over and pinching at his arm like a bratty five year old. To which, he responds with that same childish energy, drawing out an ‘ouchhh’ and giggling obnoxiously.

“I’m being serious, Eric!” you whined, flustered even though you want for him to take care of you so well physically, that you end up full of his seed in the end.

“So am I!” he swears. “Did you imagine me as a dad? As a DILF?” he eggs you on. It doesn’t help that all of what he’s saying is true. You’re unable to deny or brush his claims off.

In your head, you can see him clearly as a wonderful dad. One that was attentive, affectionate, and supportive.

Your mind specifically glamorizes over how Eric would look as one. Mr bulky, strong arms rocking your child. Imagine how sexy he’d look when he reached a new level of maturity as a father.

He’d probably grow absentminded or careless with his own needs occasionally, like letting the stubble on his face grow out more than he’d like. Of which, would work in your favor. For seeing stubble strikes your hormones from how ruggedly-manly it made him.

He’d also be extra cautious and protective. Not only when the baby’s alive and breathing, but since the second he’s aware that you’re pregnant. Your stomach feels like it’s flipping at the thought of him being so vigilant.

If he currently is already so possessive and clingy, you can’t imagine how that could increase more. His two babies would be his top priority, on guard 24/7 like a dog.

Especially during the expected-9 months of carrying. You can imagine that he’d be fascinated with your growing bump, hands roaming over and on you at all times. The princess treatment would skyrocket while you worked on staying healthy and allowing the baby to develop.

The envision has you all hot and bothered, legs shifting and core squeezing at nothing.

“And what if I did? What are you gonna do about it, daddy?” you coat that last word with extra sugar and tease, even giving him pouty eyes for extra emphasis.

You swear he grips the steering wheel more than necessary, hearing a name that whips out from your lips when you wanted to be a submissive, dirty little slut.

Given all this talk about babies, being called daddy never hit him this hard. He pokes his inner cheek with tongue, hearing nothing but the replay of your fake-innocent tone in his head.

He takes a couple seconds to send you a look that signals you’ll be in for a real treat when you arrive home. One that would entail giving you what you wanted, doubling down.

You’ve succeeded in horning him up. Now, let’s see if you can take it.

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Within a matter of time, Eric had you locked in mating press, his hard cock suffocating deliciously inside your tight, weak hole.

“Want me to make you a mommy? Yeah, baby?” he breathes out lowly, a sultry tinge to his words that travels hot straight into your sex.

All you can do is moan helplessly, losing any coherence as you bear the weight of his build and manhood. Your only response is greedily sucking him in through your walls, mouth spilling out huffs and puffs uncontrollably that varied in pitch.

Your legs were spread out as far as physically possible, making room for Eric to penetrate into you with great depth, his tip hitting your spongey spots, base and all getting squeezed and dripping wet.

Palms flat on the mattress on either side of you, he uses all his force and sexual urge to drive hungrily into your aching cunt. He’s balls-deep into you, determined to fuck you so well that you’ll be filled up to the damn brim with his cum.

Eric’s taking full charge; Your body’s feeling so small and writhing underneath his. You can barely manage to move your arms since the pleasure consumes your mind so much that all you can do is keep up with his breaths, crying out profusely.

However, you somehow manage to slither a hand down along to find the balls that slapped hard against your ass. You get a grip on them, thumbing the skin friskily and even tugging and juggling at them gently.

“Mine.” you whispered, referring to the full sack in your hold, practically salivating from how close and personal you are with Eric. You’re also dying for him to spill his milky substance into your core, a token of belonging.

A guttural groan emits from him first, followed by hisses and whimpers as more seconds with his sensitive sack in your hand goes by.

You’re killing him. You’ve got him hooked for life.

“Ah, Fuck, Y/n— mph, my nasty girl.” he grits out, feeling a pleasing tickle rippling through his skin, his pace growing off focus from you not resisting in keeping your hands to yourself.

He takes a moment to swiftly redirect your playful hand away and attaching it up to his back, your other hand shortly following. Your nails pressed sharply into his shoulder blades, gripping onto his skin as he fucks you senseless.

You’re drowning in the delicious pressure of his girth beating your pussy ferociously, his hips thrusting hard and deep. He chases that feeling of ecstasy, determined to fill up his pretty baby.

Your nails grip him like you’re afraid he’d stop any moment, digging and scratching into his back and marking him. If you let go of him, you also fear you’d completely lose yourself. So, you hold onto your anchor.

“Mhm, good girl. Take it, princess. This dick belongs to you.” he growls, pushing through your mighty clawing, praising you for responding so well to him.

Squelching and irregular, desperate breaths serve as the soundtrack to your baby making. You’re beyond aroused, wetness coating his entire cock and running down your ass. His hot breath hits your face, lust and desperation casting over his sultry eyes.

You whined, mumbling ‘daddy’ dreamily, locking your legs around his waist. Your legs were straining from being spread out, and you grew more eager to be milked by his cock, anxious in needing him closer to you even though given your current position, how can you get closer than this?

He pushes his face right at one of your ears, brushing his lips sensually over your lobe.

“Tell me, baby. Talk to me.” he whispers, begging to hear your voice form words.

You attempt to formulate something clear, but that goddamn mouth of his delays your thoughts from voicing. Contrasting from his rough thrusts, he sweetly kisses your earlobe lazily but intently. He even draws his tongue out to swirl the muscle over your fleshy flap of skin.

“Make me cum. I wanna cum. Need you, daddy.” you babbled, whining even more when you hear him chuckle through his panting.

“Please— ah!” your plea gets cut off when he unexpectedly sneaks a hand down to toy with your puffy clit, rubbing your needy bud.

Your body arches into his hand, tightening all of your muscles from the direct stimulation over your bundle of nerves.

Eric throbs inside you when your body reacts eagerly, like your walls are tugging at his cock inwards. Your pussy begged to be bred.

“Come on, ma. Cum for daddy, yeah?” his voice is throaty with some fine edge to it, persisting with some final vile rams into you that soon grow sloppy as his own body is rising with tension, leaking tip warning him that he’s preparing to fully erupt.

He fulfills all of your desires, kissing and filling your tingling hole with his manhood, then, coming undone at the same time as you.

Your pussy squeezes his cock all the way empty, your hole now creamy with both of your spilled cum. You cry and cry out to him, arms glued to his upper back as he paints your walls with his love.

“That’s it, ma. Good girl.” he breathes out, drained from all his efforts but relieved to have busted all that he had.

It’s a few minutes of recovery before he pulls out of you, leaving worshipping kisses all over your shoulders and neck while he does so. The blended cum attempts to ooze and drip out of you, but Eric stops that from happening with the magic of his fingers.

Two fingers are inserted into your hole to plug your sex. He pushes the fluids back in, allowing your pussy to soak it all up, still kissing your body as he fills your ears with praises and promises of loving you eternally.

Your walls hug his digits, responding cheekily towards his string of darling words that never seem to have an end. And you like it like that.

After a while, he now spoons you from behind with your back pressed against his chest, bare skin-on-skin contact. His dominant hand reaches over to cup your lower tummy. The feeling is soothing, your eyelids heavy as he rubs at your stomach as if you already have a swollen belly full of life.

“You’ll be a beautiful mama.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your cheek, face flushed with a honey glow.

He thinks about the seed he planted inside of you, dreaming about it blossoming into something that grows in your belly and pops out as a mini human.

Your love being enough to make a whole being has him smiling fondly, snuggling into your figure extra close and never letting your tummy go.

Hopefully you’re extra fertile today.

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