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smooth operator ➵ Suho asks you for a helping hand.
did it just to hurt me ➵ It’s like that one Taylor Swift song, that goes, “you know how to ball, I know human anatomy.” … or something like that along the lines.
keep each other company ➵ Suho is very frustrated. You frustrate him. Mentally and sexually. Mostly sexually.
incredibly funny that "and they were roommates" became like. code for being gay. we have no damn CLUE what gossip that woman was talking about we just decided it was homosexual behavior
“Not bad for an amateur,” you hummed, sipping on your drink and Suho’s face soured.
“We won.”
What a lame fucking thing to say. God, you really had a talent of rendering Suho to a fucking imbecile.
A grin curled on your lips, predatory, like you had set out a trap and Suho walked right into it.
“I know, I was there.”
OR; Suho is very frustrated. You frustrate him. Mentally and sexually. Mostly sexually.
──𖤐 pairing: baseball captain!ahn suho x softball captain!reader | college au
──𖤐 warnings: this is very much 18+ y'all so MDNI! pinv
──𖤐 word count: 6.1k
──𖤐 author's note: THIS IS SO SILLY BUT IM OBSESSED WITH THEM!! happy reading 🫶🏼
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Ahn Suho would describe himself as a quite level headed person. He wasn’t easily provoked, nor annoyed.
Well, that was until he met you.
The captain of the women’s softball team, the bane of Suho’s existence. He’d never even realized how much frustration and pain a person could cause him until you came into his life.
Suho had seen you around campus before but he never really knew your name. Not that he didn’t want to, he just never got around to it. Last fall semester, the women’s softball team were allocated the time slot for practice right after the baseball team.
Suho and the rest of his team mates were just jogging around the field to cool down after their practice when the women’s softball team filed into the bleachers.
“I heard they have a new captain,” Wooyoung said, peering into the bleachers. “I wonder if she’s any good.”
“Anyone’s better than that bitch Kang Hana,” Seongje snorted, yelping in pain when Suho slapped him upside the head.
“Yah, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Suho asked him with a frown, shaking his head. “Just because she didn’t want to go out with you, doesn’t make her a bitch. Otherwise the rest of the female student body would also be bitches. Punk.”
“Aish… This fake chivalry doesn’t fool anyone,” Seongje complained, glaring at Suho.
“Don’t make me kick your ass,” Suho threatened him, raising his fist and Seongje only flinched a little, Suho had to give him that.
“Ignore him,” Wooyoung said placatingly, pulling Suho back. “He’s just jealous that all the girls are into you.”
“Oh please,” Seongje scoffed in disbelief, but he was immediately proven wrong when they reached the bleachers and the girls’ softball team greeted Suho.
“Suho-oppa!” Haeun called, one of the younger girls called, waving him over. You were standing next to her, your arms crossed. “Come say hi to our new captain!”
You eyed him up slowly, deliberately and when you met his eyes, his groins tightened. Fuck, you were trouble. And so pretty.
“Hey,” Suho said, offering you his hand, masking his nerves. “Ahn Suho.”
You introduced yourself with an amused grin as you shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. To a good season?”
“To a good season.”
And what a fucking joke that was.
While they did indeed win all their games of the season, you had somehow made it your mission to get under his skin.
And not in a good way.
You were shit-talking him, taking the time out of your day to come earlier to practice to catch the tail end of his practice, commenting on whatever he did wrong. And there was a lot that he did wrong when you were around, because there was something about you that just threw him for a spin.
Suho genuinely didn’t even know where the sudden behavior change stemmed from. When he first met you, you seemed to like him just fine, and no one else on the team seemed to have problems with you, so it wasn’t some weird softball/baseball rivalry. It was just him you seemed to pick fights with.
Thing was, it confused the hell out of him. Whenever you ribbed him, teased him, it annoyed him but it also really fucking turned him on. Was it a hidden humiliation kink or was it just you?
Sometimes Suho wanted to push you against the wall and then kiss you. Just to see what you’d do.
You’d probably kick him in the balls. So that was definitely not a viable option. But he was running out of ideas.
Come spring, when they found out their practice slot was still just ahead of the girls’ softball team, Suho had asked the dean for another field for his team to practice on, anything to escape your ridicule, but Mr. Kim only looked at him like he had grown a second head.
So he dreaded every day that he had practice, dreaded and longed for them because he knew he’d see you. And he had to suffer your teasing.
It was nearing three pm in the afternoon, the end of their practice. They had about just enough time for two plays, and Suho wanted to use every single second of practice before their first game of the season the following weekend.
Wooyoung was standing in the pitcher’s mound, tossing the ball in his hand and Suho nodded his chin at him, turning the bat in his hand. The sun was beating down on them, announcing the arrival of summer, and Suho ignored the bead of sweat running down his temple.
Wooyoung threw the ball and Suho narrowed his eyes against the small shadow of it against the sun light, gripping his bat as he waited for the right moment to swing it when-
“Ahn Suho!”
His grip on the bat slipped and the ball hit the edge of the barrel, before falling pathetically on the ground just a few inches away from his foot.
Suho turned around to see you walking towards the bleachers, a faux shocked expression on your face.
“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t realize it was this easy to distract you.”
Suho clenched his jaw and Seongje had the audacity to laugh, doubling over and leaning on his bat for support.
“Yah, didn’t they teach you to not distract someone who’s trying to focus?” Suho yelled in your direction and you only pursed your lips, leaning back on the bench.
“Nah, if you’re good enough, nothing can distract you,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. “Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are.”
Seongje laughed so hard, there were fucking tears coming out of his eyes.
“Don’t be fucking rude,” Suho hissed at him, kicking at his bat making Seongje fall over. Still, the laughter didn’t cease.
“Oh god, I’ll never get tired of her,” Seongje said after his laugh finally subsided. “I wish I got under your skin as she does.”
His eyes twinkled behind his glasses, the way they always did when he set his sights on someone and it made Suho’s blood boil.
“Don’t even think about it, you punk.”
Seongje only snickered, clapping Suho’s back. “Don’t worry, Cap. I know a lost cause when I see one. See you Thursday.”
Seongje grabbed his bag from the bench, hauling it over his shoulders before he disappeared towards the locker room. Suho only shook his head with a sigh, reaching for his water bottle, trying to ignore that you were right there.
“I hope for the sake of your team that you’re gonna do better on Saturday,” you drawled, leaning forward and Suho spared you only a very brief look as he drank his water. If he wasn’t careful, he’d choke.
“The crowds at our games usually cheer for us, I don’t know how it is for yours.”
That was a lie. Last semester, he went to all but one game of your softball team, and only because he had promised his halmeoni he’d drive her up to Busan that day. Your eyes sparkled at him and he nearly shit his pants. Suho looked around, looking for anyone to help.
Wooyoung was still talking to Haeun - Suho was pretty sure that he was into her brother - and the rest of his team was already halfway in the locker rooms. No one to save him.
“Yah, I’m just preparing you for the inevitable moment when you mess up,” you pointed out with an easy grin.
Suho should go, just turn around and leave. But his feet stayed rooted right where he was. Maybe he was a little masochistic.
“Why, are you going to be there to heckle me?” he asked in exasperation, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Your eyes followed his movement.
“That an invitation?”
“Ya, unnie!” Haeun yelled, her hand cupped over her mouth. “Are we practicing or what?”
Somehow, Suho had completely tuned out his surroundings. While he was verbally sparring with you, Wooyoung - that little fucker - had upped and left, the remaining players of your team had gathered on the field.
“You staying to watch some real sport?” you asked, pulling your cap over your head and Suho let out a scoff.
“You’re funny.”
“Thanks, I’m not even trying,” you laughed, stepping down the stairs. “See you around Ahn Suho.”
With that, you walked down the pitch in quick strides, assembling your team leaving Suho alone with his very mixed feelings.
“Aish… She’s so annoying,” Suho muttered to himself when he finally got home. He threw his sports bag in the corner of the living room before flopping down on the couch. The sound of pen scribbling on paper ceased.
Sieun must have been studying.
“You’re dirty,” Sieun stated flatly and Suho only gave him a thumbs up, not even lifting his head.
“Don’t you have showers in the locker rooms?”
“Didn’t feel like it.”
Suho could basically feel Sieun’s eyes burning into the back of his head, but he didn’t even have the strength to explain himself.
“Was practice that bad?”
“Not practice,” Suho muttered, his voice muffled by the couch cushions.
“Here we go again.”
Sieun sounded exasperated, like he knew exactly where this was going and Suho couldn’t even blame him because this was his routine: practice, getting absolutely verbally eviscerated by you and then moaning about it to Sieun.
“I don’t even know why she hates me so much,” Suho grumbled. “She’s so mean, but so pretty. I’d rather do anythingelse than fight with her.”
Sieun groaned, tipping his head back.
“Please keep your juvenile sex dreams to yourself,” he said dryly and Suho glared at him.
“Yah, do you think I like being like this? It’s embarrassing.”
“That’s the first time you said something that’s correct.”
“Why don’t you just help me instead of complaining about me?” Suho whined, and Sieun sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. The living room grew silent, and Suho lifted his head to check if Sieun had left, but he was still sitting at the table.
“Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why she’s annoying you?” Sieun asked, always with the absolute analytical mind.
“God put her on this earth to test me.”
Sieun sighed, his nostrils flaring and Suho waved his arms around dramatically.
“Why would I question why she’s annoying me? She obviously enjoys seeing me miserable.”
“People always have a motive for acting the way they do,” Sieun pointed out. “If you find out why, you can turn it around on her.”
“I want to turn her around,” Suho didn’t say, because Sieun would probably stab him.
“I guess so,” he said instead, sighing softly, and Sieun rolled his eyes, picking up his pen again.
“Now can you please get a fucking shower, you smell like the inside of Baku’s shoes.”
With a groan, Suho forced himself up, heading towards the showers because he knew he was testing Sieun’s limits. But his words rang in his ear, because Sieun just voiced everything he ever wondered. It wasn’t that fucking easy though, because Suho just knew that you’d probably laugh in his face if he ever asked you outright.
When Suho’s game rolled around on Saturday, the nerves were… Okay. It was their first game, yes, but despite you needling him about his skills, he knew he was good. And because he was a fucking idiot, he kept glancing towards the bleachers, trying to find you. Suho never looked too long because one, he’d actually die of embarrassment if you caught him looking for you and two he actually had a fucking game to play.
They did win, in the end. Thank God. One less thing you could make fun of.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come to the party?” Suho asked as he fixed his hair in the mirror. Sieun found his eyes through the reflected, his mouth a flat line. Suho knew it was a lost cause. Sieun had already gone to see Suho’s game and that was more than enough of socialization for Sieun in one day. Inviting him to the after party Seongje was throwing at his frat was probably asking for too much.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life.”
“Aish, forget I asked,” Suho muttered, shaking his head. “Don’t wait up.”
“Don’t get fucking wasted.”
