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gamerwoo · 11 months

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[Tales from the Pack] Soonyoung: Imperfect (Part 10)

Characters: Soonyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, mild angst??, they talk a lot about like rut and stuff but nothing happens, mention of religion at the beginning, i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything :)

Word count: 3,654

Summary: Soonyoung has always been desperate to find his mate, often going out into town at night to fill the void of imprinting that he craves so much. Then suddenly, you (quite literally) appear in front of him. He’d always dreamed and fantasized about what having his mate would be like, but the reality is nothing like he expected.

a/n: things in bold are in english and whenever soonyoung says reader’s name it’s meant to be reader’s surname

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You both knew it was coming. It was kind of weird that you could sense it. There was a shift in Soonyoung, both in how he was acting and other things that you could just sense -- things your instincts picked up on that weren’t necessarily things you could physically see. They were signs you were already familiar with because of the boys in your pack, but these ones were impacting you, now. It was different. It was scary.

It was...intriguing.

Your mate’s rut was coming up very soon. Obviously that was a conversation that hadn’t come up between the two of you, but now that you could sense the change, you knew Soonyoung would want to talk about it.

God, you moving in was really bad timing.

“Y’know, I was never quite sure if I believed in God or Gods or any higher power,” Soonyoung began as he sat in the kitchen, sitting at one of the chairs at the table with his head back as he stared at the ceiling, “but now I’m positive there’s one out there because they fucking hate me.”

“Could just chalk everything up to fate like Lilly used to,” Jun shrugged.

“Maybe it is,” Seungcheol offered. “Maybe this is how you and _____ will really start bonding.”

Soonyoung’s eyes widened, his head lifting up like he was being raised from the dead as he stared at the eldest, “That is not how I want to bond.”

“Your track record implies otherwise,” Danbi snorted, making the others in the kitchen laugh along.

“Well, not now!”

“So what’re you going to do, then?” Yeji wondered. “She moved in hardly a week ago. You’re gonna kick her back out?”

“What else am I supposed to do?” he sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t be around her like this. It’s way too soon for us to be doing...any of that, and I don’t want the first time to be because of fucking rut.”

Jihoon scoffed, “Since when are you a gentleman?”

“Speak for yourself.”

“Aw, Soonie was a hopeless romantic the whole time,” Danbi cooed. “He just...had unconventional ways of trying to find his mate.”

“How’re you going to boot her?” Yeji asked bluntly, changing the subject back.

“Considering I probably can’t word it very well, I was hoping...maybe...Kyu--”

“No.”

The newer alpha walked into the kitchen before Soonyoung could even get her name fully out of his mouth. His golden eyes widened as his eyes followed her like a helpless puppy. He scrambled to his feet and immediately stood behind her as she opened the fridge door, her curly hair tickling his nose from how close he got to her.

“Please?” he begged. “I can’t nicely ask her to leave. I can’t even explain to her what’s happening! I’d need your help anyway so why not just do it for me?”

“Because she’s not my mate, Soon,” she chuckled, turning around and putting a hand to his chest to gently push him backwards a couple steps. “I’m not talking to her about anybody’s mating season. That’s between you, her, and Mother Nature.”

“And how am I supposed to explain it to her when I don’t even know the words to do it?” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and furrowing his brow. “Face it, you need to help me.”

“I don’t need to do anything,” she stated, mimicking his expression and body language. “You don’t have any alpha charge over me.”

The two stood there in a silent battle to see who would break, but neither seemed to do so. Eyes narrowed and tension so thick it was almost palatable, the two alphas stared each other down unwaveringly.

“I’ll do it.”

All eyes in the kitchen went to the doorway to see a tired Josh standing beside an ever-chipper-looking Arinya, her hand in his. He looked like a disheveled and grumpy father bringing his daughter downstairs too early on Christmas morning, and a few of the wolves couldn’t help but scoff and snort.

Kyung and Soonyoung both figured that if anyone were to concede and offer help, it would’ve been Hansol. They were honestly both surprised to see the eldest of the English speakers being the one to step up -- especially considering he never wanted to help anyone.

“You’ll do it?” Junhui laughed. “Did we all just forget about the last time you ‘helped’ Soonyoung and _____?”

Joshua merely rolled his eyes as Ari let go of his hand to scurry into the kitchen in search of breakfast. He entered at a much slower pace, relaxing down into a wooden chair at the end of the table.

“I learned my lesson, alright?” he insisted, though he seemed pretty bored. “Plus, _____ unfortunately would be able to understand at least part of what he says, so lying would be kind of hard.”

“Wow, how kind of you,” Danbi deadpanned.

“Why’re you volunteering?” Seungcheol asked him curiously, studying him carefully for any signs of ulterior motives. “You never wanted to help with their English lessons.”

“Because,” he let out a deep sigh, “I really don’t feel like hearing Soonyoung fuck her brains out.”

The kitchen filled with murmurs of agreement as Soonyoung’s face turned bright red and he frowned deeply at the older wolf.

Joshua took notice of his expression and smiled a stupid, shit-eating grin, “Do you want someone’s help or not?”

“Fine, whatever,” was all he grumbled in reply.

Maybe Hansol would’ve been first to step in and offer his help, but he was out with you, anyway. Him, Minghao, and Jia went to the market with you because the pack needed a few things, and you knew of a vendor from New Zealand who always gave you really good discounts.

After only a few minutes of talking with Jia, though, he offered to give you some things for free.

“I really don’t think he was hitting on her,” Hansol insisted so Minghao’s jealousy wouldn’t get too out of hand.

But he was jealous. He didn’t understand why that vendor would just give them stuff unless he had some sort of interest in his mate.

“_____, what do you think?” Hansol asked you, turning to his right to look at you.

You had vaguely gotten the gist of the conversation, so you shrugged, “He didn’t look at her any kind of weird way. I don’t know, Minghao, I think Jia’s just really likeable.”

When Hansol translated, Jia giggled softly in response, “Thank you.”

“I think anybody would give her the shirt off their back if she asked,” you continued.

“Exactly!” Hansol chuckled.

The rest of the walk through the forest was mostly filled with Hansol trying to explain to Minghao the odd affect his mate had on everyone around her, which was why the vendor probably did what he did. But it seemed like Minghao wasn’t letting up on his opinion that the guy had an interest in Jia.

As you approached the house, you could see Hanbin, Jaesang, and Baekhan standing in the yard, talking to Seungcheol, Jooyeon, Danbi, Joshua, and Soonyoung. As soon as you could be seen in the trees, Soonyoung’s eyes locked on you and his body went slightly rigid despite the wide smile on his face seeing you come back from the market.

It wasn’t surprising to you that a few members of your old pack -- that felt so weird to say -- had shown up. They promised to help bring a few remaining things from your room to your new house.

Except they still had things in their arms, and it was things you had already brought to the house. So why did they have them with them outside?

You could tell they were talking about moving -- you’d heard enough about that all week to know. Something about moving and only staying for a week. Something about it being quick and easy, and something about wondering if you’d agree to it.

You? Why would you be moving away?

Were they kicking you out?

Your blood suddenly started to feel cold. You wondered if they maybe couldn’t make it work like Kyung and Soonyoung insisted they could. Maybe there were too many people in the house. Or maybe you were too much of a handful. You tried to be helpful, but you obviously weren’t the easiest person to communicate with, and you still tended to get shy and a little nervous pretty often.

As your small group approached, the eyes of your pack were drawn to you, causing your old pack to turn around to see who was coming. All of them -- except Jooyeon and Danbi -- were either smiling or laughing quietly at something.

“Um...did you guys forget somebody?” Jooyeon asked.

Minghao and Hansol both gave them confused looks before turning to make sure everyone was accounted for. Jia, who was the most likely to get lost, was still between them, her head angled upwards like she was looking up at Minghao to understand what Jooyeon was talking about.

Then they looked to the end, and Hansol’s eyes widened, leaning away from where he was sure you were standing, but he couldn’t physically see you there.

You were invisible, your nerves getting the best of you and it just...happened. It was a typical occurrence, and it became so common for it to happen that you didn’t even really realize when it did anymore.

“Why are you hiding?” Soonyoung giggled, walking right up to you and taking both of your hands in his like he could see you.

He just always knew where you were. It was both endearing in a cheesy soulmate-y kind of way, and also somewhat frightening and a bit annoying.

You came back into view, your wide, worried eyes looking at Hanbin as you asked quietly, “Am I moving?”

Hanbin immediately looked at Soonyoung, seeming somehow more frightened than you.

Soonyoung looked at him, then back at you. Then he turned to look at Joshua over his shoulder, “Hey, uh...help?”

Seungcheol’s arm was around Jooyeon, and he lightly tapped against he shoulder, “We should go inside.”

“What? Why?” she whined as he began to slowly drag her away. “I wanna see what happens!”

“It’s none of our business, baby,” he told her.

“But you’ll know! You’ll hear everything!”

“We’ll be, um...in the backyard,” Hanbin decided, looking between you and Soonyoung. “Come find us when you’re done.”

As they walked away, and the rest of the pack went inside the house, Joshua stepped forward to stand beside your mate. He told you what your old alpha told you, and your eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s going on...?” you wondered in a small voice, looking between the two men like they were towering menacingly over you, when they were actually standing casually beside each other.

“You’re fading again,” Joshua stated.

You fixed yourself and rolled your shoulders back, trying to relax yourself and take a deep breath. But the longer they weren’t telling you, the more anxious you were getting.

“_____,” Soonyoung said your first name for the first time as he stepped closer and gave your hands a gentle squeeze, and it made your heart sink into your stomach. That had to be a bad sign. Soonyoung never called you by your first name, or even the nickname your old pack had given you. But he seemed to be able to tell how scared you were from how your eyes widened and your breathing hitched slightly, and he quickly said, “Baby, it’s nothing bad, I promise.”

Still, that didn’t help.

“Can you just say what you need to say?” Joshua pressed. “You’re stressing her out more doing it slowly.”

Soonyoung closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“Can you relax, drama queen? You’re hardly even the one telling her,” the older man told him, rolling his eyes.

Your mate’s eyes opened again, staring straight into yours.

“I need you to leave for about a week--”

Your eyes widened again.

“Only a week!” he told you quickly. “You will come back to me, I promise. I just...”

He looked to Joshua for guidance.

Josh was looking at you while he listened to Soonyoung, but when the alpha stopped, he slowly turned his head to look at him. Then he gave him a ‘what?’ sort of gesture with a mean look to go with it.

“You’re the alpha,” he reminded Soonyoung.

“You’ve been alive longer than me,” Soonyoung retorted. “And you said you’d help me, so help. What do I even say?”

“Just tell her.”

Soonyoung looked back at you, looking almost as scared as you probably did.

“My rut is starting really soon, so I want you to go back with Hanbin for a little while.”

All you caught was ‘go with Hanbin’, so you just blinked as your look of worry started to border on confusion.

The alpha looked to Joshua again, “See, you should’ve just told her.”

The healer let out a deep and annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes before he looked back at you. Thankfully, any hostility he held toward his alpha didn’t show when he looked at you. He looked much softer, which helped your nerves.

“Soonyoung’s asking you to leave while his rut is happening,” he told you earnestly. “You’re obviously more than welcome to come back after it’s over, but he wants you away from him while it’s happening.”

Your body warmed, like you felt the blood rushing back into every limb. You felt like you could breath again, and your expression definitely relaxed. But still, you were confused. Soonyoung didn’t want you around? Wasn’t the opposite supposed to happen?

“I want to ask why...but-- ...No offense, but I don’t really want you explaining any of this to me...” you admitted shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Josh just let out a laugh and told you, “I don’t really want to explain it to you, either. I just have to be here so you both understand each other.”

“Okay, then,” you breathed, figuring you really had no choice but to let Josh be included in your business. You would’ve rather had Kyung or Rika, but Rika was a handful of miles away, and you didn’t want to force Kyung to come play translator for you. So you looked to Soonyoung and carried on with the conversation. “Why don’t you want me around?”

“I will,” he told you with a chuckle. “That’s the problem. My-- Um... My rut this time around will be a lot stronger now that I found you. So not only do I not want to hurt you or be too much for you, but...I really don’t want our...first time together...to be during mating season. I know my rut also affects you, and I don’t want you to feel...obligated. I don’t want it to be forced because of instinct. I want it to be...special.”

You could tell even Soonyoung was getting uncomfortable speaking with Josh around, but his brother kept his expression neutral the whole time as he listened, and even when he did his best to translate. It was like none of it phased him even though the two of you were literally talking about sex.

After Josh was done, you frowned, sounding more offended than anything as you said, “You can’t hurt me.”

“You know what I mean,” Soonyoung laughed, shaking his head. “I’m assuming you’ve never experienced someone else’s rut. We can get...intense.”

“And I can attest to that,” Joshua admitted after he translated.

You scrunched your nose as you thought, letting out a deep breath through your nose. When you relaxed your face after considering everything for only a moment, you looked back at Soonyoung and shrugged.

“I think I’ll be fine,” you stated quietly.

Joshua scoffed before he let out a loud laugh, and Soonyoung gave you an incredulous look.

“Are you telling me you want to stay?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

“Why?”

You shrugged again despite your face feeling the hottest it ever has, and your voice came out shyly, “I don’t know. We already know we’re made for each other and stuff... As your mate, aren’t I supposed to...help?”

“There’s never any obligation,” Joshua told you seriously without even telling Soonyoung what you said. “Even as a mate, you can always say no.”

“I guess I just...want to...?”

God, you wanted to sink into the ground.

But it was true. You felt these feelings for Soonyoung, and you liked the idea of being with him -- even if you hated having to admit it to not only Soonyoung himself, but also his grumpy brother.

“I can’t even see you,” Josh said.

You came back into view as Soonyoung laughed loudly, his thumbs rubbing the backs of your hands, “It’s awkward, right?”

You nodded as you started to laugh awkwardly, too, “I hate this.”

Once you both stopped laughing, Soonyoung let out a breath. He looked deep into your eyes as he said, “_____, I can’t even tell you how happy it makes me to know you trust me enough to be with me like that. Happy is an understatement, honestly. I know how you are, and I know that this is...a huge step. I’m honored and elated and-- I just feel every good thing knowing you want to do all of that with me. But I really, really think it’s best for both of us if we wait. Not only does my hormones mess with you which is probably why you feel like you want to help, but what am I going to do if I can’t understand you and I accidentally go too far or hurt you somehow? I couldn’t live with myself.”

Joshua groaned, “Do I really have to say all of that?”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes before glaring at his brother, “You’re awful help, you know that?”

“I got it.”

Soonyoung and Joshua turned their heads toward each other to look over their shoulders, seeing Kyung already coming down the short steps from the porch. Like when Joshua volunteered, Soonyoung expected to see Hansol coming to volunteer, especially after Kyung made such a huge deal about not helping. But God, was he relieved to see her coming to his rescue.

“I can’t listen to you two bicker any longer,” she stated as she walked up between the two brothers. Then she pointed at Josh. “And if I had to listen to you sigh again, I think I’d ask Seokmin to strike me with lightning.”

To that, he smirked, “I knew if I did a shitty enough job, you’d come do it instead.”

Her eyes narrowed, and you saw small flames start to spark from her fingertips. It was then that Joshua quickly wished you luck before walking about as fast as you’d ever seen him toward the backyard.

Kyung looked to you with soft eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder, “_____, it really does mean a lot to him that you trust him that much and want to be with him like that -- more than I think I could even attempt to put into words -- but he really wants you to wait. Since neither of you can fully understand each other, it’s more of a safety thing more than anything. If he can’t understand you, there’s a possibility he could hurt you. On top of that, his hormones have an affect on you and vice versa. The reason you feel like you want to help could totally just be because of the change in him. It’s almost...forced, in a way.”

“How could he hurt me?” you wondered sincerely, ignoring every other reason.

“You know how during heat, you become... What’s the word...? Insatiable, I suppose? Like nothing is enough and you need more?”

“I guess.”

“It’s like that, but now it’s worse because now he has a mate,” she explained. “So, he honestly could hurt you. He’s not exaggerating.”

You frowned slightly. It seemed like there was no persuading him to let you stay. Considering it wasn’t just a matter of not wanting to have your first time together be during mating season, but more so a safety risk, you didn’t have much to fight against. You couldn’t argue that you’d be fine and understand him well enough because Kyung and Joshua still had to translate the conversation you were currently having. You didn’t have an argument here.

So you conceded with a sigh and a quiet, “Fine...”

Soonyoung gave you an apologetic look as he let go of one of your hands to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing across your cheeks that still felt impossibly hot, “It’s only for a week, give or take a few days.”

“I know...” you mumbled.

He stepped forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead before he tried to smile at you, even though your eyes were on the ground instead of looking at him.

“I made sure to give Hanbin and the boys your essentials,” he told you. “They’ll walk you back with them.”

“‘Kay...”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked quietly, his small smile forming.

Finally, you met his eyes, “No. No, I’m-- ...I don’t really know what I am. I think I’m...disappointed, maybe. I don’t know...”

Soonyoung let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” you told him. “I guess I just wish I learned faster.”

“C’mon,” Kyung tugged gently on your elbow to pull you away from Soonyoung -- who honestly, didn’t really want to let go because of his rut nearing, “I’ll bring you to Hanbin. Soon should probably go inside.”

So you said goodbye to your mate and followed Kyung to your old alpha so he could bring you back to your old home.

Only a week after you’d moved into your new one.

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sluttyminghao · 1 year

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pairing: soonyoung x gn!reader w.c.: 2k rating: 18+ warnings/kinks: dacryphilia, sub!soonyoung, dom!reader, handjob, overstim and edging, slight bdsm themes, mentions of a vibrator, soonyoung is needy af and is also called a slut like twice in this a/n: so uh hi this is the first thing i've written in probably months and I apologise! this is also a very, very late Christmas gift for @horanghoe ily liv I hope u like this! love from your secret Santa xox i changed the plot of this like 3 times I'm so sorry it's this late anyways I hope you enjoy!

As soon as Soonyoung stumbled through the door and carelessly toed his shoes off at the entrance, you knew he was exhausted. Hours of practising and perfecting dance moves from sun up to sun down definitely took more of a toll on him on some days, and he required extra attention and care when this was the case.

You immediately move from the couch to greet him when you hear the door close, a tired smile gracing his lips as he wraps his arms around your frame and kisses the nape of your neck softly. He sighs as he holds you tightly, and you feel him melt into your grasp the longer he holds you as if his stress is fading away just from your simple presence and touch.

Anytime he was like this, he was normally very quiet and pliant, in comparison to his normal self. It broke your heart seeing him like that, but if there was one thing you had learnt within your relationship, it was how to take care of him when his social and physical batteries were running critically low.

“Do you want me to run you a bath, baby?” Your voice is soft and slightly muffled because your head is smushed into his defined pecs, but he seems to understand you as he hums and finally, he lets go of you, a smile etched on his face while he begins removing his clothing.

“That would be great, thanks babe,”

You don’t even process his thanks as you stare at him, and it takes all of your power to not jump him right that second, his defined and beautifully proportionate body still covered with a slight sheen of sweat. The overhead lights bounce off his skin and leave him looking like a glowing adonis, and he knows it too, judging by the smirk that covers his features when he sees you staring.

You can feel your face burning as you swiftly turn on your heel and walk quickly to the bathroom. It was like a little sanctuary for you both that you had spent hours decorating to your preferred look, and you were so proud of how it had turned out. There were small plants dotted around the room, soft beige colours painting the walls and a few lightly scented candles to bring the room together.

As soon as you step over the threshold of the bathroom, you turn the light on and set them to the dimmest setting. With a simple flick of your hand, you have the matchstick burning and slowly lighting each candle in the room. Once lit, the candles provided a calming ambience that had even your stresses melting away.

The sound of the water running into the bath has Soonyoung dragging his tired body inside, stripped down to only his boxers now. He stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist lightly, peppering soft kisses along your shoulder. You sprinkle some lavender bath salts into the rising water and turn the tap off once it’s sufficiently full, before turning to Soonyoung and gesturing for him to hop in.

He quickly strips his boxers off and tosses them into the corner, before slowly stepping into the warm water and sighing in relief when he slides himself down the bath side. You watch as his shoulders begin to loosen up and he sinks further down in the bath so that only his shoulders and head are above water.

