SYNOPSIS. in which you accidentally miss the bus and decide to stay the night at your date's place for the first time.
PAIRING. kwon soonyoung x gn!reader (ft. chan as soonyoung's roommate)
GENRE. fluff
WARNINGS. chan makes like a sex joke, kissing
WORD COUNT. 2.9k
notes: hi everyone this ended up being a lil longer than i thought but it was saur cute to write so i hope u enjoy :') tagging @etherealyoungk hehe
Maybe you do lose all track of time when you're with someone special. Perhaps that's one of the aspects of starting to fall for another person𑁋that it's just so easy to lose track of time because you're too caught in the moment since the entirety of this day had gone right.
On the other hand, Soonyoung had spent the past week meticulously planning this date with you. This is only his second date with you, since the first one he was a nervous wreck the entire time and was terrified that you didn't want to see him again by the end of it (he sobbed when he got back to his place). But when you told him you wanted to see him again, he made his roommate Chan remind him every morning that yes, you do want to see him again and that he wasn't hallucinating.
The date didn't even require much planning, it was mainly because Soonyoung kept overthinking every little detail.
"How about we go to this ice cream place instead because Y/N prefers something simpler? Or maybe raid the convenience store to have a picnic by the Han River?" Soonyoung suggested to Chan one evening, who was currently sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in his phone.
Chan looked up, his eyebrows raised. "You're planning this date like it's a military operation."
Soonyoung let out an exasperated sigh, pacing back and forth in their living room. "I need to cover all bases, Chan!"
"Hyung, you don't need a battle strategy for a date. It's supposed to be fun and relaxed."
"But what if Y/N doesn't like ice cream, or they have allergies or something they never told me of? And what if the convenience store doesn't have the right snacks? What if I mess it up?"
"Christ, hyung. You're overthinking this," Chan muttered, before letting out a sigh. "You really like them a lot, don't you?"
Soonyoung only flopped back down on the couch next him. It's almost overwhelming how much he does like you. "Yeah..."
By the time the date rolled around, he offered to pay for your snacks from the convenience store for the picnic and the ice cream by the end of it.
It wasn't extravagant nor entirely too simple, but he likes to think it was just the right amount of perfect to make up for the jittery disaster he was for the first one. And from the pretty smiles to your face that he caught glances of from to time, perhaps he was a bit more successful than he thought.
The time was probably around ten o'clock now, and you both find yourselves strolling side-by-side down the tranquil, quiet cityscape, the path ahead illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. You had an arm around Soonyoung's, telling him about something that happened when you were younger, and he was listening intently, hanging onto every word that left your mouth, occasionally getting distracted from how the city lights seem to dance in your eyes or how you glow when you spoke.
"And like... everyone stared at me! I can't believe I was the first person to spell in every freakin' round."
Soonyoung tries to imagine it𑁋a younger you participating in the school spelling bee standing awkwardly by the microphone in front of the entire school. The thought makes him grin.
"Cute," he mutters aloud, yet the grin to his face disappears when he feels a flick at the yellow cap he was wearing. "Hey! What was that for?"
You only pout, and Soonyoung swears you look even more cuter. "It's not cute. It's embarrassing."
"Well, it's cute because it's you."
You roll your eyes, chuckling at his words, but the flush to your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by him.
His eyes linger on you for a few moments, and when you look up to meet his gaze, you catch sight of the most endearing smile to his face, one that melts your heart and brings a sweeter taste to your mouth than the ice cream you had earlier. It looks like he wants to say something, but before he can, there's a gasp that leaves your mouth at a moment of realisation.
"Crap, that's my bus over there!" You exclaim, pointing down to a bus farther down the street that was accepting the last few people inside and getting ready to close its doors.
Almost instinctively, you reach down to grab Soonyoung's hand before you're dashing down the street and dragging him along in a frantic sprint towards the bus stop. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you used all the remains of whatever energy you had left. However, by the time you both arrived at the bus stop, it was already half a block away from you.
"Dammit," You groan out frustratingly, letting go of Soonyoung's hand to catch your breath. "That was the last ride back home."
Soonyoung stands beside you, also panting heavily from the impromptu sprint. Once he catches his breath, he leads you to the seats under the bus stop, giving you a few moments to recover yours as well. And in that short amount of time, he lets himself think, his hand wandering to the urge to place over yours on your thigh, but he hesitates and retrieves it back.
"Sorry, I-I should've been more aware of the time," he says sheepishly.
You shake your head, managing a small smile back at him. "It's not your fault. I didn't even notice the time either."
His apologetic expression eases, yet the few moments of silence that passes afterwards does nothing to rid of the nerves that was crawling up his spine. He tries to think of other ways𑁋maybe a taxi, but the street appears almost barren of any𑁋but no other solution seems to come up, other than one last one.
"Um..." He clears his throat nervously. "Do you... want to stay over at my place for the night? It's, uh, not that far away, and we can figure out a way for you to get home tomorrow. If-If you want to, of course."
You feel your heart flutter to his suggestion, a mixture of nervousness and anticipating racing through you. Soonyoung feels the pang of regret to his chest at the sight of your contemplative expression. He shouldn't have asked that. What if he made you uncomfortable?
"Would you... be fine with that? What about your roommate?" You ask him, remembering that he mentioned another boy named Chan or something that also lived with him.
Soonyoung can sense the slight hesitation in your voice, and it makes his nervousness resurface.
"Chan's cool, I promise," he reassures you lightly. "He wouldn't mind."
You take a moment to think it over. Staying over at Soonyoung's place is a big step, especially for only your second date, but there's something about his sincerity and the way the entire night you've felt at ease with his presence that makes you want to take that leap of faith. Plus, you didn't have much of a choice anyway since you lived on the outskirts of town and the buses had stopped running for the night.
So you look back up at Soonyoung, noticing the way he's anxiously awaiting your response from the way his fingers seem to be kneading at the loose strings of his pants. With a warm smile, you reach out and gently place your hand on his.
"Okay," You tell him. "I'll stay over."
It takes nearly every muscle in his face to relax from your words, the relief washing over his features and the corner of his lips curving upward into a grateful, precious smile.
"Okay." He lets his hand interlock with yours, and he has to refrain himself from squeezing it too tightly out of excitement. His heart does a little dance in his chest as he stands up, gently tugging you up with him.
It's a peaceful walk on the way to his place, and the night air is crisp and cool like a tender graze against your skin as you make your way through the streets and into the local neighbourhood of apartment complexes. The city seems to have a different charm at this late hour𑁋quieter and more intimate. Soonyoung is careful not to let go of your hand, as if afraid you might disappear if he does. His brain still can't even process that you're about to see his place for the first time.
As he leads you inside the apartment building, you follow up a flight of stairs to where his apartment stood. He clumsily fumbles with the keys in his hands as he stands in front of the door, finally managing to unlock it. With a shy smile, he pushes the door open, gesturing for you to enter first.
He follows in behind you, and for a moment you both find yourselves a bit squished together in the entryway, the warmth of his body close to yours as you take off your shoes. There's a fleeting tension in the air as your eyes meet, and then you both chuckle nervously, breaking the moment.
"Hyung? Are you home now? How was the date𑁋" A sudden voice makes you and Soonyoung turn your heads simultaneously, and you're met with a younger boy whom you presume to be Chan, appearing exhausted with disheveled hair as if he had just woken up from a nap. You quietly greet him with a friendly smile, and he offers you one back in return.
Tackling the somewhat awkward atmosphere, Soonyoung gestures you to follow him into the living room, where you place yourself down comfortably on the couch.
"Can I get you something to drink or... anything?" Soonyoung asks you.
"Yeah, just some water is fine," You answer, before letting your gaze travel around the room.
The living area is very homey, a bit messy with some folded laundry at the ends of the couch, an empty can of soda and some snack wrappers sitting on the coffee table. You can't help but chuckle to yourself at the sight, finding the small mess endearing rather than off-putting; nonetheless, you still feel comfortable and welcomed.
When Soonyoung enters the kitchen to retrieve your water, he's pulled to the side by Chan.
"A reminder would have been nice if you were bringing them home," he mutters lowly, a bit of an annoyed tone to his voice.
"They missed their bus, what else was I supposed to do?" Soonyoung whispers back as he fills up a glass with water. "I-I couldn't just leave them stranded there."
Chan just sighs, giving the older boy a few pats on the back. "Just... don't do anything weird, okay? Keep it PG. And if I have to block my ears or whatever just, like, knock on the wall."
Soonyoung feels the heat in his face as he gives the younger boy a light smack to the arm. "We aren't𑁋it's not like that!"
That was enough for a round of laughter to leave Chan's lips and for you to catch sight of Soonyoung's slightly embarrassed expression once they enter back into the living area together. Chan only shoots one last knowing glance between the two of you before uttering out his goodnight and disappearing into his own bedroom.
"Sorry about the mess, by the way," Soonyoung says as he hands you the glass of water.
You take in the glass in your own hands, your fingers brushing momentarily against his. When you take a sip, you feel a refreshing wave hit you all at once. "It's fine. You weren't expecting company anyway. And... it feels cozy. I like it."
Your words make Soonyoung's eyes soften. He takes a seat beside you on the couch, not too close to invade your personal space but close enough that you can still feel the warmth of his presence. It's comforting, you think, because despite the quiet moments in between, you both feel contented in simply being together.
You know Soonyoung tried his best to make this date perfect, since your first one was more on the awkward side. But there was something about him𑁋whether it was his endearing clumsiness, the way he genuinely cares about your comfort and happiness, or the amount of effort he put in to actually want to get to know you𑁋that made you feel like this was right where you were meant to be.