Suho opened the door to leave, before he paused, checking his reflection one more time. The chances were high that you’d be there so he wanted to make sure he looked good. Maybe you’d be so distracted by his good looks that you’d forget to make fun of him. It hadn’t happened yet, but sue Suho for dreaming.
“… Call me if you need a ride.”
Suho grinned. His best friend was a big softie.
“Love you too.”
The party was already in full swing when Suho arrived at the frat house. Just as he stepped through the door, hit with the smell of various sorts of alcohol and sweating bodies, he asked himself the question he always did: why did he let Seongje throw their after parties at his frat?
And Suho always came to the same conclusion: he didn’t have to organize shit, nor did he have to clean up the next day, he could just come whenever and leave whenever.
“Ahn Suho!” some kid immediately yelled as he laid his eyes on Suho, everyone’s heads turning towards him, and it turned into well-wishes and congrats.
“That game was insane!” someone else said, his cheeks streaked with the colors of their university. “Let’s hope the rest of the season will be the same!”
“Suho-oppa, I made you a poster, did you see me on the bleachers?” a girl said, sidling up to him and he gave her a kind smile.
“I didn’t, but thanks for the support.”
“Find me for a drink, okay!” she called, as Suho was dragged into another hug.
“Took you long enough!” Wooyoung said, shaking Suho’s shoulder wildly.
“Yah, how much have you had to drink already?” Suho asked him amused and Wooyoung only shrugged with his shoulders, giving him a lopsided grin.
“Jun is getting me another drink.”
Ah. Jun, Haeun’s brother.
Suho acted nonchalant, clearing his throat.
“I’m surprised Jun’s here, ‘s not really his scene, is it?”
“He came with Haeun,” Wooyoung replied and Suho only nodded slowly.
“The girl’s softball team is here?”
He tried to keep his voice light, but Wooyoung gave him a knowing look.
“Yes, they’re here.”
“Aish, you’ve had too much too drink already,” Suho scoffed, but Wooyoung only shook his head, the both of them jumping apart when Seongje pushed himself between them.
“Yah, we’re doing shots in the kitchen!” Seongje yelled at him, waving a bottle of soju around, his free hand grabbing at Wooyoung and pulling him into the kitchen. Suho was about to follow them with a sigh, when he glanced sideways, only to come in direct eye contact with you, leaning against a wall in the hallway. You were wearing a black top, one sleeve hung off your shoulder, showing off miles and miles of smooth skin Suho wanted to explore.
Suho pressed his lips together.
Just turn and go into the kitchen.
Fucking run.
He walked towards you.
You drank him in slowly, your cup sitting in your hand loosely, like you wouldn’t care if it dropped to the floor or not. You were too focused on him. Maybe you were finally distracted.
“Not bad for an amateur,” you hummed, sipping on your drink and Suho’s face soured.
“We won.”
What a lame fucking thing to say. God, you really had a talent of rendering Suho to a fucking imbecile.
A grin curled on your lips, predatory, like you had set out a trap and Suho walked right into it.
“I know, I was there.”
Suho acted like learning that information didn’t phase him at all, even if it made him a little giddy inside.
“You were?”
“What, you didn’t hear me cheer for you?”
“Ah I think I did hear some distinct booing over the cheers,” he said thoughtfully and you laughed, shaking your head a little.
“Well, I’ll make sure to boo a little louder next time, just so you won’t miss it.”
“Aish…” Suho scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Would it kill you to say one nice thing to me?”
“So your big head gets even bigger?”
“Yah, did I win a single’s game?” Suho grumbled. “It was a team effort. Wouldn’t it be nice to show some respect to your fellow athletes?”
The corner of your mouth quirked up in a grin and you sighed softly, like he was a nuisance. “Fine, then. Congrats on your win.”
It was half-hearted, and he narrowed his eyes at you. He couldn’t even act like he bought that. “You didn’t mean that.”
You stared at him before letting out a laugh, covering your mouth quickly. Suho only watched, careful until you stopped laughing, your cheeks red. You looked like you were having fun, but not in a way that meant you enjoyed tormenting him, More like in way of you liked his company.
“…. Are you enjoying this?” he asked, incredulously.
“What if I am?”
Your grin was coy as you looked up at him through your lashes, and he felt his cock stirr in his boxers. Good God he was so doomed.
But something about the way you said it made him pause, realization hitting him a split second after.
“You’re flirting with me.”
It was a statement more than it was a question and you let out a breathy laugh.
“Wow and people say athletes are dumb, look at you! You finally figured it out!”
What.
Is this some sort of sick joke?
“What?” Suho spluttered, flabbergasted. “You’ve been nothing but antagonistic ever since I’ve known you.”
“I wasn’t antagonistic,” you corrected him. “I was being irritating.”
“What’s the difference! You were a pain in the ass,” Suho scowled and your grin only widened.
“Oppa,” you said, the sudden intimate honorific making Suho shudder, almost activating his fight or flight reflexes, but he knew had no chance against you. “Do you even realize how hot you are when you’re annoyed?”
“I- What?”
Suho froze, his chin dropping. Suddenly he felt hot. Did someone turn on the heat? He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“I did really enjoy this back and forth,” you said, pushing away from the wall, your eyes still on him. “But I think it’s ready to move on.”
You turned, walking a few steps but Suho was still rooted in the spot, his brain firing all synapses at once he couldn’t think.
“Have you ever been to my place?”
Suho blinked at you, as you grinned at him before you walked around the corner and he finally broke out of his stupor.
“Fuck.”
He was quick to follow you but suddenly everyone seemed to be walking right into his path.
“Ya, Suho where are you going?” Seongje asked him, gripping his shoulder tight but Suho ducked out from under his hold, trying not to lose you in the crowd, but the back of your head already slipped out the front door.
“I think I need to go,” Suho quickly said, not even bothering to explain. “If there’s no life sign of me by tomorrow, I’m dead. But I died happily.”
“What?”
Suho ignored Seongje, shouldering past the drunk people and when he finally made it out of the house, you were nowhere to be found.
“What the hell?” he muttered, looking around the porch, but you were gone. Then, his phone pinged; an unknown number dropped him a location.
“Aish…”
Suho glared at his screen for a good five seconds before he started running like his life depended on it. It wasn’t long until he reached your apartment, a building not too far from campus. One look at his phone told him you were on the second floor, third apartment to the right. Suho banged on the door with his fist and it didn’t take long for you to open, the same cocky grin on your face as always.
“Are you insane?” he asked, letting out a breath. “Why would you just drop something like that and leave?”
You pressed your lips together, laughing. “I wanted to see if you would chase after me.”
“You’re a fucking minx.”
Your eyes sparkled at him.
“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”
For once, Suho recognized the trap for what it was: an invitation. And he’d gladly accept. His hand slid around the back of your neck, tilting your head up so he could kiss you.
You groaned against his lips, kissing him back while he pushed into you, forcing you to take a few steps into your apartment. Distracted with trying to map out your mouth with his tongue, Suho shut the door behind him, pushing you against the wall, the back of his hand cushioning your head. You kissed the way you fought, unforgiving and passionate and Suho didn’t mind, at all.
“Took you long enough,” you gasped against his mouth.
“Shut up.”
His hands ran down your waist, before grabbing on your thighs, lifting you up. Almost instantly you locked your legs around his waist, and Suho had to bite back a laugh. It was almost comical how compatible you and him seemed.
“Where’s your bedroom?” Suho asked, reluctantly pulling away.
“Down the hallway.”
Without waiting for any further instructions, Suho walked down the hallway, one hand holding onto your waist, the other pushing the door open. He tossed you on the bed without much finesse, before he hovered over you, your hands already all over him.
Your fingers were nimble as they slipped beneath his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders; the way you were looking at him stole all the oxygen out of his lungs. Suho needed to breathe.
“You’re not drunk, right?” Suho asked, because there was no way he was doing this if there was even a sliver of a chance you’d regret this the next day. Your face softened and you ducked your head, chuckling quietly.
“God, you made it so hard to tease you sometimes,” you sighed, and he raised an eyebrow at you.
“That was you struggling to tease me? Aegiyah, you rode me harder than all of my high school teachers.”
You narowed your eyebrows at him, intrigued and he realized his choice of words, a flush creeping up his neck.
“Oh really? Now we can’t have that, can we?”
“Yah,” Suho argued weakly but you dragged him closer by the front of his shirt.
“Come here.”
His shoes were kicked off before he helped you take off his shirt, which was then tossed somewhere into your room. You straddled his lap, your fingers tracing along the defined lines of his upper body and he tried not to tense under your scrutinized eyes.
“It’s insane how well built you are,” you mumbled, hands splaying on his skin. “I’m gonna eat you up.”
You rolled your hips on him as you said those words, the pressure on his hardened cock, trapped in his jeans was nearly too much for him.
“Don’t be a tease,” Suho grunted, his hands slipping under your top to take it off, raking his eyes over the lacy black bra you were wearing. He didn’t even have any difficulty snapping your bra open with one hand, his eyes as wide as saucers when you bared your chest to him.
“Waah…” he said, stupidly, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, before he leaned in, kissing around your aerola until your nipple hardened, his other hand gently kneading your neglected breast. You were moaning in his lap, head thrown back, but your fingers were fumbling to unbutton his jeans, revealing his boxers, a small wet patch staining the fabric. Suho couldn’t even pretend to be embarrassed, he just wanted you so badly that he lifted his hips so you could tug his jeans off. Your tongue darted out, swiping over your lower lip while your hand grasped his cock through his boxers, giving it a good squeeze and Suho groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Take your pants off,” he grunted, swatting your hands away away from his crotch. The laughter that rang out from your mouth wasn’t malicious, but rather amused. Your pants landed in a heap next to his, and then you were sat in front of him in only your panties, which he hooked his fingers into, taking them off. He inhaled sharply, running his hands over your legs, before finding your waist and you shuddered at his touch. The anticipation was building in his groin and he had to focus all his willpower not to come just at the mere sight of you. With a small grin, you scooted up to straddle his hips, and he involuntarily bucked his hips. God, he couldn’t wait to be inside of you.
Slowly, you tugged his boxers off, your eyes all but glued to his cock, and he couldn’t help but twitch.
He stared, as you slowly leaned down until he could feel his warm breath on his cock head, and then, your warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching out to grab onto your hair as you started sucking him off, but it was just too much. “Stop, or I’m gonna come.”
Suho tugged you off his cock reluctantly, but at the sight of you, lips smeared with saliva and a little bit of him, he knew it was the right decision. You were gonna ruin him. Suho leaned in to kiss you, and the taste of himself on your lips should turn him off, but instead, he just got addicted to it. Your hands were on his chest, pushing him back only slightly, and he let you, watching as you settled back against on his thighs, your wet folds sliding over his aching cock.
“Are you clean?” you asked, matter of fact lt., and his mind was a bit fogged, but he nodded. “Me too. And I’m on the pill. Can I take you bare?”