“Feel a bit better?” You ask, your hand skimming the surface of the water. He hums out his reply and catches your hand with his hand and holds it tightly, before intertwining his fingers with yours. You peek up at his face and he’s staring at you with a slight grin on his face, but also something behind his eyes you can't quite comprehend, but has your heart beating slightly faster.

“Are you gonna join me? You look pretty uncomfortable there,” Soonyoung chuckles, seeing how you’ve perched awkwardly on the side of the tub. You shake your head and run your fingers through his soft hair soothingly, and he closes his eyes at the feeling. It seemed almost hypnotizing, the way his strands of hair fell perfectly on his forehead.

“No, this bath is for you, I’m taking care of you tonight.”

“Well, there’s just one little problem I think you might be able to help me with then,” he whispers, and it’s with one small glance down his torso that you notice his erect cock. You weren't even sure how long he’d been hard for, but the tip was bright red and angry, and a singular vein ran up the side of his cock and made it look extremely girthy.

You don’t let him say anything else before you’re leaning down and gripping the base of his cock, and he’s sucking in a breath and gripping the sides of the bathtub. Slowly, you let your hand move up and down the length of his cock, watching as his hips jerk and his knuckles turn white against the ceramic tub.

His breathy sighs and pants as you slowly stroke him only feed into your ego as you let your hand begin to speed up, his sighs turning into whines and his pants turning to pleas. With only a couple of flicks of your hand, he’s like putty in your hand and has become submissive. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open slightly and one of his hands is reaching down to grab at your wrist.

“Don’t you dare, Soonyoung. You wanted this, so now you’re going to be my good little slut and take what I give you. Understand?” He nods quickly and moves his hand back to its original position, and spreads his legs out so you have better access to his cock.

With the way his hips are jerking and his head is thrown back, Adam's apple bobbing violently, you can tell he’s getting close to his orgasm. He manages to crack his eyes open and practically loses it as soon as he sees your lust-filled stare and smirk, his orgasm ripping through him with a loud moan while you continually rub his tip.

Spurts of white cover his abdomen and your hand, and there's a lot of it. You watch with a smirk as his body shakes violently, and noises that sound similar to sobs escape his lips as his cock takes over his mind momentarily. Tears fall from his eyes and drop onto his lip, which you quickly wipe away.

“Good boy, that’s my good boy, so pretty when you cry” you coo as he whimpers and comes down from his high, your hand still wrapped lightly around his softening cock. He tries to move away from your hand, but to no avail, as you push his chest lightly and keep him seated. If he wanted this so badly, you would give it to him.

He’s still whimpering as you slowly move your hand along his shaft again, watching tears well up in his dark eyes when he realizes what you’re doing. He shakes his head and tries to move away again, but doesn't say your safe word. You truly knew that if he did want to stop, he would use it.

Although you had never physically heard him admit it, you had a feeling he was very into overstimulation, and your theory was proven even more so in this situation. Thinking about all the uses for this kink filled your mind as you continued to pump him steadily, his gasps and moans like music to your ears.

“P-please…” his voice comes out as a harsh whisper as he trembles in the now cooling bath water, your hand still stroking him at a constant pace. He’s growing hard in your hand again and you know that it won’t be long until he’s wanting to cum again. You let your hand cup his balls briefly and squeeze, watching as his body jolts and he looks like he’s about to burst.

“What do you want, my good little slut?”

“I want to cum, please let me cum again,” he sobs, which is your cue to pump him as quickly as you can manage in your awkward position while he flails and sobs, his abs contracting constantly and his head thrown back in pure lust. You can feel your own panties getting soaked with want just from the lustful image of your boyfriend in front of you, but you know you need to focus your attention on him first.

“No.”

He stares at you with surprise and another sob leaves his lips when you pull your hand away from his cock, effectively leaving his cock twitching and his orgasm ebbing away. He goes to place his own hand on his cock to finish himself off, but with a swift motion, you have his hands pinned over his head, and he gasps at the contact.

“Why did you stop?” His voice comes out like a warble, and you can see his lip trembling. You kiss his nose lovingly and let your free hand trace delicately along his jawline, his breath hitching with even the slightest contact. You smile and drop his hands before stepping away and turning on your heel.

“I stopped because I’m not done with you yet. I want you to get out of that bath and onto the bed. Oh, and no touching yourself either”

You weren't quite sure if you were expecting him to put up a fight, or immediately be out of the tub and splashing water everywhere. Either way, there was going to be a mess to clean up in two separate rooms later. You pushed that thought to the back of your mind temporarily and focused on your boyfriend instead.

There’s silence from behind you before you hear the tub draining and Soonyoung is scrambling out of the tub to obey your orders. A small grin covers your lips as you bend down to get to the basket below your bed filled with toys and ties, things you normally use together in bed.

After pulling out some soft rope and a vibrator, you stand back up and see Soonyoung, now dry, laying patiently on the bed, cock still hard and leaking. When he sees you standing, a smile lights up his face and he’s reaching out to you with his hands as if he wanted to cuddle.

You can’t resist him and immediately jump into his arms, being held in his arms only briefly before you remember what your end goal is. You pry yourself out of his arms and quickly have his arms pinned above him again, but this time you grab the rope sitting next to his head and swiftly tie them to the headboard.

He doesn't seem surprised this time but instead seems to be filled with more lust than you had thought even possible and has a loopy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. When you deem the ties tight enough, you shuffle off the bed and remove your own clothing, watching as his eyes bulge out of his head.

“You’re gonna be my good boy, right? You’ll take as many orgasms as I give you?” Your voice is sickly sweet and all he can do is whine and nod his head at you, waiting for whatever you give him. Upon holding up the vibrator, his cock twitches and his hands tug forcefully against the restraints, and you feel a wave of dominance surge through you.

“I will take as many orgasms as you give me,” he sputters out, the humming of the vibrator making his cock leak and whines escaping him once more. You smirk evilly at how submissive he is for you, how he is only thinking about you.

“Good boy, you’re in for a long night.”

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heartsfromia · 2 years

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against all odds ⁠— k. soonyoung

pairing: solo artist! soonyoung x makeup artist! reader

word count: 3,307

genre: fluff, established hidden relationship

warnings: sexual innuendos (hoshi's dirty minded lmao), kissing

author's notes: not proofread as usual ;_;

"Thank you, everyone! I'll see you next time!" Cheers echoed throughout the venue, the screams of Soonyoung's fans bouncing off the walls, reaching all around the large arena, and you couldn't help the look of shock as you heard it, while cleaning up the makeup palettes on the dressing table.

Soonyoung, the worldwide superstar—most commonly referred to as Hoshi, had closed his concert for tonight, bidding goodbye to the fans that gathered in the arena to watch his performance. After bowing for the last time, he slipped out into backstage, taking the towel from his manager before wiping the sweat from his neck and face, bowing to everyone and thanking them for his hard work.

That was his redeeming factor, you thought. You have worked with numerous artists before, some internationally known and some not so much, but none of which you have ever found to be as humble, down-to-earth as Soonyoung is towards his staff. Genuine kindness, care and gratitude, he always showcased it to the people that work around him, knowing that without them, everything he has now would not have happened.

You watched from the dressing room as he entered, pulling off his sweat-ridden shirt, to which you turned the other, wanting to give him privacy before you found him seated on the chair by you, ready to have his makeup removed. His eyes met yours, lips pressed in a soft smile as if to signal you that he was ready. You nodded, your eyes looking around the dressing room and finding that everyone was beginning to step out of the dressing room, knowing that whenever Soonyoung was getting his makeup removed, he wanted peace and quiet.

Or so they thought.

"I think this show bested the last," you commented, eyes glimmering as you glanced towards him, massaging the cleansing balm against his forehead gently. He didn't respond, only smiled, his eyes closed as he savored your hands against his face, melting the makeup away with the cream before wiping it off with cotton pads and proceeded with the miscellar water for double cleansing.

It was when you knelt down in front of him, wanting to have a closer look to make sure you were removing every trace of eye makeup since those were stubborn, and Soonyoung locked eyes with you, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "Are we alone?"

You nodded once, after looking around the empty dressing and without a second given for you to process, Soonyoung pressed a quick, chaste kiss against your lips. You were caught in a daze, your hand holding the miscellar water soaked cotton pad frozen in the air as you blinked repeatedly. A satisfied grin was found on Soonyoung's lips upon seeing your flustered cheeks, a soft chuckle as he looked down, not being able to look at your adorable facial expression.

He knew that during this time, when he's getting his makeup removed after the concert, was the only time he could be the least bit intimate with you.

"I'd give you more kisses, but my makeup's almost gone," he stated, causing you to roll your eyes.

"We're heading back to hotel, though," you started off, "you have a day-off tomorrow, no?" Soonyoung's eyes widened, assuming what you were insinuating at, as the points of ears turned red. However, despite the indication he was flustered, he boldly leaned forward until the tips of your noses were barely touching.

"Did you have something planned, Y/N?"

Throughout the six months that you and Soonyoung, having the flirty side to your superstar boyfriend come out every once in a while, you'd think you would get used to it but you never could. The sharp glare within his eyes, the slight raise of his eyebrow as he tilted his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips as he holds his gaze with yours.

Your heart raced against your chest, suddenly feeling out of breath as what felt like hours passed, and he broke the silence with an amused laugh.

You glared at him, shoving his shoulder so he leaned back into the chair. "What if someone walked in when you were doing that?"

He only shrugged.

"I can't though," he speaks up, referring to your offer earlier, "the guys wanted to go to a Korean Barbeque tonight, so I won't be joining the others going back to the hotel."

You couldn't help the pout from appearing, whatever he thought you were insinuating wasn't anything… inappropriate, you wanted to rent out a movie so the two of you could watch it together. Although, now, that plan was out of the window, and you will most likely have to spend your night alone.

"Don't drink too much, though, babe," you scolded him, your brows set in a frown when you recall how he gets when he's drunk. Safe to say: a mess.

"I don't plan on drinking too much, either, babe, don't worry," he reassured, his nose scrunching up as he reached out to gently squeeze your cheeks, an endeared smile on his face. "Text me when you've arrived at the hotel, alright?"

So, you did. However, Soonyoung didn't reply immediately and you took the time to get ready for bed. After finishing your night routine, you lied on your bed, scrolling through your Twitter out of boredom, hoping that the lack of gossip would make you fall asleep easier.

Until you saw a viral post circulating under the Hoshi topic (yeah, you follow your boyfriend's topic, you have to be kept updated even though Soonyoung always tells you everything).

"OMG I JUST SAW HOSHI AND EUNBIN AT A KBBQ PLACE! They were so sweet, said hi and left the place together!" The caption to the tweet said, a blurry photo attached.

You zoomed in on the photo, Soonyoung and Eunbin seated across from one another, and you were sure Eunbin was laughing at something your boyfriend said. Upon the realization of who were in the photo, your legs swung from the bed and to the floor, carrying you in front of the room two doors away from you, your fist knocking continuously at the wood. You didn't intend to stop, the person on the otherside knew that. Thus, the door swung open, your fist still knocking in the air.

"What—" Jihoon didn't get to finish before you pushed past him, situating yourself on his couch. The producer froze at his spot, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips as he utters, "Why do you do this to me?"

He glares at you as he sits back at his previous spot (before you barged in), on his bed, his back against the wall behind him. You didn't say anything as you turned your phone screen to his direction, forgetting that you both had a good foot or two between you both, which basically meant your action was futile, he wouldn't be able to see what you were showing him.

"What do you want, Y/N?"

"Soonyoung is with Eunbin." He continued to stare at you; what you said did not answer his question. "How does he know the Eunbin Kwon?"

"Oh my God." Jihoon's patience was testing with you, with the fact you weren't getting to your point, and with the fact that you were disturbing his night-off. "Y/N, can you get to the point?"

You pouted. A part of wished you could talk to anyone else about your relationship with Soonyoung, because you were aware that Jihoon didn't necessarily care about the two of you, or what you were doing, but he is the only that knows of Soonyoung fraternizing with his staff.

He—unfortunately for him—witnessed the two of you canoodling in his studio, when you both thought you were alone.

You locked your phone, eyes averting to your lap as you mumbled, "Do you think I should end it with him?"

"What?" You looked up, repeating the quesiton, and Jihoon's response caused you to freeze. The guy laughed, hard.

Jihoon wiped at the tears forming at his eyes, before looking at you, finding you weren't laughing either and his laugh died down immediately. "Oh, you weren't joking." You rolled your eyes. "Why would you need to do that?"

"I mean, you told me that Soonyoung has said that it's tiring having to hide a relationship, especially because I'm technically his employee," you begun, standing to your feet to walk back and forth as you rambled, "he's also on tour, and working on music with you at the same time, and… and I just think it would be better if he didn't have to hide a relationship, take a weight off his chest, you know?"

"No, I don't know." You glared at him. Jihoon shrugged, "This seems like something you should talk to him about, Y/N, it's your relationship, so why are you asking me?"

You tsked, rolling your eyes, "You're the only one that knows about it, and Soonyoung's out eating barbeque."

His lips parted, an alongated 'ah' echoing, as he nods, "So, he's with Eunbin?" You nodded, the dramatic pout still on your lips. "Wait, don't you like Eunbin?"

"Yes! That's why I asked how does Soonyoung know Eunbin because, oh my God, he's meeting her without me," you ranted, absolutely feeling wronged by your boyfriend, "he knows I follow her on my social media accounts, and she's one of the artists that I really want to do makeup on, and it's just not fair that he gets to meet her before I do."

You were out of breath when you were done, and when you turned to look at Jihoon, he had his earphones in and was lying on his bed, beneath his covers, clearly ignoring you.

You left his room, after flicking his forehead.

Your night was filled with you scrolling through the various tweets Soonyoung's fans had made, expressing their glee over the original poster spotting Eunbin with him, how cute they both looked, how much they hoped they were seeing each other as more than friends, how, quote-on-quote, they were the "couple of the year."

It stung, obviously. To see your boyfriend be shipped with someone else, that wasn't you, it hurt your ego. You had the urge to reply to everyone that Soonyoung is your boyfriend, and he loves you, and only you, but you knew better than to risk his career.

You recalled to the day when Soonyoung asked you to be his girlfriend, how he led the conversation to that point, before you had to explain to him of the risks that you both have to take if you wanted to continue to a serious stage. He knew, he understood, and he gave you the choice to back off if you thought you wouldn't be able to handle it, but alas, love prevailed and you love him too much to let him go.

If you knew he'd then be shipped with your woman crush, maybe you'd reconsider. Just maybe.

However, you love him too much to have him undergo so much stress and pressure with your relationship, that you felt that you had to let him go. He never voiced out how hiding your relationship, having to sneak around behind your co-workers, was a tiring task, but you could see it in his eyes, especially recently with his tour preparations that take a toll on his physical health, along with working on his new music. He was exhausted, and you believed if he didn't have to hide you both, then he'd feel less burdened.

You never liked avoiding him, nor did he ever enjoy being in a relationship without communication, so the next morning, when you knew he'd be out in the gym, you called him. He answered after the second ring.

"Hey, did I wake you?" You asked, even though you knew he was in the gym, you could hear generic pop music in the background.

"No, I'm at the hotel's gym, babe," he answered, the term of endearment causing your chest to swell. He wasn't making this easy for you. "What's up?"

"I'm not disturbing you, am I, Soon?"

"Of course not, I was just finishing up a set," he reassured, and you clenched your teeth, his perky tone an indication he was in a good mood, and you didn't want to ruin that. "Is there something wrong?"

"Maybe we can talk about—"

"We can talk now, no one's here," he stated, then asked again, "Is there something wrong?"

"Uhm…" Your heart was racing against your chest, however, unlike how it usually was when with Soonyoung, it wasn't because of bliss and happiness, but burden, instead. "I-I think we should break up, Soonyoung."

It was radio silent on the other end of the phone, and you had to remove the phone from your ear to make sure he didn't hang up on you. All you could hear was the music playing in the background.

You decided to call out his name, to make sure he was still there. "Soonyoung?"

"Where's your room?"

You sighed silently, relieved, before chuckling awkwardly, "You can't come to my room, what if someone sees?"

"I don't care, where's your room?" You sat up at the edge of your bed, your shoulders tensing immediately upon hearing his sharp tone. He wasn't yelling, but the edge within his voice was enough to send chills down your spine. Soonyoung to you, he wasn't always serious, especially during your relationship. With work, it's expected, and you've never seen him angry, only heard about him getting angry at those that showcased inadequacy with their jobs.

He's never sounded this way to you, so this took you aback.

"Why do you sound so serious?" You knew it was a rhetorical question, but you were stunned.

"How can I not be when you're asking to break up?" He asked you, and you pursed your lips. "Where are you, Y/N?"

"I'm in my room, you don't need to come here, Soonyoung," you told him once again, but he was stubborn, rolling his eyes as he places his hand on his hip. The gym was beginning to fill with other guests, and of course, he knew of the risks if anyone who worked with him were to see him talking to you, that it would cause a ripple effect of endless meetings, rumors, and clarifications.

But he didn't care.

Without telling you, he hung up. If he wasn't going to get your room number from you, he's going to get some way.

Soonyoung spotted Jihoon by the pull-up bars, sighing in relief that he found the only person aware of your relationship. As if sensing him, Jihoon glanced over at Soonyoung, signaling up '254' with his hands, which was your room number, and Soonyoung grinned, nodding at him in gratitude.

Upon reaching your floor, eyes scanning the numbers on the doors, Soonyoung noticed a group of other stylists he recognized walking from down the hall. As expected, they noticed him as well, bowing to him before one asked, "Soonyoung-ah, why are you here?"

"I'm here to see Y/N." He spoke with confidence, "Do you know where room 254 is?" The four of the stylists were still processing his reason, another one extending their hand to point at your door before Soonyoung bowed, thanking them and left them stunned in their spot.

Ignoring them, he knocked at your door, it immediately being pulled open and you stared at him in shock.

"Soonyoung, what—" You stopped talking when you noticed a head peek towards the two of you in your peripheral vision, instinctively reaching out and pulling Soonyoung into your room, the door being slammed shut right after.

Nice, that was not suspicious at all, Y/N, you cursed yourself internally, resting your back against the door.

"They saw us, Soonyoung!"

"So?"

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. "So? What do you mean 'so'?"

"What do you mean by breaking up?" he retaliated, taking a step towards you. "Seriously, Y/N, we were fine last night, and all of a sudden you call me to break up? Does that make any sense?"

You froze in front of me, staring back his sharp glare like a deer caught in headlights. Of course it doesn't make sense, but you didn't know what else to say. The guilt of how much this relationship was burdening him had eaten you alive throughout the night, and seeing people's response over him with Eunbin, it just added the fuel.

"No, of course I know it doesn't make sense, but—" you shook your head, not wanting to cry in front of me, "—I just want to see you happy, Soonyoung, and- and I don't think you're happy with having to hide this relationship, you deserve better than this..."

He stared at you for a brief moment before exhaling a sigh, letting his head drop low. Wordlessly, he moved towards your bed, pulling out his phone and there was a good five or so minutes of you watching him scroll through his phone, before typing something and then locking the screen. His eyes averted to yours as he stuffs his phone back in its pocket, leaning back on his arms.

"Check your phone." Was all he said. Your eyebrows pulled together, unlocking your screen and seeing an Instagram notification stating that Soonyoung had just tagged you in a photo. You glanced up at him, not liking where this was going, before opening the notification.

'Against all odds' was the caption to a blurry photo of you that he took on one of your nights out, your Instagram handle clearly tagged on the picture that he posted on his official and very-much public account with his millions of followers and fans.

"Soonyoung—"

"I'm happiest when I'm with you, Y/N," he utters, approaching you and capturing your face in his hands, your eyes locked on one another. "Yes, it's tiring having to hide our relationship, but that didn't mean I was ever tired of you."

"They're going to fire you," you muttered, tears welling up in your eyes.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I'd like to see them try honestly."

"They're going to fire me, too."

"Then, they'll have to get rid of me," he states, a soft smile on his lips, "because wherever you go, I'll be there to follow, Y/N. I love you too much to let you go."

