You smack Soonyoung’s hand as his fingers press at your side while his head rests on lap. You furrow your brows and whine when a moment later his fingers press back into the same spot. “Soonyoung...stop it. I’m trying to take a nap.”
Soonyoung grins and slides up on the couch until his head is resting on your breasts. His soft cheek smooshed against your body as you try to ignore him even as you feel his eyes on yours. “Why won’t you just nap? You said you were tired too.”
“I’m not tired anymore. I’m cuddling.” You scoff at his words as his fingers fiddle with the end of your tank top as he moves his body against yours pressing his face against your chest. You groan and make a sound discomfort as you try to move away on the narrow couch only to hear him whine this time.
“My pillows…”
Your eyes open at his words to find him pouting at you as he tries to wiggle closer to you. Unable to stop yourself you laugh into a groan, “They aren’t your pillows Soonyoung. They are my boobs. You are ridiculous, you know that?”
You watch your boyfriend smile softly at you as you laugh, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he slides up the couch further towards your face. “I know what they are. They are some of my favorite things about you.” You scoff as his lips press to your jaw before he begins to work kisses along your cheek towards your lips.
“I see…not my personality. Not my loving nature.” Soonyoung laughs again and presses a kiss to the corner of your lips as his fingers work under your shirt walking over your skin towards your ribs. “No, I love those things about you too. Is it wrong to also love other things?”
You can’t help but smirk slightly before biting your lip and clearing your throat to keep yourself from giving him the satisfaction he clearly wants. “Oh of course not. You have your features you are going to like better than others. Clearly you favor certain things.” Soonyoung smiles against the corner of your lips before nodding. “Right, just like I know you do. You like my shoulders and I don’t judge you do I? No, I let you enjoy them anytime you want to.”
Raising a brow you feel his thumb trace around your bare nipple under your shirt making it perk up at his attention. “Your skin here is so soft baby and I love how you sound when you let yourself enjoy the attention.” Soonyoung smiles as your eyes meet his when you bite your bottom lip moving to your back letting him have more access to your torso.
He watches as you move your arms above your head and arch your back slightly with a raised brow in almost a challenge. “So sexy…my pretty little minx.” You roll your eyes playfully watching Soonyoung as he sits up to push your shirt upwards over your breast, his eyes tracing your skin as he takes a deep breath. “Fuck…I will never get tired of this.”
You laugh softly and rub your thighs together before sighing softly as the cold air makes your skin prickle, the drowsiness you were feeling long gone as you watch your boyfriend admire you. “Are you going to stare or are you going to enjoy, as you called it”
Soonyoung meets you eyes and laughs raising a brow as he licks his lips. His hands move to run along the sides of each of your breasts pushing them towards each other as he moves to lay between your legs. “Oh I’m going to enjoy.”
fratboy!Hoshi x gn!reader (mentions of SVT members)
genre: fluff, crack, very suggestive, best friends to lovers!AU
warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, sexual tension, making out, implied smut, drunk Hoshi and tipsy reader, tiger agenda
Summary: You invite your best friend Soonyoung to your house to chill after a tiring day at work. You start with a drink, and a second, and a third... Until you get drunk enough to laugh at each other - with a hint of teasing.
Author's note: It’s kinda self-indulgent, inspired by a dream I had some weeks ago involving Hoshi, with some elements of the iconic TTT 2020, enjoy <3
You never thought a clock would be a source of huge interest, but here you were, looking at it with all the persistence in the world. Five more minutes... Five more minutes and I'll go home, you think.
"You know, looking at the clock won't make it go faster or anything", Soonyoung snorts and you throw the washing cloth to his face, satisfied with your aim. "As if you don't want to get out of here", you bite back and he throws back the cloth. "Fine, I do, but I'm actually trying to kill these five minutes by doing something", he whines.
Soonyoung is your coworker and best friend of 4 years - you met each other in college during freshman year, after a kinda embarrassing event (will not elaborate due to Soonyoung's traumatic experience) and you've been inseparable since then. You decided to apply for a part-time job because let's face it, someone has to pay the student loan. You basically dragged Soonyoung with you for two reasons: One, he had a student loan too. Two, you were sick and tired of paying his hangover breakfast meals every time he got shitfaced at frat parties.
You should admit though, your life became way more interesting since you became friends with him, you were never bored, not even in classes.
Except for now.
It's not that you hated your job, you just wanted to go home and plop on your bed, exhaustion washing over your limbs. Alternatively, you would take a warm bath and binge-watch that Netflix show you've left on hold for three weeks now-
"Hey, mind if I chill at your place with some soju?", Soonyoung asks and your ears perk up to his suggestion. "Are you paying?", you ask and he nods affirmatively. "That is, if you accept my proposal-", "Oh shut up Kwon, you know I'd say yes anyways", you wave your arm and Soonyoung squeals from excitement. Perhaps Netflix can wait a bit more.