"Do you... want to see my room?"
You glance up at him curiously, placing your empty glass on the coffee table. "Can I?"
Soonyoung leads the way, and you follow him down a short hallway to a door on the right. However before he opens it, he turns to look back at you. There's a sense of anticipation in the air, as if he's eager to let you into this personal part of his life but also a bit (very) nervous about what you might think.
"Wait, let me just... tidy it up a bit," he murmurs as if in shame before you have a chance to respond. He quickly steps inside the room, leaving you standing in the hallway. You hear some shuffling and a few muttered apologies to himself, and then he reappears back out with a sheepish grin.
He pushes it open, revealing a cozy and small bedroom. The walls are painted a soft shade of blue, and there are posters of various artists and bands you recognise like SHINee and BIGBANG. His bed is hurriedly kempt with a couple plushies of what seem to be tigers, and there's a desk piled with notebooks and a laptop.
There's a shelf in the corner of the room filled with collections of ticket stubs from concerts, a row of trophies and medals, and a stack of old photo albums. Then you take a seat at the edge of his bed, taking one of his tiger plushies in your hands and smiling to yourself. It's incredibly soft to the touch, carrying a scent of the remnants of Soonyoung. You can't help but snuggle it for a moment before placing it back on his bed.
"Here, I got some clothes you can sleep in," Soonyoung says after rummaging through his drawer.
"Thanks," You take the piece of clothing in your hand: a large hoodie that he bought at a concert a while ago.
He leaves you for a few minutes to allow you to change. Once he comes back in, it takes him a few moments to get used to you wearing his clothes with a hoodie that's slightly oversized on you, his cheeks deepening with a rosy hue that stretches up to his ears as he takes his place right next to you on the bed.
As the night goes on, you both start to feel a sense of exhaustion from the day's events. Soonyoung offers you his bed while he'll take the couch, but you decline. You don't mind sharing his bed; in fact, you'd prefer it.
"Are... Are you sure?" he asks, a hint of concern, hesitation, in his eyes. "I-I can sleep on the couch. It's completely okay."
You nod with a warm smile. "I'm sure. Plus, it's your bed, anyway. You deserve to sleep in it."
He seems to relax at your response, his tense shoulders loosening as he takes in a deep breath, and he finds himself crawling under the covers right next to you. It's strange, considering you're only two people who are still getting to know each other, yet the closeness feels natural and comforting.
You lay on your sides, facing each other, with only a few inches of space separating you. The room is dimly lit by a soft, warm glow from a bedside lamp, and the sounds of the city outside are barely audible.
"Hi," Soonyoung whispers, face cutely half-buried in the pillow.
You faintly grin, whispering in his same tone, "Hi."
For a moment, the two of you only lay there, only carefully studying each other's faces.
"You're really pretty," Soonyoung admits shamelessly, his words making you giggle and the heat sprout to your face.
"So you've mentioned," You tease him back playfully. Many times.
Soonyoung chuckles softly, the sound muffled by his pillow.
"I really like you, you know," he tells you, and it's so quiet that you can barely hear it, but his words send a pleasant shiver down your spine.
You prop yourself up on one arm, keeping your eyes on him. "Is that why I'm in your bed right now?"
Despite the darkness of the room, his cheeks tint a deeper shade of pink. He shifts slightly, scooting more closer towards you so he can face you more directly, his eyes locking onto yours.
"Partly, yes," he replies, voice low. "I feel comfortable around you, and I... I want to get to know you better. It's... a bit scary how much I like you."
You can feel the weight of his words, and you're not sure how to respond. Instead, you reach out, gently cupping his cheek with your hand, and guide his face toward yours. Your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss. Soonyoung doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, his lips moving against yours slowly, gently, enough to feel like you're flying. The kiss deepens just slightly, but it's not rushed, as you feel his hand come to rest at the small of your back to rid of whatever distance was left.
And when you pull away, the two of you a bit breathless, Soonyoung only smiles.
"Does that mean you like me too?" he asks, as if the kiss you just shared wasn't the obvious answer.
"Hm." You look at him square in the eye, resisting the urge to smile though you can feel your lips twitching. "You're alright, I guess."
Soonyoung just grins, leaning in once again so that his lips hover over yours.
"You're so mean." he pouts, before kissing you again.
pairing: vernon x reader
word count: 1.2k
warnings: kissing, Shrek slander
request prompt: "You're cute." "What did you say?" + "are you flirting with me?" "I’ve been trying to do that for three years."
A/N: Thanks so much for all the support on my 700 follower celebration. You guys rock! I'm doing my best to get through the requests, but there were way more than I anticipated so bear with me!
Vernonie [8:59pm]: we still on for tomorrow night?
Your heart leaps, like it always does, when Vernon’s name pops up on your screen.
Y/N [9:01pm]: yeah! see you then, bro
You sigh heavily, throwing your phone down onto the bed beside you and rolling over, pulling your pillow into your chest.
Bro.
It’s a defense mechanism, you know, but it’s getting a bit ridiculous now. You’ve taken to throwing out the word nervously when he gets too close – which seems to be more often than not lately. You’d been worried that your crush on Vernon was getting disgustingly apparent, and so you'd started with this whole "bro" nonsense. Now, you don’t know how to get out of it.
Every time he catches you looking at him and raises a dramatic brow; every time you’re making plans to hang out just the two of you; every time his hand accidentally brushes yours while he hands over a headphone for you to listen to a song – you find a way to call him 'bro'. So that he knows it’s all strictly platonic. Which it’s not, of course – not for you – but his friendship means more to you than anything in this world, and you’re not going to jeopardize that just because you think he’s hot. And kind. And funny.
Sure thing, bro. See you tomorrow, bro. I love movie nights with you, bro. I love when you show me new music or video games and your face lights up, bro. I love your eyes and the way you laugh at your own jokes, bro. While we're at it, your smile is pretty nice too, bro.
You close your eyes with a sigh.
"Thumb war."
"What?"
You’re sitting on the floor in Vernon’s apartment the next day, arguing over which movie to watch. It’s been at least a half hour of back and forth, so you'd decided to take matters into your own hands, and had proposed the most obvious solution.
"Thumb war," you repeat. "Winner gets to pick the movie."
Vernon eyes you warily. "Fine. You're on."
As soon as his fingers curl into yours, you can feel your stomach flutter. His touch sends goosebumps across your skin, and you regret the suggestion instantly, but you must carry on. For honour – and for the fact that if he makes you watch Shrek 2 again you might scream.
You square your shoulders and laugh at Vernon’s face, which has instantly turned competitive. You count down, and as your thumbs begin to battle, you feel the competitiveness in yourself grow, too.
“Yes!” You cry. You have him pinned.
You’re counting down when Vernon suddenly surges forward, your hands falling apart as you let out an ‘oof’ and fall to the ground. You let out a squeak as your back hits the floor with a soft thud, Vernon landing on top of you. His arms are on either side of your head as he pushes himself up a little, chest hovering above yours, and you can audibly hear the way your breath catches in your throat.
"Just shut up and let me pick a movie," he says breathlessly, and you’re sure you've forgotten how to breathe. His hips are between your knees, his chest pressed to yours, and you can feel every part of him against you.
"Make me shut up," come your words, and you regret it immediately. His eyebrows raise, just as surprised as you are, and you swear he falters a little.
"I will," he says back after a pause, and you can’t tear your gaze away from his. "I'll kiss you."
The blood is rushing to your cheeks before you have time to think. Around now would be the time that you look away, but he’s so close that you can’t. Your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest, and you’re certain he can hear it. Or feel it.
Your head is spinning as you force out a laugh before saying, "Okay, bro."
Vernon’s eyes search your face before meeting your gaze again. His expression is serious, and you hold your breath as you wait for him to react.
But all he does is stand up, holding his hands up in surrender. "You can choose.”
For the rest of the night, things feel a bit awkward between you. You don’t comment on it like you normally would, because Vernon hasn’t said anything, which means he’s probably forgotten and it’s just you that’s making it weird now. You make it through your pick, and then he surprises you by picking one of your other favourites to watch as a second movie. It’s sweet, but you’re confused since he'd caused such a fuss earlier.
As the movie progresses, you begin to relax a little. You can feel Vernon’s eyes on you as you giggle to yourself, and you shoot him a glare.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. You turn back to the TV, focusing again when you hear him add, quieter, “You’re cute.”
Your head whips back in his direction. He avoids your gaze this time, the only telltale sign he notices you looking shown in the way he fidgets with the remote.
“What did you say?”
“I said you’re annoying.”
You think ignoring everything that’s just transpired in the last minute is probably for the best.
“I’m about to be really annoying, then,” you quip – and then you begin to quote line after line.
It’s one of his biggest pet peeves, and he knows you’re doing it on purpose. You continue, waiting for him to break. It doesn’t take very long.
"Oh my god. Shut up." You can hear the smile in his voice, and you know you aren’t annoying him that much.
"Make me," you shoot back without thinking, your heart stopping as you quickly remember where those two words had gotten you just a couple of hours before. You think Vernon is holding his breath, too, and you resist the urge to shrink even further back into his couch. Don’t make it weird, it’s fine, you’re just joking, don’t make it –
Vernon’s hand is on your face before you can finish your thought, tilting your chin up towards him – and then he’s kissing you.
When he pulls back, it takes a second for your eyes to flutter open again. And when they do, he’s already looking back at you, unwavering. His thumb brushes against your chin before he smirks and says, eyebrows raised, "I told you I would, bro.”
Your mouth is agape as he drops his hand and turns back to the movie. You feel a bit like your entire brain is resetting as you process what just happened.
“Are you flirting with me?”