You smile at him, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on his. His hands moved the side of your neck, keeping your lips against his, wanting to deepen the touch, but you pushed his shoulders back, a question still lingering in your thoughts. "But, babe, wait."

"Hmm?"

"How do you know Eunbin?" He tilts his head to the side. "I saw a post last night say that you were with her... which kind of led to me spiraling into an overthinking mess, but, how do you know her?"

"Oh... Eunbinnie?" Your brows furrowed together at the nickname. "What, did you think I was on a date with her?"

You shrugged, pouting slightly, "People ship you guys."

He immediately cringes at that thought, "Ew, why would they ship me with my cousin?"

Your neck almost snapped upon hearing that. "C-cousin?"

"Distant cousins, but we recently reached out to one another because she has a show here, too," he explains, before realizing, "didn't you say you had a crush on her?"

You nodded, with a sigh. "Kind of half-wishing you'd break up with me and introduce me to her, you know?" Soonyoung's mouth drops open, clear disbelief written all over his face, and when you noticed you chuckled, waving him off, "I'm kidding, Soonyoung... but you would do that for me, wouldn't you?"

He scoffs, looking around the room in disbelief before locking eyes with you. "You're unbelievable, Y/N."

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icyminghao · 10 months

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seventeen’s reaction to you asking them if they knew how to whistle and kissing them as they do it

pairing: seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.7k warning(s): none

requested by @vi-chan07: Idk if you are taking recs or not . But I really want svt's reaction to their S/o doing this to them

SEUNGCHEOL

would be mock offended that you asked him if he knew how to whistle (bc of course he does!)

would pout and furrow his brows at you before finally whistling

is so confused at first when you kiss his protruding lips, but breaks into the dopiest smile right after

would make kissy faces at you, demanding for you to do it again, whining and sulking if you refuse to

JEONGHAN

he’d probably see it coming ngl

the gears are turning in his head as soon as you pop the question

and like the absolute tease he is, he won’t whistle until you explicitly tell him that you were trying to kiss him

eventually does it just to see you smile (and also bc he would never say no to your kisses but you don’t need to know that!)

JOSHUA

whistles without thinking too much of it

is so endeared when you kiss him

complains when you pull away and rushes to kiss you back

would definitely start doing it back to you often even though you already know what’s coming (but you still play along anyway, his reaction after he kisses your pouting lips is too cute to pass on)

JUNHUI

is suspicious, but whistles anyway

becomes so giddy when you kiss him

acts all like “i already knew what you were trying to do!” even though he really didn’t

is badgering you for more kisses after bc one is not enough

SOONYOUNG

would whistle without a question bc you asked him to

eyes go wide when you press a kiss to his pouting lips before turning into the giddiest mess ever

is such a giggling mess after and would drape himself over you and not let go

plants wet kisses all over your face in return

WONWOO

finds it amusing

knows you probably have a trick up your sleeve but how could he ever refuse you?

so he whistles, and is taken aback when you press your lips hard against his

would chase after your lips as you pull away and it becomes a makeout session after that

JIHOON

you’d probably have to explicitly tell him to whistle bc he’ll literally just answer your question and call it a day

face turns so red when you kiss him it takes everything in you not to take a picture and show it to the boys some time

gets so so shy after, he doesn’t say a single word (his mind is reeling and unable to produce a single coherent thought)

tells you “that was slick” but he actually means “do it again please”

MINGHAO

is definitely giving you that judgemental stare (but he does it anyway)

is pleasantly surprised when you plant your lips on his pouting ones

would tell you that you’ve been hanging out with jeonghan too much lately but he’d be unable to hide the wide grin spreading across his face

looks at you with those lovesick eyes and says “if you wanted a kiss, just say so”

MINGYU

thinks you’re teasing him

goes all “of course i know how to whistle!” with a pout on his face

gets all giddy when you kiss him before he actually whistles

is all like “i knew you were gonna do this” after you pull away, so you kiss him again to shut him up (just like mingyu wanted 🤭)

SEOKMIN

giggles at your out of pocket question at first, but does it without asking much

literally squeaks when you press your lips against his in surprise

would wrap his arms around you and whine about how you caught him off guard after

proceeds to pepper kisses all over your face and would be insistent on doing it back to you to “return the love”

SEUNGKWAN

is skeptical at first bc he thinks you’re challenging him

scoffs and does it

is so so flustered once you kiss him he’s stunned into silence

would whine about how it’s unfair with the dopiest smile on his face (and then he’d ask you to do it again shamelessly)

VERNON

he’d literally just go “yeah, i do.” and then move on with his day

you’d have to ask him to whistle for him to actually do it bro is dense as hell

gets so confused when you kiss him it takes him a while to get what you were trying to do

the biggest, most lovesick smile forms on his face after he understands the situation, and the tips of his ears turn the brightest shade of red

CHAN

does it without a hint of doubt

gets so flustered once you kiss him, face turning so red

he’d probably malfunction for a while (he’s so shy its so cute TT)

would probably ask you to do it again (and again and again)

a/n: hehe i had a lot of fun writing this i hope it was a fun read too

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gyuslcve · 10 months

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can i request “svt members when their S/O falls asleep on another members lap/shoulder”?☺️

how svt reacts when their s/o falls asleep on another member’s lap/shoulder

genre: head canons, fluff if u squint

rq: requested by anon!

not proofread

notes: this idea is so cliche (in a good way) and never fails to make me go <333 thank u anon for this rq xx i really enjoyed writing this

SVT MEMBERS WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP ON ANOTHER MEMBER’S LAP/SHOULDER

choi seungcheol

✧ i think he’d be conflicted because he doesn’t wanna wake you up but he wants you to lie on him and only him

✧ ends up trying to move you from someone else’s lap to his without waking you up

✧ is very gentle with you, afraid of disturbing your sleep :(

yoon jeonghan

✧ wakes you up and apologises

✧ “sorry darling.. i’m here now, go back to sleep”

✧ you don’t notice it but he looks at you tenderly and smooths your hair

hong joshua

✧ same as cheol, he’d try to shift your head from someone else’s shoulder to his own

✧ once you’re settled on his shoulder he glances down at you every once in a while, making sure you’re sleeping safe and sound

✧ chuckles to himself at your sleeping state (he finds it t o o adorable)

wen junhui

✧ slightly ???? when he sees the situation

✧ doesn’t really mind tbh

✧ shushes the members bc he knows you’re easily woken up by noises

kwon soonyoung

✧ pouts and hopes no one notices (he’s jealous)

✧ wakes you up gently and shifts next to you so you can lie on him instead

✧ instantly wraps an arm around you in a protective manner once you’re by his side

jeon wonwoo

✧ heart melts when he sees you asleep

✧ doesn’t have time to be jealous, he just walks up to you and wakes you up,

✧ “hey baby.. let’s go home yeah? i know you’re tired”

✧ if you insist on staying he’d bring you to his lap so you at least rest comfortably

lee jihoon

✧ doesn’t notice at first - when he does he gets jealous

✧ he tries not to show it but it’s written all over his face

✧ doesn’t wake you up or anything, makes a mental note to talk to you about it when you get home

✧ not from the intention of possessiveness but he wants you to know he’s uncomfortable with it and assures you he will always, always be by your side whenever you need it

xu minghao

✧ almost jumps out of his seat from impulsiveness and then sits his ass back down because he tells himself “it’s not a big deal”

✧ probably would sit there and debate whether he should wake you up or not for at least five minutes

✧ it puts his mind at ease once the thought that you fell asleep on the other member’s shoulder accidentally crosses his mind

kim mingyu

✧ torn between being jealous and heart swelling with affection

✧ lots of thoughts go through his head (while pouting)

✧ what if she gets mad at me for waking her up? w-what if she doesn’t love me anymore ;-;

✧ please give assurance to this big baby

lee seokmin

✧ another ???? member

✧ doesn’t really do anything, first thing that crosses his mind is when you fell asleep the night before

✧ he’s honestly just worried that he’s staying too late and you’re not getting enough rest :/

✧ wakes you up while brushing your hair and asks if you wanna go home

boo seungkwan

✧ man would jokingly make a threatening face at whoever you’re lying on

✧ then proceeds shush everyone in the room

✧ would take off his hat and place it over your head so that it blocks out the brightness

vernon chwe

✧ bro is too busy vernon-ing to notice

✧ not that he’s not paying attention to you.. he’s just vernon yk

✧ only finds out when the member you’re lying on texts him “yo, come get your girl”

✧ chuckles and slowly manoeuvres you into his arms, excuses himself and you from the room and brings you back home <3

lee chan

✧ furrows his eyebrows

✧ somehow shoos the member away and adjusts you onto his lap instead

✧ forgets about whatever conversation he’s having and spends entire night placing occasional kisses on your forehead and holding your hand

author’s notes: thank you again anon for the rq!! i really enjoyed writing this <3

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driving lessons for dummies

❝ i can't parallel park, but i know all the lyrics to 'driver's license' by olivia rodrigo now. ❞

PAIRING ▸ kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, humor, smut, strangers to lovers au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, weed consumption, mc has the worst luck imaginable, soonyoung is down horrendous, there is a minor car crash, very minor description of blood, hurt/comfort, almost car sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), grinding, oral (fem. receiving), praise, lots of teasing, overstimulation, pet names (both sexy and unsexy), friend group shenanigans

SUMMARY ▸ you've finally passed your written test and gotten your permit after six failed attempts. eager to get your license while attempting to avoid overpriced driving lessons, you enlist the help of kwon soonyoung, who only requires a STIIZY pod as payment.

PLAYLIST ▸ new romantics by taylor swift • see you again by tyler, the creator, kali uchis

WORD COUNT ▸ 16,834 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this is representation for all the girlies out there who can't drive. not me but

ONE OF THE MOST COMMON STEREOTYPES PERPETUATED AGAINST WOMEN WAS THAT THEY WERE DEEMED TERRIBLE DRIVERS.

That, or they just flat-out couldn’t drive to save their lives.

This sexist notion dated back to when the automobile was created, when driving was physically demanding work and men insisted they handled operating the vehicles themselves. Now, though, plenty of women drove just fine, but misogyny was the only thing keeping the stereotype relevant.

After all, the only reason why women were considered “bad drivers” was because a man decided they were.

Screw all the women who revolutionized the automobile industry, right? Despite them being highly discouraged to take on the labor required of men, it was Bertha Benz who drove the furthest in a motorized carriage than anyone else. It was Anne French who was the first woman to receive a driver’s license. It was Marget Wilcox who invented the car heater, Mary Anderson who created windshield wipers, and Hedy Lamar who designed the wireless transmission technology that made the innovation of the GPS possible.

No matter how high that glass ceiling was, even if a woman demolished and obliterated it to pieces, there would always be a man out there who would push her right back down.

Unfortunately, you were nowhere near smashing that glass ceiling because you had failed your permit test six times.

Yes, it was embarrassing, but you were determined to get your license. At your age, it was getting ridiculous that you had consistently failed your permit test this many times. Plus, you were getting tired of asking all of your friends for rides. You envisioned picking them up in your new car with your shiny new license, grinning smugly at the shocked looks on their faces.

“I don’t think God wants you on the road,” Wen Junhui, your best friend since middle school, said as he dropped you off at the DMV. “If you fail a seventh time, I would personally just use public transportation for the rest of my life.”

“If a sixteen-year-old can pass it without studying, then I can pass it,” you insisted. “Plus, I read the entire manual last night.”

“Yeah, except the sixteen-year-old passed it on their first or second try, and this is your seventh.”

“Well, seventh time’s the charm, right?”

“Right,” he replied, doubtful. He stopped the car in front of the DMV to let you out. “Well, good luck. I’m gonna go get gas and I’ll come back for you.”

“Thanks, Jun!” you chirped. “I swear I’ll pass it this time.”

“Sure.”

“Have some faith in me, please.”

When Junhui drove away, you steeled your nerves to mentally prepare yourself—not for the test but for interacting with the DMV employees. You weren’t a fan of being verbally abused by them, especially after having them roll their eyes at you the last six times you had to tell them you failed.

But today would be different.

Thankfully, the DMV wasn’t too busy today. You only had to wait twenty minutes until they called your number. After handing them the proper paperwork, you were directed to the computers to take the permit test.

Since you were an adult, you only needed to get 30 questions correct out of 36. You had learned your lesson by now, so you actually studied the handbook this time. It took a while to admit to yourself that you weren’t blessed with common sense.

First question. Wrong.

Second question. Wrong.

Third question. Wrong.

What was happening?

By the time you had gotten five questions wrong in a row, your hands were shaking. The pressure started to set back in, and you were terrified about failing this exam a seventh time. Junhui would be so disappointed if you told him you failed again.

You felt the back of your shirt cling to your skin once the sixth question was incorrect. This was ridiculous; you had studied, but these questions were strangely specific. It was like someone at the DMV had it out for you.

Maybe Junhui was right. Maybe God didn’t want you on the road.

You felt like your brain had entered auto-pilot to protect yourself from the discouraging loss of your permit yet again. You clicked through the rest of the questions mindlessly, hardly thinking about anything until—

You passed!

The white screen flashed in your face for about a minute before you could register it properly. All you could do was blink and stare until you pinched your wrist to make sure you weren’t seeing things.

Had you really gotten the rest of the 30 questions right after your consecutive failed attempts? You were so worked up over the six you missed that the rest felt like a blur. Maybe the problem was that you had been overthinking the test this entire time.

“I did it,” you breathed out to the woman at the counter, still in disbelief. “I passed.”

“Congratulations,” she replied with little enthusiasm. She turned to grab papers from her printer, stapled them together, and handed you your brand new permit. “Have a nice day now.”

“Thank you so much,” you replied, slightly distracted as you inspected your learner’s permit with wide eyes.

You had been waiting for this day for so long, and here you were, holding the permit you had spent years trying to obtain. You could only imagine how thrilled your parents and friends would be once they found out.

Speaking of friends, when you checked your phone, you saw that Junhui had texted you five minutes ago that he was parked outside. He probably expected you to walk out with a gloomy expression and slumped shoulders, but you had a skip in your step this time. You finally had good news for your best friend.

“Jun!” you yelled before you even opened the door to the passenger’s seat. “Jun, Jun, Jun, Jun!”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he said sympathetically, but something about his automatic response definitely felt practiced, “you’ll get it next time.”

“No, Jun, I passed!”

His eyes went wide. “You did?!”

“I did!” You squealed and practically jumped into the seat. Sinking back, a wide grin stretched across your face. “I finally did it.”

“Yo, congrats.�� Junhui grinned. “I guess the seventh time really is the charm, huh?” He started his car to pull out of the parking lot. “Well, now you just have to pass the driving test.”

Your face fell.

You had been thinking about the permit test for so long that you forgot there was an actual driving component, too.

First of all, you had never driven a vehicle in your life, not even illegally with friends. Second of all, you had terrible depth perception, which was probably not a great flaw to have if you wanted to drive. Thirdly, everything you prepared for the permit test had completely ejected from your brain. Your road sense was back to utterly clueless.

“I’m gonna fail,” you said, defeated. “Jesus Christ, Jun, I didn’t even think about the actual driving test!”

“Relax, driving’s easy once you get the hang of it,” he replied. “What you should really be worrying about is how expensive those lessons are.”

“How much are they?”

“Uh, like, close to a few hundred.”

“Total?”

“No, per lesson.”

“Per lesson?!” you cried. “Just for someone to tell me where to turn and brake? I can’t afford that!”

“I’m guessing most of it is because they’re willingly sitting in a car with someone who doesn’t know shit about driving,” he explained, “but, yeah, it’s a crazy price. You do need to get that license before your permit expires, though, and you should probably get it done while you’re still here for college so you don’t run over the elementary schoolers back home.”

You buried your face in your hands and let out a loud groan. “How am I gonna dish out hundreds of dollars? I don’t have that kind of money to spend when I have rent to pay off.”

The corner of Junhui’s mouth lifted, more so exasperated than amused when he said, “I think I might know a guy.”

Kwon Soonyoung.

Junhui sent you his number after he dropped you off at your apartment. Apparently, Soonyoung was one of his good friends who also happened to have a side gig where he gave out driving lessons at a discounted price. Of course, the downside was that Soonyoung wasn’t exactly certified to teach people how to drive, but he was allegedly a good driver.

His lessons were normally for high schoolers, and he charged their parents around a hundred. For adults over the age of 21, though, he had a special offer that you couldn’t resist.

You texted him to ask if he had any open spots for you. He took a few days to reply, but you eventually got a two-hour slot for the next week. You weren’t sure how effective his lessons would be, but you figured you would give it a shot since he was your age and giving out classes for cheap.

When the day of your lessons rolled around, you were slightly anxious while you were waiting for him to arrive. You needed Junhui to reassure you for hours last night, promising that no, Soonyoung was not going to kidnap and murder you. He was a student at your university, actually, and he was a public health major who never had a murderous thought in his life.

soonyoung (driving instructor): i’m outside your house

Okay, if he wasn’t a murderer, then the least he could do was not text you like one.

After replying with an omw that autocorrected to On my way! and left you feeling very distressed that your communication sounded overly-enthusiastic, you worked up the courage to walk outside to his Honda Accord.

“Hi,” you greeted shyly when you opened the door. “You’re Soonyoung, right?”

Honestly, you didn’t care if he was Soonyoung or not. The man sitting in the driver’s seat was probably one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on. Even if he wasn’t Kwon Soonyoung, you would happily let him kidnap you. Maybe you’d even blush a little because he picked you of all people to kidnap.

He turned to look at you, seeming a little surprised that you opened the door but smiling nevertheless. “Yeah, that’s me. You’re Y/N?”

When you nodded, he got out of the driver’s seat and motioned for you to take it. You skirted around the car to sit inside while Soonyoung took the passenger’s seat.

You also got a glance of his off-brand, beige Fear of God Essentials sweater that read M.I.L.F. Hunter instead. Classy.

“So, you came to me because you didn’t wanna give up your semester’s worth of college tuition for driving lessons,” Soonyoung said with an overwhelming air of confidence.

“Yeah, pretty much.” You huffed. “Here, I heard this was your payment.”

You handed him a paper bag, not bothering to take out the receipt from the dispensary. Inside was the King Louis XIII STIIZY pod. One gram.

“Ah, good. You know your stuff.”

Soonyoung hummed as he examined the box, and you were just wondering when he would get to business and start showing you the controls in his car. You were slightly overwhelmed by his impressively relaxed demeanor. Maybe it would have been better if you settled for an uptight woman in her sixties. Pretty boys were always trouble.

“You made the right choice coming to me. I’m a much better driver than those hags from the driving schools around here,” he continued. It was like he could read your mind; it was almost terrifying. “Plus, way less likely that I’ll get a heart attack in the passenger’s seat.”

He was a total weirdo, but he was hot, so you supposed it canceled out in some obscure, mathematical sense.

“That’s… good to hear, I think,” you replied. “So, are you, like, good at this?”

“Are you kidding? I’m basically the Lebron of driving.”

“I see.” You nodded along, unsure. “I don’t watch football, so…”

“He plays basketball, but close enough.”

After spending about thirty minutes explaining all of the controls—from hand signals, to the dashboard, to the indicator—Soonyoung decided it was time for you to start driving on your own. You didn’t expect to move this quickly; actually, you didn’t think you’d even start driving until your second lesson. Thankfully, you gathered most of what Soonyoung had taught you, so you mustered up the courage to press your foot on the brakes and move the gear shift into drive.

You looked over at Soonyoung expectantly, waiting for him to give you the green light to start driving. The boy only raised a brow at you, wondering why you hadn’t started driving yet.

“Today would be nice,” he remarked.

“Uh, should I start now?”

“Sorry, I don’t have a starting pistol for you or anything.” He made a finger gun with his hand and pretended to fire. “On your mark, get set—”

“Okay, going,” you replied quickly, flushing with embarrassment. You pressed down on the accelerator and gasped as the car lurched forward. “Sorry!”

“Slowly!” Soonyoung cried out, holding onto the ‘oh shit’ handle, which you found highly unnecessary and felt somewhat offended about. “Press down slowly—gentle.”

The next hour of your lessons was a learning curve, to say the least. In your defense, it was your very first time driving, so you didn’t know you were actually supposed to look behind you before you switched lanes. Although Soonyoung kept reminding you, his instructions kept slipping your mind because you were focusing on several things at once.