You check the clock one last time and you realise that both your shifts ended approximately seven minutes ago. You both look at each other and you sprint to get your stuff and remove your work clothes, bidding your farewells to the janitor on your way out of the diner.
"Whew, finally free!", Soonyoung raises his arms in celebration, despite them hurting due to cleaning the tables over and over again. "Should we call a cab?", he asks, "Obviously. I have no intention of walking a 20 minute walk from here, I'm barely standing right now", you whine as you remember your aching feet. You try to distract yourself by calling a cab, only for an empty one to pass right in front of you.
"TAXI!", Soonyoung yells and you jump in your tracks. "Are you crazy?! You scared me, you idiot!", you hit his arm in protest. "Aw come on, Y/N, don't act like a baby", he pinches your cheeks and you grimace. "Just get in the car, Soon", you deadpan, “Aye aye captain”, he mocks and scoots into the taxi backseat.
The ride to your place was only 10 minutes and passed in a blur, mostly chit-chatting with Soonyoung and complaining about one certain rude customer who thought that letting their kid splatter ketchup over the table and couch was cute. You bid farewell to the taxi driver once you pay for the ride and you both rush to unlock the door and take off your shoes. Without hesitation, Soonyoung plops onto your couch, making himself comfortable, as if he was in his own house. “You have zero respect for your host, don’t you?”, you narrow your eyes towards your best friend. “Your house is my house too, bubs. I don’t make the rules”, he feigns innocence and you smack him with a pillow on his head, an ‘oof’ sound escaping Soonyoung’s lips.
“Anyways, you said you wanted soju- HEY!”, you yell as your best friend leaps from his seat and behind you to inspect your fridge and take out any existing alcoholic beverage, mocking you with his tongue in the process. "I thought you wanted to drink soju?", you cross your arms in front of your chest. "I do, but it's the starter. The others will come in later", he winks and you roll your eyes.
"Should I remind you that you're in my house and not Seungcheol's frat party? I paid for all these!", "Aish, Y/N, stop nagging like my mom! Besides", he pours a drink for the both of you, "You know I'm the best drinking buddy you could ever have", and he raises his glass in the air. "I guess I'll drink to that", you clink your glass with his and you both laugh.
“Do we have anything to munch on? I’m starving”, Soonyoung complains and you narrow your eyes to his direction. “Don’t give me that look, Y/N”, “What’s wrong with my look?”, you feign innocence and now it’s his turn to narrow his eyes. “Are you trying to mirror my look or are you closing your eyes?”, you snort and Soonyoung smacks your thigh, as you’re thrown in a laughing fit. “Honestly, fuck you”, he curses at you and downs another glass of soju.
"Whoa, easy there, tiger, you don't want to get drunk just from soju", you smirk and he stops at his tracks, completely frozen from the nickname. “Did you just... call me tiger?”, he asks with wide eyes. “It was a joke, don’t dwell on it-”, “HAHAHAHAHAH I WIN”, he yells like a maniac, “That bitch Minghao better pay me those 20 bucks”, Soonyoung snickers and you’re left dumbfounded. “Was there a bet I wasn’t aware of?”, you deadpan. “My dear Y/N”, he rises with another bottle of soju, “Today, you just became a part of my infamous tiger agenda”, he smiles triumphantly. “When did that happen?!”, you ask while drinking the rest of soju in your glass. “Simple. You called me tiger!”, “Soonyoung, what the-”, “Horanghae, my bestie~”, he wraps you in a bear hug and you nearly fall on your side.
“Ugh, get off me!”, you push him and he rolls dramatically on the tiled floor. “Be careful for what you wish, kitten”, he wiggles his eyebrows in a suggestive manner and you grimace in disgust. “Ew, you horndog”. “Aw, come on Y/N, I’m kidding!”, he pokes your arm playfully. “So, are we ordering or not? My stomach is legit growling”, he complains and you whip out your phone, searching through a variety of menus. “Any preferences, mr. Tiger?”, you mock but to your disappointment, Soonyoung’s face beams to the mention of the nickname - or it could be the alcohol slowly getting to him. Either way, he’s cute, you think. “Hmm, how about Chinese?”, he says with a slight pout and you nod affirmatively, “Chinese it is, then”, and you click on the aformentioned menu, successfully placing your order.
It took about half an hour for the order to arrive. Until then, you were already tipsy, having consumed two more bottles of soju and half a beer can. Soonyoung, however, looked like he could take over the world, despite being drunk from three soju bottles, two vodka shots and a can of beer. You had turned on the karaoke in your TV at some point and Soonyoung was now giving a very dramatic performance in front of you, a mix of loud singing (?) and dancing - that’s what you get when your best friend is a dance major. You were laughing uncontrollably, clutching your stomach. You were barely able to get on your feet when the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of your Chinese take-out. The poor delivery boy was lowkey scared when you gave him the money, witnessing a tipsy you and a drunk idiot (affectionate?) singing his heart out. At least he got a good tip.
