PAIRING: Soonyoung x reader
SUMMARY: While on vacation, Soonyoung is so excited to have you that he can't manage to take his shorts off fast enough.
WC: 2326
GENRE: Established Relationship, PWP
AU: Smut
RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
WARNINGS: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, sex in front of a mirror, vaginal fingering, lots of fluids and cum etc., unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, both reader and Soonyoung are down bad for one another and like to say please so sweetly, some mild biting/teeth scraping, lots of neck kissing/licking.. I think that's it,
A/N: Only I would take a break from writing because I'm burnt out and then be inspired to write after not having done it for three weeks because I saw a single shirtless of Soonyoung combined with having attended Ren Faire and thinking how much he would like it so I missed him so bad I just. Couldn't stop myself. Also, @daechwitatamic technically woke up my writing sleeper agent by prodding me like putting a quarter in a vending machine.
A/N 2: I fucking hate the song Cake by the Ocean but it feels like Soonyoung would unironically love that song. Also this has no beta. We die like men.
MASTERLIST | ASK | NOW PLAYING: CAKE BY THE OCEAN BY DNCE
SOONYOUNG HAS BEEN PRESSED AGAINST YOUR BACK SO LONG THAT IT FEELS AS THOUGH HE’S BECOME A PART OF YOUR SKIN. You’re unsure where you end and he begins, the heat of him burning through you as his lips trail the sweaty line of your neck to your shoulder. It makes you shiver, your lashes fluttering open to stare at where he has you planted on your knees in front of the mirror.
The sight entrances you. Soonyoung has you on your knees, thighs spread wide enough to press his hands between your legs. Your ass rests against the hard muscle of his thighs, his chest flush to your back with his hand wrapped around your waist to keep you planted against his legs as his fingers work you.
Behind you, the sounds of the ocean rolls in through the glass sliding doors. It doesn’t drown out the slick sounds of his fingers leisurely fucking into your pussy, working you open at a pace that Soonyoung drives you wild, working you open in the way only he knows how after all these years.
What had started as a midday dip in the ocean on the private beach behind the villa had turned into this - being spread out in front of the mirror, two of Soonyoung’s fingers pressed into your cunt as he peppers your shoulder with kisses, tongue darting out to taste the salt on your skin. He hums, dark eyes finding yours in the glass as you pant and shake, the tips of his fingers pressing on that spot that makes you see stars.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
You know he’s talking about you, but you can only look at him for a moment. His hair is dark and damp, sticking up where you’d run your hands through it earlier as he kissed you so hard you thought he might bruise himself. His eyes are dark, pupils blown as his gaze drops down between your legs where he strokes you, fingers wet with your slick. He groans, biting his plump bottom lip as he stares, hypnotized by you while you’re hypnotized by him. He’s flushed in his cheeks from the sun, a little tanner than when you’d started the trip, and it makes your mouth water.
You tip your head against his shoulder and he noses along the side of your jaw, humming. Both of you focus on the mirror where you watch as his fingers disappear between your sticky folds, knuckles shining. He spreads his fingers a little on the next thrust, showing you how he opens you up, how easily he knows how to work you. A soft sound leaves your mouth as his thumb presses against your clit in lazy circles, your thighs twitching.
“Easy,” he soothes, pressing a wet kiss to your jaw. “Stay with me.”
It’s hard not to squirm. It feels so good, his fingers fucking you deeper now, the wet drag of them pulling another sound from the back of your throat. You hips twitch and you push back against him, drawing a deep groan from him. You can feel how hard he is in his swim shorts, trapped against the naked curved of your ass. He restrains himself from grinding against you and you know how hard it must be for him, his grip on you tightening as you wiggle against him.
“Tst,” he hisses at you, the sound a reprimand. “Don’t.”
“Sorry,” you whine. You reach your hand down to wrap your fingers around his wrist - not to stop him, but just for something to hold onto. You can feel the way his tendons flex as he finger fucks you, opening his palm a little to show the way you flood his hand. “Feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah?”