“I’ve been trying to do that for like, three years now, so… yeah.”
“You kissed me.”
Vernon looks at you again now, and you absolutely cannot understand how he’s so calm about all of this. Smiling about it, even. “I did. Thoughts?”
Your friend is stoic at the best of times, but his eyes always give him away. When he doesn’t break your gaze, when he just waits while you process, you can see it in the way he’s looking at you — that even if he seems calm on the outside, he’s nervous. Nervous that you’re going to reject him, nervous that he may have overstepped, nervous that you don’t like him back. As if that would even be possible.
“I think,” you say slowly, “that the movie can wait a little longer if you wanted to kiss me some more… bro.”
hii hello lovely omg please please can u write hard dom seungkwan with a corruption and creampie kink? u don’t have a work for kwan yet so i was wondering if no one requested him :( ahhhh
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nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ smut ] ꩜. | porn without plot lol
hands tied by a pretty silk rope, sitting on the bed not wanting to wait longer for your boyfriend to come in the bedroom, you’re fucked you knew it, since he overheard you saying you wanted it rougher, that vanilla wasn’t for you, not that you didn’t like intimacy with him but more of you wanted something new never did you think to disrespect your pretty lover, he was amazing treating you like an absolute princess, it was just a suggestion but you’d never think of it leading you to this.
finally after the agony of waiting he came, you just wanted to sprint & tell him what you truly meant not wanting to upset him, but the ropes forbid you from doing so.
“thought you were too innocent for a rough fuck hm, my innocent baby is all whored up now isn’t it now?” he said smirking, loving the view of you all helplessly tied up leaving the only way for him to fuck you is to beg, beg & beg.
“kwannie please just list-“ you were cut. he grabbed your thighs & pulled you close to him, kneeling on his knees to reach your level, then continued by “now listen here, you cumslut, you said you wanted rough didn’t you? rough I’ll give it to you, so shut the pretty little mouth or I’ll gag it with your underwear got it?” you mouth hung open shocked by what he had just said, was that the seungkwan that always praised & pampered you?.
now if someone asked you if you hated this you would’ve gone straight to hell for lying it was fucking hot seeing him like that.
snapping out of your thoughts as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, then starting to kiss your ankles to finally reaching your core, hot breathes hitting your sensitive bud, you tensed a bit he sensed your reactions causing a smirk from his lips.
“what can’t i have a little fun with your pretty lil cunt?” he laughed a a bit then went down on you on that same moment, the way that his tongue hit your folds was a sensation that never gets old.
tugging on the ropes wanting to break free & grab his hair pulling it hard, but sadly you couldn’t.
“fuuuck kwan!” you breathed loudly with an ahh! following with it.
you were quite inexperienced in well intimacy the only reason why he was soft with you is because of that, maybe pushing his buttons wasn’t so bad.
feeling the orgasm rushing through you told him you were close “fuck m’gonna cum hm!” he went faster when he heard, closing your eyes with the feeling of warmth covering your cunt, then opening only to see cum all over kwan’s face, it was the most lewd thing you’ve seen, you moaned seeing the sight.
he could only smile at you licking the cum left on his lips, “how about I fuck this pretty hole till it’s all stretched out huh?” said as he flipped you over, stomach on the bed now, stroking his already hard member then pushing it into you, without any hesitation he rammed into you.
rolling your eyes from how good he felt stretching you out, you cunt perfectly squeezing his cock then slowly stretching you out by each hard thrust, skin slapping & moaning with dirty talk was filling your room, seungkwan was so fucking hot when he was mad, it made you drip even more.
with seungkwan now, the sight of your ass jiggling when his hips got in contact with it just made him go even harder on you, he was holding back in the past but after hearing your conversation with your friend, now he was not holding back.
his hand now came sliding to your clit then roughly rubbing it in a circular motion, you couldn’t handle the pleasure you were feeling hands giving out on you so your head was on the mattress now, it muffled your moans while your lover held up your hips as he drilled his cock into you.
eventually coming again on his cock, he loved the sight of your cum slowly seeping out of your hole with his dick plunging in it, normally he would slow down when you orgasmed but he did not, in fact he went on till he reached his high.
thrusts getting sloppy he groaned out loud as his load shoots in your womb with it over flowing as yours & his’s liquids mixed together as it overflowed out of your stuffed hole.
“fuck this hole’s is jus for me to fill hm?, look at my cum out of you baby” he chuckled a bit.
pulling out of you for a second, then flipping you so your back hit the sweet silk fabrics of the bed, he then pushed back into you quickly.
he fucked you so hard till you couldn’t scream anything but his name, cum of yours & his filling you up till it was dripping in the sheets, he fucked you so good till you cock-warmed to sleep, maybe you should get in his nerves for him to be like this, you became obsessed with this side of him.
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pairing: seungkwan x reader
word count: 1.7k
warnings: the tiniest mention of blood at the beginning
request prompt: "What are we to each other?"
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"I’m bleeding," you wince. You sit down on one of the rocks, turning your foot to assess the damage. A small trail of blood leads from your ankle to your pinky toe, and you let out a little whine. "Gross."
Who’s idea was it to go on a hike at 5:30am, anyway?
Yours. Right. It was your idea.
You’d thought some of your friends would join you – you’re on a week-long cottage vacation. Why would you not immerse yourself in the nature all around you? But only one person had signed up to tag along – the one you thought liked you the least. You don’t even know if you would consider him a friend.
The hike had been mostly silent, awkward even – and then, like an idiot, you’d gone and tripped.
Seungkwan wastes no time, immediately crouching down on the ground in front of you. He motions for you to put your foot up on his knee and you oblige, wincing again as you move. You can’t help but watch his face as he assesses the injury. His hair is messy from the wind, and parts of it are falling across his forehead as he leans forward. He looks kind of beautiful in this element, you have to admit. All sweaty and flushed from the exertion. You try and fail to suppress a shiver as his fingers run across your skin, and his eyes meet yours in concern.
"Did that hurt?"
You feel your cheeks heat up as you shake your head no, before breaking his gaze and looking back down at your foot. You watch as he pulls off his backpack, resisting the urge to comment on the fact that he has a first-aid kit in there (because of course he does), even though that’s what you do. You and Seungkwan are just that – two people who happen to have the same friends, and bicker over the dumbest shit. But right now, with the way he looks so soft and concerned, his lower lip between his teeth in concentration, you can’t find it in you to make a snarky comment.
You’ve been finding it harder and harder to do that lately, if you’re being honest with yourself. You don’t know when it started to happen, but the teasing between the two of you just makes you feel warm all over now, instead of irritated like it used to. You’re starting to resent the way he makes you smile.
“This will hurt.” Seungkwan’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you nod, unable to find your voice as he presses a piece of peroxide-soaked cotton onto the affected area. You hiss at the pain, and his free hand gives your calf a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “It’s not sprained,” he tells you, “but it’s going to hurt like a bitch. You should be okay to walk on it, but we should definitely head back.”
He starts packing up his bag again, and you wish that you could find something, anything to say. You know a thank you is in order, but all you can manage is, “Since when did you become an expert in sprained ankles?”
Seungkwan snorts, but he doesn’t so much as flinch while he continues to put his things back in his bag. “Being the captain of the volleyball team has its perks, I guess.”
“And co-captain of the badminton and table tennis teams.”
That makes him look up. His eyes are wide in surprise, and you try to ignore how flushed you’ve suddenly become under his gaze. “Yeah,” he says slowly, “I didn’t know you even knew that about me.”
You can’t help the defense that shoots back up as you retort, “What do you mean? It’s all you talk about. We get it, you’re sporty.”
“Right.” His lack of response to your quip has you flustered. He simply hums, stands up and slings his backpack over his shoulders. “Can you walk on your own?”
You feel stupid all of a sudden. “I think so,” you respond, dejected by the weird energy between the two of you, and you can feel Seungkwan’s eyes on you as you stand, testing the weight on your foot. “I’m good, just go slow.”
You don’t talk to Seungkwan for the rest of the afternoon. He disappears when you make it back to the house, and all you get from him over lunch are some smiles and a giggle when you guffaw at Mingyu tripping on his own shoes. You spend the afternoon hanging out with Vernon and Seungcheol in the library, ankle propped up as you read in silence.
A campfire is on the agenda for dinner, and you're told to sit back and relax as things are brought out from the cottage. You’re entertained from your seat by Seokmin and Mingyu as they begin cooking, and the rest of your group comes out one by one. The sun is beginning to set, and the sky is a beautiful array of blues, pinks and purples when Seungkwan sits in the chair next to you.
“How’s the ankle?”
“It’s fine,” you manage, and he nods. He settles in, eyes on the fire, and you can’t help but gawk at him. He chose to sit next to you?
The evening passes without much more chatter between the two of you. Your other friends are entertaining as always, and the time slips away peacefully until Jeonghan announces his early retirement, and others begin to follow suit. The fire is dwindling when Chan, Soonyoung and Seokmin announce that they’re headed in, leaving just you and Seungkwan, and you’re about to ask Seokmin to help you back to the house when Seungkwan interjects.
“I’ll help them.”
You flush at the chorus of oohs and ahhs that echo through the remaining group, but Seungkwan doesn’t even flinch, already maneuvering his chair in front of yours.
“Come on,” he pats his thigh, “let me see.”
“Seungkwan…”
He hums, focused on the task at hand. It’s quiet now as he stops fidgeting with the bandage, moving instead to gently massage the sore area around the wound. His touch is gentle but firm, and you feel electricity shoot through you. You’re holding your breath, and you feel a little dizzy; there are goosebumps on your leg from where he’s touching you. It’s not cold out, so you know you can’t blame it on that. It’s quiet, and all you can hear are the murmurs and occasional laughter of your friends in the distance, and the dying fire.