You really fucking never stopped rendering him speechless, did you?
“Yah, are you trying to kill me?” he choked out, his cupping the back of your neck to pull you down. “Come here.”
He kissed you hungrily, licking into your mouth but you pulled away, your breath hot on his face.
“Can I?”
“Yes, woman, of course,” Suho panted, pressing his lips against yours again. Distantly, he could feel your hands wrap around him, before you sunk down on him and he nearly blacked out.
It got quiet in your bedroom, the only sound being your and Suho’s heavy breaths until you’ve fully sat on him, the combination of your slick and his precome making it far too easy.
“Fuck,” you muttered, letting out a deep breath, seemingly adjusting to him and he bit his lip, resisting the urge to move his hips.
“You okay?”
You nodded, and his hands found your waist, while you leaned on his chest, before you started riding him. The bedroom filled with both your and Suho’s moans, combined with the sound of skin slapping skin.
Suho was enthralled by you, the pleasure obvious on your face, and he reached up to push your hair out of your eyes, his thumb slipping into your mouth and you lapped your tongue at it.
It felt so good, being inside of you, so much better than anything he could ever have imagined, his arm wrapping around your waist so he could fuck up into you, making you moan out his name.
“Suho-yah…”
“Fuck, I’ve always imagined how you’d sound moaning out my name like this,” Suho whispered, his hips thrusting into you relentlessly, you answers were small whines. “Always such a big mouth on you, but you just wanted oppa to fuck you senseless, didn’t you?”
You gasped out a moan, pushing at his chest.
“You’re an ass,” you sighed softly, absolutely no heat in your tone, sitting up so you could ride him, and Suho let you, pressing his heels into the mattress so he could sit up, and you groaned, the new angle hitting you deeper than before. While you still fucked yourself on his cock, Suho littered your body with kisses, his hand kneading your breasts, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.
You leaned down to kiss him, both of your mouths messy, but neither of you cared, the pleasure of being together too much.
His hand found your clit, pressing his thumb down lightly, moving it in circular motions, and your eyes rolled back, your chest heaving.
“I’m so close,” you gasped out, and Suho reached for your waist, biting his lip. He had been feeling his climax coming for a while, but he was holding back, wanting you to finish first.
“Where do you want me?” he grunted out, and you shook your head, your hand running up his neck, then cupping his face, your eyes trained on him.
“Inside, oppa.”
That was his last straw.
With a moan of your name, Suho spilled inside of you, and you clung to his chest, as you moaned, overtaken by your own orgasm. Breathing deeply, you slumped on top of him, both of your bodies sticky, and Suho was tempted to stay like this, but he couldn’t.
“Let me go grab a towel for you,” he said gently, reluctantly pulling out of you, before turning you, so you wouldn’t your bed all messy.
“Bathroom’s on your right,” you mumbled softly, and Suho grinned to himself as he padded to the bathroom to grab a towel, wetting it in the sink. It wasn’t long, before he returned, kneeling on the mattress between your legs to clean yourself up before he turned to himself, tossing the towel into the hamper.
You were watching him with hawk eyes, until he returned to the bed next to you, his arm thrown easily around your shoulder like it was second nature.
“I should’ve known how serious you take your aftercare,” you mumbled into his neck, and he snorted, stroking through your hair with his fingers.
“You’re pliant like a kitten right now, if I had known that a good fuck was all it took, I’d have done it months ago.”
“Shut up,” you huffed, swatting at his chest half-heartedly, but Suho wrapping your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles.
“I need you to know though, this isn’t just a fuck to me,” he admitted and you peered up at him, eyes wide. “I’m not… Built like that. I’d really like to take you out on a date. If you want.”
You stared at him with an open mouth, before the you quirked a smile at him.
“You really are dense.”
“Yah!”
“Do you really think I would’ve kept this shit up for this long if I didn’t like you?” you asked, amused and Suho only shrugged, embarrassed.
“You said I was hot,” he pointed out and you rolled your eyes.
“Suho, you are hot. But you’re also incredibly kind, and sweet. Wooyoung always tells me how you never shut up about your halmeoni and how you put Seongje in his place when he gets too rowdy.”
Suho pressed his lips together, his cheeks pinking.
“Yah, Wooyoung should really keep his mouth shut if he doesn’t want to die,” he muttered and you only shook your head at him, fond.
“Didn’t you know that both of our teams have a bet running on when we’d finally give in?”
He let out a scoff, letting his head fall back into the pillow. So everyone knew but him. Had he always been this bad at recognizing hints?
“Who’s winning right now?” he wanted to know and you only hummed with a shrug of your shoulders.
“I think it was Seongje, honestly. He bet for your first game of the season.”
Suho pulled a face. He did not want Seongje to win this.
“… Who’s next?”
“Haeun..? I think,” You said, wrinkling your nose in thought. “Our first game.”
He liked that much better.
“Let’s keep this quiet for now, so Haeun can win, okay?” Suho hummed, nosing along your neck, and you snickered.
“I’m sure they already know, but we can try, sure.”
Suho let out a small noise of dissent at that.
“Aish… I can’t believe everyone knew. Iwish someone had told me, it would’ve spared me so much anguish. I couldn’t decide whether to strangle or take you.”
Huffing out a laugh, you peered up at him. “Well, you know now.”
“Yeah, at least I know now,” Suho agreed readily, flipping you over so he could cage you in, his hair falling into his eyes. “And I know exactly what to do if you’re getting mouthy with your oppa.”
“Yah!” You exclaimed, but the rest of your complaint was swallowed in a small sigh when he started peppering wet kisses down your neck.
He liked this, knowing how to shut you up.
“Better luck next time, Ahn Suho!”
“Aish,” the new pitcher whistled, shaking his head, squinting his eyes at the bleachers. It was the last ten minutes of practice, and like clockwork, you had walked in a couple of minutes ago. “She’s mean, huh?”
Suho only snickered, pushing his cap further down on his face, trying to hide his pink cheeks. “That’s my girlfriend.”
Like you had promised, the first week you kept it quiet. It was nice, having something just for him and you (and Sieun, but Suho had sworn him to secrecy. His best friend had said that he couldn’t care less about his new relationship, but Suho could tell he was happy). But then, at your first game, he had come on the field after you won, swaggering like he belonged there.
You were hugging Haeun, a smirk on your face when you saw him.
“What, you couldn’t wait to congratulate me?” you asked, and he only rolled his eyes with a grin.
“You’re such a pain.”
You grabbed a fistful of his shirt before you leaned up to kiss him in front of the entire school, and the bleachers erupted in whistles and cheers, but Suho only had eyes for you.
You never really stopped pulling on his imaginary pigtails even after you officially got together. People who didn’t know you or Suho were always surprised when they found out that you were dating. But Suho couldn’t find it in himself to care when he knew he could fuck you into the couch when he got home. Sieun wasn’t a big fan.
BONUS:
It was unwritten law on campus that the significant other of an athlete wore their varsity jackets to games, but it was differed with you and Suho. You’d never wear his varsity jacket and he didn’t mind, because he knew that the softball team had their own jackets. He also knew that it could feel deameaning, putting on his varsity jacket felt like getting stamped with a label. But one time, you made an exception. It was late when he came home, soft music playing from the speakers. He found you in the living room, sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine while wearing his varsity jacket, and a pair of panties and his mind short-circuited. It wasn’t long before the magazine laid forgotten on the floor. Suho never was able to look at his jacket afterwards without popping a raging hard on. Damn you.
God really did put you on this earth to test him.
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author's note: I rlly had so much fun writing them🥹
“Not bad for an amateur,” you hummed, sipping on your drink and Suho’s face soured.
“We won.”
What a lame fucking thing to say. God, you really had a talent of rendering Suho to a fucking imbecile.
A grin curled on your lips, predatory, like you had set out a trap and Suho walked right into it.
“I know, I was there.”
OR; Suho is very frustrated. You frustrate him. Mentally and sexually. Mostly sexually.
──𖤐 pairing: baseball captain!ahn suho x softball captain!reader | college au
──𖤐 warnings: this is very much 18+ y'all so MDNI! pinv
──𖤐 word count: 6.1k
──𖤐 author's note: THIS IS SO SILLY BUT IM OBSESSED WITH THEM!! happy reading 🫶🏼
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Ahn Suho would describe himself as a quite level headed person. He wasn’t easily provoked, nor annoyed.
Well, that was until he met you.
The captain of the women’s softball team, the bane of Suho’s existence. He’d never even realized how much frustration and pain a person could cause him until you came into his life.
Suho had seen you around campus before but he never really knew your name. Not that he didn’t want to, he just never got around to it. Last fall semester, the women’s softball team were allocated the time slot for practice right after the baseball team.
Suho and the rest of his team mates were just jogging around the field to cool down after their practice when the women’s softball team filed into the bleachers.
“I heard they have a new captain,” Wooyoung said, peering into the bleachers. “I wonder if she’s any good.”
“Anyone’s better than that bitch Kang Hana,” Seongje snorted, yelping in pain when Suho slapped him upside the head.
“Yah, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Suho asked him with a frown, shaking his head. “Just because she didn’t want to go out with you, doesn’t make her a bitch. Otherwise the rest of the female student body would also be bitches. Punk.”
“Aish… This fake chivalry doesn’t fool anyone,” Seongje complained, glaring at Suho.
“Don’t make me kick your ass,” Suho threatened him, raising his fist and Seongje only flinched a little, Suho had to give him that.
“Ignore him,” Wooyoung said placatingly, pulling Suho back. “He’s just jealous that all the girls are into you.”
“Oh please,” Seongje scoffed in disbelief, but he was immediately proven wrong when they reached the bleachers and the girls’ football team greeted Suho.
“Suho-oppa!” Haeun called, one of the younger girls called, waving him over. You were standing next to her, your arms crossed. “Come say hi to our new captain!”
You eyed him up slowly, deliberately and when you met his eyes, his groins tightened. Fuck, you were trouble. And so pretty.
“Hey,” Suho said, offering you his hand, masking his nerves. “Ahn Suho.”
You introduced yourself with an amused grin as you shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. To a good season?”
“To a good season.”
And what a fucking joke that was.
While they did indeed win all their games of the season, you had somehow made it your mission to get under his skin.
And not in a good way.
You were shit-talking him, taking the time out of your day to come earlier to practice to catch the tail end of his practice, commenting on whatever he did wrong. And there was a lot that he did wrong when you were around, because there was something about you that just threw him for a spin.
Suho genuinely didn’t even know where the sudden behavior change stemmed from. When he first met you, you seemed to like him just fine, and no one else on the team seemed to have problems with you, so it wasn’t some weird softball/baseball rivalry. It was just him you seemed to pick fights with.
Thing was, it confused the hell out of him. Whenever you ribbed him, teased him, it annoyed him but it also really fucking turned him on. Was it a hidden humiliation kink or was it just you?