You sucked.

You were probably honked at around eight times and flipped off twice. It was a humbling experience, really. There was only so much a DMV victim could take, so you eventually had to pull over and try not to cry while Soonyoung consoled you.

“C’mon, you probably didn’t even do anything wrong. It’s just their road rage,” he said, trying to duck his head to get a better look at you while you had your hands covering your face. “Plus, all those assholes were driving way over the speed limit. You were the responsible one back there.”

You sniffled, sucking in a shuddering breath before you gathered your composure. It wasn’t like you to be so vulnerable in front of a stranger like this, but it was probably the nerves of your first time driving coupled with the nerves of driving (and potentially damaging) someone else’s car.

“You’re right.” You wiped at your damp cheek. “Fuck them. They couldn’t pass a driving test if they tried.”

“Well, technically, they already have.”

“Not helping.”

He smirked. “Are you good to keep driving? Or do you wanna wrap this session up for today?”

“Let’s keep going.” You set the car in drive again, but you looked over at Soonyoung before you did anything else. “Thanks, by the way. I’m guessing most of your students don’t usually pull over to cry during their lesson.”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t say it’s happened before, but it’s not a bad thing.”

It was a good thing that you were able to hide your blush from Soonyoung. With the clearly embarrassing impression you were making on him, it would have been mortifying if he found out that he was also making you flustered.

For the next thirty minutes, you slowly started to get more comfortable behind the wheel. Soonyoung was thankfully not overbearing as most instructors normally were, so you didn’t end up flinching every time he spoke.

He made light conversation to make you feel at ease, which you appreciated greatly. At first, you just nodded or hummed in response, as you were too afraid to do anything but stare at the road ahead, but you eventually steeled your nerves and replied with actual words. Soonyoung was a natural conversationalist, so you didn’t have to worry about your awkward pauses or stumbling over your words. He led the conversation, sharing random tidbits of his life that you wouldn’t expect to hear from someone the first time you met them.

Everything seemed to be going perfectly normal until Soonyoung started queuing songs to play.

The problem wasn’t the music. The problem was that Soonyoung had stopped teaching you to drive, allowing you to fend for your life while he sat back and relaxed. You weren’t sure if normal people were able to loosen up so easily while being driven by a complete amateur.

Soonyoung must’ve been from a different planet, you decided. Some planet out there that deemed him the Lebron of driving.

“Uh,” you started, “aren’t you gonna tell me where to go?”

Soonyoung opened his mouth, as if he was going to ask what you meant, but then his demeanor completely shifted.

“Pull over to the curb,” he instructed, “now.”

“What?” Your pulse raced, and you were scared that you had fucked up somehow. You checked your mirrors to make sure you hadn’t cut anyone off or anything, but there was no one behind you. Swallowing thickly, you pulled over to the curb as best as you could and parked the car, shooting your driving instructor a nervous glance. “Did I do something wr—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Soonyoung whispered, silencing you with a wave of his hand. “This is the best part.”

Your jaw clenched as Olivia Rodrigo’s vocals were drowned out by Soonyoung’s off-key singing. This was why he wanted you to pull over?

“I knew we weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way for no one!” he belted out. “C’mon, sing with me—oh, and I just can’t imagine how you could be so okay now that I’m gone!”

You folded your arms across your chest. With a reluctant sigh, you gave in and started singing along with Soonyoung.

You weren’t exactly ready for your driving test, but after two more lessons with Soonyoung, you felt more confident about being on the road. Sure, you almost ran over a pedestrian once and drove on the wrong side of the road the other day, but at least you were capable of handling a vehicle mostly by yourself.

There were times where you wondered if your driving lessons would be more productive with a proper instructor, not Soonyoung. He surely knew how to drive (save for when he went over the speed limit and only slowed down when he saw a cop car), but he was more focused on messing around instead of actually teaching you. You were pretty sure that he saved his proper instruction for high school students with parents, and you were just someone he liked to mess around with.

That didn’t stop you from scheduling another lesson with him, though. It was going to be another trip to the dispensary for you.

“How’re the driving lessons going?” Junhui asked, still nose-deep in his anatomy textbook.

The two of you were preparing for your upcoming midterms in a study room, but all you could think about was the little notification on your phone screen telling you that Soonyoung requested to follow you on Instagram. How long were you supposed to wait until you accepted his request? Would it be weird if you followed him back right away?

“I can’t parallel park, but I know all the lyrics to ‘Driver’s License’ by Olivia Rodrigo now,” you answered. “I’ve also been honked at thirteen times.”

You counted. Mostly because each honk kept you up at night, staring up at your popcorn ceiling, wondering why everyone (a driver who probably didn’t even remember your face) hated you.

“Ah,” Junhui mused, smiling a little to himself, “so it’s going well.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you mumbled. “But he’s nice. He doesn’t make me feel like crying. I think my dad would make me cry.”

Your phone buzzed while Junhui started going off on a tangent about how your dad was, indeed, a scary man. (There was an incident during parent’s weekend in freshman year where your father walked into your dorm room to see Junhui sitting on your bed. Completely misunderstanding the situation, your poor friend got lectured for almost an hour.) Soonyoung’s contact name flashed across your screen, and you were itching to read his text.

Once you and Junhui settled back into studying, you turned on your phone to check your messages.

soonyoung (driving instructor): i see you in the first floor study room soonyoung (driving instructor): come to the second floor study room for a good time

Terrifying. But you were intrigued.

After excusing yourself for a moment, making some lame excuse about needing to use the bathroom, you slipped out of your study room to head upstairs. You realized you had never actually seen Soonyoung on campus before, so a strange feeling of excitement consumed you, making your body feel light and your chest feel giddy.

Outside one of the study rooms, you heard echoes of laughter and conversation, which made you feel instantly nervous. You were invited, though, so you steeled your nerves and opened the door cautiously.

“Hi,” you greeted quietly, glancing over at the three strangers before your eyes landed on Soonyoung, who grinned once he saw you.

The four of them weren’t exactly studying. Two of them were fiddling with the flatscreen fixed to the wall, trying to connect a Nintendo Switch to it; one of them was sliding joy-cons into controllers; and Soonyoung, who had his legs kicked up on the table previously, was standing up to walk over to you.

“You came!” His tone made it seem like he was doubtful that you’d actually show up, so you were glad to prove him wrong. “Oh, yeah, this is Seungcheol and Mingyu”—he gestured toward the two who were setting up the TV, and then he pointed at the guy with the joy-cons—“and this is Seungkwan.”

“Hey,” the three of them chorused in broken unison.

“Wanna play Smash Bros with us?” Soonyoung asked. “Perchance.”

“You can’t just say ‘perchance,’ dude,” one of the guys setting up the TV said.

“I think it’s applicable, Mingyu,” the other guy said, whom you now deduced was Seungcheol. “Conceivably.”

“There’s no reason for either of you to use the words ‘perchance’ or ‘conceivably’ at all,” Seungkwan chimed in.

“Ignore them,” Soonyoung said, holding the door open wider for you before you even gave him an answer. “They’re just idiots.”

“You’re the biggest idiot here!” Seungcheol protested. He turned to you and explained, “He’s, like, the final boss idiot.”

Mingyu snickered. “Final idiot.”

You found yourself giggling a little, distracted by their banter as you walked inside the room and sat down in one of the empty chairs. Soonyoung slid into the one next to you, even though he was sitting next to Seungkwan earlier. You were glad that none of his friends made you feel like your presence was strange or unwelcome, but you still couldn’t help but feel awkward.

While Soonyoung was asking Seungcheol if he had finished connecting his Switch to the TV, you pulled out your phone to text Junhui.

y/n: i’m playing smash bros??? with soonyoung on the second floor y/n: wanna join?

jun: my anatomy midterm is in 3 days, 2 hours, and 26 minutes and all i know rn is that tissues are to wipe my tears after i fail this exam, negative feedback is all im getting back from my professor, and brain cells r what im deficient in

y/n: ok damn i’ll take that as a no

jun: i’ll be in here for the next 3 days whenever u decide to come back

y/n: it’ll take an hour tops y/n: pls don’t camp here for 3 whole days

“Jun’s not coming,” you announced.

You heard a chorus of groans.

Great. They were all Wen Junhui fanboys.

After Mingyu and Seungcheol finished setting up the Nintendo Switch, you watched Soonyoung and Seungkwan play the first match. Seungkwan chose Villager (which was sort of fitting for him, actually) and Soonyoung chose Donkey Kong. You honestly had no idea how Smash Bros worked, so you were completely lost while you watched their characters fly around and knock each other off the platform.

Soonyoung was screaming at one point, threatening Seungkwan with several promises to knock him out, which never happened. Seungkwan, taking a calmer approach, focused on using several commands while Soonyoung was already jumping out of his chair and on the floor. Mingyu and Seungcheol were on the sidelines, yelling out strategies for them at random and laughing occasionally.

The match ended with Seungkwan being victorious. Soonyoung had gotten so riled up during the game, but he took his defeat like a champ, congratulating his friend and laughing off his loss.

You were just amused at how quickly he switched up.

“You want a turn?” Soonyoung asked you, handing you his controller.

You hesitated. “Uh, I’m not really good at these kinds of games.”

“I’ll help you.”

You were up against Mingyu. He was a formidable opponent at first glance, but you hoped he wasn’t as competitive as the others. Maybe he would show you mercy because it was your first time playing.

You held the controller with stiffly-bent arms, holding it up like you were reading a map. Soonyoung didn’t laugh at you, to your relief, but he gently pushed your hands down and showed you what all of the controls were.

You chose the pink blob named Kirby. You weren’t a gamer by any means, so you had no idea what purpose the pink blob served other than being cute. No one judged you for your selection, though, which you assumed was a good sign.

“Don’t go easy on me,” you mumbled to Mingyu, who grinned in response.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Your heart raced when the countdown started. It felt like the longest three seconds of your life, and you were starting to regret choosing Kirby, who looked harmless in comparison to Mingyu’s character: Samus. You kept telling yourself that it was okay if you lost; you knew how to handle failure since you were pretty bad at virtually everything.

Soonyoung was cheering for your victory as soon as the match started. He was an absolute angel for doing so, but you were afraid you were going to disappoint him.

In Mingyu’s defense, you did tell him not to go easy on you. Unfortunately, the guy really wasn’t holding back at all. In the blink of an eye, you were already astral projecting off the screen.

“Oh,” was all you could say.

Maybe you should have swallowed down your pride and asked Mingyu to go easy on you.

Seungcheol playfully punched his friend’s shoulder. “C’mon, dude, it’s her first time.”

“Yeah, why’re you being a dick?” Seungkwan joined in, seeming more excited over having an excuse to target Mingyu than to actually defend you.

“She told me not to go easy on her!” he exclaimed, but no one allowed the poor boy to stand up for himself. With a pout, he turned to you and said, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” You laughed. “I’m just bad at this.”

“Here, I’ll help you for the next round.” Soonyoung scooted closer to you until his knee brushed against yours. You couldn’t help but feel a little hot all of a sudden, but you made no effort to move away.

The next round started with you dropping from the revival platform. You felt like your brain went into autopilot. You just heard Soonyoung talking in your ear while his fingers kept brushing against yours, telling you which controls were best for fighting Samus. Everything was going in one ear and out the other; you were so flustered that you could hardly think straight.

You snapped back into reality when you heard three of them screaming, and you looked over with wide eyes to see Mingyu looking shell-shocked himself.

You won.

Soonyoung smiled. “See? You’re a natural.”

“No, it was all you,” you replied, shaking your head. It really was all thanks to Soonyoung because you had no idea what the hell you did. “It was probably just beginner’s luck.”

But, even so, a smile tugged at your lips, and you felt elated from your triumph. You thought back to Soonyoung’s hands brushing against yours, nearly swamping yours in comparison, and your chest felt a little warm.

A little too warm.

You put a pause on driving for a week and a half, informing Soonyoung that you had to focus on midterms before you could think about your driving lessons. Both caused you extreme distress, so you needed to cut one out temporarily.

Junhui really did camp out in the library for three entire days. You brought him food every day and forced him to go back to his apartment to take a shower. When you watched over his study room for him, Soonyoung would swing by and ask how you were doing.

Brief interactions, but they were nice.

You managed to get through your midterms without a single cry session in a bathroom stall. It was honestly a bigger success than your first Smash Bros win.

Soonyoung and you grew a little closer. Two weeks ago, if someone told you that you would be FaceTiming your driving instructor every night before bed, you wouldn’t believe them for a second. Mostly because you assumed you would get a driving instructor who was pushing retirement age, and video calling someone that old at night sounded a little concerning and borderline adulterous.

You learned a lot about him. His go-to breakfast or midnight snack was Frosted Flakes, and he felt a little empty inside if there wasn’t a box of the cereal in his cabinet. He was loud most of the time, but he often got shy or quiet in loud settings; it was highly dependent on the crowd he was with. His love language was sending you pictures of cute animals and saying it was you two. (You also didn’t like calling this a “love language” because that implied there was something deeper than platonic feelings, which you were too afraid to come to terms with.)

“You have to start driving again now that your midterms are over,” Soonyoung said over the phone one night. He was sulking while you were doing your skincare routine, keeping your phone propped up on your desk. “You’re gonna start forgetting what you learned, and then we’re gonna be back to square one.”

He was (slightly) high tonight and you were the first person he called.

You were pretty sure that had to mean something. Unfortunately, you were too guarded to connect the pieces that were laid out perfectly for you.

“You just miss me, huh?” you joked.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

Nothing could have prepared you for that response.

You felt your cheeks burn, and you had to physically turn around to hide whatever expression was betraying you. You pretended to examine something behind you, but there was clearly nothing there, so you just looked like an idiot.

You didn’t know what you were feeling. There was a clear difference in your emotions when you spoke to Soonyoung versus when you spoke to his friends.

You didn’t want to compare Soonyoung to Junhui, who you knew since middle school, but you knew that you didn’t feel anything funny in your chest when you interacted with Seungcheol, Seungkwan, or Mingyu. They were great to be around, of course, but it was only Soonyoung who made you walk with a little skip in your step.

You hadn’t had a proper crush in years. Now, you felt like you were overthinking everything and analyzing every little interaction that could possibly be meaningless.

It had only been a few weeks, but you supposed there was no exact timeline for these sorts of things—whatever this thing was.

Whatever it was, though, you were in danger.

“Tomorrow, then,” you said once you regained a sliver of your composure. “Pick me up after your classes.”

“Sure.” He rested his chin in his palm, staring at you with an amused expression. “I’ll bring flowers.”

Possible Ways To Respond: 1. “You’re too sweet! Thank you.” 2. “Flowers? What’s the occasion?” 3. “Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?”

You went with a secret fourth option.

“Please don’t. I’m allergic.”

True to his word, Soonyoung picked you up after his classes the next day.

You were pretty sure your lessons had gone over the regular quota, so you stopped by at the dispensary earlier to pick up another pod for Soonyoung. He didn’t look as though he was expecting anything when you got in the driver’s seat, though. In fact, he was perplexed when you handed him the paper bag.

“What’s this?” he asked, growing sheepish.

“Your payment,” you replied. “Also, I sort of lied about being allergic to flowers. I’m not allergic to flowers. I don’t know why I said that. I’m allergic to penicillin, though, but I don’t think that sounds remotely close to ‘flowers.’ Maybe I got confused? I don’t know.”

If this was an otome game, you had surely picked the bad relationship ending. Soonyoung’s face fell a little—just enough for you to notice—and you immediately felt guilt swallowing you whole. You meant for your words to sound lighthearted, but maybe they didn’t come across that way.

But, at the same time, you didn’t know where you stood. Wouldn’t it have been unfair to not repay Soonyoung for the lessons? Was it unreasonable that you weren’t actually expecting him to bring you flowers for no reason?

Soonyoung recovered quickly, though, his smiling eyes crinkling at the corners. “So I can bring you flowers.”

“Hypothetically, you could.”

“But you don’t have to pay me anymore.” He looked into the paper bag, examining the STIIZY pod before scoffing. “If I keep stocking up on these, people are gonna think I’m a stoner.”

“Well, I have to pay you for the lessons somehow,” you said. “So, if you don’t want the pods anymore, then I’ll have to start sending you money. I mean, what about gas?”

“You don’t have to worry about my gas tank.” He chuckled at your words and sat back to get comfortable. “What you should worry about is not hitting the curb.”

You flushed hotly. “Right.”

The first hour went smoothly. Soonyoung was impressed that you were gradually getting more and more comfortable behind the wheel, and he even congratulated you for changing lanes without muttering prayers under your breath. You were beginning to feel less overwhelmed with everything you were supposed to focus on, and you were certain that you were so close to everything clicking at once.

That was, until a car crashed right into you on a local road.

Thankfully, you and the other driver weren’t going too fast, but the force was sure to leave a dent in Soonyoung’s car. The collision wasn’t hard, by any means, but the impact jerked your body forward so that your mouth hit the steering wheel. The sting of pain radiated throughout your gums seconds later, and you winced and cradled your jaw.

You immediately bubbled with rage as you pulled over to the curb, knowing that you had the right of way and he was supposed to stop and wait for you to pass, but you were still stiff with shock. Soonyoung’s eyes were fierce, looking back at the driver as if he was about to cuss him out, but then he turned his attention to you.

Before you could feel immense, crushing guilt over crashing Soonyoung’s car, you whipped your head around to make sure he wasn’t hurt. You wouldn’t be surprised if he completely ghosted you after this. You were probably the worst student he had ever come across, which was saying a lot considering most of his students were high school teenagers.

“Y/N, are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, sounding as frantic as his hands were. You felt his palm against your cheek and his other hand atop your head, making sure you weren’t hurt anywhere.

“Are you okay?” you blurted out. Your breathing was erratic, and you hardly registered the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. “Oh god. Your car. Oh god, I—”

“It’s okay, Y/N, it’s not your fault,” he said. “You had the right of—”

When he turned to look at you again, he just stared, eyes wide and jaw hanging open—almost comically. It almost looked like he was more bewildered by you than the fact that his car was rammed into by another car.

He was wordless for far too long that you had to ask, “Everything okay?”

Maybe that was a stupid question. Clearly, everything wasn’t okay, and it had everything to do with the fact that you two had gotten into a car crash.

“I think you loth a tooth,” he lisped—a seemingly joking remark, but his expression was dead serious.

For a split second, a laugh bubbled up in your mouth. You thought Soonyoung must have been messing with you, but it was ridiculous that he could joke around in such a situation. It was when you touched your lip and pulled your hand back to see blood, though, that cold reality washed over you.

Your eyes went wide as saucers as you turned to examine your teeth in the rear-view mirror.

The worst possible thing that could happen to a woman was happening to you right now.

Your front left tooth was gone.

“I-it’s not that bad,” Soonyoung tried, although he sounded unconvinced himself. “It’s cute! It’s like, uh, that dragon—from, uh… How to Train Your Dragon.”

Your eyes were burning and your throat was closing up, but tonguing the bloodied gap between your teeth sent you over the edge. You had tears streaming down your cheeks and you were gripping the wheel so hard that your knuckles turned pale.

“Toothleth?” you cried, which led to a few choked sobs when you realized that you had a lisp now. Then, you were full-on crying into your hands because sure, you could get over being the reason why Soonyoung’s car had a dent in it, but you were pretty sure there was no replacing a missing tooth. The more you cried, though, the worse you felt as you tasted the blood and heard the faint whistles coming from the gap in your teeth. “I’m tho thupid!”

Soonyoung was clearly short-circuiting, but you could tell he was desperate to calm you down by the way he was rubbing your back in soothing circles. “Y/N, you’re not stupid. It's okay, we just—”

“Thoonyoung!”

Soonyoung slapped his hand over his mouth to suppress his laughter. He was trying to take you seriously, but the little bursts of laughter that bubbled up in his throat were betraying him.

You swallowed down your sob and continued, “Ith not okay! I loth my tooth!”

“Okay, no more talking,” he ordered. “I know you’re very hurt right now, but you’re gonna feel even worse if I start laughing at your lisp, so don’t make this harder for me.”

You scowled at him, but you kept your mouth shut because Soonyoung was right; you were not in the proper headspace to be laughed at right now.