Soonyoung slides his free hand from your waist to your chest, cupping your breast, a thumb brushing across your nipple in lazy flicks. You let out a pathetic sound and he grins, kissing your pulse point, tongue leaving messily at your sweaty skin.
“Been thinking about this all day,” he hums.
“It’s only noon.”
He bites down on your neck and you keen, squirming as the pain mixes with the pleasure, your cunt clenching around his fingers hard. “Like I said,” he chuckles. “All day.”
You rock back into him, unable to help yourself. He lets you, matching the roll of your hips with a deeper curl of his fingers. Your vision blurs at the edges and you shiver again, the mirror showing the way you writhe against him, a perfect fit. He watches you watch yourself, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his mouth curved into a smirk while he watches.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. He adds a third finger and watches you melt into him, soft and cracked open as you spill around him further. “Take it, baby. You’re doing so good. Gonna make you come just like this, yeah?”
He presses his forehead to your temple, fucking his fingers into you harder now. The wet sounds are louder, every thrust of his hand pushing slick down your thighs. He keeps the pressure on your clit relentless, and you feel the orgasm building slow and deep, starting in your gut and blooming outward until you're clenching so hard on his fingers you think you’ll break.
Soonyoung attaches his mouth to your neck, kissing and sucking greedily until you’re coming around his fingers so hard your vision whites out, your entire body rigid and locked, a strained moan escaping you. He moans with you, lost in your own pleasure like it’s his, fingers stroking until your nails are digging into his wrists and begging him to stop.
You fall forward but he holds you up gently, pressing warm, open mouth kisses along your back and shoulders, whispering against your salty skin. His fingers have stilled between your legs, but your pussy flutters around them, leaking into his hand and down your thighs as you catch your breath, heart beating so hard you can feel the pulse in your neck.
When he finally slides his hand free, the sound is wet. You make a little embarrassed sound and he hushes you, nipping your shoulder. He’s careful as he helps you lean back up on your knees again, letting you put all your weight onto him as you practically lay in his lap, back to his chest.
Both of you watch as he brings his wet hand up your body, trailing lightly until his glistening fingers are pulling at your lower lip. You open up for him without thinking, staring at his reflection with glassy eyes. He sucks in a sharp breath as he presses his fingers into your mouth, the taste of you hot on your tongue as you suck as his fingers greedily, eyes locked on his.
“So fucking hot,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your ear. He pulls his fingers from your lips, drool and slick coating them as he drags them down your chin, your jaw, your neck. “So pretty for me. Never wanna go home, want to stay on vacation forever.”
“So let’s stay.”
He smirks. “Yeah? Want to stay just like this, letting me have you whenever I want?”
“Mhmm.” You still feel him, hard against you and you lean your weight on your ass, pressing into him until he’s making a breathy sound. “Want you, baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm. Please.”
Soonyoung shifts, lifting you a little so you’re on your knees again. He leans back just enough to free himself, stroking a few times before he drags the thick, flushed tip of his cock against your entrance from behind. You moan and lean forward to press your elbows to the floor, laying out in front of the mirror so close your breath fogs it. Behind you, Soonyoung groans at the sight, watching with dark eyes as you arch your ass toward him.
You watch him in the glass, his lower lip tucked between his teeth as he teases you, rubbing the sticky head of his cock along the wet mess of your folds. You let out a little sound when he bumps your clit and he grins, doing it again and again until you’re wiggling your hips back and trying to sink down on him.
He pinches your ass playfully, one hand settling on your hips while the other guides his cock to your entrance, pressing in slowly. The stretch is immediate and you both sigh. He sinks in on a single, long drag, bottoming out. He sits there for a moment, both of you panting as your walls flutter around him. He leans forward, re-orienting himself so he can press his chest to your back. He keeps one hand on your hip and the other finds your hand on the floor, lacing his fingers with yours as he starts to roll his hips, fucking into you all the way before drawing back out again.