Sometimes Suho wanted to push you against the wall and then kiss you. Just to see what you’d do.
You’d probably kick him in the balls. So that was definitely not a viable option. But he was running out of ideas.
Come spring, when they found out their practice slot was still just ahead of the girls’ softball team, Suho had asked the dean for another field for his team to practice on, anything to escape your ridicule, but Mr. Kim only looked at him like he had grown a second head.
So he dreaded every day that he had practice, dreaded and longed for them because he knew he’d see you. And he had to suffer your teasing.
It was nearing three pm in the afternoon, the end of their practice. They had about just enough time for two plays, and Suho wanted to use every single second of practice before their first game of the season the following weekend.
Wooyoung was standing in the pitcher’s mound, tossing the ball in his hand and Suho nodded his chin at him, turning the bat in his hand. The sun was beating down on them, announcing the arrival of summer, and Suho ignored the bead of sweat running down his temple.
Wooyoung threw the ball and Suho narrowed his eyes against the small shadow of it against the sun light, gripping his bat as he waited for the right moment to swing it when-
“Ahn Suho!”
His grip on the bat slipped and the ball hit the edge of the barrel, before falling pathetically on the ground just a few inches away from his foot.
Suho turned around to see you walking towards the bleachers, a faux shocked expression on your face.
“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t realize it was this easy to distract you.”
Suho clenched his jaw and Seongje had the audacity to laugh, doubling over and leaning on his bat for support.
“Yah, didn’t they teach you to not distract someone who’s trying to focus?” Suho yelled in your direction and you only pursed your lips, leaning back on the bench.
“Nah, if you’re good enough, nothing can distract you,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. “Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are.”
Seongje laughed so hard, there were fucking tears coming out of his eyes.
“Don’t be fucking rude,” Suho hissed at him, kicking at his bat making Seongje fall over. Still, the laughter didn’t cease.
“Oh god, I’ll never get tired of her,” Seongje said after his laugh finally subsided. “I wish I got under your skin as she does.”
His eyes twinkled behind his glasses, the way they always did when he set his sights on someone and it made Suho’s blood boil.
“Don’t even think about it, you punk.”
Seongje only snickered, clapping Suho’s back. “Don’t worry, Cap. I know a lost cause when I see one. See you Thursday.”
Seongje grabbed his bag from the bench, hauling it over his shoulders before he disappeared towards the locker room. Suho only shook his head with a sigh, reaching for his water bottle, trying to ignore that you were right there.
“I hope for the sake of your team that you’re gonna do better on Saturday,” you drawled, leaning forward and Suho spared you only a very brief look as he drank his water. If he wasn’t careful, he’d choke.
“The crowds at our games usually cheer for us, I don’t know how it is for yours.”
That was a lie. Last semester, he went to all but one game of your softball team, and only because he had promised his halmeoni he’d drive her up to Busan that day. Your eyes sparkled at him and he nearly shit his pants. Suho looked around, looking for anyone to help.
Wooyoung was still talking to Haeun - Suho was pretty sure that he was into her brother - and the rest of his team was already halfway in the locker rooms. No one to save him.
“Yah, I’m just preparing you for the inevitable moment when you mess up,” you pointed out with an easy grin.
Suho should go, just turn around and leave. But his feet stayed rooted right where he was. Maybe he was a little masochistic.
“Why, are you going to be there to heckle me?” he asked in exasperation, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Your eyes followed his movement.
“That an invitation?”
“Ya, unnie!” Haeun yelled, her hand cupped over her mouth. “Are we practicing or what?”
Somehow, Suho had completely tuned out his surroundings. While he was verbally sparring with you, Wooyoung - that little fucker - had upped and left, the remaining players of your team had gathered on the field.
“You staying to watch some real sport?” you asked, pulling your cap over your head and Suho let out a scoff.
“You’re funny.”
“Thanks, I’m not even trying,” you laughed, stepping down the stairs. “See you around Ahn Suho.”
With that, you walked down the pitch in quick strides, assembling your team leaving Suho alone with his very mixed feelings.
“Aish… She’s so annoying,” Suho muttered to himself when he finally got home. He threw his sports bag in the corner of the living room before flopping down on the couch. The sound of pen scribbling on paper ceased.
Sieun must have been studying.
“You’re dirty,” Sieun stated flatly and Suho only gave him a thumbs up, not even lifting his head.
“Don’t you have showers in the locker rooms?”
“Didn’t feel like it.”
Suho could basically feel Sieun’s eyes burning into the back of his head, but he didn’t even have the strength to explain himself.
“Was practice that bad?”
“Not practice,” Suho muttered, his voice muffled by the couch cushions.
“Here we go again.”
Sieun sounded exasperated, like he knew exactly where this was going and Suho couldn’t even blame him because this was his routine: practice, getting absolutely verbally eviscerated by you and then moaning about it to Sieun.
“I don’t even know why she hates me so much,” Suho grumbled. “She’s so mean, but so pretty. I’d rather do anythingelse than fight with her.”
Sieun groaned, tipping his head back.
“Please keep your juvenile sex dreams to yourself,” he said dryly and Suho glared at him.
“Yah, do you think I like being like this? It’s embarrassing.”
“That’s the first time you said something that’s correct.”
“Why don’t you just help me instead of complaining about me?” Suho whined, and Sieun sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. The living room grew silent, and Suho lifted his head to check if Sieun had left, but he was still sitting at the table.
“Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why she’s annoying you?” Sieun asked, always with the absolute analytical mind.
“God put her on this earth to test me.”
Sieun sighed, his nostrils flaring and Suho waved his arms around dramatically.
“Why would I question why she’s annoying me? She obviously enjoys seeing me miserable.”
“People always have a motive for acting the way they do,” Sieun pointed out. “If you find out why, you can turn it around on her.”
“I want to turn her around,” Suho didn’t say, because Sieun would probably stab him.
“I guess so,” he said instead, sighing softly, and Sieun rolled his eyes, picking up his pen again.
“Now can you please get a fucking shower, you smell like the inside of Baku’s shoes.”
With a groan, Suho forced himself up, heading towards the showers because he knew he was testing Sieun’s limits. But his words rang in his ear, because Sieun just voiced everything he ever wondered. It wasn’t that fucking easy though, because Suho just knew that you’d probably laugh in his face if he ever asked you outright.
When Suho’s game rolled around on Saturday, the nerves were… Okay. It was their first game, yes, but despite you needling him about his skills, he knew he was good. And because he was a fucking idiot, he kept glancing towards the bleachers, trying to find you. Suho never looked too long because one, he’d actually die of embarrassment if you caught him looking for you and two he actually had a fucking game to play.
They did win, in the end. Thanks God. One less thing you could make fun of.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come to the party?” Suho asked as he fixed his hair in the mirror. Sieun found his eyes through the reflected, his mouth a flat line. Suho knew it was a lost cause. Sieun had already gone to see Suho’s play and that was more than enough of socialization for Sieun in one day. Coming to the after party Seongje was throwing at his frat was probably breaking the mould.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life.”
“Aish, forget I asked,” Suho muttered, shaking his head. “Don’t wait up.”
“Don’t get fucking wasted.”
Suho opened the door to leave, before he paused, checking his reflection one more time. The chances were high that you’d be there so he wanted to make sure he looked good. Maybe you’d be so distracted by his good looks that you’d forget to make fun of him. It hadn’t happened yet, but sue Suho for dreaming.
“… Call me if you need a ride.”
Suho grinned. His best friend was a big softie.
“Love you too.”
The party was already in full swing when Suho arrived at the frat house. Just as he stepped through the door, hit with the smell of various sorts of alcohol and sweating bodies, he asked himself the question he always did: why did he let Seongje throw their after parties at his frat?
And Suho always came to the same conclusion: he didn’t have to organize shit, nor did he have to clean up the next day, he could just come whenever and leave whenever.
“Ahn Suho!” some kid immediately yelled as he laid his eyes on Suho, everyone’s heads turning towards him, and it turned into well-wishes and congrats.
“That game was insane!” someone else said, his cheeks streaked with the colors of their university. “Let’s hope the rest of the season will be the same!”
“Suho-oppa, I made you a poster, did you see me on the bleachers?” a girl said, sidling up to him and he gave her a kind smile.
“I didn’t, but thanks for the support.”
“Find me for a drink, okay!” she called, as Suho was dragged into another hug.
“Took you long enough!” Wooyoung said, shaking Suho’s shoulder wildly.
“Yah, how much have you had to drink already?” Suho asked him amused and Wooyoung only shrugged with his shoulders, giving him a lopsided grin.
“Jun is getting me another drink.”
Ah. Jun, Haeun’s brother.
Suho acted nonchalant, clearing his throat.
“I’m surprised Jun’s here, ‘s not really his scene, is it?”
“He came with Haeun,” Wooyoung replied and Suho only nodded slowly.
“The girl’s softball team is here?”
He tried to keep his voice light, but Wooyoung gave him a knowing look.
“Yes, they’re here.”
“Aish, you’ve had too much too drink already,” Suho scoffed, but Wooyoung only shook his head, they both of them springing apart when Seongje pushed himself between them.
“Yah, we’re doing shots in the kitchen!” Seongje yelled at him, waving a bottle of soju around, his free hand grabbing at Wooyoung and pulling himself into the kitchen. Suho was about to follow them with a sigh, when he glanced sideways, only to come in direct eye contact with you, leaning against a wall in the hallway. You were wearing a black top, one sleeve hung off your shoulder, showing off miles and miles of smooth skin Suho wanted to explore.
Suho pressed his lips together.
Just turn and go into the kitchen.
Fucking run.
He walked towards you.
You drank him in slowly, your cup sitting in your hand loosely, like you wouldn’t care if it dropped to the floor or not. You were too focused on him. Maybe you were finally distracted.
“Not bad for an amateur,” you hummed, sipping on your drink and Suho’s face soured.
“We won.”
What a lame fucking thing to say. God, you really had a talent of rendering Suho to a fucking imbecile.
A grin curled on your lips, predatory, like you had set out a trap and Suho walked right into it.
“I know, I was there.”
Suho acted like learning that information didn’t phase him at all, even if it made him a little giddy inside.
“You were?”
“What, you didn’t hear me cheer for you?”
“Ah I think I did hear some distinct booing over the cheers,” he said thoughtfully and you laughed, shaking your head a little.
“Well, I’ll make sure to boo a little louder next time, just so you won’t miss it.”
“Aish…” Suho scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Would it kill you to say one nice thing to me?”
“So your big head gets even bigger?”
“Yah, did I win a single’s game?” Suho grumbled. “It was a team effort. Wouldn’t it be nice to show some respect to your fellow athletes?”
The corner of your mouth quirked up in a grin and you sighed softly, like he was a nuisance. “Fine, then. Congrats on your win.”
It was half-hearted, and he narowedS his eyes at you. He couldn’t even act like he bought that. “You didn’t mean that.”