“Okay, I’m gonna go outside and talk to the driver who ran into us,” he explained slowly. “I want you to calm your breathing and find your missing tooth. We can drive to the dentist right after, okay?”

You sniffled and nodded, craning your neck to watch Soonyoung get out of the car to talk to the driver. Then, you sucked in a sharp breath and examined the floor to find your loose tooth. Lo and behold, it was laying next to the gas pedal. You cringed as you picked it up, frowning at how bloody it was in your palm. There were a few napkins in Soonyoung’s glove compartment, so you wrapped your tooth in one and kept it in your pocket.

You heard some yelling from the other driver—something about having kids in the back and how you were going way too fast—and it all just made you feel worse. You felt horrible that Soonyoung had to deal with the repercussions, and after they exchanged insurances and the guy drove off, you got out of the car to see the damage.

Surely enough, there was a decent-sized dent in the side of his car. It was right where the back door opened, and you burst into tears at the sight of it. Soonyoung wouldn’t have to deal with all of this if he wasn’t teaching you to drive.

Still, he wrapped his arms around your shaking body and pulled you in close. He rested his chin on top of your head and sighed.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “The insurance will cover the damage. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

“What about my tooth?”

“Okay, maybe there’s one thing to worry about.”

You leaned into his touch when you felt his hand carding through your hair. His motions were slow and gentle, as if he was trying hard to make sure you didn’t notice the gesture. You did, though, and you appreciated it.

You started, “I’m—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” he interrupted. You thought he was going to say something cheesy about how you had nothing to apologize for, but he continued, “You’re gonna say thorry, and I’m not gonna be able to take you seriously.”

With your face buried in his chest, you reached your hand out to punch his shoulder.

Still, despite his snarky comment and the emotional distress you were experiencing over your missing tooth, a big smile crossed your face and his embrace left a warm, fluttery feeling in your stomach.

Your heart was beating so fast that you almost thought it would stop.

“Ew,” was Wen Junhui’s first reaction upon seeing your swollen lip. You could only see the top half of his face over FaceTime, but you were sure he had a look of disgust on. “You look terrible.”

“Thanks,” you replied dryly, holding an ice pack to your cheek.

Before Soonyoung drove you to a dentist, he scolded you for leaving your tooth wrapped up in a tissue. Apparently, your tooth was going to be fucked if it dried up, so his solution was to leave it in his half-empty water bottle that was left sitting in his car. You weren’t quite sure about this, but the dentist informed you that Soonyoung saved your front tooth.

If he was with you in the room, you probably could’ve kissed him then and there—bloody mouth and all.

Thankfully, since you didn’t fracture or break any part of the tooth, the dentists were able to replant it into your gums without any complications. They told you it was a good thing you went straight to the dentist instead of waiting. Your front tooth would’ve been a lost cause if you waited another hour.

It was really all thanks to Soonyoung.

The procedure was quick and you were told that your avulsed tooth would be back to normal in about a week. The news filled you with relief because you were so sure you were going to be toothless for the rest of your life.

Not that it was a bad thing. While Soonyoung was driving you to the dentist prior to the replantation, you had come to terms with the fact that you would be missing a front tooth for the rest of your life. You would grow old and tell your children the harrowing tale of how you got your driver’s license and sacrificed your front tooth for it.

It couldn’t be all that horrible. Maybe you would grow an affinity for whistling.

Thankfully, that was all just your overthinking and your tooth was probably fine now. In seven days, everything was supposed to go back to normal, so you had your fingers crossed for a full recovery.

“Of course that would happen to you.” Junhui laughed at your misery. “Shit like this only happens to you.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m the pinnacle of terrible luck.”

“So, what happened after? Did you make out with Soonyoung or something?”

“No!” you exclaimed. Your cheeks started to burn just at the thought. “How do you expect me to make out with someone when I look like this? Soonyoung drove me home like a gentleman. He’s not into me like that.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be seeing him for a while, anyway. I don’t wanna start driving again until my tooth is fine.”

“Then maybe you can go on a different kind of ride with him instead.”

“You need to stop.”

You didn’t see Soonyoung much over the next week. He told you that he had a few papers to finish before his schedule would clear up, so you were only able to text him occasionally and see him in passing, exchanging a greeting before one of you had to go.

You saw his friends a lot, though. They were always in the study room next to the one you and Junhui liked to use, so you would stop by their room often to see what they were up to. They were usually either messing around or using the whiteboard for everything but its intended purpose, so you enjoyed taking study breaks with them. Junhui was the type to not take breaks because he was locked in on his work once he got in the zone, so Soonyoung’s friends were a breath of fresh air.

Your Current Opinions on Soonyoung’s Friends:

Mingyu: Kind. Approached you whenever he saw you. Pleasant conversations. Swiped up on your Snapchat stories sometimes. Was unfortunately the only person you forgot to block from your story once when you posted a semi-thirst trap just for Soonyoung’s eyes.

Seungcheol: Friendly whenever he talked to you. A little awkward because you once saw him taking selfies at the gym instead of working out.

Seungkwan: Not super buddy-buddy but sweet enough. Liked making fun of Soonyoung with you. He brought you McDonald’s once and you imagined a future with him momentarily.

Word also got around that your front tooth had been knocked out clean. Seungcheol let it slip when he accidentally referred to you as ‘Toothless’ the other day. You made a mental note to kill Soonyoung later.

The next time you ran into your driving instructor on campus was outside one of your lecture halls. You walked out in the middle of class to fill up your hydroflask. It was especially hot today, and you were seconds away from heat exhaustion. Soonyoung’s brows lifted in pleasant surprise once he saw you, and he missed his elevator to walk up to you.

“Whoa.” You paused for a moment, unblinking. “I keep forgetting you go here.”

“I’m the hall monitor.”

“This is college. We don’t have hall monitors.”

“Self-elected,” was his response. “Speaking of, I don’t see your bathroom pass.”

“I’m not going to the bathroom. I’m filling up my water. Anyway, why would I—”

“Just this once, I’ll let you off with a warning,” he interjected, pulling out a card from the pocket of his jeans. He handed it to you, and you accepted it after a moment of hesitation. “There’s your bathroom pass. Don’t let me catch you loitering around here again.”

With that, Soonyoung walked off, leaving you utterly confused.

You flipped the business card around to see his name and number printed neatly in the middle, and you frowned in response. There was some other fine text on the back, but you didn’t take the time to read it properly as you were still baffled.

“I already have your number!” you called after him, but you just heard your driving instructor laugh to himself in response as he disappeared behind the elevator doors.

Later, after your classes ended, you went back to your study room with Junhui. He had been in the library since morning, deciding to skip his classes to prepare for his second round of midterms that he still had a few weeks for.

You told him about your encounter with Soonyoung, noting how strange it was that he casually had business cards on hand. Junhui asked to see the card, so you handed it over to him.

Upon closer inspection, Junhui raised his eyebrows, impressed. “Hall monitor rizz.”

“How was that rizz? He told me it was a bathroom pass and left.”

“Well, I’d consider it rizz since he’s asking you out on a date.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “You think he’s asking me out on a date?”

“No, I know he’s asking you out on a date.” Junhui flipped Soonyoung’s business card around to show you the fine print: Schedule our first date with the number provided on the other side of this card. The corner of his mouth lifted. “Says it right here. He’s just shy, Y/N.”

“Shy? Him? He doesn’t look like the shy type.”

“He’s shy,” he affirmed, “around you, at least. I mean, you’d get shy around the person you liked, wouldn’t you?”

“I guess, but…” you trailed off, shaking your head. “No, this is normal, right? Dates are normal. We’re just two normal adults going on a normal date. Nothing weird about that, right? I shouldn’t feel so weird about this. Do I sound weird? Am I weird?”

You didn’t realize you had gotten up and started pacing until you turned to see Junhui looking at you with concern hanging in his brows. You sucked in a sharp breath and sank back into your seat, burying your face in your hands.

“I’m in way over my head,” you mumbled.

“You’re nervous ‘cause you have a crush on him,” he replied. “Nothing weird about that.”

“I have a crush on him,” you echoed, more so to yourself than to Junhui.

Although you were partly in denial, still tossing and turning the prospect of crushing on Soonyoung around in your head, Junhui took your words as confirmation. He hummed knowingly and turned back to his textbook, leaving you to ruminate for the next thirty minutes in silence before you excused yourself.

You were currently speed walking to your usual bus stop, hoping you would be able to stop thinking about Soonyoung and the business card tucked into your pocket. However, you couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of you developing a tiny crush on him.

You hadn’t had a proper crush in ages. The last time you had strong feelings for someone was in high school, which promptly ended following your first date—after an eight month talking stage. You proposed going to the fair, which seemed fine until you threw up on the ferris wheel and received an ‘I don’t think this is going to work out’ text later that night.

And why were you so flustered over this, anyway? After all, you had been anticipating the day Soonyoung would make the first move. Plus, you were an adult; overthinking your feelings like this was so high school.

Whatever. You had nothing to lose.

You pulled out your phone to text Soonyoung, a small smile crossing your face once you caught sight of his profile picture again. It was a picture of him with all his hair flying every which way in the wind and his mouth open to yell some profanity.

y/n: date. y/n: this week any day

soonyoung (driving instructor): WHOA!!!!!!

y/n: what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day what day

soonyoung (driving instructor): tomorrow night

y/n: okay

soonyoung (driving instructor): okay

y/n: okay.

soonyoung (driving instructor): okay. soonyoung (driving instructor): can’t wait

y/n: me neither

soonyoung (driving instructor): pick you up at 8

y/n: i’ll be ready

soonyoung (driving instructor): i’ll be even more ready

Your heart didn’t stop pounding for the rest of the day.

To be a woman was to perform.

You were currently performing an illegal U-turn.

Soonyoung held onto the ‘oh shit’ handle fixed to the ceiling, his face contorted in absolute fear as he repeated, “Wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane, wrong lane—”

“Sorry!” you exclaimed, swerving back into your correct lane after checking your mirrors. You swallowed thickly before saying, “I’ve got it under control now, I think.”

Of course, you had been nervous the entire day and a half leading up to your date with Soonyoung, but how you felt right now had completely reigned over every emotion you were feeling before.

Throughout the day, you had butterflies in your stomach and a little skip to your step, but now you were terrified of things you had never even worried about before. The reason you took a U-turn in the first place was because Soonyoung told you that you missed the parking lot entrance, causing you to panic in the middle of the road (which, on your part, was not very smart.)

In short, Soonyoung should not have let you take the wheel, and you should not have gotten this worked up over him planning to take you to the local fair.

What were the odds that you were back in the place where you had an awful last date? You could almost feel the bile rising up your throat.

Soonyoung’s voice was unnaturally high-pitched when he asked, “A-are you sure you’re ready to schedule that driving test?”

“Yes! I’m ready,” you said, “but, to make things clear, my driving today is not representative of my driving any other day.”

Somehow, you and Soonyoung wound up making it to the fairgrounds’ parking lot in one piece. You deflated upon hearing the sigh of relief escape Soonyoung’s lips once the car was in park, but it was well deserved. You were surprised he even let you drive in the first place.

The fairgrounds were packed with people—mostly students—so there were several couples going around with their fingers interlocked. You were now hyper-aware of your fingertips, wondering if you’d get the chance to brush them against Soonyoung’s and slowly slide your hand into his.

He ended up paying for your ticket, and you didn’t have much room to argue about it because the employee was already taking his card before you even noticed. You told Soonyoung you would pay for something else—food, rides, raffle tickets—but he ended up covering everything for you. Of course, you were sure Junhui would have scolded you because turning down a guy paying for you was apparently equivalent to turning down the guy himself. So, you swallowed your pride and let Soonyoung take the lead.

You went on a few rides with Soonyoung, shared a churro, and you took a picture in front of the ferris wheel. You were having a great time, actually, and almost all of your nerves had all but melted away. All that was left to deem this a perfect date was to actually ride the ferris wheel, which was exactly what you were absolutely terrified of.

“Not good with heights?” Soonyoung asked as you two were getting into the seat, pulling down the lap bar for you two.

You wondered if you looked as ghastly as you felt. “Not so much.”

You weren’t good with a lot of things, to be fair.

Smooth talker Soonyoung took that as his opportunity to slip his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together with a shy smile on his face. “You can close your eyes if it gets scary, or just keep looking at me.”

Honestly, that sounded scarier than the possibility of plummeting to your death from the top of the ferris wheel. You weren’t sure your heart could handle staring at Soonyoung, especially with how flustered his gaze made you feel.

“Hey, could I ask you something?” you asked, nearly shying away when Soonyoung fixed his gaze on you. “When did you start liking me? I mean, I had no idea.”

“Uh…” The ride started moving backward as Soonyoung hummed in thought. “Probably that first time you were in my car?”

Your eyes went wide. “You mean our very first lesson?”

“Yeah, I thought you were cute—a little weird, but cute.” He grinned. “I think it was when you fell asleep over FaceTime that one night when I started catching feelings.”

Your cheeks burned. You weren’t sure if you could pinpoint a specific moment like he did; you just remembered your heart started beating faster when you saw him one day, and the rest was history. It was almost incredible how blindsided you were by his feelings, even though he had integrated himself into your daily life so naturally.

“And then you posted that one picture on your story once,” he continued, voice growing shy once he realized what he admitted out loud, “and that was when I knew I was really in too deep.”

You blanched with embarrassment. He must have been talking about the thirst trap because that was the only time you ever posted yourself so confidently. How were you going to explain that you blocked everyone else from your Snapchat story just for him to see that?

A nervous laugh bubbled from your lips. “About that—”

Before you could get any other words out, though, you became painfully aware of your surroundings. Your seat started swinging with the strong winds, and you realized that you were at the very top. If you leaned over enough, you were pretty sure your seat would tip over and drop you and Soonyoung right out. The very thought paralyzed you to the core.

Just as Soonyoung was in the middle of asking if you were okay, the ferris wheel started moving faster, and you yelped and clung onto him as you two went down. You were fine with the slow pace with breaks in between, but now that you were moving at full speed in one go, it was downright terrifying.

Soonyoung seemed to find it hilarious, though. He laughed and wrapped an arm around you while you were the very picture of fear. You buried your face into his chest and dug your nails in so hard that you were afraid he would feel them through his sweater.

Finally, it came to a stop. The ride operator started letting people out one seat at a time, but you and Soonyoung had ended up at the very top again. You raised your head to sit upright again, letting out an exasperated breath, but Soonyoung drew you closer. He was still laughing, and it made you blush uncontrollably.

“Just so you know, I’m good with any other ride!” you tried to defend yourself. “Well, actually, save for roller coasters and drop towers… oh, and—”

“Y/N,” Soonyoung cut you off with a smile, his voice hardly a murmur. Before, you could barely hear him over the excited cries and shouts in the fair, but now your attention had zeroed in on him. You felt disoriented as he placed his warm hand on your cheek, tilting his head and leaning in. “C’mere.”

You were too shy to admit it, but you had fantasized about making out with Soonyoung before. Of course, you never knew what type of kisser he was, so you just settled for whatever fantasy played out in your head.

Now, though, with his lips pressed against yours, you felt something hot and needy stir up inside you as he tugged you impossibly close to his body. Your stomach fluttered when you let slip a whimper, which Soonyoung didn’t let go unnoticed. He pulled back for a moment, his gaze darkening, promising to return to that later, and he returned to kissing you.

When you were almost near the ground, you and Soonyoung pulled away. There were definitely far too many children and parents around for you two to be kissing like that, but now you were anticipating how things would be once you two were alone.

“You two have fun?” the ride operator, who appeared to be an older teenager, asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.

All you could do was nod and duck your head in embarrassment while Soonyoung beamed brighter than the flashing lights.

You spent some more time with Soonyoung on a few more (tamer) rides before you two decided to call it a day. Your feet were getting sore, so he courteously offered to drive the both of you home. However, you had an itching feeling that he just didn’t want you behind the wheel again.

“Wanna get something to eat?” he asked once you both were inside the car, and he turned his head around as he reversed. “There’s a good froyo place down the street.”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed quickly. Deep down, you were hoping this date wouldn’t end just yet.

Soonyoung played Olivia Rodrigo’s new album as he drove, rolling the window down so that the wind tousled his hair. You thought he looked cute that way, and you had to keep your hand under your thigh to keep it from reaching over and running it through his locks.

When he parked in front of the froyo place, it appeared completely dark inside. It was also evidently clear that the only cars parked in the lot were the overflow crowd of people from the fair who couldn’t get a parking spot at the fairgrounds.

“Did we miss it?” He frowned, pausing to look up the store hours on his iPhone. “Man. I didn’t want our date to end like this.”

“I don’t want it to end, either.”

Soonyoung looked over at you, studying your expression carefully before asking, “Do you wanna chill in the back for a while, then?”

You knew what that meant. And you had specifically worn your matching lingerie set just for this moment.

You unlatched your seatbelt, and Soonyoung followed suit right after. “Yeah, I’m down.”

“Wait, there’s something I need to do first,” Soonyoung said in a soft voice, looking down at you with gentle eyes.

For a moment, your heart jumped to your throat. The way he was looking at you sent butterflies to your stomach, and you couldn’t even imagine what he was going to do next. Something about his tone was so sincere that you were sure he was going to kiss you, especially when he started leaning down.

You let your eyes flutter shut, waiting for his soft lips to meet yours. Your heartbeat felt like a drum in your ears.

But nothing happened. No kiss. Nothing.

You opened your eyes to see what Soonyoung was doing. When you saw him hunched over, fiddling with something near his ankles, your face deadpanned—not a flicker of amusement.

Soonyoung had put his Crocs in sports mode.

First of all, wearing Crocs on the first date was absurd.

Second of all, putting your Crocs in sports mode on the first date was absolutely preposterous.

Yet, it was the perfect thing Soonyoung had done to put your nerves completely at ease. You ended up bursting into laughter at the very sight, making his head shoot up while his eyebrows were drawn together, perplexed. However, he happened to hit his head on the steering wheel as he did so, which only made you laugh even harder.

Your sudden surge of confidence spurred you to crawl over the gear stick and straddle his lap. Shocked, Soonyoung gripped your thighs and straightened up. Before his lip could curl up in amusement, you wrapped your arms around his neck and slotted your lips with his.

He broke for air for a moment, breathing out, “Well, hi.”

“Hi.” Your nose gently bumped against his. “Having second thoughts?”

“No!” he exclaimed, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. “I just didn’t wanna start anything because I wasn’t sure if you were ready.” He threw a glance over his shoulder before looking out the window. “Plus, this place isn’t exactly private.”

You looked out the window while Soonyoung’s warm hands returned to your thighs. It was true that there were empty cars around, but there weren’t any people in sight. It was still early in the night, so you were sure people would stay at the fairgrounds until midnight.

“Hey,” Soonyoung started again, “what was that you were gonna say on the ferris wheel? Before we, uh, made out.”

“Oh.” Shame bubbled in your chest when you realized what he was talking about. “Nothing important.”

“Tell me.”

Moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the side of Soonyoung’s face and his neck, showing off his prominent collarbones. His low voice reached your core in a way you had never experienced before. You flushed with embarrassment because you were certain Soonyoung could feel how you clenched.

You looked out the window, as if you could mentally escape through it. Find a way to get out of the situation you were in.

“Fine.” He huffed lightly before placing a hand behind your neck and drawing you closer. “I’ll just get it out of you, then.”

Notably flustered, you gasped when Soonyoung’s lips latched onto the side of your neck, biting and sucking the tender skin. You croaked out some lame lie about forgetting what you were trying to say, but Soonyoung persisted. He ravaged the column of your neck like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

You scooted up on his lap, sitting right on top of his growing bulge, which roused a throaty groan from him. You could feel Soonyoung twitch under you, and it was all that was needed for you to start grinding your hips slowly on his lap. And then he started guiding your hips down onto him. Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers dig into the grooves of your hips to take control of your motions.

“Tell me,” he beseeched, and you shivered when you could feel his smile against your jawline.

You let out a whine. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, distracted as he looked up at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. His hands never left your hips as he watched you grind down on his lap. Soonyoung’s eyes were unfocused for a moment before clarity bled back into him. “It was about the Snapchat story, right? That one picture you posted.”

