Warning Track (k.sy)
PAIRING: Baseball Player!Soonyoung x f. reader
SUMMARY: When you let your friends take you to your first baseball game, you didn’t expect to enjoy it. You especially didn’t expect the right field to go over the fence and into your lap.
WC: 7,699
AU: Sports, Strangers to Lovers
GENRE: Smut/PWP
WARNINGS: Brief collision/mentions of some aches, recreational drinking, a lot of teasing, some general/light humiliation of a public incident making the news, Soonyoung and reader hit it off a little unrealistically but idc, explicit language, explicit sexual content including protected sex, vaginal fingering, a bit of thigh riding, light cum eating, oral. (f. rec), multiple orgasms, Soonyoung is a bit of a talker/needs words of affirmation in bed lololol
A/N: I unfortunately do not like this fic remotely as much as I was hoping to, considering I have erased and re-written it from scratch seven times. This fic is entirely different than what I originally planned to write, but ultimately I just need to get it into the world and say that sometimes fics aren't perfect :) so RIP to the original 20k romcom this was supposed to be and hello to the cutie little smut piece it ended up as! Also pls know literally none of this would happen this way in a baseball game and I know that. I had to force myself to stop trying to make this realistic bc as someone who works in baseball I'm always like THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN but you know what??? ITS FUNNER THIS WAY!!!!
A/N 2: Special thank you to @100vern who hosted the Aju League Collab with me because we were just two baseball girlies who had obsessions and a dream lmfao. I love you and this was fun!
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THE SMELL OF BEER AND HOT-DOG STEAM HITS YOU IN THE FACE AS SOON AS YOU STEP THROUGH THE GATES OF WRIGLEY FIELD. You raise your brows, shocked at the sheer crush of people underneath the grandstands. It’s loud, the booming voice of the public address announcer barely audible over the buzz of the crowd.
Seungkwan leads your group through the sea of blue, grey and pinstripes. There is no rhyme or reason to some of the outfits you see, people decked out in Cubs gear head to toe, some people dressed with giant faces of players and hats that are tall enough to tip over. You laugh, drifting closer to Junhui as someone dressed in a full Cubs-themed suit passes you.
Your seat is down the first base line, a wedge of green plastic seats packed tight against the brick wall that separates you from the field. The grass is absurdly green, bright against the stadium lights above. Above center field you spot the hand-turned scoreboard, the numbers flipping as workers update scores across the league.
Sitting between Seungkwan and Junhui, you crane your neck to drink in the sights and sounds of pregame. Wrigley Field is packed tight, the humidity of the July heat burning off as the sun sets in the distance. You’re still cataloging the scene when the player introductions boom through the speakers, making you flinch.
Both Junhui and Seungkwan stand, clapping and urging you to join them. You shoot to your feet, clapping along as players jog out to stand on the baselines in order, each one of their backs to you. Admittedly, you only recognize a few names. You don’t keep up with baseball enough to know the finite details, but you do know the big names that Chicago adores: Choi. Imanaga. Swanson. Kwon.
The public address announcer rolls through the final few names, the crowd swelling louder with each one until the last cheer fades before the anthem. The buzz of the evening hums under your veins and you find yourself turning to Seungkwan, excited for your first game.
Despite living in the city for years, you’ve never made your way to Wrigley to watch the Cubs play. Tonight, Seungkwan had insisted you come out and experience real summer baseball complete with hot dogs, beers, the cup snake and the ivy covered walls.
You haven’t figured out what a cup snake is yet, but by the time you’re sitting in your seat and Junhui is shoving popcorn at you, you’re excited to find out.
The players break away after the anthem, jogging to their positions. Right field is closer than you realized, your eyes snagging on Soonyoung Kwon as he breaks away from the baseline, trotting to his position only a few yards away.
From your seat, he’s barely a stone’s throw from the foul line. You crunch on a piece of popcorn, studying him. He looks just like he does in photos, a pretty face with intense eyes that burn under the brim of his hat. He snaps his glove as he adjusts it, bouncing a little as he settles in for the away team to start the top of the first inning.
The first three innings unfold, peppered with Seungkwan and Junhui’s commentary as they point out plays and explain terms when players are at bat that you don’t understand. You enjoy it, happy to learn something new. Each crack of the bat ricochets throughout the park, sharp and making you flinch on instinct, unable to keep your eye on the ball's trajectory.
Seungkwan leans on your shoulders, explaining the counts and signals, sitting up sharply when Soonyoung hammers a ball right to the bleachers. The entire stadium shoots to its feet, Junhui yanking you up as fans lose it. Soonyoung jogs the bases, pointing up at the fans as he brings in three runs.
By the fourth inning, the night air has cooled, a soft lake breeze threading through the stands. The Cubs are up by two thanks to Soonyoung, who is now pacing the outfield like a predator, eyes dialed in as the next batter for the away team comes up to the plate.
The crack of the ball makes you flinch again. Seungkwan starts laughing but suddenly the sound of the crowd changes. You glance up to see Soonyoung is already moving. He explodes off the grass, closing the distance between him and the wall in front of you with impossible speed, head turned up as he tracks the ball that’s popped up in the air along the foul line.