Soonyoung’s mouth finds your shoulder, his breaths fanning against you as he tries to control his pace, teeth scraping against you like he can’t help it. You push back into him, lifting your eyes to watch him in the mirror. He’s lost in you, his breath coming out in shallow punches as he picks up the base, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot on every thrust, stealing your breath.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans. “Every fucking time. Fuck.”
You can only answer with a broken sound, your cunt fluttering around him and tightening as he works you toward another orgasm. His hips stutter against yours for a second before he steadies himself and laughs, burying his face in your neck. Your fingers squeeze his, your laced hands grounding you as you shut your eyes, feeling another orgasm make you tighten up again.
He keeps his rhythm steady and deep, every thrust making you a little messier. You feel the way he flexes against you, urging you to rock back into him, both of you moving in a sync only learned after years of this. His fingers tighten in yours as he speeds up, whining against your neck as he fucks you through the building pressure, murmuring nonsense between his hissed breaths - your name, half-finished thoughts of how pretty you are, how much he loves you.
“Please,” he grits out. “Come around my cock this time. Let me feel it, baby. Please.”
The way he asks makes the second orgasm hit harder than the first and you clamp down around him with a broken sound. He groans, hips stuttering aas he fucks you through every pulse of your high. Even as you clench and shake, he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it as you drip around him until you’re squeezing so hard that he follows you over the edge with the sound of your name in mouth, mumbled in a strained voice against your neck.
Only then does he slow until he stops, still buried to the hilt with both of you breathing hard and spent. He presses his forehead between your shoulder blades, as you both breath, your heart thudding in your ears. His fingers loosen a fraction of yours, the circulation flooding your hand with feeling again, but he doesn’t let go.
The two of you stay like that for a few long minutes, panting and tangled, the sound of the ocean lulling behind you. Finally, he rolls to the side, pulling out of you with a wet pull that makes you whimper. He laughs, pulling you into him. Sighing lazily as he sprawls, spent. You glance down and realize his swim trunks aren’t even off all the way, pulled down to his shins and you burst out laughing.
He pouts, face scrunching up. “What is so funny?”
“You couldn’t even get your shorts off?”
“Fuck no!” He looks at you like it’s the most obvious thing. “Sorry I was too distracted by a very wet, very pretty pussy to get my fucking pants off.”
You grin. “I see.”
He looks at the ceiling, rolling his eyes. “Whatever.”
Soonyoung is your favorite like this, flushed and cheek a little swollen and lips pouting. You roll over him, pulling at his bottom lip and ignoring the way he tries to nip at your finger, dedicated to his charade of being put out.
“Don’t pout. It’s cute.”
“Yeah well. We’ll see how cute it is when I fuck you until you’re crying again like last night.”
Your stomach flips at the thought. He had made you cry last night, the lingering ache in your thighs sending a shiver up your spine. “Promise?”
“Promise.” He pauses to consider as he stares up at the wooden beams of the ceiling. “But like maybe later though, I literally just came so hard I think I ran out of cum.”
“Really?”
“Maybe that’s what that song meant about cake by the ocean. All the cake went into the ocean.”
Soonyoung laughs at his own joke and you roll your eyes. “Cake by the Ocean except it’s Shorts Around the Ankles.”
He sighs heavily and sits up to reach down and rip the trunks the rest of the way off his leg and toss them. You watch as they sail through the open glass doors onto the porch and he flops back down, breathless.
“There. Happy?”
“Mhmm.” You lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth. He turns into it immediately, returning the kiss, slow and lazy. His hand finds your hip, finger circling faintly. “Wanna take a nap?”
“Mhmm. Carry me to bed.”
He groans. “My thighs are so sore.” You pout and he huffs. “Fine. Give me five.”