“I don’t remember what that was,” you attempted to lie smoothly, but you were pretty sure your expression betrayed you once Soonyoung slid a hand under your shirt to cup your chest.

“Yeah, you do. The one where you were wearing those thigh-high stockings.” You saw a flash of darkness in his eyes. “Can’t believe everyone got to see you like that.”

“I wouldn’t say everyone,” you muttered.

“Hm?”

His thumb, after his hand managed to creep under your bra, found purchase on your nipple, rolling and circling around the supple flesh as he pleased. You only managed to let out a cry before Soonyoung was pressing you further, ordering you to answer him before he made you fall apart.

You were so caught up in your own pleasure, practically chest-to-chest with Soonyoung, that you hardly noticed the knock on the window until Soonyoung jolted upright and straightened his back.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, voice still thick with lust that was ebbing away. Thankfully, you both were still mostly clothed, but Soonyoung had his pants nearly down and you had your shirt riding up past your waist.

The officer stopped knocking to give Soonyoung the opportunity to roll the window down after he was decent. It was evidently an uncomfortable situation for both parties. You turned your head to the side, screwing your eyes shut and hoping you would blink out of existence if you tried hard enough. You never thought you would have a cop at your window before even getting your license.

“Hi,” he greeted sheepishly once the window was down. “Sorry, we’ll get going now.”

“Yeah, uh…” The officer trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with a long-winded sigh. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but keep it in the bedroom, please.”

“Thanks…” Soonyoung trailed off, looking for some sort of identification tag.

“Officer Hong,” he answered flatly.

“Thanks, Officer Hong.”

“Don’t let me catch you two again.”

“Oh, probably not me, but once she gets her license then it’s over for—ow!” Soonyoung yelped when you pinched him in the side, effectively shutting him up. He immediately apologized, “Sorry, Officer Hong, it won’t happen again.”

The encounter with the police officer was awkward, yes, but somehow, Soonyoung was unfazed once you two had gotten off with the warning. He coolly looked up at you and asked if he could come over to your place tonight. You agreed, of course.

The drive home was perfectly fine. Soonyoung made sure you weren’t too startled by the officer and asked how you liked the fair. You thought it was all pleasant conversation that would continue once you were in your living room, but Soonyoung pinned you up against your front door as soon as you were inside.

His strong arms caged you in his hold, and you could only helplessly look up at him and warble out some pathetic question, asking if he wanted water or snacks. He turned the offer down, obviously.

Since you two had already gotten this far, you figured you might as well let Soonyoung in on your little secret. Although it was slightly humiliating to admit, you realized tonight that far more embarrassing things had happened to you.

“You really wanna know, don’t you?” When he nodded in response, you sighed and explained, “What I posted on my story… I blocked everyone else so that only you’d see it.”

Well, him and Mingyu, but the latter was purely accidental.

Hearing your words flipped a switch in Soonyoung and he completely froze up, as if he had stopped functioning altogether.

“Well, technically, you and Mingyu,” you rambled on, “but that’s only because I forgot to block him from my story. You know, I have, like, two hundred people on Snapchat, so I figured I’d accidentally skip over someone, anyway. But I don’t think he even paid any attention to it. I feel like he’d—”

He cut you off by sealing his lips over yours, and all the noise in your head simmered down. All the fluff filling up your brain billowed and sank back down. You remembered when you were a middle schooler, giggling and replaying the scenes in movies that were exactly like this. Now that you were actually living in it, though, you couldn’t get enough of Soonyoung.

He broke away for a breather, lips hanging barely an inch from yours and your foreheads touching. His heavily-lidded eyes found yours, gazing at you longingly through his lashes.

“No offense,” he started with a smirk, “but I don’t really care about Mingyu right now.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but you shut it as soon as you realized that you had nothing intelligent to contribute. You recognized that most of your mindless ramblings probably killed the mood—for you, at least.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the side of your neck. As he moved down to your chest, Soonyoung’s kisses grew sloppier and open-mouthed. He tugged at your shirt, and you helped him remove it with ease, snapping your bra off in the process and letting it fall to the floor. His hungry gaze upon seeing you bare before him made you ache for more. Soonyoung let out a groan and let his tongue drag over your nipple, circling and flicking around the sensitive skin until you were moaning shamelessly.

With his head ducked so that his lips could ravage your chest, Soonyoung bent down just a little bit more to wrap his arms around your thighs. He scooped you up in his arms swiftly, making you yelp, and he walked you to your bedroom after you whispered where your room was. He was so strong that you hardly had to hold onto him, but his strength was a double-edged sword because he had you pinned down on your bed in seconds.

A grin crossed Soonyoung’s face as his lips returned to your chest. This time, his lips made their way down your body, to your stomach. You curled your hand in his hair, tugged hard because you wanted more, but Soonyoung was relentless with his teasing. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses that made you squirm under him and ache for more. They were slow and torturous, and you only grew more needy as he made his way down.

“Can I take these off?” he asked, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants.

“Only if you take your clothes off, too.”

You heard him chuckle before you felt cold air starting to hit your bare skin. Soonyoung unzipped your pants and tugged them down your legs until they were bunched up at your ankles, which you struggled to kick off until he bent down to move the fabric off your heel. You shuddered when he snapped the band of your underwear, hooking his fingers at the sides and twisting the fabric. He sure was enjoying toying with you, and you weren’t sure you could handle any more teasing. After what felt like forever, Soonyoung pulled the last of your undergarments down and marveled at your bare body.

“You’re unbelievable,” he all but growled, running his hands down your sides, to your hips, and past your thighs. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

You sat up, looking up at him with a pout, which only seemed to drive Soonyoung to the brink of madness.

“You’re still clothed,” you observed.

“Yes.”

“Take it off.” You folded your arms across your chest. “I can’t be the only one naked.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he replied with a laugh. You supposed he could see your expression falter, nearly letting some pathetic sound fall from your lips, so Soonyoung cooed at you and ran his thumb over your lower lip. “Oh, you like that? Like it when I call you princess?”

You did like it. You liked it too much for your own good, and it was almost humiliating.

Soonyoung towered over you as he peeled off his shirt, grabbing it from the nape of his neck and slipping it off in seconds. Your eyes ran over his beautiful expanse of skin, from every defined muscle in his abdomen to the little goosebumps that pricked his arms. You reached out to run your fingers down his abs, letting them trace each groove and dip in muscle. Soonyoung shivered at your very touch, but he allowed you to make your way down to undo his belt and pants.

Your fingers were fumbling, but you managed to remove the latch after several failed attempts. He guided you with his steadier hands, but you were determined to do it yourself. Finally, you pulled his belt free and pushed his pants down his legs.

He seemed to be slightly embarrassed, but Soonyoung was already rock hard. His cock sprang up so that the tip pushed past the waistband of his boxers.

“Don’t worry about that,” he grumbled, sinking to his knees and placing his hands on your thighs. “I’ll take care of you first.”

He grabbed your knees and pushed them apart, staring at your soaked cunt like it was everything he ever wanted. Soft kisses peppered the inside of your thighs, working up to the apex of your legs. You felt the cold air hit your core and shivered, but then it was hot all over again once Soonyoung licked one long, slow stripe that made you writhe and cry out in bliss. He had to press your hips down to keep you from moving too much.

But his movements were so slow and torturous. You were going insane by how much Soonyoung was teasing you with his kitten licks and lazy drags of tongue. Tears welled up in your eyes by the time you had been edged away from another impending orgasm, with him letting his dissolve as soon as the heat bloomed under your skin.

Kissing your cunt. Plunging his tongue into your core. Licking at your walls until they trembled and shook with the warning of release. You were agonized by how good Soonyoung was making you feel.

“Please,” you begged, your voice breathless as your body felt lightweight, “let me cum, please.”

“Hm.” He seemed to consider it for a moment before saying, “Tell me three things you like about me, and I’ll let you cum.”

You laughed, but it died on your tongue as soon as you realized there was no amusement on his face.

“You’re kidding, right?” You swallowed hard, knowing you had your answer already. “Oh, you’re not kidding.”

He was making you work for your orgasm. This was mortifying; you never expected Soonyoung to be so cruel, and you never expected it to be so hot.

“Three things, baby,” he said. “Start with number one.”

“One,” you started, your voice shaky as Soonyoung returned to snaking his tongue past your folds, “I like how you treat me so well and look after me, like—oh, right there—yeah, like that.”

“Two,” you continued, more so in a whimper because Soonyoung was skillfully using his tongue to reach places you never thought to stimulate before. “I, ah—I like the way you look at me and when you tell me I’m beautiful.” You sucked in your teeth when you felt him press his tongue flat against your clit. “Soonyoung, please.”

��One more,” he murmured.

“T-three,” you breathed out, and by this point, your legs were already shaking. Your brain was turning to mush and you couldn’t help but clench at Soonyoung lapping at your soaked cunt. The tremor in your voice was unmistakable when you admitted, “I love how you’re so much better at this than I ever could’ve imagined.”

He breathed out a laugh against your cunt. “Am I really?” He tightened his grip on your hips to suck on your clit, making your back arch and your chest feel light. “You think about me that often, princess?”

“Mmhm,” you confirmed with your eyes screwed shut. “Thought about you whenever I was—”

“Don’t finish that,” he warned, though it almost sounded like he was pleading with you, “or I’ll go crazy.”

Your nerves felt like they had tangled themselves into several knots that kept tightening in your stomach. You shuddered and moaned with each motion of Soonyoung’s tongue that brought you closer to your release. He was merciless with the way he dipped his tongue in your core, rubbing your clit with his thumb in slow circles.

Your walls tightened one last time before you were finally blinded by your white-hot orgasm, and you hardly even realized that hot tears were streaming down your cheeks. Soonyoung was eating you out unabated, not even giving you a break between each wave of pleasure that hit you. After your climax subsided and coherency gradually bled back into you, Soonyoung finally pulled back and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You grabbed his arm before he could say anything. Soonyoung looked you in the eyes for a moment, alarmed, but the worry knitting his brows together melted away once you pulled him down for a proper kiss.

With your arms wrapped around his neck and his knee between your legs, Soonyoung eventually found himself lowering his body until your chests were pressed together. He kept himself up by his elbows and pulled away to look at you. He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned in for another kiss.

As you two became a tangled mess of limbs, wrapped up in each other and far too occupied to care about anything but making out, you moved your hand down Soonyoung’s abs to wrap your hand around his cock. He groaned against your lips and rocked his hips against your touch.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with lust. After reaching back to tug his boxers down, freeing his cock from the restricting fabric, Soonyoung looked down at you with desire glazing over his eyes. “May I?”

“Please do,” you answered.

You cried out when he started rubbing the head of his cock against your cunt, teasing your folds like he did before. You were aching already despite your previous orgasm, and you thought you were going to die on the spot from how needy you were.

“Turn onto your stomach,” he ordered. You were confused for a moment, but you ended up being manhandled by Soonyoung, anyway. He flipped you over and positioned himself at your entrance, keeping one hand on the back of your neck. “Good girl.”

The side of your face was pressed into the sheets, and your hands were desperately reaching for anything that gave you proper leverage. You ended up grabbing onto the pillows just as Soonyoung started pushing his cock inside you. You swallowed down the gasp that dared threaten to escape, and Soonyoung pressed kisses to your face and made sure you weren’t crying from how big he was.

With more filth and praises whispered into your ear, you were clenching and unclenching around him, making Soonyoung groan whenever he felt you tighten. It took a while for him to ease his way into you, but once Soonyoung had finally nestled inside of you, it was as if a switch flipped in him.

He was thrusting as soon as you gave him the green light. You were blindsided by how intense he was, hardly having any control over your own body as you held onto the sheets for dear life. Soonyoung held your hips with a bruising grip as he fucked into you.

Hot.

Everything felt hot and sticky. Your sweat-matted hair clung to the back of your neck, and you felt like your sheets were uncomfortably damp. Despite it all, though, you couldn’t get enough. You needed more, wanted more. Soonyoung was relentless, even when your box springs creaked and the frame rattled against the wall.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck. You’re taking me so well.”

Still overly-sensitive from your previous orgasm, it didn’t take long for you to reach your limit a second time. Soonyoung pounded into you with fervor, and even he was quickly falling apart.

“That’s it,” he got out, teeth gritted. “That’s my girl.”

You pulled him down for a deep kiss, muffling both of your moans once you were clenching uncontrollably around him. You were falling from your peak and Soonyoung fucked you through your orgasm, even though he was on the verge of one himself.

He pulled out right before he was about to cum, and you could only hear his groans before you realized he had gotten off, too. For a moment, you thought Soonyoung abandoned you on the bed. His voice sounded distant all of a sudden, and you were too tuckered out to move.

Then, he returned with a towel and several tissues for you. You turned onto your back again to make out his silhouette entering the room and taking a seat next to you. Your eyes were shut as Soonyoung cleaned you up, and you only opened them once he pushed your hair back and kissed your cheek.

“Wanna go again?” he asked with a grin. You were impressed by how quickly he was able to recover. You, on the other hand, needed a few minutes to recuperate. “The night’s still young.”

“Yeah, sure, if you use a condom this time,” you breathed out, turning over onto your side. “Just give me five.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your chest rise and fall until its rhythm steadied. Your breathing was even again, but when you opened your eyes, you saw neon green glowing in the middle of the room.

“Soonyoung.” You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. You were not getting dicked down by manga censorship. “Why is your dick glowing?”

“I prefer glow-in-the-dark condoms.”

Typically, when two individuals had feelings for each other, it would often bloom into a relationship.

It was quite clear that you had feelings for Soonyoung and he had feelings for you, so, naturally, one would expect the two of you to start dating. However, it felt like you both were testing the waters around each other instead—dipping your toes into the dating pool. You two were exclusive, but not exactly together.

You were perfectly content with taking things slow, but that didn’t necessarily mean Soonyoung didn’t end up over you almost every other night. The sex was great, of course. Mind-blowing, even.

Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Seungkwan seemed to catch on quickly. There was no mistaking what was going on after you went over to their apartment to play Catan, and then you and Soonyoung disappeared into his room afterward. The next morning, when you walked downstairs in Soonyoung’s shirt to eat breakfast with everyone, you could pick up on their unspoken realization that you were hooking up with their roommate.

Seungkwan even made an offhand comment about you and Soonyoung being a thing—whatever that was supposed to mean.

You debriefed Junhui on the entire situation, of course. He seemed less surprised about you sleeping with Soonyoung, though, and more interested in the outcome of your driving test (which, you had to admit, you were terribly worried about).

The night before your dreaded behind-the-wheel exam, you received a call from Soonyoung.

You weren’t sure what to expect when you picked up the call. You knew that he’d been planning on getting high with his housemates today, so you weren’t exactly sure if this phone call was going to be private or not. You were half-expecting Seungcheol to answer for him instead.

“Hey,” Soonyoung greeted, voice slightly muffled. With the way the audio sounded, you suspected that he wasn’t holding onto his phone at the moment.

“Are you busy?” you asked.

“No, just trying to get the pod you gave me out of its packaging.” You heard a few strained grunts from him before he exclaimed, “I got it!”

“I’m proud of you.”

“That’s what I’ll be telling you after you ace that driving test,” he said. He paused for a moment (which you guessed was him taking a hit). “You ready for it, by the way?”

“Not really.” You sucked in a sharp breath. “The good news is that taking years to pass the permit test has helped me memorize all the rules of the road; the bad news is that I have severe anxiety and probably won’t be able to utilize anything I’ve learned.”

“You’ll be fine, Y/N. You drove just fine with me, didn’t you?”

“But that’s you! How am I gonna drive properly with some scary old guy who probably hasn't ever smiled in his life?”

“Just relax. Remember to slow down on your turns and check your blind spots when you’re changing lanes.”

Your voice grew shy when you admitted, “This is gonna sound weird, but I kind of miss our driving lessons.”

“Even when you lost your tooth?”

You grimaced. “Even then.”

Soonyoung laughed along with you for a moment before he simmered. The silence on the other side of the line didn’t feel uncomfortable, but you felt like each nerve end of yours was on fire.

“I didn’t want it to end either, Y/N,” Soonyoung said after a while, his voice dropping an octave.

“Really?”

“I don’t wanna be in a world where we aren’t in a car together, whether I’m telling you to stop driving under the speed limit or we’re crashing into that Honda Civic that knocked your front tooth out,” he started, and you scratched the back of your head. Yeah, he was definitely high. “And, maybe… maybe the missing front tooth was really the catalyst for all the memories we made along the way. Maybe, in another universe, that tooth never fell out—or existed. Maybe the concept of that occurrence manifested into this universe as a—”

“Okay, it was cute at first,” you interrupted, “but you’re definitely in that other universe right now.”

You had never been this much of a nervous wreck.

Actually, scratch that. You were probably this much of a nervous wreck at least thrice a week. You functioned on being anxious several times a day, so this was honestly not a new feeling. The only problem was that you had never driven with anyone other than Soonyoung, so you were slightly on edge as you turned into the DMV.

“Please return my car in one piece,” Soonyoung said, holding onto the ‘oh shit’ handle as you went over a speed bump, which you found highly unnecessary. He pointed to the starting point for the driving test. “I’ll wait for you outside the building over there.”

“Sounds good.”

“And remember: if you’re gonna fail the test, make sure you fail it big time. Don’t fail it by going ten over the speed limit, or something boring like that.”

“That’s terrible advice, Soonyoung.”

“I’m playing. You’re gonna be just fine.”

“Thanks, I’m just so—oh my god!”

You stepped on the breaks immediately, gripping the wheel tight as the car lurched forward. The man who was crossing in front of you doubled over onto the hood of the car before standing upright again. You rolled your window down to yell an apology, but the man paid you no attention and kept walking with a scowl on his face.

“I almost killed him!” you cried, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“Well…” Soonyoung didn’t seem to know how to reassure you as he was still immobilized with fear himself. He managed a shaky grin. “On the bright side, he’s alive and you’re not facing a lawsuit.”

You swallowed hard. There was no way this exam was going to go well.

After handing in the necessary paperwork inside the DMV, they approved you to go outside for your driving test. Since Soonyoung was letting you use his car while he waited outside, he sat with you until your examiner came by. He did everything he could to calm you down, but, ultimately, it was up to you to pass.

While Soonyoung was giving his seat up for your examiner, you closed your eyes and tried to take deep breaths to mentally prepare.

“Ma’am, can you turn on your left turn signal?” the examiner asked from your window.

When you turned to look at him, you felt something inside you shrivel up and die.

The man you almost ran over was your examiner.

In your daze, you managed to follow his instructions as he asked you to point out various things, such as the windshield wipers, defroster, and foot brake. All the while you were already preparing yourself for failure because there was absolutely no way this man was going to let you pass after almost becoming your victim.

Once the pre-drive safety check was over, he circled around the car to sit in the passenger’s seat, looking down at his clipboard for a moment. You held your tongue, hands clasped together in your lap. Were you supposed to apologize? Would he even care about your apology? It wouldn’t hurt to say sorry, right?

You started in a meek voice, “Oh, about what happened earlier, I’m so—”

“I’m Jeonghan, and I’m gonna be scoring your behind-the-wheel test today,” he cut you off with an air of indifference, looking back down at his clipboard. “Whenever you start the car is when the test begins.”

“Right—yes, okay.” You swallowed thickly and gripped the wheel, looking behind you to make sure no one was coming. Since there were a few cars driving by, you decided to wait for a moment. “A-are you having a good day?”

“I was.”

You wanted to crawl in a hole and drop dead.

After the road was clear, you turned out of the DMV and started driving down the road, checking your speed and mirrors every so often. You had always been comfortably driving with Soonyoung, who would just help you reroute if you missed a turn. Now, though, if you missed anything Jeonghan said, you were going to fail (and probably die).

“Take the right coming up here,” he instructed.

You remembered your turn signal and to look back over your shoulder. Soonyoung had taught you well, but you were afraid that his gentle instructions would only take you so far. Jeonghan was the most intimidating person you had come across (mostly because you almost killed him), and you should not have been trusted to drive someone you were terribly scared of.

After you made the turn, you sighed in relief at the long stretch of road ahead. You attempted to cover it up by clearing your throat and making small talk with Jeonghan.