And he doesn’t stop running.
You only have a second to open your mouth - in warning, in exclamation you’re not sure - as he clears the warning track and launches himself, clearing the low brick wall in a blur of blue and white. For a heartbeat, everything is noise and weight as your breath punches from your lungs, Soonyoung’s shoulder crashing into you. The plastic seat bites into your back and Seungkwan’s beer goes flying.
“Holy shit!” Seungkwan yells, voice cutting off as the right fielder collapses into the two of you. Soonyoung’s hand is stretched upward, ball in glove. The crowd loses their minds, Seungkwan screaming and pointing at the ball. “He caught it! Out! He caught it!”
You're dazed, blinded by a moment of pain an impact as you and the right fielder tangle together. You feel the bear soaking your jeans, the popcorn wedged in your bra, and the bone-deep ache of being absolutely trucked.
Soonyoung hauls himself off of you, a tangle of limbs and spilled beer and the hint of leather, sweat and cologne. You blink, a little out of it from the collision. And then he’s leaning over you, one hand braced to the back of your seat, the necklace around his throat escaping the buttons of his jersey, swinging.
It takes you a long few seconds to realize his mouth is moving and that he's talking to you, but there's blood roading in your ears and the world is still spinning a little as the pain of the collision dies down into shock.
“What?” you ask dumbly.
“I’m so sorry,” he says again, mouth pinched with worry. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I can get an EMT-”
You rub your arms - you'll probably be bruised, but nothing is damaged. You're more dazed at the sudden proximity of his intense eyes and painfully handsome face a few inches off of yours than you are from injuries.
“Oh - no. Uh. Shocked?”
Your thighs are buzzing from the impact, but mostly you’re aware of the heat of him, the way his chest rises and falls inches from yours. He’s scanning you for signs of injury but you feel warm under his gaze, hyper aware of the way people are shouting his name and taking photos, but his gaze is pinned to you.
“You sure?” He asks, tilting his head. “Neck okay? Did I step on you? God I’m sorry.”
“I’m good,” you laugh, still breathless. “I promise.”
The tight crease in his brow softens, relief turning into a crooked smile. “Well. Guess I really fell for you, huh?” He tips his cap as he puts distance between you, eyes glinting. “Most people wait until after the first date for a lap dive, but I’m a little competitive.”
You laugh loudly, nerves sparking. “Pretty aggressive strategy.”
“Worth it, though. Best catch of the night, if you ask me.”
A few fans nearby - including Junhui - howl their approval. Soonyoung laughs and hops back over the wall, tossing the ball to the umpire. He hesitates one more time, flashing you a smile that has your heart flipping.
“You sure you’re okay?”
Someone shouts at him to marry you and you feel heat creep up your neck. “Yeah,” you tell him. “I’m okay.”
Soonyoung nods, finally stepping back. He wears that lopsided smile the entire way back to his position, turning to look at you again as he settles back in right field. The crowd around you whistles and throws a few comments your way, making you sink into your seat and hide your face as Seungkwan grabs your forearm and shakes you bath and forth.
“I cannot believe that just happened,” Junhui laughs, clapping his hands. “Seungkwan you’re soaked!”
“He didn’t ask if I was okay!” Seungkwan pouts, wiping himself with a beer soaked napkin. “He landed on me too!”
A ripple of laughter echoes through the fans around you, everyone buzzing from the moment. You take a few gulps of water, trying to cool yourself off from the embarrassment and heat of Soonyoung’s gaze.
Junhui claps you on the shoulder. “Sorry Seungkwan, I guess she’s his type.”
You sink lower in your seat, pretending to study the field, but your pulse is still sprinting. Out in right, Soonyoung adjusts his cap, settling back like nothing happened. You try to follow his lead, but when the next batter strikes out and he glances your away again, a smile lighting his face, you can’t help but feel your stomach flip again.
The next inning crawls. You keep catching him glancing your general direction. Every time he does, Seungkwan starts hitting your thigh, despite you hissing at him to shut up. You’d think it was just a coincidence, except when the inning ends, Soonyoung glances your direction and winks.
Junhui elbows you so hard you nearly punch him on reflex. “On my god.”
Seungkwan is less subtle. He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “WE SEE YOU, KWON!” Which earns him a groan from you and a laugh from half the section. “What? He’s winking at you and you want to glare at me?”
You pretend to watch the batter, but your mind keeps skipping like a scratched record, going back to the way he tumbled into your lap, the smell of leather and cologne, the way his necklace caught the light. The smirk and the glint in his eyes.
Soonyoung haunts you the rest of the game. You try to focus anywhere but him, but any time you peek at him, he’s already watching you. Grinning, even, like there’s an inside joke you haven’t been let in on yet. It makes you twitchy and giddy in equal parts, the fans around you teasing you through the end of the game.
Thankfully, the Cubs are able to hold the lead through nine innings. You stand and clap, trying to mutter the lyrics to Go Cubs Go alongside the rest of the fans, your eyes dragging to home plate where the team comes out to clap each other on the back before heading into the dugout.