“Why are you doing this?” Your question comes out harsher than you mean for it to, and you wince.
Seungkwan looks up at that, his fingers stilling on your skin. He’s silent for a moment, processing. “What, helping you?” He sounds incredulous, and you shrink a little bit back into yourself. He begins to gently press his fingers into the muscle of your ankle again, his eyes falling back to his work as he adds, “Didn't know you thought so lowly of me.”
“It’s not as if you like me either, Seungkwan.” You wish you could pull your ankle away from him without it hurting, wish you could find a way to hide from whatever this conversation is about to be — but you can’t.
Seungkwan shakes his head, the disbelieving huff of a laugh escaping his lips as he does. “Unbelievable.”
You cross your arms, defensive. “What?”
Despite being obviously annoyed, Seungkwan is gentle as he sets your foot back on the ground. “Nothing. Just let me help you back to the house, alright?”
You stare at him in disbelief as he stands, moving his chair back to its place before he holds out an arm to you. “No. What? You’ve got to be kidding me, Seungkwan.”
He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight as looks away from you and mutters, “Fine. Get back to the house on your own.”
“That’s not…” You fight back the sudden urge to cry, blinking rapidly. “Seungkwan.”
Something in your voice makes him turn back to you, and now his own arms are crossed in defense. “What, Y/N?”
“I…” You don’t even know what you mean to say, really, and it takes a moment before you whisper softly, “What are we to each other?”
You can tell he’s surprised by your question. His eyes widen as he straightens. “I… I don’t know,” he admits honestly. “But I can’t figure out why you don’t like me.”
His admittance lingers in the air around you, and your mouth falls open as you process. “Do you like me?”
Seungkwan’s hand lifts to run over his face as he sits back in his chair. He’s embarrassed, you realize, and your heart stutters over itself in your chest. “I mean, yeah, but I just meant — you think that I hate you or something, but I don’t, even though you don’t like me —“
“I like you,” you blurt out, cutting him off before he can ramble any further. “I thought that you didn’t like me because you’re always so competitive and want to beat me at everything, and you never seem excited to see me or try to talk to me at parties, so I just… gave up on trying to make you like me.”
Seungkwan lets out a whine. “You intimidate me! You’re good at everything and yes, I’m competitive, but you’re an equal match and that’s so hot. But I thought you didn’t like me, so I didn’t try, either.”
“Oh my god,” you say after a moment.
You stare at one another in the dim firelight for a moment. And then you both begin to giggle.
“Are we going to ignore that you called me hot?”
Seungkwan stumbles a bit, the arm he has slung around your shoulders tripping you up a little bit too, but he quickly catches himself. You bite back a smile. “Yes. Yes we are.”
“Why? I think you’re hot, too.”
Seungkwan fully stops the two of you now, turning to you with an exaggerated pout. You can just make out his features in the light from the cabin up ahead, and he looks so cute you could cry. “Don’t tease me,” he whines.
“I’m serious,” you tell him honestly. He looks away, but you can see the shy smile that’s formed on his face.
“Fine,” he says as he begins to walk again. “We can talk more about that inside.”
bf!wonwoo who thinks everything is better if he does it with you. playing games on his computer? wordlessly hands you a controller so you can play with him. reading a book? it’s much more enjoyable if you’re resting your head on his shoulder while he turns the pages for you. wonwoo who always has your favourite mug ready when he pours himself a cup of coffee. he refuses to leave bed in the morning if you’re still asleep, only willing to start his day when you start yours. he’ll trace patterns into the skin of your arm or run a finger along the curve of your cheek while you sleep, smiling sheepishly if your eyes blink open. wonwoo who says shopping for groceries is 100%, definitely, always a two person job. doesn’t matter if it’s only to pick up a carton of milk, he’s coming with. says it’s for ‘moral support’ (he would superglue himself to you if he could).
bf!wonwoo who is so subtly flirty it drives you crazy. eye contact with frequent glances at your lips. sly smiles and once overs, then twice overs, when you try on a new dress. a hand darting out to wipe pasta sauce off the corner of your mouth. two hands wrapping a scarf securely around your neck. wonwoo who takes every opportunity to dote on you. in private or in public. slides your joint hands into his coat pocket as you walk together. opens his coat and pulls you flush against him when you’re not warm enough to his satisfaction. picks fluff out of your hair like it’s second nature. wonwoo who notes the way your cheeks flush pink and laughs, placing a kiss to your nose. wonwoo who follows up with a kiss to your lips when your ears bloom the same shade as your cheeks. “why so shy?” he whispers. but he knows.
bf!wonwoo who thinks the sound of your laughter is the prettiest he’s ever heard. so he does everything that he can to hear it. cheesy pick up lines when you fuss over the stove with him in the morning. stupid dad jokes that make you chuckle with a roll of your eyes. his eyes trained on you as a comedy film plays on tv, praying he catches your soft laughs at the scripted jokes. wonwoo who won’t hesitate to coax them out of you if he has to. soft pokes at your stomach, victorious when you splutter out a laugh. fingers tickling the soles of your feet as they rest on his lap, pulling whiny giggles from your throat. wonwoo who has a deep frown on his features when he sees your face wet with tears and your eyes bloodshot. wipes at your cheeks and places soft kisses to your hair, warm and soothing. relieved when you give him a watery smile. makes a mental note to never let you nip to the corner store alone, even if you relentlessly insist.
bf!wonwoo who gets a little jealous even if he pretends not to. wonwoo who simmers a little when you smile sweetly at the old friend you bump into in the frozen foods aisle. wonwoo who can’t help but let out a gruff sigh when you tell him how that friend had a penchant for cracking the silliest jokes. he mumbles under his breath when you question the change in his demeanour, getting sulkier the longer it takes for you to catch on. and when you do? the shy smirk you give him makes him short circuit. wonwoo who is quick to press his lips against yours the second the door closes behind you. wonwoo who mutters things like ‘mine’, ‘my baby’ and ‘no one but me’ into the crook of your neck. wonwoo who grins smugly when you nod feverishly, pressed against the door. wonwoo who peppers your skin with kisses, returning your need for him tenfold.
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written with @waldau in mind! since wonwoo is ur ult <3 thank u for reading and enjoying my work, ur reblogs make my day!!
bf!wonwoo who thinks everything is better if he does it with you. playing games on his computer? wordlessly hands you a controller so you can play with him. reading a book? it’s much more enjoyable if you’re resting your head on his shoulder while he turns the pages for you. wonwoo who always has your favourite mug ready when he pours himself a cup of coffee. he refuses to leave bed in the morning if you’re still asleep, only willing to start his day when you start yours. he’ll trace patterns into the skin of your arm or run a finger along the curve of your cheek while you sleep, smiling sheepishly if your eyes blink open. wonwoo who says shopping for groceries is 100%, definitely, always a two person job. doesn’t matter if it’s only to pick up a carton of milk, he’s coming with. says it’s for ‘moral support’ (he would superglue himself to you if he could).
bf!wonwoo who is so subtly flirty it drives you crazy. eye contact with frequent glances at your lips. sly smiles and once overs, then twice overs, when you try on a new dress. a hand darting out to wipe pasta sauce off the corner of your mouth. two hands wrapping a scarf securely around your neck. wonwoo who takes every opportunity to dote on you. in private or in public. slides your joint hands into his coat pocket as you walk together. opens his coat and pulls you flush against him when you’re not warm enough to his satisfaction. picks fluff out of your hair like it’s second nature. wonwoo who notes the way your cheeks flush pink and laughs, placing a kiss to your nose. wonwoo who follows up with a kiss to your lips when your ears bloom the same shade as your cheeks. “why so shy?” he whispers. but he knows.
bf!wonwoo who thinks the sound of your laughter is the prettiest he’s ever heard. so he does everything that he can to hear it. cheesy pick up lines when you fuss over the stove with him in the morning. stupid dad jokes that make you chuckle with a roll of your eyes. his eyes trained on you as a comedy film plays on tv, praying he catches your soft laughs at the scripted jokes. wonwoo who won’t hesitate to coax them out of you if he has to. soft pokes at your stomach, victorious when you splutter out a laugh. fingers tickling the soles of your feet as they rest on his lap, pulling whiny giggles from your throat. wonwoo who has a deep frown on his features when he sees your face wet with tears and your eyes bloodshot. wipes at your cheeks and places soft kisses to your hair, warm and soothing. relieved when you give him a watery smile. makes a mental note to never let you nip to the corner store alone, even if you relentlessly insist.
bf!wonwoo who gets a little jealous even if he pretends not to. wonwoo who simmers a little when you smile sweetly at the old friend you bump into in the frozen foods aisle. wonwoo who can’t help but let out a gruff sigh when you tell him how that friend had a penchant for cracking the silliest jokes. he mumbles under his breath when you question the change in his demeanour, getting sulkier the longer it takes for you to catch on. and when you do? the shy smirk you give him makes him short circuit. wonwoo who is quick to press his lips against yours the second the door closes behind you. wonwoo who mutters things like ‘mine’, ‘my baby’ and ‘no one but me’ into the crook of your neck. wonwoo who grins smugly when you nod feverishly, pressed against the door. wonwoo who peppers your skin with kisses, returning your need for him tenfold.