You stared at him before letting out a laugh, covering your mouth quickly. Suho only watched, careful until you stopped laughing, your cheeks red. You looked like you were having fun, but not in a way that meant you enjoyed tormenting him, More like in way of you liked his company.
“…. Are you enjoying this?” he asked, incredulously.
“What if I am?”
Your grin was coy as you looked up at him through your lashes, and he felt his cock stirr in his boxers. Good God he was so doomed.
But something about the way you said it made him pause, realization hitting him a split second after.
“You’re flirting with me.”
It was a statement more than it was a question and you let out a breathy laugh.
“Wow and people say athletes are dumb, look at you! You finally figured it out!”
What.
Is this some sort of sick joke?
“What?” Suho spluttered, flabbergasted. “You’ve been nothing but antagonistic ever since I’ve known you.”
“I wasn’t antagonistic,” you corrected him. “I was being irritating.”
“What’s the difference! You were a pain in the ass,” Suho scowled and your grin only widened.
“Oppa,” you said, the sudden intimate honorific making Suho shudder, almost activating his fight or flight reflexes, but he knew had no chance against you. “Do you even realize how hot you are when you’re annoyed?”
“I- What?”
Suho froze, his chin dropping. Suddenly he felt hot. Did someone turn on the heat? He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“I did really enjoy this back and forth,” you said, pushing away from the wall, your eyes still on him. “But I think it’s ready to move on.”
You turned, walking a few steps but Suho was still rooted in the spot, his brain firing all synapses at once he couldn’t think.
“Have you ever been to my place?”
Suho blinked at you, as you grinned at him before you walked around the corner and he finally broke out of his stupor.
“Fuck.”
He was quick to follow you but suddenly everyone seemed to be walking right into his path.
“Ya, Suho where are you going?” Seongje asked him, gripping his shoulder tight but Suho ducked out from under his hold, trying not to lose you in the crowd, but the back of your head already slipped out the front door.
“I think I need to go,” Suho quickly said, not even bothering to explain. “If there’s no life sign of me by tomorrow, I’m dead. But I died happily.”
“What?”
Suho ignored Seongje, shouldering past the drunk people and when he finally made it out of the house, you were nowhere to be found.
“What the hell?” he muttered, looking around the porch, but you were gone. Then, his phone pinged; an unknown number dropped him a location.
“Aish…”
Suho glared at his screen for a good five seconds before he started running like his life depended on it. It wasn’t long until he reached your apartment, a building not too far from campus. One look at his phone told him you were on the second floor, third apartment to the right. Suho banged on the door with his fist and it didn’t take long for you to open, the same cocky grin on your face as always.
“Are you insane?” he asked, letting out a breath. “Why would you just drop something like that and leave?”
You pressed your lips together, laughing. “I wanted to see if you would chase after me.”
“You’re a fucking minx.”
Your eyes sparkled at him.
“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”
For once, Suho recognized the trap for what it was: an invitation. And he’d gladly accept. His hand slid around the back of your neck, tilting your head up so he could kiss you.
You groaned against his lips, kissing him back while he pushed into you, forcing you to take a few steps into your apartment. Distracted with trying to map out your mouth with his tongue, Suho shut the door behind him, pushing you against the wall, the back of his hand cushioning your head. You kissed the way you fought, unforgiving and passionate and Suho didn’t mind, at all.
“Took you long enough,” you gasped against his mouth.
“Shut up.”
His hands ran down your waist, before grabbing on your thighs, lifting you up. Almost instantly you locked your legs around his waist, and Suho had to bite back a laugh. It was almost comical how compatible you and him seemed.
“Where’s your bedroom?” Suho asked, reluctantly pulling away.
“Down the hallway.”
Without waiting for any further instructions, Suho walked down the hallway, one hand holding onto your waist, the other pushing the door open. He tossed you on the bed without much finesse, before he hovered over you, your hands already all over him.
Your fingers were nimble as they slipped beneath his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders; the way you were looking at him stole all the oxygen out of his lungs. Suho needed to breathe.
“You’re not drunk, right?” Suho asked, because there was no way he was doing this if there was even a sliver of a chance you’d regret this the next day. Your face softened and you ducked your head, chuckling quietly.
“God, you made it so hard to tease you sometimes,” you sighed, and he raised an eyebrow at you.
“That was you struggling to tease me? Aegiyah, you rode me harder than all of my high school teachers.”
You narowed your eyebrows at him, intrigued and he realized his choice of words, a flush creeping up his neck.
“Oh really? Now we can’t have that, can we?”
“Yah,” Suho argued weakly but you dragged him closer by the front of his shirt.
“Come here.”
His shoes were kicked off before he helped you take off his shirt, which was then tossed somewhere into your room. You straddled his lap, your fingers tracing along the defined lines of his upper body and he tried not to tense under your scrutinized eyes.
“It’s insane how well built you are,” you mumbled, hands splaying on his skin. “I’m gonna eat you up.”
You rolled your hips on him as you said those words, the pressure on his hardened cock, trapped in his jeans was nearly too much for him.
“Don’t be a tease,” Suho grunted, his hands slipping under your top to take it off, raking his eyes over the lacy black bra you were wearing. He didn’t even have any difficulty snapping your bra open with one hand, his eyes as wide as saucers when you bared your chest to him.
“Waah…” he said, stupidly, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, before he leaned in, kissing around your aerola until your nipple hardened, his other hand gently kneading your neglected breast. You were moaning in his lap, head thrown back, but your fingers were fumbling to unbutton his jeans, revealing his boxers, a small wet patch staining the fabric. Suho couldn’t even pretend to be embarrassed, he just wanted you so badly that he lifted his hips so you could tug his jeans off. Your tongue darted out, swiping over your lower lip while your hand grasped his cock through his boxers, giving it a good squeeze and Suho groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Take your pants off,” he grunted, swatting your hands away away from his crotch. The laughter that rang out from your mouth wasn’t malicious, but rather amused. Your pants landed in a heap next to his, and then you were sat in front of him in only your panties, which he hooked his fingers into, taking them off. He inhaled sharply, running his hands over your legs, before finding your waist and you shuddered at his touch. The anticipation was building in his groin and he had to focus all his willpower not to come just at the mere sight of you. With a small grin, you scooted up to straddle his hips, and he involuntarily bucked his hips. God, he couldn’t wait to be inside of you.
Slowly, you tugged his boxers off, your eyes all but glued to his cock, and he couldn’t help but twitch.
He stared, as you slowly leaned down until he could feel his warm breath on his cock head, and then, your warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching out to grab onto your hair as you started sucking him off, but it was just too much. “Stop, or I’m gonna come.”
Suho tugged you off his cock reluctantly, but at the sight of you, lips smeared with saliva and a little bit of him, he knew it was the right decision. You were gonna ruin him. Suho leaned in to kiss you, and the taste of himself on your lips should turn him off, but instead, he just got addicted to it. Your hands were on his chest, pushing him back only slightly, and he let you, watching as you settled back against on his thighs, your wet folds sliding over his aching cock.
“Are you clean?” you asked, matter of fact lt., and his mind was a bit fogged, but he nodded. “Me too. And I’m on the pill. Can I take you bare?”
You really fucking never stopped rendering him speechless, did you?
“Yah, are you trying to kill me?” he choked out, his cupping the back of your neck to pull you down. “Come here.”
He kissed you hungrily, licking into your mouth but you pulled away, your breath hot on his face.
“Can I?”
“Yes, woman, of course,” Suho panted, pressing his lips against yours again. Distantly, he could feel your hands wrap around him, before you sunk down on him and he nearly blacked out.
It got quiet in your bedroom, the only sound being your and Suho’s heavy breaths until you’ve fully sat on him, the combination of your slick and his precome making it far too easy.
“Fuck,” you muttered, letting out a deep breath, seemingly adjusting to him and he bit his lip, resisting the urge to move his hips.
“You okay?”
You nodded, and his hands found your waist, while you leaned on his chest, before you started riding him. The bedroom filled with both your and Suho’s moans, combined with the sound of skin slapping skin.
Suho was enthralled by you, the pleasure obvious on your face, and he reached up to push your hair out of your eyes, his thumb slipping into your mouth and you lapped your tongue at it.
It felt so good, being inside of you, so much better than anything he could ever have imagined, his arm wrapping around your waist so he could fuck up into you, making you moan out his name.
“Suho-yah…”
“Fuck, I’ve always imagined how you’d sound moaning out my name like this,” Suho whispered, his hips thrusting into you relentlessly, you answers were small whines. “Always such a big mouth on you, but you just wanted oppa to fuck you senseless, didn’t you?”
You gasped out a moan, pushing at his chest.
“You’re an ass,” you sighed softly, absolutely no heat in your tone, sitting up so you could ride him, and Suho let you, pressing his heels into the mattress so he could sit up, and you groaned, the new angle hitting you deeper than before. While you still fucked yourself on his cock, Suho littered your body with kisses, his hand kneading your breasts, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.
You leaned down to kiss him, both of your mouths messy, but neither of you cared, the pleasure of being together too much.
His hand found your clit, pressing his thumb down lightly, moving it in circular motions, and your eyes rolled back, your chest heaving.
“I’m so close,” you gasped out, and Suho reached for your waist, biting his lip. He had been feeling his climax coming for a while, but he was holding back, wanting you to finish first.
“Where do you want me?” he grunted out, and you shook your head, your hand running up his neck, then cupping his face, your eyes trained on him.
“Inside, oppa.”
That was his last straw.
With a moan of your name, Suho spilled inside of you, and you clung to his chest, as you moaned, overtaken by your own orgasm. Breathing deeply, you slumped on top of him, both of your bodies sticky, and Suho was tempted to stay like this, but he couldn’t.
“Let me go grab a towel for you,” he said gently, reluctantly pulling out of you, before turning you, so you wouldn’t your bed all messy.
“Bathroom’s on your right,” you mumbled softly, and Suho grinned to himself as he padded to the bathroom to grab a towel, wetting it in the sink. It wasn’t long, before he returned, kneeling on the mattress between your legs to clean yourself up before he turned to himself, tossing the towel into the hamper.
You were watching him with hawk eyes, until he returned to the bed next to you, his arm thrown easily around your shoulder like it was second nature.
“I should’ve known how serious you take your aftercare,” you mumbled into his neck, and he snorted, stroking through your hair with his fingers.
“You’re pliant like a kitten right now, if I had known that a good fuck was all it took, I’d have done it months ago.”
“Shut up,” you huffed, swatting at his chest half-heartedly, but Suho wrapping your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles.
“I need you to know though, this isn’t just a fuck to me,” he admitted and you peered up at him, eyes wide. “I’m not… Built like that. I’d really like to take you out on a date. If you want.”
You stared at him with an open mouth, before the you quirked a smile at him.
“You really are dense.”
“Yah!”