People start to filter out of the rows, the clack of plastic seats snapping shut and empty cups cracking under feet backtracking the public address announcer. Seungkwan and Junhui help you gather your things as you start to side shuffle from your seats and head to the stairs, talking about where to go after the game.
Junhui pauses mid-sentence as your section starts to yell again, kids screaming and rushing down the steps toward you as ushers try to slow them down or stop them. “Uh, why is- oh shit!”
You turn around to follow his gaze to see Soonyoung sprinting - not toward the dugout, but toward your section. The field crew freezes as he vaults the low wall, cleats skidding on the concrete aisle. Phones whip into the air as people cheer, fans and kids asking for autographs as he moves up the row toward you, smiling and shaking fans hands as he goes.
Soonyoung stops in front of you, cheeks flushed and grin bright. “Hi,” he says, a little breathless. “So can I get a second date?”
The section around you erupts in catcalls and applause, someone yelling, “SAY YES!”
Your heart is pure static. You can feel every camera trained on you, but all you see is him, dark hair damp under his cap, eyes sharp and hopeful as he smiles at you. You lick your lips, opening and closing your mouth as your mind races to string together a response.
“Um,” you fumble for your phone. “Yes?”
He reaches for your phone and you let him, watching with a mind full of static as he types in his number and saves it to your phone. When he hands it back, you see he’s texted himself a ‘cutie from the stands :)’ and you blush.
“What’s your name?” He asks, biting his lower lip. If he’s aware there are dozens of people watching you, it doesn’t bother him. He seems used to the attention, unbothered by the fact there are people absolutely recording the moment for social media. You give him your name anyway and he grins. “Pretty. I like it.”
Soonyoung turns to sign a few balls and gloves before he hops back over the wall, where someone from the clubhouse is yelling for him. He looks up at you and winks again before jogging back toward the dugout, cheers following him as he does.
You stand frozen for a beat longer, phone still in your hand, the weight of what just happened settling over you. Your chest is buzzing as you turn to look at your friends, both who are watching with shit eating grins.
“You… you have Soonyoung Kwon’s phone number,” Junhui says, mouth still open. “Unreal.”
“He is very into you,” Seungkwan laughs, amazed. “What a night."
Your hand shakes a little as you slip your phone back into your bag, trying to shove your excitement and nerves down. “I don’t even know what’s happening right now.”
“Don’t question it.” Seungkwan smacks the back of your shoulder. “Live in the moment, diva.”
-
Living in the moment is the only option you have, it seems. The entire world is living in your moment, videos of the Cub's right fielder crashing into your lap going viral. Your friends can't stop watching it, their shrieks of laughter growing worse three rounds in.
The bar is tucked in a quiet pocket away from the ballpark, a random place Seungkwan's buddy mentioned being low key. From the outside it had looked closed but when Seungkwan stuck his head in, you all were delighted to find a warm, cozy bar with a decent crowd - full, but not. overwhelming.
Inside it's warm and low-lit, the boots filled with mismatched seating and dark wood. A single neon sign buzzes over the bar and the TVs above the bar show the game highlights - including you - over and over again. The mezcal makes it better, but Seungkwan and Junhui shoving TikTok in your face makes it worse - and a little better, their sense of humor making you grin despite everything.
"You're trending above the actual game highlights," Junhui snorts, downing the rest of his beer. "This is insane."
You drop your forehead to the sticky bar. "I'm going to have to fake my own death."
"Well don't do that. You did get his number."
You flush. You did. The memory of his easy smile and glittering eyes is enough to make you shiver and you straighten, sliding off the stool. "I'll be back. Please continue watching my greatest win and my greatest shame."
You head to the bathroom, weaving through the crow toward the narrow hallway that leads to the back. The floor is sticky as you go, sneakers suctioning lightly as you walk. You're halfway to the bathroom, eyes on your phone as Seungkwan sends you another clip when you collide with someone coming the opposite direction.
"Shit, sorry!" You squeak, looking up as someone steadies your elbow.
The air leaves your lungs. Soonyoung is standing there in a black hoodie and a hat pulled low, cheeks flushed. He smells like a fresh shower and something deeper like wood and leather, the same cologne you smelled earlier.
His grin is big and delighted, leaning back as he looks you up and down. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Are you stalking me?"
"For sure. I knew you would be at this very specific bar that my buddy owns and have chosen it for that specific purpose."
You laugh, breathless. "I mean you did jump the warning track for me."
"It was worth it." Your heart skips a beat as he steps back, eyes glinting. "If this isn't fate, I don't know what is. Can I buy you a drink? One I won't immediately spill on you, I promise."
Your heart trips over itself. He chews on his bottom lip like he's nervous - like he's not a star fucking athlete - and you feel yourself fall immediately. You glance over your shoulder where you can see Seungkwan and Junhui gaping - not even pretending to be looking elsewhere. Seungkwan gives you an exaggerated thumbs up and you nearly die on the spot.
You turn to face Soonyoung again. "Yes, you definitely can."