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written with @waldau in mind! since wonwoo is ur ult <3 thank u for reading and enjoying my work, ur reblogs make my day!!
bf!wonwoo who thinks everything is better if he does it with you. playing games on his computer? wordlessly hands you a controller so you can play with him. reading a book? it’s much more enjoyable if you’re resting your head on his shoulder while he turns the pages for you. wonwoo who always has your favourite mug ready when he pours himself a cup of coffee. he refuses to leave bed in the morning if you’re still asleep, only willing to start his day when you start yours. he’ll trace patterns into the skin of your arm or run a finger along the curve of your cheek while you sleep, smiling sheepishly if your eyes blink open. wonwoo who says shopping for groceries is 100%, definitely, always a two person job. doesn’t matter if it’s only to pick up a carton of milk, he’s coming with. says it’s for ‘moral support’ (he would superglue himself to you if he could).
bf!wonwoo who is so subtly flirty it drives you crazy. eye contact with occasional glances at your lips. sly smiles and once overs, then twice overs, when you try on a new dress. a hand darting out to wipe pasta sauce off the corner of your mouth. two hands wrapping a scarf securely around your neck. wonwoo who takes every opportunity to dote on you. in private or in public. slides your joint hands into his coat pocket as you walk together. opens his coat and pulls you flush against him when you’re not warm enough for his satisfaction. picks fluff out of your hair like it’s second nature. wonwoo who notes the way your cheeks flush pink and laughs, placing a kiss to your nose. wonwoo who follows up with a kiss to your lips when your ears bloom the same shade as your cheeks. “why so shy?” he whispers. but he knows.
bf!wonwoo who thinks the sound of your laughter is the prettiest he’s ever heard. so he does everything that he can to hear it. cheesy pick up lines when you fuss over the stove with him in the morning. stupid dad jokes that make you chuckle with a roll of your eyes. his eyes trained on you as a comedy film plays on tv, praying he catches your soft laughs at the scripted jokes. wonwoo who won’t hesitate to coax them out of you if he has to. soft pokes at your stomach, victorious when you splutter out a laugh. fingers tickling the soles of your feet as they rest on his lap, pulling whiny giggles from your throat. wonwoo who has a deep frown on his features when he sees your face wet with tears and your eyes bloodshot. wipes at your cheeks and places soft kisses to your hair, warm and soothing. relieved when you give him a watery smile. makes a mental note to never let you nip to the corner store alone, even if you relentlessly insist.
bf!wonwoo who gets a little jealous even if he pretends not to. wonwoo who simmers a little when you smile sweetly at the old friend you bump into in the frozen foods aisle. wonwoo who can’t help but let out a gruff sigh when you tell him how that friend has a penchant for cracking the silliest jokes. he mumbles under his breath when you question the change in his demeanour, getting sulkier the longer it takes for you to catch on. and when you do? the shy smirk you give him makes him short circuit. wonwoo who is quick to press his lips against yours the second the door closes behind you. wonwoo who mutters things like ‘mine’, ‘my baby’ and ‘no one but me’ into the crook of your neck. wonwoo who grins smugly when you nod feverishly, pressed against the door. wonwoo who peppers your skin with kisses, returning your need for him tenfold.
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written with @waldau in mind! since wonwoo is ur ult <3 thank u for reading and enjoying my work, ur reblogs make my day!!
bf!wonwoo who thinks everything is better if he does it with you. playing games on his computer? wordlessly hands you a controller so you can play with him. reading a book? it’s much more enjoyable if you’re resting your head on his shoulder while he turns the pages for you. wonwoo who always has your favourite mug ready when he pours himself a cup of coffee. he refuses to leave bed in the morning if you’re still asleep, only willing to start his day when you start yours. he’ll trace patterns into the skin of your arm or run a finger along the curve of your cheek while you sleep, smiling sheepishly if your eyes blink open. wonwoo who says shopping for groceries is 100%, definitely, always a two person job. doesn’t matter if it’s only to pick up a carton of milk, he’s coming with. says it’s for ‘moral support’ (he would superglue himself to you if he could).
bf!wonwoo who is so subtly flirty it drives you crazy. eye contact with occasional glances at your lips. sly smiles and once overs, then twice overs, when you try on a new dress. a hand darting out to wipe pasta sauce off the corner of your mouth. two hands wrapping a scarf securely around your neck. wonwoo who takes every opportunity to dote on you. in private or in public. slides your joint hands into his coat pocket as you walk together. opens his coat and pulls you flush against him when you’re not warm enough for his satisfaction. picks fluff out of your hair like it’s second nature. wonwoo who notes the way your cheeks flush pink and laughs, placing a kiss to your nose. wonwoo who follows up with a kiss to your lips when your ears bloom the same shade as your cheeks. “why so shy?” he whispers. but he knows.
bf!wonwoo who thinks the sound of your laughter is the prettiest he’s ever heard. so he does everything that he can to hear it. cheesy pick up lines when you fuss over the stove with him in the morning. stupid dad jokes that make you chuckle with a roll of your eyes. his eyes trained on you as a comedy film plays on tv, praying he catches your soft laughs at the scripted jokes. wonwoo who won’t hesitate to coax them out of you if he has to. soft pokes at your stomach, victorious when you splutter out a laugh. fingers tickling the soles of your feet as they rest on his lap, pulling whiny giggles from your throat. wonwoo who has a deep frown on his features when he sees your face wet with tears and your eyes bloodshot. wipes at your cheeks and places soft kisses to your hair, warm and soothing. relieved when you give him a watery smile. makes a mental note to never let you nip to the corner store alone, even if you relentlessly insist.
bf!wonwoo who gets a little jealous even if he pretends not to. wonwoo who simmers a little when you smile sweetly at the old friend you bump into in the frozen foods aisle. wonwoo who can’t help but let out a gruff sigh when you tell him how that friend has a penchant for cracking the silliest jokes. he mumbles under his breath when you question the change in his demeanour, getting sulkier the longer it takes for you to catch on. and when you do? the shy smirk you give him makes him short circuit. wonwoo who is quick to press his lips against yours the second the door closes behind you. wonwoo who mutters things like ‘mine’, ‘my baby’ and ‘no one but me’ into the crook of your neck. wonwoo who grins smugly when you nod feverishly, pressed against the door. wonwoo who peppers your skin with kisses, returning your need for him tenfold.
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written with @waldau in mind! since wonwoo is ur ult <3 thank u for reading and enjoying my work, ur reblogs make my day!!
summary- After last night's teasing, you decide to get back at your boyfriend. Big mistake.
A gentle breeze, warm sunlight, tangled bodies. You loved waking up to mornings like this. Loved waking up wrapped in Seungkwan's arms. After last night's escapades, though, your body was exhausted. Having three orgasms ripped out of you in succession was no easy feat- especially for someone as sensitive and responsive as you were, but you managed it for him. Anything for him.
You loved Seungkwan, you really did, but god sometimes you couldn't keep up with how intense he was in bed. Perhaps it was time to show him what it felt like.
That would be your worst idea by far.
You wriggle out from under his arms, careful so as not to wake him from his slumber just yet, and slip under the blanket draped over his lower body.
He's hard already. Ugh, men.
Tentatively, you tug his shorts down, watching as his length springs free right away. You lick your lips.
You shuffle forward on your hands and knees, head dipping lower as you nuzzle against his thigh. He murmurs something under his breath, moving ever so slightly, and your eyes widen.
"kwannie?" you call, softly.
When there's no response on his end, you breathe a sigh of relief. Okay. This needs to happen before he wakes up, or he'll find some way to get back in control.
Your lips stretch urgently around the girth of his cock, tongue flicking against the slit before you take him in, inch by inch. The warmth of your mouth must've caught him off guard, considering the surprised gasp that left his lips. A hand reaches under the blanket to grab your hair, and you feel the heavy cover peeled back to reveal your face.
"dirty girl," he mumbles through parted lips, "c'mere"
When you refuse, sticking firmly in place, he cocks a brow at you but lets you continue regardless. You look up at him through your lashes, sinking your mouth lower onto his length. This was going to be so much fun.
You move your head up and down, sucking him off tantalisingly slow. Seungkwan's hips buck up into your mouth and you can't help but moan around him, sending shivers across his skin.
"what's gotten into you today, baby?"
You don't respond. Can't respond. So you spare him a glance, mischief dancing behind your blown pupils. Without warning, you bob your head up and down, faster and faster, hands placed on his inner thighs to keep him steady. His breathing grows shallow, and the arm resting in your hair slips away, fisting the sheets instead.
Your cunt glistens when you feel his cock throb in your mouth, and you know he's close. That all too familiar twitch of his length, the way his head tips back, his ragged breathing- he was so close.
So close he could almost feel it. Seungkwan stood over the edge of pleasure, ready to tip in any moment now. He jerked up into your mouth, groaning, nearly there, almost there-
Until he isn't.
You pull off his cock with an innocent 'pop' and a sly grin. Seungkwan stares down at you.
"what the fuc-"
Scrambling your way out from under the blanket, you giggle, in a pathetic attempt to run away. You make it off the bed, scurrying towards the door, but he's just a bit faster than you are. Before you can move further, Seungkwan's arms tug at your waist, pulling you flush against him.
It's a seemingly wholesome back hug, but the unmoving grasp of his embrace tells a whole other story.
You wiggle, trying to break free, though in vain. Despite trying your best, he remains unmoved, and you realize just how much stronger he is. He's bigger and stronger and oh this is going to be so much fun.
A squeal slips past your lips when you feel your limbs lift off the ground. Seungkwan picks you up, effortlessly, and tosses you back onto the bed. The look in his eyes is unrecognizable, unreadable.
"take your clothes off"
"what if I d-"
He grabs your face, staring into your eyes wordlessly, and you feel incredibly small under him. All you can do is stare back with wide eyes- taken aback by how quickly he'd turned the tables around.
"do I need to repeat myself, sweetheart?"