“Do you really think I would’ve kept this shit up for this long if I didn’t like you?” you asked, amused and Suho only shrugged, embarrassed.
“You said I was hot,” he pointed out and you rolled your eyes.
“Suho, you are hot. But you’re also incredibly kind, and sweet. Wooyoung always tells me how you never shut up about your halmeoni and how you put Seongje in his place when he gets too rowdy.”
Suho pressed his lips together, his cheeks pinking.
“Yah, Wooyoung should really keep his mouth shut if he doesn’t want to die,” he muttered and you only shook your head at him, fond.
“Didn’t you know that both of our teams have a bet running on when we’d finally give in?”
He let out a scoff, letting his head fall back into the pillow. So everyone knew but him. Had he always been this bad at recognizing hints?
“Who’s winning right now?” he wanted to know and you only hummed with a shrug of your shoulders.
“I think it was Seongje, honestly. He bet for your first game of the season.”
Suho pulled a face. He did not want Seongje to win this.
“… Who’s next?”
“Haeun..? I think,” You said, wrinkling your nose in thought. “Our first game.”
He liked that much better.
“Let’s keep this quiet for now, so Haeun can win, okay?” Suho hummed, nosing along your neck, and you snickered.
“I’m sure they already know, but we can try, sure.”
Suho let out a small noise of dissent at that.
“Aish… I can’t believe everyone knew. Iwish someone had told me, it would’ve spared me so much anguish. I couldn’t decide whether to strangle or take you.”
Huffing out a laugh, you peered up at him. “Well, you know now.”
“Yeah, at least I know now,” Suho agreed readily, flipping you over so he could cage you in, his hair falling into his eyes. “And I know exactly what to do if you’re getting mouthy with your oppa.”
“Yah!” You exclaimed, but the rest of your complaint was swallowed in a small sigh when he started peppering wet kisses down your neck.
He liked this, knowing how to shut you up.
“Better luck next time, Ahn Suho!”
“Aish,” the new pitcher whistled, shaking his head, squinting his eyes at the bleachers. It was the last ten minutes of practice, and like clockwork, you had walked in a couple of minutes ago. “She’s mean, huh?”
Suho only snickered, pushing his cap further down on his face, trying to hide his pink cheeks. “That’s my girlfriend.”
Like you had promised, the first week you kept it quiet. It was nice, having something just for him and you (and Sieun, but Suho had sworn him to secrecy. His best friend had said that he couldn’t care less about his new relationship, but Suho could tell he was happy). But then, at your first game, he had come on the field after you won, swaggering like he belonged there.
You were hugging Haeun, a smirk on your face when you saw him.
“What, you couldn’t wait to congratulate me?” you asked, and he only rolled his eyes with a grin.
“You’re such a pain.”
You grabbed a fistful of his shirt before you leaned up to kiss him in front of the entire school, and the bleachers erupted in whistles and cheers, but Suho only had eyes for you.
You never really stopped pulling on his imaginary pigtails even after you officially got together. People who didn’t know you or Suho were always surprised when they found out that you were dating. But Suho couldn’t find it in himself to care when he knew he could fuck you into the couch when he got home. Sieun wasn’t a big fan.
BONUS:
It was unwritten law on campus that the significant other of an athlete wore their varsity jackets to games, but it was differed with you and Suho. You’d never wear his varsity jacket and he didn’t mind, because he knew that the softball team had their own jackets. He also knew that it could feel deameaning, putting on his varsity jacket felt like getting stamped with a label. But one time, you made an exception. It was late when he came home, soft music playing from the speakers. He found you in the living room, sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine while wearing his varsity jacket, and a pair of panties and his mind short-circuited. It wasn’t long before the magazine laid forgotten on the floor. Suho never was able to look at his jacket afterwards without popping a raging hard on. Damn you.
God really did put you on this earth to test him.
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author's note: I rlly had so much fun writing them🥹
“Not bad for an amateur,” you hummed, sipping on your drink and Suho’s face soured.
“We won.”
What a lame fucking thing to say. God, you really had a talent of rendering Suho to a fucking imbecile.
A grin curled on your lips, predatory, like you had set out a trap and Suho walked right into it.
“I know, I was there.”
OR; Suho is very frustrated. You frustrate him. Mentally and sexually. Mostly sexually.
──𖤐 pairing: baseball captain!ahn suho x softball captain!reader | college au
──𖤐 warnings: this is very much 18+ y'all so MDNI! pinv
──𖤐 word count: 6.1k
──𖤐 author's note: THIS IS SO SILLY BUT IM OBSESSED WITH THEM!! happy reading 🫶🏼
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Ahn Suho would describe himself as a quite level headed person. He wasn’t easily provoked, nor annoyed.
Well, that was until he met you.
The captain of the women’s softball team, the bane of Suho’s existence. He’d never even realized how much frustration and pain a person could cause him until you came into his life.
Suho had seen you around campus before but he never really knew your name. Not that he didn’t want to, he just never got around to it. Last fall semester, the women’s softball team were allocated the time slot for practice right after the baseball team.
Suho and the rest of his team mates were just jogging around the field to cool down after their practice when the women’s softball team filed into the bleachers.
“I heard they have a new captain,” Wooyoung said, peering into the bleachers. “I wonder if she’s any good.”
“Anyone’s better than that bitch Kang Hana,” Seongje snorted, yelping in pain when Suho slapped him upside the head.
“Yah, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Suho asked him with a frown, shaking his head. “Just because she didn’t want to go out with you, doesn’t make her a bitch. Otherwise the rest of the female student body would also be bitches. Punk.”
“Aish… This fake chivalry doesn’t fool anyone,” Seongje complained, glaring at Suho.
“Don’t make me kick your ass,” Suho threatened him, raising his fist and Seongje only flinched a little, Suho had to give him that.
“Ignore him,” Wooyoung said placatingly, pulling Suho back. “He’s just jealous that all the girls are into you.”
“Oh please,” Seongje scoffed in disbelief, but he was immediately proven wrong when they reached the bleachers and the girls’ softball team greeted Suho.
“Suho-oppa!” Haeun called, one of the younger girls called, waving him over. You were standing next to her, your arms crossed. “Come say hi to our new captain!”
You eyed him up slowly, deliberately and when you met his eyes, his groins tightened. Fuck, you were trouble. And so pretty.
“Hey,” Suho said, offering you his hand, masking his nerves. “Ahn Suho.”
You introduced yourself with an amused grin as you shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. To a good season?”
“To a good season.”
And what a fucking joke that was.
While they did indeed win all their games of the season, you had somehow made it your mission to get under his skin.
And not in a good way.
You were shit-talking him, taking the time out of your day to come earlier to practice to catch the tail end of his practice, commenting on whatever he did wrong. And there was a lot that he did wrong when you were around, because there was something about you that just threw him for a spin.
Suho genuinely didn’t even know where the sudden behavior change stemmed from. When he first met you, you seemed to like him just fine, and no one else on the team seemed to have problems with you, so it wasn’t some weird softball/baseball rivalry. It was just him you seemed to pick fights with.
Thing was, it confused the hell out of him. Whenever you ribbed him, teased him, it annoyed him but it also really fucking turned him on. Was it a hidden humiliation kink or was it just you?
Sometimes Suho wanted to push you against the wall and then kiss you. Just to see what you’d do.
You’d probably kick him in the balls. So that was definitely not a viable option. But he was running out of ideas.
Come spring, when they found out their practice slot was still just ahead of the girls’ softball team, Suho had asked the dean for another field for his team to practice on, anything to escape your ridicule, but Mr. Kim only looked at him like he had grown a second head.
So he dreaded every day that he had practice, dreaded and longed for them because he knew he’d see you. And he had to suffer your teasing.
It was nearing three pm in the afternoon, the end of their practice. They had about just enough time for two plays, and Suho wanted to use every single second of practice before their first game of the season the following weekend.
Wooyoung was standing in the pitcher’s mound, tossing the ball in his hand and Suho nodded his chin at him, turning the bat in his hand. The sun was beating down on them, announcing the arrival of summer, and Suho ignored the bead of sweat running down his temple.
Wooyoung threw the ball and Suho narrowed his eyes against the small shadow of it against the sun light, gripping his bat as he waited for the right moment to swing it when-
“Ahn Suho!”
His grip on the bat slipped and the ball hit the edge of the barrel, before falling pathetically on the ground just a few inches away from his foot.
Suho turned around to see you walking towards the bleachers, a faux shocked expression on your face.
“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t realize it was this easy to distract you.”
Suho clenched his jaw and Seongje had the audacity to laugh, doubling over and leaning on his bat for support.
“Yah, didn’t they teach you to not distract someone who’s trying to focus?” Suho yelled in your direction and you only pursed your lips, leaning back on the bench.
“Nah, if you’re good enough, nothing can distract you,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. “Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are.”
Seongje laughed so hard, there were fucking tears coming out of his eyes.
“Don’t be fucking rude,” Suho hissed at him, kicking at his bat making Seongje fall over. Still, the laughter didn’t cease.
“Oh god, I’ll never get tired of her,” Seongje said after his laugh finally subsided. “I wish I got under your skin as she does.”
His eyes twinkled behind his glasses, the way they always did when he set his sights on someone and it made Suho’s blood boil.
“Don’t even think about it, you punk.”
Seongje only snickered, clapping Suho’s back. “Don’t worry, Cap. I know a lost cause when I see one. See you Thursday.”
Seongje grabbed his bag from the bench, hauling it over his shoulders before he disappeared towards the locker room. Suho only shook his head with a sigh, reaching for his water bottle, trying to ignore that you were right there.
“I hope for the sake of your team that you’re gonna do better on Saturday,” you drawled, leaning forward and Suho spared you only a very brief look as he drank his water. If he wasn’t careful, he’d choke.
“The crowds at our games usually cheer for us, I don’t know how it is for yours.”
That was a lie. Last semester, he went to all but one game of your softball team, and only because he had promised his halmeoni he’d drive her up to Busan that day. Your eyes sparkled at him and he nearly shit his pants. Suho looked around, looking for anyone to help.
Wooyoung was still talking to Haeun - Suho was pretty sure that he was into her brother - and the rest of his team was already halfway in the locker rooms. No one to save him.
“Yah, I’m just preparing you for the inevitable moment when you mess up,” you pointed out with an easy grin.
Suho should go, just turn around and leave. But his feet stayed rooted right where he was. Maybe he was a little masochistic.
“Why, are you going to be there to heckle me?” he asked in exasperation, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Your eyes followed his movement.
“That an invitation?”
“Ya, unnie!” Haeun yelled, her hand cupped over her mouth. “Are we practicing or what?”
Somehow, Suho had completely tuned out his surroundings. While he was verbally sparring with you, Wooyoung - that little fucker - had upped and left, the remaining players of your team had gathered on the field.
“You staying to watch some real sport?” you asked, pulling your cap over your head and Suho let out a scoff.
“You’re funny.”