He grins, pleased and a little cocky. He gestures to two stools in the corner of the bar. "Meet me over there. What are you having?"
"Mezcal margarita."
"Woman after my own heart."
In the bathroom, you splash cold water on your neck. You feel your pulse pounding, a giddy energy buzzing through you alongside the alcohol. You have no idea why the fates have sent Soonyoung crashing into you twice tonight, but you're eager to let them string you along until they cut your cord.
Back out in the bar, you subtly point toward where Soonyoung is sitting when Junhui and Seungkwan look at you. You ignore their wild gestures and fist pumps as you snake through the crowd to find Soonyoung sitting at the far corner of the bar, his back to the brick wall.
You slide into the stool next to him and he looks up from his phone, grinning. He slides your drink over to you. "Thought you got lost."
Soonyoung looks good. He's relaxed in the corner, hoodie sleeves pushed up his forearms, hat shadowing his eyes. There's a smug little curve to his mouth that makes your stomach flip as you settle on the stool and he slides a drink over to you.
"Had to stop hyperventilating first," you tease, sipping the drink. It's strong like you like it. "Seeing my own face on the TV is kind of new. I nearly died." On cue, the TV above you has the highlight and you groan as he laughs. "Can they stop playing it?"
"I like it!"
"Somehow that doesn't shock me."
"Hey," he shrugs, sipping his drink. "Not every dag I get to make a solid defensive play and land into a pretty girl's lap in the same ten seconds. Kind of cool."
"Does that usually work for you? Calling people pretty?"
"No." He smirks. "But I'm having a weird night. Figure I'd roll with it."
"Weird how?"
"Weird as in I had a highlight reel night and all I could think about post game was the look on your face."
"That's because you almost severed my legs."
He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, but you laughed and didn't freak out. I honestly thought I ended you for a second."
"I'm tougher than that, I promise."
Something glints in Soonyoung's eyes, a little dark. Hungry, maybe. He tilts his drink toward you, mouth curving. "I'll toast to that."
For a minute, you just drink side by side. The noise of the bar fills in around you, the clinking glasses and laughter backtracking the comfortable silence. Soonyoung glances over at you and each time, his mouth twitches, fighting a smile. It makes your heart flutter and you try to keep your calm, ignoring the fact that your palms are sweating.
Soonyoung is beautiful up close. Somehow it doesn't surprise you that a star athlete is attractive, but he's the kind of pretty that draws the eye in: full lips that are a little red because he keeps biting the corner of his mouth, intense eyes that pin you to the spot, a carved jaw that offsets softer cheeks.
It's hard not to stare.
"So," he says, leaning his head back against the wall to look down at you. "What were you doing at the game tonight? You a baseball person?"
"Not at all. It was my first game."
"No shit? First game and I jump the warning track. "
"Yep. Seungkwan - that's the one trying not to stare at us - guilt tripped me into coming."
"Ah yes, my favorite demographic." He tilts his head. "Did you like it?"
"Yes, except I flinched every time someone hit the ball."
"Maybe I owe you an apology."
"No!" You laugh. "I just kept thinking the ball was going to hit me next."
"Nah, I'm good at catching balls." You raise your brows and he groans. "Badly worded, alright."
Soonyoung watches your mouth as you take a sip. You pretend not to notice, even though your stomach flutters. When you set the glass down, he shifts a little, knee knocking against yours briefly.
"So what about you," you ask. "Baseball since you were a kid or?"
"Yep. My cousin needed someone to pitch to when we were little. I started hitting and got good at it."
"Do you like it?"
"More than anything else in the world. It makes sense to me the way nothing else does." He hides his face in his hands, laughing. "That sounded so stupid."
"It didn't!"
He drops his hands, his cheeks red. You find it hard to believe someone like Soonyoung is reduced to blushing with you but it makes you feel confident. You nudge his knee with yours.
"It wasn't stupid," you promise. "It sounds nice."
"What about you then?" His knee stays pressed against yours. "What makes sense to you?"
"Most days? Nothing. I like to write though. I write books. So depending on the day everything makes sense or nothing makes sense."
"What about right now? Does right now make sense?"
Right now does make sense. It makes sense the same way gravity does, the inevitable pull to Soonyoung there. You think about how he crashed into you not once but twice tonight, and you can't think of a better word than right to describe it.
You give him a small shrug. "Right now feels easy."
Soonyoung smiles at that. He tilts his glass and taps it lightly against yours. "Good. To easy."
"To easy."
The conversation drifts then, lazy and unhurried. It slides from baseball to hometowns to work to absolutely everything important and nothing important at all. The bar hums around you but you lose yourself to the sound of Soonyoung's voice, leaning against the bar as he orders another round mid-story from his childhood.
Somewhere along the way, both of your knees stay pressed together. Neither one of you moves, facing each other as you talk. Another round appears, the neon sign buzzing above your heads faintly. You notice Soonyoung watching your hands, your mouth, your eyes - not aggressive, just interested.
It makes the room spin. You've dated enough people to know what want looks like and you see it in Soonyoung. It's subtle but its there simmering beneath the surface, like he's trying to keep it at bay. To be polite. You wish he wouldn't, too afraid to make a move yourself, waiting for him to do it.