“It’s pretty cold today, isn’t it?” you asked. Stupid question. You had no idea how cold it was. Soonyoung’s car felt like a sauna because you cranked up the heater, or maybe the heat was from how nervous you were.

Jeonghan promptly ignored you. “Change lanes and take the next left.”

Albeit your state of disarray, you followed what he said. You decided to give up on small talk altogether, coming to the conclusion that Jeonghan just hated you and didn’t want to converse with the person who almost murdered him in cold blood.

You were pretty confident that the rest of your driving test went horribly. You almost went ten under the speed limit to make sure you didn’t run over anyone else in the school zone, you shrieked when the railroad lights turned on and you had to wait for the train to pass by, and you looked both ways about five times when you were at a stop sign.

Jeonghan told you to park the car once you reached the DMV, so you pulled into an empty parking space. You were praying that he wasn’t still grading you because you were most definitely occupying two parking spaces right now.

“Okay, so,” he started, looking at his clipboard before turning to you with a deadpan stare, “you drive too slow.”

Oh. That was intentional because you didn’t want to deal with another hit and run, but you stayed quiet and nodded.

“And,” he continued, “you overthink too much when you’re behind the wheel. Don’t hesitate before you stop or make turns, or you’re just gonna run into trouble that way. You can’t be paranoid about driving, otherwise it’s gonna be hard for you to be on the road.”

You pressed your lips together in a tight line. This was it. He was going to fail you. There was no way you were going to pass when you were being criticized for your entire performance. You didn’t blame Jeonghan, though; you probably wouldn’t pass the person who almost ran you over, either.

“Well, you were cutting it really close,” he said, circling some parts of your examination sheet, “but you passed.”

Your eyes grew wide.

You passed.

You turned to Jeonghan and cried out, “I passed?!”

“You know your car, you know the rules of the road, and you did all your maneuvers just fine,” he continued. “You slowed down in the school zone to make sure you didn’t hit any kids, and you were careful about your turns and stops. Just remember not to be too careful, though, or you might run into someone.”

For the first time, you heard a small snicker of amusement come from him.

“I—I’m so sorry about that,” you blurted out. “I thought you were gonna fail me for hitting you with the car.”

“Like I said, the test begins when you start the car.” He handed you your papers and got out of your car. Before closing the door, he turned to you with his clipboard tucked under his arm. “You should go tell the DMV you passed and get your temporary license before I mark you down for this parking job.”

You gulped, unbuckling your seatbelt in a rush. “Will do.”

Jeonghan stalked off to grade another new driver, you supposed. When you got out of the car, your eyes immediately scanned the perimeter to search for Soonyoung, and there he was, waving you over from the sidewalk with a bright grin on his face.

Before you could even make your way over and break the news to him, he yelled out with his hands cupped around his mouth, “That’s my girl!”

You blushed, stopping in your tracks and staring at him for so long that it took a car honking at you to propel you back into motion. You scrambled over to Soonyoung, eyes wide as saucers and still frazzled from the emotional turmoil you went through with Jeonghan.

He wrapped an arm around you. “You know, no matter the result, I’m proud of you for trying. There’s always next time, you know?”

“Soonyoung—”

“Did everything else go well, though? Other than you almost killing him, obviously.”

“Soonyoung, I—”

“It was probably just bad luck, honestly. I mean, it was a recoverable bump, not even a full-on crash! You were going so slow that anyone could walk that off.”

“Soonyoung!” you yelled, thrusting your score sheet into his hands. “I passed!”

His eyes widened. “You passed?!”

“I passed!” you squealed. “I have to tell Junhui! I mean, he totally thought I was gonna fail my first two or six tries!”

Soonyoung crushed you into a hug, which would’ve been more endearing if your ribs weren’t being squeezed so hard. “Holy shit, Y/N, I’m so proud of you.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him closer. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Be my girlfriend,” he spoke against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, and you immediately froze.

Kwon Soonyoung wanted to be your boyfriend. Even with everything that had happened—from the STIIZY pods, to the car crash, to the glow-in-the-dark condom—you still felt relief flooding your veins at the thought of Soonyoung liking you as much as you liked him. It almost felt like you were in a dream.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally remembered how to breathe.

You pulled back to look at him, and even though it was the middle of the day, it felt like all the stars were out to make Soonyoung shine brighter than usual.

“Be my girlfriend,” he repeated, softer this time, and his eyes were gentle as his hands reached for yours. Your lips immediately tugged down and your eyes were welling up with tears. “No, no, no, Y/N, don’t start crying at the DMV.”

You wiped at the corner of your eye. “I can’t help it. I always cry at the DMV.” He smiled down at you fondly, waiting for you to gather your composure. You mustered up the strength to lift your head and nod eagerly. “I accept.”

He was your boyfriend now. The word felt strange on your tongue, but it also filled you with inexplicable happiness. And when you saw how Soonyoung’s eyes crinkled at the corners, you thought you could definitely get used to this.

“You’re so cute.” He laughed, pulling you into his embrace once again. “How about we go get something to eat after you tell them your score?”

You grinned. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

While Soonyoung was waiting in the car for you (and probably readjusting your terrible parking job before he got yelled at), you walked into the DMV and stood in the same line you were in months ago for your permit test. You remembered the anxious feeling of possibly failing your written test a seventh time, but now you felt a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders.

“I did it,” you gushed to the woman at the counter, handing her your score sheet. “I passed.”

“Congratulations!” she chirped, examining the papers before turning to type something on her computer. She turned to grab your temporary license from the printer and handed it to you. “Here you go. Your real one should come in the mail in a few weeks.”

“Thank you so much,” you replied, inspecting your new license with bright eyes.

You failed your permit test six times, only passing on your seventh attempt. While other children were getting their licenses at the age of sixteen, you were still trying to pass the written test in your twenties. And, yes, you had severe driving anxiety, but you crossed that hurdle yourself and finally passed your driving test on your first try.

So, that glass ceiling? Consider it smashed.

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seventeen when their quieter s/o feels very affectionate

author’s note: hope you like it, if you have an ask or request send it in!

synopsis: what the title says.

word count: 0.7k | genre: fluff | pairings: seventeen x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food (breakfast)

“cheol baby, good morning!” you would sweetly say while jumping on top of him, laughing and giggling. he would love to see that you were up to being affectionate since he is a very clingy man and it was kind of rare to see you like this. he would take you into his arms, kissing you softly while smiling so wide his dimples would show.

jeonghan wouldn’t be awake by the time you woke up, so it would come as a surprise to him that you kissed his nose and face, this action being the first thing he sensed. “hmm, is my angel feeling extra cute and cuddly today?” he would ask while lazily draping an arm over your form and letting you snuggle into his side.

joshua was already awake by the time you opened your eyes, looking at you lovingly while stroking your hair. after you gave him many many kisses on his adorable cheeks his eyes became even softer. “darling you have no idea how in love i am with you. i keep falling deeper.” he would say while kissing you back.

jun would also be up by the time you found him, in the bathroom washing up. you looked at him through the mirror, hanging on him like a little koala while he brushed his teeth. after being done he would give you a wink. “do you want to help me style my hair, precious?”

hoshi cannot stay silent so he would be doing that vibrating thing he always does when he is excited when you backhugged him and peppered kisses over his face. “oh my god little tiger you are so so cute.” he would say while turning around and grabbing you by the waist.

wonwoo was watching you sleep and adoring your face when you looked up at him with those beautiful orbs, leaning up to pull him down by his neck, to which he let out a low chuckle and an admiring your smile. “were you spying on me again while sleeping, hmm mr. jeon?”

it was rare to see woozi rest so you were extra happy to see him in bed, just lazing around. you would jump on the piece of furniture, hugging him tightly, him letting a smirk make its way onto his face. “what got you so excited, hmm babe?” he would question while letting you twirl his locks around your finger.

dk is a very touchy person so he would be over the moon when you started singing with him while making breakfast, instantly grinning. “you are so cute my sunshine minnie!” you would say excitedly while squishing his cheeks, resulting in him blushing and blabbering about how you were the cute one, not him.

mingyu would be giggling so much when he is around you, which would only increase when you jumped on his back, him acting as your carrier right away, bouncing around with you glued to him, your laugh and kisses lingering on his skin. “i will give you all the affection in the world kim mingyu!”

minghao would be mesmerised by your brightness and would just quietly melt upon receiving the most warm hug ever from you, fingers laced together, stroking your back with one hand. “darling you are my soulmate, my everything.” he would whisper into your ear during the intimate moment.

“what are you doing?” seungkwan would whine, pretending to be annoyed by you not letting him drink his iced americano in peace, dancing around, but in reality he would let his smile take over, knowing damn well he cannot resist your chamrs, especially when you let yourself be exceptionally affectionate with him.

to say that vernon was surprised would be an understatement; he did not expect to be dragged back into bed by you clinging onto his thigh. “nonnie stay with me i miss you already!” you would insist, pouty lips and light touches, to which he couldn’t say no, obviously.

dino would love that you felt good and would shower you with so much love that you would be drowning in it. “bub i love you so much i could burst!” he would say while kissing your forehead from time to time, you keeping in his arms while you were smiling like a maniac.

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sluttywoozi · 1 month

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Interlude No. 8 | ksy x reader

Interlude No. 8: You're ovulating, and Soonyoung's hand is on your thigh, and if you weren't in this uber, you'd already be stuffed full of his cock.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.5k | Pairing: ksy x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: alcohol mention, they’re both a lil tipsy, mention of cum inflation, impreg kink, unprotected piv sex, lowkey irresponsible family planning, babymaking sex, breeding kink, creampie(s), consensual somnophilia

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, wears a dress and heels, can get pregnant

You’re ovulating, and Soonyoung’s hand is on your thigh.

You can feel it creeping higher and higher, his warm fingers brushing the sensitive skin, shifting closer to your panties with every stop sign and red light. Normally, you’d stop him, but you’re ovulating, and slightly tipsy, and you want him more than anything right now, so his touch is more than welcome.

It’s also grounding, in a way, though it makes your blood run hot in your veins, makes your heart race, makes you want to climb into his lap and kiss him senseless. Makes you want to sink down on his cock and bounce until he fills you with his cum, until he pumps you with enough to distend your stomach, until he gives you what you’ve been too nervous to ask for.

You won’t do that to the uber driver though, so until the car rolls up to your apartment complex, you’ll just have to endure Soonyoung’s teasing fingers. It’s not much longer, thankfully, and soon enough, you’re stumbling through the open door and holding your husband’s hand as he attempts to do the same thing.

You both thank the driver and wave as they pull away before turning and beginning the trek to the elevator, the stretch of sidewalk between you and the building doubling before your very eyes. You can already feel blisters forming on the backs of your ankles from your strappy heels, and you sigh out, “Stop for a second, babe.”

He halts instantly, turning to you in concern before taking the purse you hand him and offering his other arm for you to hold as you lean down and unbuckle your heels. You lose a couple inches as you step out of the shoes, but you don’t mind that, not when it means you can walk without pain.

Soonyoung holds out your purse and takes your heels in exchange, reaching for your hand with his free one and tugging you along again. You make it to the lobby in no time with how quickly he’s pulling you, and you stifle a giggle as he frantically presses the button for the elevator, muttering, “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”

The doors open and he ushers you inside, jabbing the button for your floor and waiting just until the doors close to push you into the corner and cover your lips with his. His fingers sink into your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss before dropping your heels and sliding his hand beneath your dress to grip your ass, pulling your hips into his. You gasp at the feeling of his bulge against you and he takes that as an opportunity to suck your tongue into his mouth, a shaky moan leaving you at the barrage of sensations.

When the elevator stops on your floor and opens up with a ding, he doesn’t seem ready to stop kissing you, his lips fever hot against yours and his hands possessive. You have to push him away, melting at the pout that graces his handsome face before reminding him, “You can’t fuck me unless we’re in the apartment.”

That’s enough to get him moving, his body reluctantly parting from yours as he takes hold of your hand and leans down to swipe your heels off the tile. You have to jog to keep up with him, but you don’t mind now that you’re dizzy with desire and the remnants of your tipsiness.

You dig through your purse for your key as you arrive at the door and he feeds it into the lock, gaining access to your apartment with more ease than you expected considering you’re both still buzzed. You hurry inside, hearing the door slam and lock behind you before you’re being guided over to the couch with two hands on your hips, your purse and heels lost somewhere along the way.

Instinctively, you bend over the arm of the couch, but Soonyoung’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you back up, his grabby hands yanking at your dress until you can tear it over your head, leaving you in the lingerie set you forgot you wore to surprise him.

He moans woundedly, stepping around you to sink into the sofa and stare up at you like you’re made of stardust. His hands hover close to your body, as if he doesn’t know whether he can touch or not, and you take them in yours, drag them up to your lace encased breasts. He can’t seem to stop touching you after that, his palms searing as they smooth over your belly, down the fronts of your thighs, up the backs, his fingers slipping beneath your matching underwear to grope at the fat of your ass.

You’re the one to stop him, leaning down and pushing his legs apart as you press your kiss-swollen lips to his, swallowing his groan and sliding your hand up his thigh to cover his thickening cock. It’s hot under your hand, big, and when you squeeze, it twitches in his slacks, dotting the dark gray fabric with precum. You know how it feels when he’s inside of you, know what it’s like to be filled by him, stretched by him, made complete by him, and you want it desperately.

But more than that, you want to tell him the secret you’ve been harboring for the past few weeks, the wish that started out small and grew large enough to occupy your mind at any given time.

“Soonyoung, I have to tell you something,” you break the kiss to whisper, allowing him to tug you into his lap, your legs parted over his waist and your arms draped around his neck.

“What, baby? Is something wrong?” He asks, panting, his eyes valiantly attempting to stay on yours instead of the rise of your tits when you take in a deep, centering breath.

“Nothing’s wrong, per se. I just… I really want,” you bite your lips, nervous to tell him this even though you haven’t felt nervous around him since the very beginning of your relationship.

“What do you want? I’ll give you anything, you know that,” he reassures you, cupping your face and brushing over your cheekbone with a soft thumb.

“I want to have a baby with you,” you breathe out in a rush, your eyes squeezing closed so you don’t have to see his expression change. “And I’m ovulating, so if we skip the condom, you could literally get me pregnant tonight.”

He doesn’t make a sound, and then all of a sudden, he’s wrapping both arms around your waist and holding you close to his shuddering chest, little sobs sounding in your ear as he buries his face in your neck.

“Soonyoung?” You ask, sounding as alarmed as you feel. You try to push him away but he’s too strong, whimpering and holding you tighter as his tears leak out onto your throat.

You fear you’ve broken your husband. There’s nothing to do but rest your chin on his head as he sniffles and weeps, worry invading your mind as you wait for him to patch himself together enough to talk to you.

Finally, he releases you and pulls away, his face red and wet with tears as he gazes up at you with adoration and wonder.

“I wanna have a baby with you,” he beams, cupping your face with both hands and pulling you into a kiss, all of his love and tenderness and hope pouring from his lips into yours.

You know you should talk it out more, discuss logistics and the future and everything that comes with adding to your family, but fuck if you don’t want his dick inside you right this second.

So you don’t question his words, just shuffle closer to him until you can grind over his cock, feeling the seat of your panties dampen with arousal as they’re pressed against your pussy by his thrusting hips.

It’s a mockery of what you really want, and you don’t last long before you’re shifting back and fumbling with the button and zipper on his slacks, tugging them and his boxer briefs to rest below his heavy balls as his cock pops up between you. You eye it with hunger, rising up on your knees and tugging your panties to the side before lining it up with your entrance.

“Baby, wait, let me open you up a little first,” Soonyoung pants, his fingers sliding between your thighs and grazing your clit, making you shiver.

“No, I need you,” you whine, your face crumpling when his other hand flies to your hip and clutches tight, holding you in place.

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs soothingly, knocking his cock out of the way so he can dip his fingers inside of you.

“Can’t you feel how wet I am? It won’t hurt,” you insist, before you decide begging is something you’re willing to do. “Please, I want to feel your cock so bad, I want to feel you cum inside me and I want it to stick, I want you to get me pregnant, Soonyoung.”

You’ve never not used a condom before, and you’re hoping the temptation of fucking you raw is enough to push him over the edge. His face reddens again, his eyes fluttering shut and his cock twitching against your ass. You fight a smile when he swears and takes hold of his dick, pressing it to your entrance and pulling you down just a little, just enough for the head to lock in.

You feel his fingers part your pussy further, feel them holding you open as he thrusts his hips up, fucking into you slowly to stretch you out. You push down faster than he pulls you, but he doesn’t seem to want you to stop, precious little ah ah ah’s escaping his parted lips as he fills you.

It’s glorious, the sensation of him bare. The sheer warmth of him, the veins that drag against your walls, the precum you already feel dripping into you. When he bottoms out, you almost wish you didn’t have to move, to lose the feeling of being whole.

Then he lifts you up and bucks those dancer’s hips into you, and you’re reminded of your original wish. You’ve made him cum before just by cockwarming and clenching around him, but he cums faster when he’s fucking you, and that’s what you really want. You want him to give you every drop, fill you to the brim, fuck it back into you when it starts to leak out.

You almost don’t even care if you cum too, but Soonyoung obviously does because his fingers travel back to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you throbbing within a split second. His hips jackhammer into you, and your nails dig into his fabric covered shoulders as you hold on for dear life.

You can hear yourself whimpering pitifully but you can’t stop, not when he suddenly starts running his mouth.

“Gonna give you, fuck, so much fuckin’ cum, baby. All night, I won’t stop. You’ll be fucking pregnant by morning, I swear,” his words tremble with exertion but his tone rings true, and all you can do is shudder out a moan and clench down around him.

You muddle through the onslaught of pleasure to tell him, “Even if I fall asleep, keep fucking me.”

“Yeah, baby?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Still want me to breed you even if you pass out on my dick?”

The image and his swirling fingers are enough to push you over the edge, your cunt clamping down on him as light fills your vision and every sound but the noise of him fucking into you fades away.

You can feel him throbbing inside of you, and before you’re even fully on the other side of your orgasm, you’re whining, “Want it, Soonyoung, cum inside me, please, please, please.”

He forces out a swear and slams you down one last time, his dick jerking as his cum pumps into you, a strange warmth growing in your lower belly with every rope of white hot cum that paints your walls.

You sigh in relief, tipping forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder, pouting when it meets fabric instead of skin.

“Take your clothes off,” you mumble, your body like lead on top of him.

He tips you to the side and hisses as he pulls out, taking hold of your fingers and bringing them to your pussy, covering your entrance when he tells you, “Don’t let any leak out.”

You won’t, both because you don’t want to get the couch cleaned and because you don’t want to waste a drop. You peek an eye open to watch him strip, his toned body slowly being revealed to you with every article of clothing he removes.

When he’s finally naked, he leans down and reaches behind you, undoing your bra and carefully pushing you to rest on your back as he pulls the straps down your arms. The panties are a bit trickier as you want to keep your fingers in place, but you let go for a single moment and he tugs them down, your hand immediately returning to your pussy to hold his cum inside.

But he pulls your hand away, and you blink up at him in confusion before feeling his wet, hard dick pressing into you again. He fucks you softly this time, your legs hooked over his arms and his knee bent up on the couch, the other leg straight and bracing him on the floor.

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave when he leans closer so he can kiss you, his pelvis grinding into your clit and his dick feeling twice as big with you folded like this. It’s not long before he’s filling you, the burst of heat in your stomach a bit more familiar now. He lays against you for a while, staying inside even as his cock softens, his hips pressed tight enough to yours to prevent any cum from escaping.

You wake to him tugging you up from the couch and off to bed, one arm around your waist and one curved over your stomach, his hand between your legs to stem the flow of cum as you walk. When you get to the bed, he helps you climb up, pushing you to lay on your stomach and lifting your hips enough to nudge a spare pillow beneath them.

You’re barely lucid as you feel his hands spread your cheeks and his dick slide inside, and before you drop back into sleep, you hear him murmuring, “Gotta, fuck, gotta keep you full. Promised I would.”

Two weeks later, you find yourself buying pregnancy tests instead of pads.