You stay tangled together longer than five minutes, but you don’t mind, trading lazy kisses as the afternoon light shifts across the floor. Behind you, the ocean keeps rolling in steady waves, leaving the two of you pressed together in your own little world.
high sex drive!soonyoung who never stops following behind you, sometimes just to talk at you, and oftentimes to roam his hands over your body every chance he gets.
high sex drive!soonyoung who comes home from a full day of back to back practices and performances, and the first thing he’s doing when he walks through the door is pinning you up against it.
high sex drive!soonyoung who always needs to be touching you. you’re driving? his hand is casually gliding up and down your thigh, or pulling your hand towards the tent in his sweatpants. you’re cooking? he’d be groping your ass, grinding so perfectly against it that you can feel the exact shape and girth of his cock.
high sex drive!soonyoung doesn’t stop after he cums. he is disregarding the used condom and tossing it in the bin next to your bed, while also ripping open a new one with his teeth. sometimes, when his desire to cum deep inside of you and watch his cum trickle out of your glistening hole gets the best of him, he would plug two fingers right into the sticky mess while he absentmindedly jerked himself off to get hard again, so he can push all of that cum right back into you.
high sex drive!soonyoung who never slows his pace. high sex drive!soonyoung and high stamina!soonyoung goes hand in hand. the piston of his hips will not falter, even as sweat beads form on his forehead and fall onto your chest.
high sex drive!soonyoung who misses you so much when he’s away from you. expect constant FaceTime calls with his cock in his fist when you answer, whimpers falling from his lips as soon as he sees your face.
high sex drive!soonyoung who produces and pumps cum like there’s no tomorrow. your cheeks are often filled full when he finishes in your mouth; some dribbling down your chin as you struggle to swallow all at once.
a/n: everytime i see my little squishy tiger baby, i am also reminded of his washboard abs and insane stamina which inspired these headcanons!! keep being my bias wrecker soonie!! 🫠 ++ ty for requesting hoshi <33
pairings: bad boy!soonyoung x good girl!reader
genre: mdni, smut, au
warnings: hoshi teaches reader the importance of a safe word, mentions of weed, inexperienced reader, experienced hoshi, reader gets head for the first time, reader is a people pleaser, pussy eating, praise if you squint, MULTIPLE orgasms (seven to be exact), crying from pleasure, overstimulation, squirting
word count: 6.5k
synopsis: soonyoung considers himself to be an expertise at many things — pussy eating, is one of them.
sidenote: reader is close childhood friends with ALL of seventeen. i will be writing other members with this particular oc as well. so much lore!! this is a series :) feel free to drop into my inbox and ask questions !! hoshi is in fact my bias so i did get carried away with this one. between this installment and the last one, i’ve taken two eight week literature courses so hopefully my writing has improved. my brain is working overtime right now, i just finished an essay for a class in a few hours and grinded to get this out for you guys !!
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“Do you know what a safe word is?” Soonyoung’s voice cuts through the air, taking you by surprise.
You whip your head towards him, eyebrows furrowed. “A safe word?”
“Mhm,” He hums, briefly glancing up. He sits on a desk chair, facing you as he rolls a blunt to perfection. His tongue darts out to slowly lick the paper and your thighs unconsciously press together at the sight.
“What’s that?”
Soonyoung sighs, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he sets the rolling tray aside. He leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, taking his time to examine you. “Do you want to find out?” He asks, voice dangerously low.
You can feel the air shift, his tone making your skin prickle. You tilt your head to the side, lips forming into a pout from confusion. “Okay,” You agree with a shrug.
Soonyoung’s lips quirk slightly. He nods his head slowly, scanning you from head to toe. Your cotton shorts rode up way too high, especially with your position on the bed, and your thin white tank top didn’t do much to hide your nipples through the fabric.
You’d opted out of wearing a bra today and needless to say — oblivious to you — all the boys had noticed.
His eyes settle back on yours and you fidget under his gaze. It was strong and intense, almost as if he was practically undressing you.
Soonyoung’s always had sharp eyes filled with intimidation, but they’ve softened over time. At least — for you.
He rolls his chair over to the edge of the bed, right in front of where you sat. Even sitting down, only a few feet apart, he still towered over your small frame.
Your heartbeat quickens, breath hitching as he leans forward. Soonyoung cocks his head to the side as he inches closer, smirking the slightest when he notices your composure beginning to crumble and fall. You were never good at holding it together, but that’s why the boys were always there — to catch you just in case you fall.