Your phone buzzes at some point. You pull it out, the screen bright and blinding.
[SEUNGKWAN]: you good if we leave?
[SEUNGKWAN]: you can say no but we dont want to intrude
[YOU]: I think I'm good
[JUN]: UGH makeout already!!!!
[JUN]: Stay safe queen! Text us when you're home
You choke out a laugh and flip your phone facedown. Soonyoung is leaning on his palm, watching you with half-lidded eyes.
"Hmm?" He asks, nudging your knee. "All good?"
"Definitely."
The night starts to wind down but you stay talking. You feel the tension winding tighter and tighter, and by the time last call echoes faintly from the other end of the bar, you're buzzing. You slide off the stool and sway a little. Soonyoung's hand darts out to catch you.
"You good?" He asks.
"Yes," you laugh, breathless. "Sorry, I'm actually not drunk. My leg is a little numb from sitting."
And it's true. The only thing you're a little drunk on is the baseball player who smirks and pays your tab despite your multiple protests, and drops his hand low to the small of your back, barely touching. It ignites a fire in you all the same, your heart racing.
"Let me. walk you out."
The night air hits cool and sharp the moment you step outside. It's uncharacteristically cool for summer, but you don't mind. The bar turns to muffled noise behind you as Soonyoung leads you out onto the sidewalk, side stepping groups of people. He tucks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, head tipping toward you.
For a moment, you both just stand there. He shifts his weight, eyes darting away as he says, "I had a good time, I'm glad fate made us collide twice."
"Me too."
He glances back at you again. His eyes dip to your lips then back up like he knows he shouldn't have looked. He swallows, suddenly nervous. "I want to um-" he breaks off for a second and laughs. "Oh my god, I can't even get it out."
"What?"
"I want to ask you something kind of forward but I don't want to come off as a dick. He thinks about it. "It's gonna come out awful."
You smirk. "How forward?"
"Like hey, do you want to come over forward?"
The words hit you below the belt, low and warm. You take half a step closer to him, smelling his cologne. You can feel the heat radiating from him, a shiver sliding down your spine.
"You already launched yourself into my lap," you point out. He groans and you grin. "And that didn't scare me away. So I think it's safe to say I like forward."
He looks down at you, eyes dark. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
There's a heartbeat where neither of you moves. His eyes trace your face and his mouth slides into a smirk. "Alright. Come over."
"Okay."
Grinning, Soonyoung lifts and hand to cup your jaw, gentle but sure. You suck in a breath as he leans in to kiss you, mouth warm and careful. He pauses like he's waiting to see if you'll pull away, but when you don't, he deepens it slightly, lips parting against yours.
The streetlamp hums overhead as you lean into him, hands finding his arms. He kisses you slow and lazy like he has all the time in the world, mouth tasting faintly of lime.
He pulls back a fraction, breath unsteady. "Let's go."
The Uber arrives in under two minutes. Soonyoung opens the door for you, hand brushing the small of your back as you slide in. He gets in on the other side, pulling the door shut and shuffling toward you as he greets the driver.
The city is beautiful at night. The street lamps wash the sidewalks in pockets of gold, reflecting in the metal shutters of storefronts. It's a week day so the world outside is slower, only stray people staggering down sidewalks and riding bikes.
Inside the car it's quiet save for the soft buzz of the radio and the low thrum of the engine. You sit close but not touching, your knees angled toward each other. Your pulse is still hammering, the electricity from the kiss humming along your skin.
Soonyoung shifts slightly, his thigh brushing yours. He rests his hand on your leg - light and hesitant. He looks at you for reassurance and when you grin, he smiles back, his hand turning to a warm, relaxing weight above your knee. His thumb draws slow, thoughtless circles against the fabric of your jeans and it takes everything in you not to shiver at the touch.
He leans back in the seat, turning his head just enough to look at you. The passing lights skim across his face, catching the edge of his jaw, the line of his mouth, the faint flush on his face. You think of the kiss, your eyes darting to his mouth again.
"You okay?" he murmurs.
"Definitely."
He smiles, squeezing your leg slightly.
You look out the window, watching the city pass by in blurs of lights. You pretend to be appreciating the view, but you're hyper aware of every breath he takes and every sweep of his thumb. You're nearly shaking, your nerves frayed.
Ten minutes feel like thirty. Or three. It's hard to tell when your heart is beating in your throat. You hadn't planned for your night to go like this but you can't help but feel right - like everything makes sense.
When the car slows in front of his building, you're surprised. It's a modest mid-rise building tucked into a discreet neighborhood. It's not flashy like you thought it would be.
Soonyoung thanks the driver and gets out, rounding the car to meet you as you slide out. He reaches for your hand, curling his fingers around yours, giving your hand a squeeze. You feel drunk off of him as he leads you inside, steps sure and easy.
The lobby smells faintly of cedar and cleaner, empty save for a single security guard who waves at Soonyoung with familiarity. You have a single moment of wondering how many girls Soonyoung has brought back here before you shove it away while climbing into the elevator.