Frantically, you shake your head, yanking off your (his) shirt and tugging your panties down. He untangles them from your limbs, scrunching the satin fabric into a ball before hooking his thumb into your jaw and shoving it into your mouth. You moan, feeling a familiar heat pool between your legs, and his lips quirk up into a smirk.
Seungkwan pulls back, clasping your ankles and tugging you forward. He levels his hips with yours, biting his lip as he sneaks the head of his cock between your folds.
You whimper, rutting up for something, anything.
"you're gonna keep that pretty mouth shut- not a fucking sound, am I clear?"
You nod, wide eyed.
Without warning, Seungkwan snaps his hips into yours, shoving his length into you in one harsh thrust. You cry out, fisting the sheets under you and his jaw clenches.
"I said-" he reaches over, "keep. your fucking mouth. shut." He clasps his hand around your throat, squeezing as his hips slam repeatedly into you, cock bullying it's way into your sopping cunt.
Tears prick the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill any moment now. You bite down on the lace of your panties, trying your best to keep quiet- but god it's hard with how Seungkwan fucks you into oblivion.
His pretty lips curl into a twisted smile, "so you can follow basic instructions," he snarls, "baby's not as dumb as I thought"
You stifle a whimper when the head of his cock kisses your cervix, pushing so deep you can see the way it moves inside you. Seungkwan seems to have noticed this too, and he let's out a dark chuckle, before pushing down on your tummy.
The force has you reeling. You can feel the drag of his cock within your walls, the oh-so-delicious stretch of your cunt around him, and it takes everything in you to keep the sounds from clawing their way up your throat.
"that's it baby- fuck that's it" he grits, pummelling into you.
A wave of relief crashes over you within minutes, and Seungkwan follows soon after, rutting into you to chase his high. It has your cunt aching so good.
"gonna fill you up- fuck-" he groans, thrusting one last time before releasing himself into you.
You sigh, drool slipping through the scrunched fabric, and he chuckles.
"fucking knew you'd like that"
A protest bubbles up in your throat, muffled by your panties. He grins.
"sorry, what was that? didn't quite catch ya"
You grimace, pulling the wet fabric out of your mouth, and just as you're about to speak, Seungkwan draws his hips back into motion, slamming into you once again.
A choked moan leaves your lips, sparks shooting all over your body. The wetness of your cum and his coats your inner thighs as he plunges in and out of you, a creamy white ring forming at the base of his cock.
You barely register how his hand lets go of your neck until you feel him pressing down on your clit, coaxing another orgasm out of you at breakneck speed. His thumb pushes firmly against your aching clit, dragging tight circles around it, sending you over the edge.
The way your walls flutter around him, pulling him in deeper, has him moving even faster, drawing his own orgasm out right after yours. Wet noises, the smell of sex, his groans and your whimpers- it all felt so dirty. You didn't mind one bit, though. Not at all.
"so fucking tight- you were made for me fu-" he breaks off, filling you up with his cum, hips still working in and out of you, until your legs twitch from how sensitive you are.
He's silent for a minute, pulling out of you and staring at the mess between your legs. It's almost as if his brain short circuits at the sight of your ruined cunt- all sticky and messy cause of him. He caused that. He caused that and he knew no one else could.
"kwannie" you whine, pulling your legs close when he doesn't stop looking, "stop staring"
"if you could see yourself right now, sweetheart, trust me- you'd be the same" Seungkwan makes a mental note to fuck you in front of mirror sometime soon as he speaks. God, the way your pretty hole fluttered around nothing, spurts of his cum dripping out so messily, had him transfixed. He couldn't help when his hands moved on their own, shoving his cum back into you. You cry out, body jolting upright at the stimulation, and he relents, showing mercy.
For now.
"enoughh-" you whine, "c'mon let's get cleaned up, okay?"
A sickly-sweet grin takes over his features and you feel your stomach drop. Surely he'd clean you up, right?
"kwannie, you are cleaning me up, aren't you?"
Yanking his shorts back on as he grabs a tissue from his bedside table, Seungkwan pouts.
"aw baby" he coos, "I want to, I really do, but unfortunately it's out of my control-" The condescending tone of his voice has you on edge. "you were so bad today, doll- disobedient, bratty, trying to tease your poor kwannie,"
He saunters his way back between your legs, yanking one of your limbs over his shoulder to wipe at the cum on your thighs.
"surely you don't think that's going unpunished, sweetheart?"
Your breath hitches. Punishment. Right. Hadn't thought that far ahead.
"that dumb little brain of yours didn't consider the aftermath of your actions, did it?" he smirks, tossing the tissue aside before pushing your legs shut.
"here's what's gonna happen, m'kay?" The blanket is pulled away from you as he starts folding it. "I'm gonna go to work, and you're gonna keep my cum inside you till I get home- am I clear? Put on some panties, dress yourself, finish up your chores and your shopping, and keep it all inside. It better be there when I get back, doll"
Your jaw hits the floor. He could be mean, you knew, but this? How was this even possible?
There's a pause.
"am I clear, y/n"
"kwannie m'sorr-" you try, but he interrupts.
"sorry, sorry" he mimics, a pout taking over his face for a second before it straightens into an evil smirk, "should've been a good girl, hm?"
It's safe to say you had the worst day ever. While Seungkwan dressed himself and left for work, you were stuck at home clenching painfully as you followed his orders.
You wanted to be good.
The twinge of disappointment you felt when he called you a bad girl made you want to cry. Had he been at home, you would've spent all day showing him just how good you could be- but he wasn't. He left home with that same icy smirk on his face, the same cold cruelty, and you hated it.
It was 7 in the evening when you finally finished all your chores and shopping like he told you to. They would've been over much faster if you didn't have to hold his cum from dripping out of you the entire time, but oh well- you girlbossed a little too close to the sun this morning, and you had to pay the price, even if it burned.
Sure, you were completely humiliated at the supermarket when you whimpered through your conversation with the cashier. Sure, you couldn't eat in peace with how hard you tensed your stomach. Sure, it hurt to walk more than three steps- but you weren't complaining. Not one bit. Wanted to be a good girl for kwannie, didn't you?
Sitting on the couch, thighs smushed uncomfortably, you perked up at at the sound of keys jangling in your doorway.
He was home.
After hours of pure torture, Seungkwan was finally home.
"kwannie!" you squealed, running over to pull him into a hug, "you're home"
A soft smile plays at his lips at your eagerness. It was cute, really, seeing you so excited to have him home, even after only a few hours.
"missed you too, sweetheart"
You throw your arms around his neck and he places a soft kiss to your forehead before hoisting you up by your thighs.
"I was so good today, y'know?" you beam up at him innocent as ever, "kept it all inside for you kwannie"
His eyes darken. "you're going to be the death of me"
Within seconds, you found yourself being carried into the bedroom, panting already as he tossed you on the bed. He moans when he sees how you're only wearing panties under your shirt, and he sinks down at the foot of the bed, kneeling before you.
"gonna check, 'kay sweetheart? gonna see if your pussy's still as pretty as I left it, hm?"
You nod, throwing an arm over your head. His fingers slip over your thighs before deftly peeling your underwear down your legs, nails grazing your soft skin as he slid them all the way down to your ankles. He places a chaste kiss there, briefly pausing to toss your panties aside, and the sight that welcomes him has his lungs sucked of air.
Your pretty hole spasmed under his gaze, white streaks of cum glaringly evident all around it. His mouth went dry at the sight.
"fuck," you hear his whisper as a shudder works its way through him.
"so pretty," his breaths tickle the skin of your thigh, "m gonna eat it out of you now, okay doll? gonna clean you up really fucking good with my tongue- that what you want?"
"please," Your whimpers are pathetic, but you don't care. You've been aching for him all day.
Wasting no time, Seungkwan pushes himself to your cunt, slurping at your slit so noisily you can't help the rush of crimson that makes its way to your cheeks. His tongue dips into your hole, collecting the remnants of your combined arousal, before lapping away at your clit.
"kwa- oh my god kwannie please-" you moan, hands flying to his head to hold him in place, "fuck, don't s-stop"
He grins against you, continuing his assault on your clit. The way his mouth works you to your high has you breathless. Your nerves feel alive with electricity, your body feels stiff- waiting for release, your heart thuds against your chest. No man has ever made you feel this way. You hope that's how it stays.
"pretty, so fucking pretty" he mumbles into your cunt, the sound reverberating up through your body.
Sensitivity leads your thighs to tense up, closing in around him, but he pays them no mind, spreading you open even further on his tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, vision turning white as he devours you.
"m'close- kwa- oh"
He shoves his tongue into you, nose bumping into your clit while he drinks you in. The drag of his tongue against your creamy walls is nothing short of delectable.
For both you and him.
You taste divine. Unreal. Seungkwan wonders what he's done to deserve someone as otherworldly as you. You with your pretty face, your cute little whimpers- god he was putty in your hands.
As your moans grow louder, hole squeezing around his tongue, he knows you're close. His hands tug your lips apart as he moves faster inside you, and within seconds, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. Your body grows lip atop the bed, and your legs twitch helplessly.