(Every single one is positive)

AN: "but emily you just wrote a breeding kink fic" ah but that was with joshua and they didn't actually want kids so technically this is different 😌

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secndlife · 2 years

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[11:53pm]

The night was going great. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the bathrooms were still intact. Sigma Tau had successfully finished their most recent rush round - Soonyoung’s last as social chair - and it all ended with basically half of the university at their house for their famous ‘Cheers’ party.

As a senior, Soonyoung felt accomplished. The frat had gotten many new members, which was a reflection of how hard he worked during rush, and how well he managed to get the frat’s name out there. As this was his last Cheers, he wanted to ensure he’d enjoy every damn second of this celebration. Right now, that meant making out with you until you begged for more.

“You look so fucking hot tonight,” you moaned against Soonyoung’s lips. He was wearing a denim jacket and matching jeans. The jacket was barely long enough to keep his Calvin Klein underwear out of sight, which only added fuel to the fire.

He had you against his bedroom door for god knows how long, hands by the sides of your head, while his leg was between yours. If you scooted down just enough, you’d practically ride his thigh.

That didn’t sound half bad.

He laughed at your words, chest swelling at the compliment. “Always happy to provide a good view for you, babe.”

Not even a second after, he leaned in, kissing you even harder. Everything felt needy. Hot. Heavy. You’d never complain.

You and Soonyoung spent most of your college years hooking up. You first met him on orientation day, and things escalated from there. Your encounters culminated in a comfortable, carefree, and exciting arrangement. No official titles had ever been given, but he was well aware of the fact that you were his. Even if you acted as if you weren’t.

There was something about him lately, though, that made you feel like you were going crazy. Like he was the only thing on your mind all day and all night. And now, behind closed doors, all you wanted to do was surrender to that. To him.

Your hands traveled to the low of his back, fingers tracing crescents into the skin while you kept him close. He groaned in response, “You’re gonna leave marks.” His tone was laced with teasing. It was like he didn’t really mind the scratches. Not if they attested who he belonged to, anyway.

You pulled back, lips then landing on his neck. “How’s that an issue?” You bit down by his jugular, earning yourself a moan.

“Who said it is?” Soonyoung’s eyes were closed, and he felt goosebumps forming on his arms, despite the heavy fabric around them. “Everyone already knows I’m yours.”

You stopped your ministrations just to look at him. You saw a glimpse of something hidden under his beautiful brown eyes, and you could’ve sworn it was love. “Good.”

And when he smiled your smile, the one he saved for you and only you, you knew it was. That didn’t matter, though. At least not yet, not right now. So all you did was kiss him again. Needier. Hotter. Heavier.

He tasted like beer and lust and, even if you weren’t a fan of beer, you’d still taste him forever and a day.

Soonyoung started moving his hips against yours, and you could feel him getting harder by the minute. This felt like heaven. He felt like heaven.

His hands left the wooden surface so his fingers could tangle themselves in your hair. When he tugged on it slightly, you mewed his name. The chuckle Soonyoung let out went straight to your core. “God, I love the way you sound.”

You pulled the waistband of his very expensive underwear, and the elastic made a noise as it hit his skin. “I’d be making much more noise if you’d just do something to me already.”

Another thug, a stronger one this time. Painful enough to make you wetter, but not to actually hurt. You bit your lip instinctively. “What do you want me to do to you?” His voice was barely a whisper. If he wasn’t this close, you’d never hear him. Not through the music.

Your response rolled out of your tongue in a heartbeat.

Anything.

“Everything.”

a/n: this is completely unedited. it’s almost 1:30am and i wrote it in a frenzy because this soonyoung has been living in my head rent-free for a day now. god he’s so fucking sexy i honestly don’t know what to do with myself. let’s see how i’ll feel about this in the morning, maybe i’ll edit then. ANYWAY!!! kwon soonyoung you’re really hot pls let’s make out. and as usual, askbox is always open mwah!

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toruro · 11 months

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— ✧ crazy stupid love

pairing. kwon soonyoung x reader

description. your best friend, turned fuck buddy, seems a little too upset about your latest instagram post ...

tags. smut (18+), fwb to lovers, some angst, fluff, confessions, mean dom → switch hoshi, jealousy, arguments (dw there is resolution), angry sex, biting, dacryphilia, degrading (+ discussion of degradation), use of safeword, slightly inspired by crazy stupid love

w/c. 3.6k

a/n. happy birthday hoshi! ngl this has been sitting in my drafts for like 2 months but i figured i should wrap it up and post it today :3

"who's this?" soonyoung asks, holding his phone up to your face. on the screen is a picture that you posted on your story last night, your friend with an arm around your shoulder.

"huh, that's dongwoo," you say, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows. the back of your head is leaning against his shoulder as your legs are propped up on the other end of the sofa. soonyoung came over to watch the harry potter marathon with you a few hours ago, but with the showing break going on right now, you're both taking some time to catch up on your phones.

"who's that?" soonyoung says flatly, not looking at your face as he pulls his phone back, squinting at the photo. his gaze feels oddly scrutinizing, but you don't say anything about it just yet.

sitting up from your position, soonyoung frowns as you lift yourself off of him to sit across from him on the couch. "you don't remember dongwoo? he went to high school with us?" soonyoung gives you a blank stare. "jeong dongwoo? doesn't the name ring a bell?"

the name does ring a bell, but soonyoung only shrugs and replies, "uh, no i can't say it does."

"no way! we had chem with him! he was really nice and good at labs too," you go on, reminiscing about your memories from your teen years.

"that's weird, i don't remember him." that's a lie—soonyoung definitely remembers dongwoo, but he doesn't remember him ever being as smitten with you as he looks on your post.

"well whatever," you brush off, leaning back onto soonyoung's arm. "he was in town and dmed me asking if i wanted to catch up over dinner."

"a date?" soonyoung asks shamelessly.

you scoff. "no. not a date. just two friends meeting up for dinner."

"a guy and a girl don't meet up for dinner and not call it a date," your friend argues, and then you lift yourself off of him again. soonyoung is slightly annoyed you aren't curled up by his side anymore, but he's even more annoyed by dongwoo's stupid smile on his stupid face with his stupid arm around you.

"what are you talking about? we go out for dinner all the time! those aren't dates," you tell him as a matter of factly, frowning slightly as you do.

"yeah," soonyoung murmurs with a humorless laugh. "and we usually fuck afterwards, so our case is obviously different."

heat courses through your body as the words leave his lips. it's not like he's wrong, but the shamelessness of it all is a little more than you're used to. you're used to the deafening silence and the unspoken words that fill the gaps every time soonyoung leaves you breathless, every time he leaves your brain empty, every time he fucks you.

after he says that, there's that thick, ugly silence wedging itself between you and soonyoung again. you don't like it, not one bit.

"whatever," you finally huff out, not sure if you should lay back down on him or continue sitting up, sensing that soonyoung might want to make a bigger deal out of this than is good for him. "it wasn't a date, i don't know what else to tell you."

neither of you know why you're trying to convince him of this. it shouldn't matter if it was a date or if it wasn't, if dongwoo had an arm around your shoulder, if his touch lingered more, fingers ghosting down your body, up your thigh—

that's what soonyoung tries to tell himself—that it doesn't matter, that none of it matters, that you don't matter to him—at least not like that. too bad he can't control himself. soonyoung can never control himself when it comes to you, and he's starting to wonder if that's a blessing or a curse.

he scoffs, "you're being a real brat right now."

your eyes narrow at him and while this would usually put you in one of those moods—the mood where you want to yank your pants off, have soonyoung's hand in your panties—you're slightly annoyed right now. "what's that supposed to mean?" you ask accusingly, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

it's a thoughtless gesture but your tits bunch up together and the curve peeks over the collar of your loose shirt. soonyoung stares for a moment and then thinks about if dongwoo looked at you like this. like he wanted to grab your tits, tweak your pretty nipples between his fingers, drink in your moans while he licks into your mouth.

the thought has red flashing through his vision and before you can even think, there's a pair of hot, wet lips on yours and soonyoung is kissing you like he'll die if he doesn't. teeth gnashing against each other as one of his hands wraps around your torso, the other goes up to grab one of your tits, massaging the flesh with his palm.

yeah, you said you were annoyed, but yeah soonyoung is a great kisser and your mind is throttling, going back and forth as you try to decide if you should give in or attempt to hold your own. "soonyoung," you pant as you break away to take a breath, but his lips are on yours again too quickly for you to form a reply.

you find your resolve running thin as you thread your finger into his hair, bringing his face closer as he shifts on the couch above you, knees on either side of you, caging you in. his mouth his pressing kisses to the side of your lips now, peppering your cheeks, and then he's on your neck.

your lips aren't occupied but any words of protest have effectively died in your throat as you squirm under soonyoung when he sinks his teeth into your skin, whining out his name. your hips buck into his for some much needed tension and you can feel soonyoung chuckled against your skin as he licks over the reddening mark.

you feel dizzy when he pulls away and admires the way he's quite literally marked his territory on you. scoffing out loud, soonyoung gives you mean look. "wonder what dongwoo will think about this ..." your mind races at the words—what soonyoung means by that is still a bit of a mystery to you, but the fact that he's so hell bent on keeping you to himself is ... it's turning you on like crazy.

and soonyoung doesn't stop there as he pulls off his shirt and you try to shimmy out of your pants. "what'll he think, huh? his cute little crush ..." he murmurs, looking down at you after your pants are off and thrown to the side, leaving you in just your soiled panties. "his dream high school sweetheart with her legs open, pussy dripping, for a guy who isn't even her fuckin' boyfriend ... like a fuckin' slut."

you gasp when he brings up a thumb to toy with your clit through the fabric, hips jerking up at the contact. "w-what are you—" you're cut off by your own moan when soonyoung pushes the cloth to the side, slipping one finger into your aching cunt without warning. you really want to ask soonyoung what he means by all this, but it just feels so good—too good, and you can't help it at all—your body seems to always give into him.

his finger is already hitting that one spot that he knows has you seeing stars, and your jaw goes slack at how quickly the pleasure is all hitting you. usually, soonyoung likes to work you up to it; starts by playing with your clit for a few hot minutes 'til you're begging for just some fingers inside and then he toys with you for another good while before he finally gives you his cock and fucks you dumb. something tells you today is a bit different.

today is very different, but you have a strong feeling that you won't mind. because all it takes is a few more quick flicks of his wrist and you're crying out his name, saying, "'m gonna cum—soon-soonyoung, 'm cumming!"

you thrash around on the cushions as your orgasm hits you, and soonyoung buries his head into your neck and biting down even harder than before. the slight sting has your senses heightening and your cunt throbs around his fat fingers as he fucks you through the high, not relenting until your neck is littered with hot red marks and you're quivering beneath him.

a content sigh escapes your lips when he slips out of you, allowing yourself a moment to breathe as you start to sit up when soonyoung narrows his eyes at you, unbuckling his jeans in the process.

"don't move," he warns and although you furrow your brows, you comply nonetheless, letting your head fall back against the couch as you watch him shove down his pants and boxers in one go. soonyoung's fat length springs out, hitting against his abdomen as he shuffles his way in between your legs.

pressing his lips together, he asks, "color?" and when the word green is slipping softly from his mouth, he finds it hard to hold back. "fuck, how are you this needy already," he groans when he catches the look on your face—your bottom lip jutted out as you look up at him with shining eyes.

soonyoung grabs your cheek with one hand roughly, shoving a thumb into your mouth as he positions his cock between your folds. you're quick to wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking hard and swirling your tongue in hopes that it'll egg him on to just stick it in already, but instead he just slides his length up and down your folds.

you pout around his thumb but don't stop sucking, letting the drool run down your chin as tears well up in your waterline, and soonyoung chuckles at the look. "go on baby, go on. know you want it," he coos mockingly, continuing to cover his length in your slick but not actually giving you what you want.

"soonyoungie," you whimper when you can't take it anymore, trying to lift your hips yourself so he'll get the message but then he's pressing down on your stomach and holding you in your place.

"be patient slut," he demands, and your eyes press closed when he does, walls clenching around nothing as the word slips from his mouth. "you just came—are you really that insatiable?"

you nod dumbly as he slips his thumb out of your mouth, using the same, wet hand to tightly squish your cheeks together. soonyoung thinks you look so cute like this—puffy lips and lashes thick with tears—and he doesn't give you even a moment's warning when he snaps his cock inside of you in one go.

his balls are pressed against your ass, and soonyoung holds himself there for just a moment before he's pulling back and thrusting back into you. "god fuck—perfect pussy," he groans, thrust after thrust as you throttle against the couch with the increasing force.

you can feel your ass and thighs burn from the way his skin slaps against yours every single time, the sensation only adding fuel to the fire as you cry out his name.

"bet dongwoo thought about this," soonyoung moans as he starts jamming his cock into you less methodically and more sloppy, more hard, more fierce. "thought 'bout having you moaning his name like the pretty whore you are."

you try to mewl something along the lines of, "we're just friends," but it comes out as nothing but a high pitched moan as your second orgasm creeps up on you.

and it's fucking mind-numbing, and you don't think you've ever cum so hard and so fast but soonyoung is grinning down at you as you arch your back and squeeze around his cock so tight it almost pushes him off the edge but no—he's determined to keep going until you can't take it anymore.

"keep goin' baby, i know you can take it." he hardly gives you a second to rest, thrusts slowing only for a few moments as he watches you cream his cock before letting his hands roam all over you.

in your overstimulated haze, you hardly realize when soonyoung flips you over, cock still buried deep inside your hot cunt as you try to stabilize yourself on your knees. his hand is on the back of your neck, pressing your face into the cushions so hard it muffles your moans as his cock batters your buzzing pussy.

he's ramming into you so hard now and all you can feel is white hot pleasure ripping through your body, soonyoung whispering about how you're his filthy little slut, taking everything he's giving you. gripping onto the side of the couch, you try to hold yourself together, you really, really do, but it's too much all at the same time and the word slips from your lips before you even have to think about using it.

"r-red." it's so quiet and hoarse the first time that you aren't even sure if he can hear you so you cry out again, "red, s-soonyoung, red."

it's all a haze when soonyoung slips out of you slowly, giving you both a few moment to adjust as you finally catch your breath over the hiccups of your soft whimpers.

now soonyoung likes seeing you cry, but not when it's like this. he likes seeing you whine and tear up when you're under him and writhing from pleasure, but what he doesn't like is the way your eyebrows are furrowed like this. 'cause when he looks at you now, he sobers up and the anger that fogged his mind just moments ago is clearing up.

"s-shit, i'm sorry," he says quickly as you curl up against the cushions, limbs still quivering from all the pleasure and stimulation. soonyoung wants to reach out, wants to touch you—hold you—and ask you what wen wrong, promise you that he didn't meant to go too far, promise you that he didn't even realize it, but he's not sure if he should.

because right now you won't meet his gaze and he's wondering if he's somehow royally fucked up what's likely the best thing he's got going on his life.

soonyoung's lost for a few moments before senses are snapping into him and he thinks he should get you some water, a towel—do anything except sit here dumbly like he is right now. but when he shuffles away from you and is about to step of the couch he feels a familiar touch around his wrist and he gapes down at you.

"wait," you mumble, finally looked up at him once the tears have stopped flowing. soonyoung stills for a moment, and he's not sure if he should take that as in invitation to move closer or just stay put, but then you're tugging him softly and he can't help but cave. "can y-you lay on top of me?" you ask timidly, and soonyoung gives you a weird look as if to ask, are you sure? "i, uh, i think it'd help me. please?"

that's all takes for him to drape his whole body over you, arms pressed against your side and hands stroke your shoulders. your bare chests are pressed against you and soonyoung swears your rapid heartbeats sync up on the spot as you breaths start to relax.

when all finally feels calm, soonyoung takes a moment to finally ask you the question that's been bothering him this whole time. lifting his head, he finds you looking right back at him. "are you okay? what went wrong?"

"i—yes, i'm okay."

"a-are you sure? you can tell me anything you know—i won't judge, i won't care—i mean obviously i'll care but you know what i mean and—" he starts to ramble, and your lips almost twitch up into a smile, "—and i'm sorry this isn't about me but i'm worried i did something and might have majorly fucked things up and—"

"soonyoung," you say, voice all breathy and light. "slow down, i'm okay."

"are you?" he asks, and his voice is so shaky you frown.

"yes, i promise. i'm, well, i think i just got overwhelmed. it was a lot and happened really quickly and it was a bit more intense than i'm used to," you admit. "not that i didn't like it ... i just wasn't expecting it."

soonyoung watches you carefully as you speak, sitting up and pulling you up in the process too. "i'm sorry—i didn't realize," he confesses. "i was—" he inhales sharply wondering if he should admit his jealousy, "— a bit lost in my own head. i shouldn't have taken it out on you like that. do you want me to get you water?"

you nod and he stands up, heading to the kitchen to grab you a glass. when he sits back down, next to you, soonyoung is relieved when you curl up by his side, gulping down the drink before questioning him. "um, can i ask what you mean by, uh, lost in your head? wait actually—before you answer that—" you pause, "—do you really think i'm a slut?"

soonyoung's eyes widen. "no—fuck, god no. i just—you know, we usually—you know—degrade. if you don't like it i'll stop and—"

"no no, soonyoung, like, i meant outside of sex. do you think i was—i dunno—messing around with dongwoo?"

dongwoo? "no—i don't think you're a slut for that. shit, i'm sorry—i don't even know what the fuck got into me. i just—i don't even know. okay fuck. fuck. okay. i was jealous."

"of dongwoo? we didn't even fu—"

"i know. i know—it shouldn't even matter because we're not exclusively fucking or whatever but i got jealous okay? i don't know—i fucking love you so i saw him with his stupid hand around you and i wanted to punch him in the fuckin' face."

your eyes snap wide at that. "what? you—fuck—what?"

soonyoung hardly even realizes he's confessed until you're looking up at him with those wide eyes and he wonders how he's managed to dig himself deeper into this hole. shit, there's really no getting out of this now. he might as well crawl down further and sit there for the rest of his life and—

"i, uh—i didn't know you felt the same way."

"what? what do you mean the same way—"

"are you stupid, soonyoung?"

"um, kind of."

you laugh and kiss him hard for a second. suddenly you're pressing his shoulders and swinging a leg over his thighs so you can straddle his laps.

"wait hold on," he murmurs, but continues to wrap his arms around your waist as you lift your hips to align yourself over his still hard cock. "a-are you sure? are you okay?"

"yeah," you mutter, kissing him again as you wrap your arms around his neck. "can we take it a little easier from here though?"

soonyoung doesn't hesitate to say, "yes, of course—" but the last word gets cut off by a hitch of his breath when you sink down on him, the two of you moaning in unison at the feeling. his hands are gripping your waist and holding you down as he relaxes, leaning back into the seat as he casually says, "i am never calling you a slut again. or anything degrading for that matter." it's half a joke, half not, and you can tell he's still on edge.

"i like it," you admit as you adjust yourself on his lap, not really moving yet though. "just—i was a bit worried today. i thought you— i dunno. didn't know you liked me too and i didn't know what to think."

soonyoung furrows his brows but can't find the right words to say, so he kisses you instead, pulling you up so his cock drags out of halfway before gently letting you fall back down, tip hitting your walls slowly but deep.

"fuck," you moan into his mouth, holding his head closer to yours. absentmindedly, you lift your hips up again and then grind down methodically, causing both of you to break away from the kiss and look down at the sloppy wet mess where you connect.

and as you both get lost in the moment, fingers grappling at each other's burning skin, letting your bodies melt together, it dawns on you that you and soonyoung have fucked a countless amount of times but this is the first (of many) that you two have made love.

it's an entirely new experience, dreamy eyes and wet, passionate kisses with whispers of love confessions under your breaths and the smooth and damn good thrusts that slowly but surely bring you to the edge.

"feels so good," soonyoung moans, thrusting up into you gently to meet your bounces as you steady him with your arms around his shoulders.

"g'na cum, soonyoungie?" you try to coo, but it comes out as a whimper of your own as you feel that knot in your belly threaten to snap. and when he's nodding into your neck and sucking on the skin, you both fall apart in each other's arms.

cries and grunts mix together in a beautiful song and when you and soonyoung look at each other, sweating, flushed, teary eyed, and so fucking in love, you know that whatever happens with the two of you after this, it will work.

a/n. hope u enjoyed it!

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