Soonyoung keeps you close but says nothing. It's not awkward, but it's warm. His fingers stay linked with yours until he's fishing keys out of his hoodie and shouldering open his apartment, letting you in.
His apartment isn't at all what you expected.
It's tidy but lived-in. The entryway opens into a wide living room with deep wooden floors and tall windows overlooking the city. A low couch sis angled toward a TV mounted on the wall, a throw blanket tossed over the back. The walls are linked with framed game photographs and family photos. You grin at young Soonyoung in little league posing in the dugout.
"Sorry it's a little messy," he says. He kicks off his shoes. "I don't really bring people over so I don't clean much and I kind of live out of a suitcase during season."
"It's actually nice." You toe off shoes like he gestures for you too. "Smells like you."
And it does. There's a woody smell in the air, immediately familiar.
"Water?" he asks, trailing toward the kitchen.
"Definitely."
You follow him into a kitchen that is bright with pale cabinets. A bowl of fruit sits on the counter next to an ungodly amount of sports drinks and protein powders. He tells you to ignore them and opens the fridge with a grin, grabbing two bottles of water to hand you one.
It's cold in your palm and as you lean against the counter and gulp it down, he steps a little closer. He has the same look on his face he's had all night, like he's trying to hold back.
"What is it?" You ask, twisting the cap back on the water. "You look like you want to say something."
"I'm usually not so bad at this."
"At what?"
"Talking to girls." You grin, brows raised and he groans, head dropping back. "Sorry, that was lame."
"It's cute." He sighs dramatically and you laugh, nudging him with the end of your water bottle. "It is. Out with it. You can say what you want."
"I wanted to say I don't expect you to like…" He licks his lips. "We can just have a drink. Or chat. Or whatever. That would be fine. I didn't bring you here to do anything you don't want to do. That's all."
You look up at him, pulse hammering, and for the first time all night he looks… nervous. Not visibly, but there’s a flicker in his eyes, like he’s bracing for you to pull away.
"I think," you say slowly, heart hammering. "It's my turn to be forward. I wanted you to make a move like… all night. I was too nervous to. Cause you're you and… yeah."
The sound Soonyoung makes is a helpless groan. He steps into your space then, reaching a hand up to cradle your jaw. You let him tilt your face up to his as he crowds you against the counter, pressing his mouth to yours again.
The kiss he gives you is different this time. It's heavier and needier, no hesitation. Finally. Finally. His other hand finds your waist, fingers spreading against your hip, a little greedy. You smile into the kiss leaning up to press into him further.
Your water bottle drops to the floor with a thud, forgotten. You don't care. His thumb strokes the planes of your jaw, slow and deliberate as he parts your mouth with his tongue. You make a little sound in the back of your throat and he pulls away, breathing heavily.
"You're killing me," he whispers.
"Good."
His laugh is throaty. He kisses you again, softer and lingering before he straightens and steps away from you, pulling you with him.
"Come."
He threads his fingers through yours and leads you out of the kitchen and down a softly lit hallway. The smell of him gets stronger when he toes open the door to his bedroom.
The room is bathed in the gentle flow of a beside lamp he left on. There's a massive bed in the center of the room, the bedding a mess of white sheets and a rumpled comforter. It smells faintly of laundry and his woody cologne, the windows cracked to let in the breeze.
He pauses in the doorway, his hand still intertwined with yours, giving you a moment to back out. "You good?"
You nod, stepping closer, the heat from his body drawing you in. "More than."
He smiles, that lopsided grin that's been your undoing all evening, and leans down to capture your lips again. This kiss is slower than the one in the kitchen, more exploratory, like he's savoring the taste of you now that there's no rush.
His lips move against yours with a gentle insistence, parting slightly to deepen it, his tongue brushing yours. You sigh into his mouth, your fingers curling into his hoodie, pulling him closer.
Soonyoung's hands find your waist, sliding under the hem of your shirt just enough to graze the bare skin there. His touch is warm and calloused. He walks you backward slowly, guiding you toward the bed without breaking the kiss. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and you both go down in a tangle of limbs, noses bumping. He laughs against your lips but stays pressed to you.
He props himself up on one elbow, hovering over you. You reach up and knock his hat off backward, earning a grin followed by a throaty moan as you card your fingers through his hair, the inky strands soft.
"You're fucking beautiful," he murmurs. There's no smirky or cocky athlete now. There's just raw honesty that makes you light headed. He dips his head down to kiss your jaw, lips trailing toward your ne ck. "Tell me if anything is too much or you don't like it, yeah?"
"Mhmmm."
You arch into his touch, your hands roaming his back. The muscles shift underneath his hoodie and you tug at the fabric, wanting it gone.
Soonyoung sits back on his heels, pulling the hoodie up and over his head in one motion, revealing a toned chest and arms. He's lean and strong, with a faint constellation of freckles splashed across his shoulders. He tosses his hoodie while you map them with your fingers, inquisitive.
He shivers. "That tickles."
"You're pretty."