"there we go," he coos, "that's my good girl" and you can't help but feel a swell of pride in your chest.
bf!wonwoo who thinks everything is better if he does it with you. playing games on his computer? wordlessly hands you a controller so you can play with him. reading a book? it’s much more enjoyable if you’re resting your head on his shoulder while he turns the pages for you. wonwoo who always has your favourite mug ready when he pours himself a cup of coffee. he refuses to leave bed in the morning if you’re still asleep, only willing to start his day when you start yours. he’ll trace patterns into the skin of your arm or run a finger along the curve of your cheek while you sleep, smiling sheepishly if your eyes blink open. wonwoo who says shopping for groceries is 100%, definitely, always a two person job. doesn’t matter if it’s only to pick up a carton of milk, he’s coming with you. says it’s for ‘moral support’ (he would superglue himself to you if he could).
bf!wonwoo who is so subtly flirty it drives you crazy. eye contact with frequent glances at your lips. sly smiles and once overs, then twice overs, when you try on a new dress. a hand darting out to wipe pasta sauce off the corner of your mouth. two hands wrapping a scarf securely around your neck. wonwoo who takes every opportunity to dote on you. in private or in public. slides your joint hands into his coat pocket as you walk together. opens his coat and pulls you flush against him when you’re not warm enough for his satisfaction. picks fluff out of your hair like it’s second nature. wonwoo who notes the way your cheeks flush pink and laughs, placing a kiss to your nose. wonwoo who follows up with a kiss to your lips when your ears bloom the same shade as your cheeks. “why so shy?” he whispers. but he knows.
bf!wonwoo who thinks the sound of your laughter is the prettiest he’s ever heard. so he does everything that he can to hear it. cheesy pick up lines when you fuss over the stove with him in the morning. stupid dad jokes that make you chuckle with a roll of your eyes. his eyes trained on you as a comedy film plays on tv, praying he catches your soft laughs at the scripted jokes. wonwoo who won’t hesitate to coax them out of you if he has to. soft pokes at your stomach, victorious when you splutter out a laugh. fingers tickling the soles of your feet as they rest on his lap, pulling whiny giggles from your throat. wonwoo who has a deep frown on his features when he sees your face wet with tears and your eyes bloodshot. wipes at your cheeks and places soft kisses to your hair, warm and soothing. relieved when you give him a watery smile. makes a mental note to never let you nip to the corner store alone, even if you relentlessly insist.
bf!wonwoo who gets a little jealous even if he pretends not to. wonwoo who simmers a little when you smile sweetly at the old friend you bump into in the frozen foods aisle. wonwoo who can’t help but let out a gruff sigh when you tell him how that friend had a penchant for cracking the silliest jokes. he mumbles under his breath when you question the change in his demeanour, getting sulkier the longer it takes for you to catch on. and when you do? the shy smirk you give him makes him short circuit. wonwoo who is quick to press his lips against yours the second the door closes behind you. wonwoo who mutters things like ‘mine’, ‘my baby’ and ‘no one but me’ into the crook of your neck. wonwoo who grins smugly when you nod feverishly, pressed against the door. wonwoo who peppers your skin with kisses, returning your need for him tenfold.
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written with @waldau in mind! since wonwoo is ur ult <3 thank u for reading and enjoying my work, ur reblogs make my day!!
bf!mingyu who lets you use him as a human furnace. he’s quick to notice the way you sit crosslegged on the couch next to him, tucking your icy feet tight for warmth. he’ll tap your knee lightly, silently urging you to unravel your legs. before you know it, your feet are trapped between mingyu’s legs, gradually warming up, a large hand affectionately stroking your thigh. most mornings you’ll wake up to two strong arms wrapped around your waist, his warmth seeping into you. when you pull the blankets tighter around the both of you he throws a leg over yours, pulling you closer until you’re enveloped in him. “better?”, he’ll whisper into the crook of your neck.
bf!mingyu who can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when you’re engrossed in conversation with someone else for too long. a slight crease in his brow as he watches you laugh at jokes told by someone that isn’t him. he’ll slide next to you, not-so-discreetly intertwining his fingers with yours. the saccharine smile he’ll give to the person in front of you is only mildly threatening. mellows out a little when you introduce him as your boyfriend and openly return his affection. he can’t fight the urge to wrap an arm around your waist when he catches someone looking at you for a beat too long. he’ll have your hand in his all the time. he doesn’t care if it’s impractical to hold your hand while he’s driving, he’s doing it.
bf!gyu who wordlessly helps you even when you don’t ask for it. a gentle hand on the corner of the open kitchen cabinet in case you bump into it. buckling your seatbelt when you slide into the passenger seat. a warm meal on the table after you offhandedly mention being hungry. softly fixing a stray hair or smoothening your dress for you when you’re out with him. he’ll stop at nothing to make everything easier for you. and if you do ask for help? he’s dropping everything to give it to you. “gyu, can you get the laundry hamper so i can unload the dryer?”, he’s ready to unload it himself. he’s not taking no for an answer. need him to pick you up after a night out with your friends? he’s starting the car while still on the phone with you. he’ll help you freshen up and get into warm pajamas even if you tell him you’re fine doing it yourself. a soft smile from you in return is more than enough thanks.
bf!gyu who always feels your emotions with you. whether you want to vent about your heavy workload over cereal at 8am or giggle at the way he snores softly at night. he’s ready to soothe your worries when you’re stressed, encouragement and praise whispered against your hair. mingyu whose heart breaks at your worried eyes when you tend to his fever. he soaks up the way you smile when he wears the sweater you said you loved seeing on him. he revels in your excitement when you see a puppy across the street. mingyu who feels what you want when your light touches on his arm grow heavy and desperate. he feels the same urgency you do when he’s peppering kisses to your thighs, fingers coaxing whimpers from you he can feel deep in his own chest. mingyu who can feel every one of your shallow breaths and needy pleas as if they’re his own.
what pet names (if any) do you think the svt members would use? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
this is such a cute ask ahh!! sorry it took literal ages to get to, i’ve had the worst case of writer’s block and i’m slowly working through my reqs!
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Pet names seventeen would call you
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SEUNGCHEOL
doll. you’re his world and he’d spoil you to no end. every thing you’d want would become yours and you’d never have to lift a finger. he’d dote on you so much and all he’d expect in return is your love, you’d be his lovely doll.
“look at what i got, doll. you like it? do you think it’s pretty? it’s for you”
JEONGHAN
angel. of course, the angel needs his twin flame. you’d be his angel and his partner in crime. you both have your mischievous, devilish streaks too, so the nickname would be perfect. to him you’re angelic and could do no wrong, even when you’ve baked a cake but won’t let him touch it yet.
“angel, you’re being so mean. just one look? i promise i won’t take a bite”
JOSHUA
love. simple and sweet. he prefers to use ‘love’ because it’s exactly what he feels for you and he wants you to know it, remember it all the time. you’re his love and he wants to shower you in it as much as he can.
“mm, i’ll be there in 10. of course, love, i’ll pick it up for you, i love you, too”
JUN
beautiful. jun is in awe of you. you’re breathtaking to him and he’s going to make sure you know it. he’d call you beautiful so often it becomes a nickname for you. neither of you realise when it happens until you’re being called beautiful for the 5th time in the day.
“there’s a fresh towel on the bed for you, beautiful. you don’t need to find a new one”
SOONYOUNG
babe. simple but sweet. he also uses your name often, he says it softly and gently, like it’s his favorite word. he’ll still follow up with a ‘babe’, though. and if he’s within arm’s distance of you he’s definitely punctuating his sentence with a squeeze of your hand or waist.
“babe, we can do the laundry later, it’s so warm in bed, stay just 5 more minutes? please…”
WONWOO
pretty. to wonwoo, you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen. it comes so naturally to him, especially when you are the embodiment of the word in his eyes. you could be sat on the couch flicking through apps mindlessly when you’ll hear him call for you. whether it’s to ask for help or just for the sake of having your attention on him.
“want to play a couple of games later, pretty? or watch a movie? what are you feeling?”
JIHOON
your name. jihoon has a way with words, he pours meaning into every single one he speaks. so to him nothing comes close to the love and meaning he puts into saying your name. it would be tender and loving and it would be yours.
“do they fit well, does it pinch at your ankle? they’re very pretty, ____. i’ll get them for you”
MINGHAO
gorgeous. an almost sensual nickname that rolls off his tongue so easily. it shows just how lucky he feels to have you and it makes your cheeks heat up every time you hear it. he particularly loves seeing you flustered when he springs it on you when you least expect it.
“you’re at lunch with your friends today, right? need me to drop you and pick you up after, gorgeous?”
MINGYU
baby. a classic name for a hopeless romantic. something about you being his baby makes him melt and he just can’t get enough of saying it. you feel so cherished when he uses it and he loves the rush of warmth and pride he gets calling you it. often comes with a sudden back hug, maybe even a pout if he’s wanting your attention.
“please, baby, can we watch just one more episode. it’s only 2am… baby…”
SEOKMIN
buttercup. this is SO seokmin. you’re delicate and pretty like a flower to him. and combined with the fact that he’d love being called sunshine or honey? you both are so sunny and bright together.
“i found them! i found the keys, oh my god they were under the cabinet, buttercup. can you believe that?”
SEUNGKWAN
my sweetheart. seungkwan would use ‘my’ a lot, he would love the intimacy as well as the slight possessiveness that comes with the word. my love, my darling, etc. he’d be a sucker for calling you his and showing you off to everyone that way.
“you’re always the most beautiful in the room. let me introduce you to everyone, my sweetheart, hm?”
VERNON
babe. also keeps it simple. he’s more about subtle affection and wants his actions to speak louder than his words. a soft ‘babe’ accompanied by a gentle tap on your knee to wake you up when you doze off on the sofa, another call while he wordlessly points out something on his phone. he’s all about showing, not telling.
“babe, how many eggs should i put in for two ramen packs?”
CHAN
darling. he’s so affectionate with you it’s unbelievable. while he isn’t one for over the top romance, his affection comes through in so many other ways. when he wordlessly refills glasses of water for you throughout the day or throws a towel in the dryer so it’s nice and warm for you after your shower.