“Yah, Kwon Soonyoung, the food is here!”, you yell in order to get his attention and you succeed, as he finally turns off the karaoke and sits down, partially exhausted from his previous antics. “Fucking finally”, he mumbles and dives right into the bowl, the slurping and chopsticks clinging non-stop. “Whoa whoa, slow down dude, you’re gonna-”, and you’re cut off by Soonyoung coughing loudly, “-choke”. You pass him a glass of water and he downs it in less than 5 seconds, gasping obnoxiously. “I thought I died for a second”, “Me too, but here you are”, you facepalm. “Aww, just say you would miss meeee”, he coos, making a smooch face in his drunk state. “Yeah, no shit”, you deadpan and softly slap him away.
“Ugh, I shouldn’t have drunk this much”, you whine as you rub your temples. Apparently, eating food wasn’t enough to sober you up, let alone Soonyoung, who was already piss drunk. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I feel wonderful”, he giggles, his black hair mushy, cheeks slightly red and glowy from the alcohol, all sprawled out on the floor. “The last time I got this drunk was two weeks? No, three weeks ago”, he says and you turn to face him. “Wasn’t it at Wonwoo’s birthday party?”, you scratch your head and he nods. “Mm-hm. We decided to throw him a party, as he deserved it. Man is working his ass off to graduate”, Soonyoung remembers gleefully. “Yeah, unlike the rest of the SVT frat”, you comment. “It was a nice party, minus the part you disappeared for a good hour. Come to think of it, where the hell were you at this time?”, you question and he groans in disgust.
“Oh my God, please don’t remind me that”, he smooths his palms over his face. “Why not? It’s not like you hooked up with a random stranger in Jeonghan’s room, right?”, you joke and Soonyoung looks you dead in the eyes. “That’s exactly what happened”. “Bullshit!”, you sit up in shock, “Nope, it’s the truth”, he pops another can of beer, “I had to jump from the window so that I wouldn’t get caught, but that dumb bitch was scared to jump, so she ended up staying in the room”, he explains. “Is that why you had a fat ass bruise on your knee?!”, “Yeah, and my shirt got torn too! And it was all in vain, because Joshua snitched me to Han, this fucker”, he adds sourly.
You can’t help but laugh loudly at his expression and story, literally rolling on the floor. “You’re a total demon, you know that? I’m sitting here, reciting my painful past and you’re wheezing!”, Soonyoung whines and you laugh even harder. “But it’s funny! What do you want me to do?!”, you manage to say, breathless from laughter. “Comfort me, Y/N, comfort me! Not make fun of me!”, he throws a pillow, but fails to hit you. “O-Okay, I’ll stop now”, you say and try to fan yourself and calm down. “I only have one question though”, “Shoot, I’m all ears”, he replies. “Did you get any action?”, you smirk suggestively, trying to get a reaction out of him - perhaps rile him up a bit too.
He looks at you, his eyes sharp, an unfamiliar glint swimming in his brown orbs. He crawls towards you, his index finger right under your chin, breath slightly fanning over your cheeks. He’s too close, why is he so close fuck fuck fuck, you mentally curse. Suddenly, Soonyoung looks like the hottest man alive to your eyes, or it’s the alcohol taking over your senses.
“Honey, I got more action than you could ever get in a whole year”, he purrs, a sickly sweet smile adorning his lips. That asshole.
You decide to throw all your self-dignity out of the window and pounce on him, catching him off-guard. You don’t hesitate to smash your lips to his, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Soonyoung growls, his own tongue fighting back, teeth clashing messily. He grips your hips like a vice and bites your lip, making you wince slightly. You retaliate by threading your fingers on his silky black locks and you pull them hard enough to make him moan.
He detatches his now swollen lips from yours, a thin layer of saliva coating them. “Fuck, you’re feisty for a tipsy one”, he licks his lips and you huff. He turns the both of you around and you now lay flat on your back, Soonyoung on top of you. “And you’re quite reserved in your moves for a drunk one”, you taunt him.
“What did you say, Y/N?”, he lowers his voice and you feel a shiver travel down your spine. “Wrong move, baby”, he whispers before biting your earlobe. Well fuck.
He rips your shirt in half, exposing your chest and you gasp, half angry due to your ruined shirt and half shocked by his dominating aura. He wastes no time attaching his lips to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, occasionally biting it, leaving purple and red blotches. He rakes his hands from your neck to your chest and down to your waist. He takes off his shirt, revealing his toned body. All these hours he spent practicing have definitely paid off. He takes your hands into his and places them on his rock hard abs and you can’t help but trail your nails on them.
“See this? It’s all yours, baby”, he moans and pulls you into his lap. He grinds his hips against yours and you whimper at the friction. “S-Soon, please..”, “Please what, baby?”, he kisses your jawline. “W-We’re d-drunk...”. He stops and looks into your eyes, his gaze mirroring the one of a tiger. “So what?”, he asks, “Are you afraid we’ll regret this when we wake up?”. “M-Maybe...”, you breathe, uncertainty laced with your voice.
“Well then, I guess I have to fuck the uncertainty out of you”.