He flushes. "Why is it that you turn me into a teenage boy again?"
"You already spilled in my lap, the worst is over."
Soonyoung groans at the double meaning to your words. He shakes his head and kisses you again, deeper this time. His hand slides up your side to push your shirt higher and you let him, only breaking the kiss to help him peel it off.
It's cool in his room, your newly expose skin pebbling. Soonyoung's gaze darkens as he takes you in, his hands roaming across your ribs and stomach, brushing up to cup your breasts through you're bra.
"Fuck you're perfect," he murmurs.
He brushes his thumbs back and forth over your hardening nipples and you gasp, wiggling in his hold. It's not nearly enough friction but the barest hint of it has you thrumming. He smile at the sound, leaning down to kiss the swell of your chest, tongue darting out to taste your skin.
Soonyoung unhooks your bra with ease - a far cry from the nervous boy he was a second ago - and tosses it aside. His mouth descends, his tongue eagerly circling one nipple while his fingers tease the other. It feels so good, your breaths turning sharp and shallow as you thread your fingers through his hair, holding him close. He switches sides, sucking gently, and the sensation shoots right to your core, making you squirm.
"So responsive," he mutters against your skin, laughing. "I love the sounds you make."
He kisses his way back up to your mouth, claiming it while he settles between your legs. You can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing up against your thigh through his jeans. It sends a thrill through you knowing you affect someone like him this much.
Your hands explore too, tracing the lines of his chest and abs, skimming down to. the waistband of his jeans. He groans into your mouth when your fingers brush over the seam of his jeans, hip buckling slightly. "Fuck. Don't tease."
He doesn't have to worry about that - you're impatient, the ache between your legs growing worse. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to grind up against him. He breaks the kiss, burying his face in your neck as he pants.
"Message received," he grinds out.
Soonyoung shifts his weight, one thigh pressed firmly between your legs. You don't hesitate, seeking friction as you grind against him, even through layers of clothes. He watches your face intently, eyes dark as he rocks his thigh against you, mouth curving.
"Like that?" he asks, voice low. "Feels good?"
"Uh-huh."
You clutch at his shoulders, grinding down onto his thigh, the denim rough against you. The seam of your pants hits just right and you tense. He senses it and grins, hands going to your waist to guide your hips against his thigh.
"Fuck," he hisses. "You're so wet I can feel it through your jeans, baby." He leans down to nip your ear and you let out a pitiful sound. "So hot for me already."
Soonyoung works the buttons of your jeans, popping them open with a flick. You lift your hips to help him slide them down with your underwear in one go. The cool air hits your pussy and you whine but Soonyoung's gaze scorches you as he takes in the sight of you underneath him.
"Fucking hell," he breathes, sliding his hands up your thighs. "So pretty."
He slides down to settle between your legs, his breath ghosting over your aching cunt, and you whimper at the feeling. He ignores you, taking his time to kiss the inside of your thighs, nipping lightly.
When his fingers finally brush against you to part your folds, you're dying. He circles your twitching entrance teasingly before sliding one finger inside, slow and deliberate.
"Shit," you breath out, sagging on the bed.
He grins and takes it as a good sign, adding a second finger when you moan. He curls his fingers perfectly, pressing up against your front wall to make you see starts. He starts to pump them, pace lazy, while his thumb circles your clit.
"Tell me what feels good," he murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your thigh.
"Right there," you gasp, his fingers hitting the perfect spot. "Shit, right there please."
He smiles, repeating the motion, his free hand holding your thigh steady. The wet sounds of his fingers is obscene but you don't care, your hips grinding to meet his fingers. He kisses your stomach, your hips, your thighs - anywhere he can reach, fingers working you expertly.
Soonyoung's vocal, murmuring how good you feel, how he loves the way you clench around him. When you come undone, it's with his name on your lips, your body arching off the bed as you squeeze down on his fingers hard.
He withdraws his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours. "Sweet," he says with a grin, before shifting up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
You tug at his jeans then, desperate to feel him. "Off," you demand breathlessly, and he chuckles, standing to shuck them off along with his boxers. He's hard and leaking, the sight making your mouth water, but before you can reach for him, he's grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer.
"No little league Kwon's today," he jokes, ripping the foil open with his teeth.
He settles back between your legs pressing his chest to yours. His skin is warm and you lean up to kiss him, messy and needy. He grins into the kiss, breaking it only to murmur, "I like you."
"Good."
Soonyoung presses in slowly, giving you time to adust. The stretch is a lot but good, filling you completely. You groan when he's fully seated, pressing his forehead to yours as he takes a breath to compose himself.
"I'm going to die if I come right now," he laughs. "Fuck my life."
You clench around him, pussy squeezing and he growls. "Yeah?"
"Don't do that," he whines.
Before you can do it again, he starts moving, slow thrusts that drag against your walls. You melt into the bed, fingers resting on his biceps as he fucks you gently against the mattress. He brings up one hand to cup your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple to make you twitch.
"So fucking good," he whispers. "You take me so well."