“i’ll tidy up, darling. you get ready for bed, yeah?”
bf!mingyu who lets you use him as a human furnace. he’s quick to notice the way you sit crosslegged on the couch next to him, tucking your icy feet tight for warmth. he’ll tap your knee lightly, silently urging you to unravel your legs. before you know it, your feet are trapped between mingyu’s legs, gradually warming up, a large hand affectionately stroking your thigh. most mornings you’ll wake up to two strong arms wrapped around your waist, his warmth seeping into you. when you pull the blankets tighter around the both of you he throws a leg over yours, pulling you closer until you’re enveloped in him. “better?”, he’ll whisper into the crook of your neck.
bf!mingyu who can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when you’re engrossed in conversation with someone else for too long. a slight crease in his brow as he watches you laugh at jokes told by someone that isn’t him. he’ll slide next to you, not-so-discreetly intertwining his fingers with yours. the saccharine smile he’ll give to the person in front of you is only mildly threatening. mellows out a little when you introduce him as your boyfriend and openly return his affection. he can’t fight the urge to wrap an arm around your waist when he catches someone looking at you for a beat too long. he’ll have your hand in his all the time. he doesn’t care if it’s impractical to hold your hand while he’s driving, he’s doing it.
bf!gyu who wordlessly helps you even when you don’t ask for it. a gentle hand on the corner of the open kitchen cabinet in case you bump into it. buckling your seatbelt when you slide into the passenger seat. a warm meal on the table after you offhandedly mention being hungry. softly fixing a stray hair or smoothening your dress for you when you’re out with him. he’ll stop at nothing to make everything easier for you. and if you do ask for help? he’s dropping everything to give it to you. “gyu, can you get the laundry hamper so i can unload the dryer?”, he’s ready to unload it himself. he’s not taking no for an answer. need him to pick you up after a night out with your friends? he’s starting the car while still on the phone with you. he’ll help you freshen up and get into warm pajamas even if you tell him you’re fine doing it yourself. a soft smile from you in return is more than enough thanks.
bf!gyu who always feels your emotions with you. whether you want to vent about your heavy workload over cereal at 8am or giggle at the way he snores softly at night. he’s ready to soothe your worries when you’re stressed, encouragement and praise whispered against your hair. mingyu whose heart breaks at your worried eyes when you tend to his fever. he soaks up the way you smile when he wears the sweater you said you loved seeing on him. he revels in your excitement when you see a puppy across the street. mingyu who feels what you want when your light touches on his arm grow heavy and desperate. he feels the same urgency you do when he’s peppering kisses to your thighs, fingers coaxing whimpers from you he can feel deep in his own chest. mingyu who can feel every one of your shallow breaths and needy pleas as if they’re his own.
what pet names (if any) do you think the svt members would use? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
this is such a cute ask ahh!! sorry it took literal ages to get to, i’ve had the worst case of writer’s block and i’m slowly working through my reqs!
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Pet names seventeen would call you
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SEUNGCHEOL
doll. you’re his world and he’d spoil you to no end. every thing you’d want would become yours and you’d never have to lift a finger. he’d dote on you so much and all he’d expect in return is your love, you’d be his lovely doll.
“look at what i got, doll. you like it? do you think it’s pretty? it’s for you”
JEONGHAN
angel. of course, the angel needs his twin flame. you’d be his angel and his partner in crime. you both have your mischievous, devilish streaks too, so the nickname would be perfect. to him you’re angelic and could do no wrong, even when you’ve baked a cake but won’t let him touch it yet.
“angel, you’re being so mean. just one look? i promise i won’t take a bite”
JOSHUA
love. simple and sweet. he prefers to use ‘love’ because it’s exactly what he feels for you and he wants you to know it, remember it all the time. you’re his love and he wants to shower you in it as much as he can.
“mm, i’ll be there in 10. of course, love, i’ll pick it up for you, i love you, too”
JUN
beautiful. jun is in awe of you. you’re breathtaking to him and he’s going to make sure you know it. he’d call you beautiful so often it becomes a nickname for you. neither of you realise when it happens until you’re being called beautiful for the 5th time in the day.
“there’s a fresh towel on the bed for you, beautiful. you don’t need to find a new one”
SOONYOUNG
babe. simple but sweet. he also uses your name often, he says it softly and gently, like it’s his favorite word. he’ll still follow up with a ‘babe’, though. and if he’s within arm’s distance of you he’s definitely punctuating his sentence with a squeeze of your hand or waist.
“babe, we can do the laundry later, it’s so warm in bed, stay just 5 more minutes? please…”
WONWOO
pretty. to wonwoo, you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen. it comes so naturally to him, especially when you are the embodiment of the word in his eyes. you could be sat on the couch flicking through apps mindlessly when you’ll hear him call for you. whether it’s to ask for help or just for the sake of having your attention on him.
“want to play a couple of games later, pretty? or watch a movie? what are you feeling?”
JIHOON
your name. jihoon has a way with words, he pours meaning into every single one he speaks. so to him nothing comes close to the love and meaning he puts into saying your name. it would be tender and loving and it would be yours.
“do they fit well, does it pinch at your ankle? they’re very pretty, ____. i’ll get them for you”
MINGHAO
gorgeous. an almost sensual nickname that rolls off his tongue so easily. it shows just how lucky he feels to have you and it makes your cheeks heat up every time you hear it. he particularly loves seeing you flustered when he springs it on you when you least expect it.
“you’re at lunch with your friends today, right? need me to drop you and pick you up after, gorgeous?”
MINGYU
baby. a classic name for a hopeless romantic. something about you being his baby makes him melt and he just can’t get enough of saying it. you feel so cherished when he uses it and he loves the rush of warmth and pride he gets calling you it. often comes with a sudden back hug, maybe even a pout if he’s wanting your attention.
“please, baby, can we watch just one more episode. it’s only 2am… baby…”
SEOKMIN
buttercup. this is SO seokmin. you’re delicate and pretty like a flower to him. and combined with the fact that he’d love being called sunshine or honey? you both are so sunny and bright together.
“i found them! i found the keys, oh my god they were under the cabinet, buttercup. can you believe that?”
SEUNGKWAN
my sweetheart. seungkwan would use ‘my’ a lot, he would love the intimacy as well as the slight possessiveness that comes with the word. my love, my darling, etc. he’d be a sucker for calling you his and showing you off to everyone that way.
“you’re always the most beautiful in the room. let me introduce you to everyone, my sweetheart, hm?”
VERNON
babe. also keeps it simple. he’s more about subtle affection and wants his actions to speak louder than his words. a soft ‘babe’ accompanied by a gentle tap on your knee to wake you up when you doze off on the sofa, another call while he wordlessly points out something on his phone. he’s all about showing, not telling.
“babe, how many eggs should i put in for two ramen packs?”
CHAN
darling. he’s so affectionate with you it’s unbelievable. while he isn’t one for over the top romance, his affection comes through in so many other ways. when he wordlessly refills glasses of water for you throughout the day or throws a towel in the dryer so it’s nice and warm for you after your shower.
“i’ll tidy up, darling. you get ready for bed, yeah?”
bf!mingyu who lets you use him as a human furnace. he’s quick to notice the way you sit crosslegged on the couch next to him, tucking your icy feet tight for warmth. he’ll tap your knee lightly, silently urging you to unravel your legs. before you know it, your feet are trapped between mingyu’s legs, gradually warming up, a large hand affectionately stroking your thigh. most mornings you’ll wake up to two strong arms wrapped around your waist, his warmth seeping into you. when you pull the blankets tighter around the both of you he throws a leg over yours, pulling you closer until you’re enveloped in him. “better?”, he’ll whisper into the crook of your neck.
bf!mingyu who can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when you’re engrossed in conversation with someone else for too long. a slight crease in his brow as he watches you laugh at jokes told by someone that isn’t him. he’ll slide next to you, not-so-discreetly intertwining his fingers with yours. the saccharine smile he’ll give to the person in front of you is only mildly threatening. mellows out a little when you introduce him as your boyfriend and openly return his affection. he can’t fight the urge to wrap an arm around your waist when he catches someone looking at you for a beat too long. he’ll have your hand in his all the time. he doesn’t care if it’s impractical to hold your hand while he’s driving, he’s doing it.
bf!gyu who wordlessly helps you even when you don’t ask for it. a gentle hand on the corner of the open kitchen cabinet in case you bump into it. buckling your seatbelt when you slide into the passenger seat. a warm meal on the table after you offhandedly mention being hungry. softly fixing a stray hair or smoothening your dress for you when you’re out with him. he’ll stop at nothing to make everything easier for you. and if you do ask for help? he’s dropping everything to give it to you. “gyu, can you get the laundry hamper so i can unload the dryer?”, he’s ready to unload it himself. he’s not taking no for an answer. need him to pick you up after a night out with your friends? he’s starting the car while still on the phone with you. he’ll help you freshen up and get into warm pajamas even if you tell him you’re fine doing it yourself. a soft smile from you in return is more than enough thanks.
bf!gyu who always feels your emotions with you. whether you want to vent about your heavy workload over cereal at 8am or giggle at the way he snores softly at night. he’s ready to soothe your worries when you’re stressed, encouragement and praise whispered against your hair. mingyu whose heart breaks at your worried eyes when you tend to his fever. he soaks up the way you smile when he wears the sweater you said you loved seeing on him. he revels in your excitement when you see a puppy across the street. mingyu who feels what you want when your light touches on his arm grow heavy and desperate. he feels the same urgency you do when he’s peppering kisses to your thighs, fingers coaxing whimpers from you he can feel deep in his own chest. mingyu who can feel every one of your shallow breaths and needy pleas as if they’re his own.
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