“Thanks, I’m not even trying,” you laughed, stepping down the stairs. “See you around Ahn Suho.”
With that, you walked down the pitch in quick strides, assembling your team leaving Suho alone with his very mixed feelings.
“Aish… She’s so annoying,” Suho muttered to himself when he finally got home. He threw his sports bag in the corner of the living room before flopping down on the couch. The sound of pen scribbling on paper ceased.
Sieun must have been studying.
“You’re dirty,” Sieun stated flatly and Suho only gave him a thumbs up, not even lifting his head.
“Don’t you have showers in the locker rooms?”
“Didn’t feel like it.”
Suho could basically feel Sieun’s eyes burning into the back of his head, but he didn’t even have the strength to explain himself.
“Was practice that bad?”
“Not practice,” Suho muttered, his voice muffled by the couch cushions.
“Here we go again.”
Sieun sounded exasperated, like he knew exactly where this was going and Suho couldn’t even blame him because this was his routine: practice, getting absolutely verbally eviscerated by you and then moaning about it to Sieun.
“I don’t even know why she hates me so much,” Suho grumbled. “She’s so mean, but so pretty. I’d rather do anythingelse than fight with her.”
Sieun groaned, tipping his head back.
“Please keep your juvenile sex dreams to yourself,” he said dryly and Suho glared at him.
“Yah, do you think I like being like this? It’s embarrassing.”
“That’s the first time you said something that’s correct.”
“Why don’t you just help me instead of complaining about me?” Suho whined, and Sieun sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. The living room grew silent, and Suho lifted his head to check if Sieun had left, but he was still sitting at the table.
“Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why she’s annoying you?” Sieun asked, always with the absolute analytical mind.
“God put her on this earth to test me.”
Sieun sighed, his nostrils flaring and Suho waved his arms around dramatically.
“Why would I question why she’s annoying me? She obviously enjoys seeing me miserable.”
“People always have a motive for acting the way they do,” Sieun pointed out. “If you find out why, you can turn it around on her.”
“I want to turn her around,” Suho didn’t say, because Sieun would probably stab him.
“I guess so,” he said instead, sighing softly, and Sieun rolled his eyes, picking up his pen again.
“Now can you please get a fucking shower, you smell like the inside of Baku’s shoes.”
With a groan, Suho forced himself up, heading towards the showers because he knew he was testing Sieun’s limits. But his words rang in his ear, because Sieun just voiced everything he ever wondered. It wasn’t that fucking easy though, because Suho just knew that you’d probably laugh in his face if he ever asked you outright.
When Suho’s game rolled around on Saturday, the nerves were… Okay. It was their first game, yes, but despite you needling him about his skills, he knew he was good. And because he was a fucking idiot, he kept glancing towards the bleachers, trying to find you. Suho never looked too long because one, he’d actually die of embarrassment if you caught him looking for you and two he actually had a fucking game to play.
They did win, in the end. Thank God. One less thing you could make fun of.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come to the party?” Suho asked as he fixed his hair in the mirror. Sieun found his eyes through the reflected, his mouth a flat line. Suho knew it was a lost cause. Sieun had already gone to see Suho’s game and that was more than enough of socialization for Sieun in one day. Inviting him to the after party Seongje was throwing at his frat was probably asking for too much.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life.”
“Aish, forget I asked,” Suho muttered, shaking his head. “Don’t wait up.”
“Don’t get fucking wasted.”
Suho opened the door to leave, before he paused, checking his reflection one more time. The chances were high that you’d be there so he wanted to make sure he looked good. Maybe you’d be so distracted by his good looks that you’d forget to make fun of him. It hadn’t happened yet, but sue Suho for dreaming.
“… Call me if you need a ride.”
Suho grinned. His best friend was a big softie.
“Love you too.”
The party was already in full swing when Suho arrived at the frat house. Just as he stepped through the door, hit with the smell of various sorts of alcohol and sweating bodies, he asked himself the question he always did: why did he let Seongje throw their after parties at his frat?
And Suho always came to the same conclusion: he didn’t have to organize shit, nor did he have to clean up the next day, he could just come whenever and leave whenever.
“Ahn Suho!” some kid immediately yelled as he laid his eyes on Suho, everyone’s heads turning towards him, and it turned into well-wishes and congrats.
“That game was insane!” someone else said, his cheeks streaked with the colors of their university. “Let’s hope the rest of the season will be the same!”
“Suho-oppa, I made you a poster, did you see me on the bleachers?” a girl said, sidling up to him and he gave her a kind smile.
“I didn’t, but thanks for the support.”
“Find me for a drink, okay!” she called, as Suho was dragged into another hug.
“Took you long enough!” Wooyoung said, shaking Suho’s shoulder wildly.
“Yah, how much have you had to drink already?” Suho asked him amused and Wooyoung only shrugged with his shoulders, giving him a lopsided grin.
“Jun is getting me another drink.”
Ah. Jun, Haeun’s brother.
Suho acted nonchalant, clearing his throat.
“I’m surprised Jun’s here, ‘s not really his scene, is it?”
“He came with Haeun,” Wooyoung replied and Suho only nodded slowly.
“The girl’s softball team is here?”
He tried to keep his voice light, but Wooyoung gave him a knowing look.
“Yes, they’re here.”
“Aish, you’ve had too much too drink already,” Suho scoffed, but Wooyoung only shook his head, the both of them jumping apart when Seongje pushed himself between them.
“Yah, we’re doing shots in the kitchen!” Seongje yelled at him, waving a bottle of soju around, his free hand grabbing at Wooyoung and pulling him into the kitchen. Suho was about to follow them with a sigh, when he glanced sideways, only to come in direct eye contact with you, leaning against a wall in the hallway. You were wearing a black top, one sleeve hung off your shoulder, showing off miles and miles of smooth skin Suho wanted to explore.
Suho pressed his lips together.
Just turn and go into the kitchen.
Fucking run.
He walked towards you.
You drank him in slowly, your cup sitting in your hand loosely, like you wouldn’t care if it dropped to the floor or not. You were too focused on him. Maybe you were finally distracted.
“Not bad for an amateur,” you hummed, sipping on your drink and Suho’s face soured.
“We won.”
What a lame fucking thing to say. God, you really had a talent of rendering Suho to a fucking imbecile.
A grin curled on your lips, predatory, like you had set out a trap and Suho walked right into it.
“I know, I was there.”
Suho acted like learning that information didn’t phase him at all, even if it made him a little giddy inside.
“You were?”
“What, you didn’t hear me cheer for you?”
“Ah I think I did hear some distinct booing over the cheers,” he said thoughtfully and you laughed, shaking your head a little.
“Well, I’ll make sure to boo a little louder next time, just so you won’t miss it.”
“Aish…” Suho scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Would it kill you to say one nice thing to me?”
“So your big head gets even bigger?”
“Yah, did I win a single’s game?” Suho grumbled. “It was a team effort. Wouldn’t it be nice to show some respect to your fellow athletes?”
The corner of your mouth quirked up in a grin and you sighed softly, like he was a nuisance. “Fine, then. Congrats on your win.”
It was half-hearted, and he narrowed his eyes at you. He couldn’t even act like he bought that. “You didn’t mean that.”
You stared at him before letting out a laugh, covering your mouth quickly. Suho only watched, careful until you stopped laughing, your cheeks red. You looked like you were having fun, but not in a way that meant you enjoyed tormenting him, More like in way of you liked his company.
“…. Are you enjoying this?” he asked, incredulously.
“What if I am?”
Your grin was coy as you looked up at him through your lashes, and he felt his cock stirr in his boxers. Good God he was so doomed.
But something about the way you said it made him pause, realization hitting him a split second after.
“You’re flirting with me.”
It was a statement more than it was a question and you let out a breathy laugh.
“Wow and people say athletes are dumb, look at you! You finally figured it out!”
What.
Is this some sort of sick joke?
“What?” Suho spluttered, flabbergasted. “You’ve been nothing but antagonistic ever since I’ve known you.”
“I wasn’t antagonistic,” you corrected him. “I was being irritating.”
“What’s the difference! You were a pain in the ass,” Suho scowled and your grin only widened.
“Oppa,” you said, the sudden intimate honorific making Suho shudder, almost activating his fight or flight reflexes, but he knew had no chance against you. “Do you even realize how hot you are when you’re annoyed?”
“I- What?”
Suho froze, his chin dropping. Suddenly he felt hot. Did someone turn on the heat? He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“I did really enjoy this back and forth,” you said, pushing away from the wall, your eyes still on him. “But I think it’s ready to move on.”
You turned, walking a few steps but Suho was still rooted in the spot, his brain firing all synapses at once he couldn’t think.
“Have you ever been to my place?”
Suho blinked at you, as you grinned at him before you walked around the corner and he finally broke out of his stupor.
“Fuck.”
He was quick to follow you but suddenly everyone seemed to be walking right into his path.
“Ya, Suho where are you going?” Seongje asked him, gripping his shoulder tight but Suho ducked out from under his hold, trying not to lose you in the crowd, but the back of your head already slipped out the front door.
“I think I need to go,” Suho quickly said, not even bothering to explain. “If there’s no life sign of me by tomorrow, I’m dead. But I died happily.”
“What?”
Suho ignored Seongje, shouldering past the drunk people and when he finally made it out of the house, you were nowhere to be found.
“What the hell?” he muttered, looking around the porch, but you were gone. Then, his phone pinged; an unknown number dropped him a location.
“Aish…”
Suho glared at his screen for a good five seconds before he started running like his life depended on it. It wasn’t long until he reached your apartment, a building not too far from campus. One look at his phone told him you were on the second floor, third apartment to the right. Suho banged on the door with his fist and it didn’t take long for you to open, the same cocky grin on your face as always.
“Are you insane?” he asked, letting out a breath. “Why would you just drop something like that and leave?”
You pressed your lips together, laughing. “I wanted to see if you would chase after me.”
“You’re a fucking minx.”
Your eyes sparkled at him.
“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”
For once, Suho recognized the trap for what it was: an invitation. And he’d gladly accept. His hand slid around the back of your neck, tilting your head up so he could kiss you.
You groaned against his lips, kissing him back while he pushed into you, forcing you to take a few steps into your apartment. Distracted with trying to map out your mouth with his tongue, Suho shut the door behind him, pushing you against the wall, the back of his hand cushioning your head. You kissed the way you fought, unforgiving and passionate and Suho didn’t mind, at all.
“Took you long enough,” you gasped against his mouth.
“Shut up.”
His hands ran down your waist, before grabbing on your thighs, lifting you up. Almost instantly you locked your legs around his waist, and Suho had to bite back a laugh. It was almost comical how compatible you and him seemed.
“Where’s your bedroom?” Suho asked, reluctantly pulling away.
“Down the hallway.”
Without waiting for any further instructions, Suho walked down the hallway, one hand holding onto your waist, the other pushing the door open. He tossed you on the bed without much finesse, before he hovered over you, your hands already all over him.