Soonyoung's weight presses you into the mattress, his eyes eyes locked on your as he fucks you slow and deep. Your breath stutters as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He picks up his pace slightly, sweat beading on his brow, muscles flexing under your fingers.
Your hand scratch down his back, urging him on. He responds to your touch, thrusting harder, the mattress creaking beneath you. He works you up to another orgasm and you feel it low in your belly, hanging right over the precipice. He notices and grins, grinding his hips into yours just right to send you over the edge, seizing up under him as you come.
"Fuck," he gasps. "Sound so fucking pretty when you come. Fuck."
Soonyoung doesn't hesitate. He pulls out out of you and slides down your body, surprising you. You lift your head, a question on your lips but it dies the second his tongue presses against your pussy.
"Oh fuck," you gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets. "Fucking Christ - Soonyoung."
He hums, pleased as he sucks your clit gently into his mouth. His fingers press you open and you whimper, his tongue gently but sparking your oversensitivity as he tastes you leisurely.
"Tastes so good," he mumbles, words muffled by your slick folds. His tongue circles your clit gently, chasing another orgasm. "Come for me again, baby. I want it."
You let out a pitiful sound as you do exactly as he asks, coming for him again. You feel your cunt pulse, your thighs closing around his head as he sucks at you greedily.
By the time he kisses back up to your mouth, you're barely alive, panting and sweaty and a mess. He brushes the hair from your face delicately. "You okay?"
"Yes," you rasp. "I think I met god."
"Was he the right fielder for the Cubs?"
You smack him and he laughs. He bends down to kiss you but you dodge him, rolling over under neath him to get on your knees, pressing back toward him. "Like this," you say, looking over your shoulder at him."
His eyes darken. "Yeah? This how you want it baby?"
"Uh-huh."
"Say less."
His hands grip your hips as he slides in, the angle deeper than before. You cry out and he bites into your shoulder lightly, playful. His tongue soothes the bite, sweeping against your salty skin as he fucks you slowly, his chest flush against your back.
He wraps an arm around your waist, pressing his hand between your legs to press his fingers against your clit. He doesn't do anything - just keeps the pressure there, the slide from his thrusts enough to stimulate you until you're seeing white.
"Feel good?" He whispers into your ear, breath hot.
"Fuck," you answer, voice cracking. "So good Soonyoung, holy shit."
His pace builds, the hand on your waist pulling you back to meet him. He kisses your neck, your shoulders - anywhere he can press his mouth, murmuring how amazing you feel, how much he loves the way you come for him. It drives you fucking crazy and before long, you think you're going to come again.
"Come with me," he whispers, hips snapping. "You can do another."
Turns out, he's right. You come together, teeth clenched as you do. He growls out your name, hips slowly before he stops, the two of you panting together. You can feel his heartbeat hammering through where your back is pressed to his chest, beating in time with yours.
"Fuck," he rasps. "I'll move in a minute, I need a second." He kisses your shoulder, soft and delicate. "It's an off day tomorrow. We can sleep in."
"Wow, inviting me to sleep over, huh?"
He laughs. "I went off the warning track for you. We're definitely into sleep over territory."
"So you admit it was on purpose."
"I admit it was fate," he murmurs. He nuzzles your neck, sighing. "The benefits happened to be entirely circumstantial."
Spent, you stay in his arms until he finals falls to the side, the two of you exhausted an drifting toward sleep.
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The August sun is low in the sky, slanting cold across the ivy walls. Seungkwan is still droning about the ice cream machine nearest to your seats being broken, and you're pretty sure Junhui is too preoccupied checking his 50/50 raffle ticket numbers to be paying attention to Seungkwan's complaints.
It's a breezy summer evening and the Cubs are up by one in the top of the seventh with the bases loaded, two outs, full count. The batter fouls one straight back, making everyone - including you - duck as the ball hits the net before coming back down. The next time the bat connects, it sends the ball straight down the right-field line, high and slicing.
Soonyoung is already moving. He explodes toward the warning track exactly like he did that night, cleats chewing up grass. For a split second you think he's going to repeat that first night and leap up into the stands, but this time he jumps and snatches the ball, landing with a skid on the warning track.
The ballpark detonates. Seungkwan is screaming and Junhui is shaking you by the shoulders. Somewhere, a kid is crying because he dropped his hot dog. But you're only looking at a single person.
The Cubs' right fielder straightens slowly as he starts heading toward the dugout. He turns briefly, looking over his shoulder - not at where he caught the ball - but right at you. He gives you the same lopsided grin he always does before tapping two fingers to his lips and flicking them outward toward you.
From behind, someone screams "GET A ROOM!"
Seungkwan turns around in his seat, red in the face. "THEY ALREADY HAVE ONE DIP SHIT!"
Soonyoung laughs. You can see the crinkle in his eyes from where you sink down in your seat, covering your face. He taps the brim of his cap in a tiny salute only meant for you before jogging into the dugout to switch to the bottom of the seventh.
The scoreboard flips to the bottom of the seventh, and the organist starts Sweet Caroline, urging thousands of voices to sing off-key. All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat though, glancing at the left over footprints from Soonyoung on the warning track.
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