Your fingers were nimble as they slipped beneath his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders; the way you were looking at him stole all the oxygen out of his lungs. Suho needed to breathe.
“You’re not drunk, right?” Suho asked, because there was no way he was doing this if there was even a sliver of a chance you’d regret this the next day. Your face softened and you ducked your head, chuckling quietly.
“God, you made it so hard to tease you sometimes,” you sighed, and he raised an eyebrow at you.
“That was you struggling to tease me? Aegiyah, you rode me harder than all of my high school teachers.”
You narowed your eyebrows at him, intrigued and he realized his choice of words, a flush creeping up his neck.
“Oh really? Now we can’t have that, can we?”
“Yah,” Suho argued weakly but you dragged him closer by the front of his shirt.
“Come here.”
His shoes were kicked off before he helped you take off his shirt, which was then tossed somewhere into your room. You straddled his lap, your fingers tracing along the defined lines of his upper body and he tried not to tense under your scrutinized eyes.
“It’s insane how well built you are,” you mumbled, hands splaying on his skin. “I’m gonna eat you up.”
You rolled your hips on him as you said those words, the pressure on his hardened cock, trapped in his jeans was nearly too much for him.
“Don’t be a tease,” Suho grunted, his hands slipping under your top to take it off, raking his eyes over the lacy black bra you were wearing. He didn’t even have any difficulty snapping your bra open with one hand, his eyes as wide as saucers when you bared your chest to him.
“Waah…” he said, stupidly, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, before he leaned in, kissing around your aerola until your nipple hardened, his other hand gently kneading your neglected breast. You were moaning in his lap, head thrown back, but your fingers were fumbling to unbutton his jeans, revealing his boxers, a small wet patch staining the fabric. Suho couldn’t even pretend to be embarrassed, he just wanted you so badly that he lifted his hips so you could tug his jeans off. Your tongue darted out, swiping over your lower lip while your hand grasped his cock through his boxers, giving it a good squeeze and Suho groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Take your pants off,” he grunted, swatting your hands away away from his crotch. The laughter that rang out from your mouth wasn’t malicious, but rather amused. Your pants landed in a heap next to his, and then you were sat in front of him in only your panties, which he hooked his fingers into, taking them off. He inhaled sharply, running his hands over your legs, before finding your waist and you shuddered at his touch. The anticipation was building in his groin and he had to focus all his willpower not to come just at the mere sight of you. With a small grin, you scooted up to straddle his hips, and he involuntarily bucked his hips. God, he couldn’t wait to be inside of you.
Slowly, you tugged his boxers off, your eyes all but glued to his cock, and he couldn’t help but twitch.
He stared, as you slowly leaned down until he could feel his warm breath on his cock head, and then, your warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching out to grab onto your hair as you started sucking him off, but it was just too much. “Stop, or I’m gonna come.”
Suho tugged you off his cock reluctantly, but at the sight of you, lips smeared with saliva and a little bit of him, he knew it was the right decision. You were gonna ruin him. Suho leaned in to kiss you, and the taste of himself on your lips should turn him off, but instead, he just got addicted to it. Your hands were on his chest, pushing him back only slightly, and he let you, watching as you settled back against on his thighs, your wet folds sliding over his aching cock.
“Are you clean?” you asked, matter of fact lt., and his mind was a bit fogged, but he nodded. “Me too. And I’m on the pill. Can I take you bare?”
You really fucking never stopped rendering him speechless, did you?
“Yah, are you trying to kill me?” he choked out, his cupping the back of your neck to pull you down. “Come here.”
He kissed you hungrily, licking into your mouth but you pulled away, your breath hot on his face.
“Can I?”
“Yes, woman, of course,” Suho panted, pressing his lips against yours again. Distantly, he could feel your hands wrap around him, before you sunk down on him and he nearly blacked out.
It got quiet in your bedroom, the only sound being your and Suho’s heavy breaths until you’ve fully sat on him, the combination of your slick and his precome making it far too easy.
“Fuck,” you muttered, letting out a deep breath, seemingly adjusting to him and he bit his lip, resisting the urge to move his hips.
“You okay?”
You nodded, and his hands found your waist, while you leaned on his chest, before you started riding him. The bedroom filled with both your and Suho’s moans, combined with the sound of skin slapping skin.
Suho was enthralled by you, the pleasure obvious on your face, and he reached up to push your hair out of your eyes, his thumb slipping into your mouth and you lapped your tongue at it.
It felt so good, being inside of you, so much better than anything he could ever have imagined, his arm wrapping around your waist so he could fuck up into you, making you moan out his name.
“Suho-yah…”
“Fuck, I’ve always imagined how you’d sound moaning out my name like this,” Suho whispered, his hips thrusting into you relentlessly, you answers were small whines. “Always such a big mouth on you, but you just wanted oppa to fuck you senseless, didn’t you?”
You gasped out a moan, pushing at his chest.
“You’re an ass,” you sighed softly, absolutely no heat in your tone, sitting up so you could ride him, and Suho let you, pressing his heels into the mattress so he could sit up, and you groaned, the new angle hitting you deeper than before. While you still fucked yourself on his cock, Suho littered your body with kisses, his hand kneading your breasts, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.
You leaned down to kiss him, both of your mouths messy, but neither of you cared, the pleasure of being together too much.
His hand found your clit, pressing his thumb down lightly, moving it in circular motions, and your eyes rolled back, your chest heaving.
“I’m so close,” you gasped out, and Suho reached for your waist, biting his lip. He had been feeling his climax coming for a while, but he was holding back, wanting you to finish first.
“Where do you want me?” he grunted out, and you shook your head, your hand running up his neck, then cupping his face, your eyes trained on him.
“Inside, oppa.”
That was his last straw.
With a moan of your name, Suho spilled inside of you, and you clung to his chest, as you moaned, overtaken by your own orgasm. Breathing deeply, you slumped on top of him, both of your bodies sticky, and Suho was tempted to stay like this, but he couldn’t.
“Let me go grab a towel for you,” he said gently, reluctantly pulling out of you, before turning you, so you wouldn’t your bed all messy.
“Bathroom’s on your right,” you mumbled softly, and Suho grinned to himself as he padded to the bathroom to grab a towel, wetting it in the sink. It wasn’t long, before he returned, kneeling on the mattress between your legs to clean yourself up before he turned to himself, tossing the towel into the hamper.
You were watching him with hawk eyes, until he returned to the bed next to you, his arm thrown easily around your shoulder like it was second nature.
“I should’ve known how serious you take your aftercare,” you mumbled into his neck, and he snorted, stroking through your hair with his fingers.
“You’re pliant like a kitten right now, if I had known that a good fuck was all it took, I’d have done it months ago.”
“Shut up,” you huffed, swatting at his chest half-heartedly, but Suho wrapping your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles.
“I need you to know though, this isn’t just a fuck to me,” he admitted and you peered up at him, eyes wide. “I’m not… Built like that. I’d really like to take you out on a date. If you want.”
You stared at him with an open mouth, before the you quirked a smile at him.
“You really are dense.”
“Yah!”
“Do you really think I would’ve kept this shit up for this long if I didn’t like you?” you asked, amused and Suho only shrugged, embarrassed.
“You said I was hot,” he pointed out and you rolled your eyes.
“Suho, you are hot. But you’re also incredibly kind, and sweet. Wooyoung always tells me how you never shut up about your halmeoni and how you put Seongje in his place when he gets too rowdy.”
Suho pressed his lips together, his cheeks pinking.
“Yah, Wooyoung should really keep his mouth shut if he doesn’t want to die,” he muttered and you only shook your head at him, fond.
“Didn’t you know that both of our teams have a bet running on when we’d finally give in?”
He let out a scoff, letting his head fall back into the pillow. So everyone knew but him. Had he always been this bad at recognizing hints?
“Who’s winning right now?” he wanted to know and you only hummed with a shrug of your shoulders.
“I think it was Seongje, honestly. He bet for your first game of the season.”
Suho pulled a face. He did not want Seongje to win this.
“… Who’s next?”
“Haeun..? I think,” You said, wrinkling your nose in thought. “Our first game.”
He liked that much better.
“Let’s keep this quiet for now, so Haeun can win, okay?” Suho hummed, nosing along your neck, and you snickered.
“I’m sure they already know, but we can try, sure.”
Suho let out a small noise of dissent at that.
“Aish… I can’t believe everyone knew. Iwish someone had told me, it would’ve spared me so much anguish. I couldn’t decide whether to strangle or take you.”
Huffing out a laugh, you peered up at him. “Well, you know now.”
“Yeah, at least I know now,” Suho agreed readily, flipping you over so he could cage you in, his hair falling into his eyes. “And I know exactly what to do if you’re getting mouthy with your oppa.”
“Yah!” You exclaimed, but the rest of your complaint was swallowed in a small sigh when he started peppering wet kisses down your neck.
He liked this, knowing how to shut you up.
“Better luck next time, Ahn Suho!”
“Aish,” the new pitcher whistled, shaking his head, squinting his eyes at the bleachers. It was the last ten minutes of practice, and like clockwork, you had walked in a couple of minutes ago. “She’s mean, huh?”
Suho only snickered, pushing his cap further down on his face, trying to hide his pink cheeks. “That’s my girlfriend.”
Like you had promised, the first week you kept it quiet. It was nice, having something just for him and you (and Sieun, but Suho had sworn him to secrecy. His best friend had said that he couldn’t care less about his new relationship, but Suho could tell he was happy). But then, at your first game, he had come on the field after you won, swaggering like he belonged there.
You were hugging Haeun, a smirk on your face when you saw him.
“What, you couldn’t wait to congratulate me?” you asked, and he only rolled his eyes with a grin.
“You’re such a pain.”
You grabbed a fistful of his shirt before you leaned up to kiss him in front of the entire school, and the bleachers erupted in whistles and cheers, but Suho only had eyes for you.
You never really stopped pulling on his imaginary pigtails even after you officially got together. People who didn’t know you or Suho were always surprised when they found out that you were dating. But Suho couldn’t find it in himself to care when he knew he could fuck you into the couch when he got home. Sieun wasn’t a big fan.
BONUS:
It was unwritten law on campus that the significant other of an athlete wore their varsity jackets to games, but it was differed with you and Suho. You’d never wear his varsity jacket and he didn’t mind, because he knew that the softball team had their own jackets. He also knew that it could feel deameaning, putting on his varsity jacket felt like getting stamped with a label. But one time, you made an exception. It was late when he came home, soft music playing from the speakers. He found you in the living room, sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine while wearing his varsity jacket, and a pair of panties and his mind short-circuited. It wasn’t long before the magazine laid forgotten on the floor. Suho never was able to look at his jacket afterwards without popping a raging hard on. Damn you.
God really did put you on this earth to test him.
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author's note: I rlly had so much fun writing them🥹
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