And damn, are you falling in deep right now.
His hand smooths over your arm, causing goosebumps to rise as he trails it upwards to cup the side of your face gently. His fingers thread through your hair, getting a better grip so he’s able to maneuver your head to the side. As soon as he gets you exactly where he wants you, his lips are on yours.
He doesn’t hesitate, and he certainly doesn’t take it easy on you. The kiss is heavy and urgent, with a fierce passion behind it — an intensity that sends a jolt of electricity coursing straight through your veins. His lips move with purpose, the hand on the back of your head drawing you impossibly closer to him.
You try to match his fervor, but staying true to your nature, your movements are slower and deliberate. You’re sensual where he’s demanding, your tenderness creating a perfect tension that neither of you has the will to break. Your pace grounds him, and Soonyoung can’t help but release a low groan.
Jeonghan was right.
You kiss like an angel — intoxicating.
He takes the lead as expected. You sigh softly when he traces his tongue along your bottom lip. His hand settles on your thigh, slowly sliding higher. You feel his fingertips slip just beneath the edge of your shorts, caressing the soft skin under and you can’t help but let a whimper escape quietly. Soonyoung seizes the moment, your lips parting just enough so he can deepen the kiss and dip his tongue into your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens when you tilt your head to accommodate him — your tongues dancing in perfect harmony as you explore each other's mouths.
He’s warm against your skin, anchoring you to the moment. Every brush, every tug, every calculated move that Soonyoung makes — he knows that he’s unraveling you.
Corrupting you.
Not in a way that feels chaotic or rushed. And certainly not in a way with any ill intentions whatsoever.
Soonyoung wasn’t just kissing you, but he was savoring you. He was reading every subtle cue as if a language only he understands. And with every second that passes, he pulls you deeper under until there’s nothing left but the warmth of his hands, the weight of his mouth, and the unfamiliar feeling of stickiness growing in your panties.
He pulls away with one final lingering kiss, and your lips instinctively chase his own. Your eyes flutter open, still hazy as they focus on the man in front of you.
Soonyoung leans back just enough to take you in. You were already a mess in the best way possible — lips slightly swollen, pupils dilated, and chest steadily rising as you try to catch your breath.
The weight of his gaze only intensifies, drinking in every detail of you. Your eyes avoid his, cheeks flushed from not only the kiss but from his attention on you as well.
He nods his head towards the pillows on his bed, and you take the hint. You grab one, handing it to him, only so he can place it directly behind you. Your eyes follow him as he does so, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them close.
“Pick a word.”
Your brows knit together, “A word?”
Soonyoung hums. He disregards your confusion, standing from the chair and walking over to his desk. He grabs the blunt he’d previously forgotten about off the rolling tray, lighting it up and taking a long drag.
“Why?” You press.
“Because I told you to.”
Well, he had you there.
Now that you think about it, you don’t remember a time where you’ve ever denied Soonyoung of anything. Whatever he asked of you — you’d always deliver.
If he showed up at your house unannounced demanding you to take a break from school work, you’d follow him without a fight.
If a random guy on campus was flirting with you and Soonyoung warned you about him, you’d abide like his word was law.
If Soonyoung told you no, that meant no.
If Soonyoung asked you to do something, you did it — no questions asked.
From the time you two were kids on the playground, even till now, you’ve never disappointed him. It wasn’t because you were passive or afraid. And it wasn’t because he was demanding and mean. Soonyoung had never gotten that way with you and he never intends to. But you trusted him. Maybe too much to the point where obedience wasn’t an option, but rather an instinct. It came as naturally as breathing.
And that’s what he liked about you.
The others only ever listened in the bedroom, but you — you’d never let him down. No. You’d listen even outside of it.
“Y/n.”
Your head snaps up to look at Soonyoung. You hadn’t even realized that your thoughts had begun to stray.
“I told you to do something,” He raises an eyebrow, a silent warning.
Your eyes narrow, drifting around his room. It was a simple task, one you could decide with ease. But you took your time as if it held more meaning than it appeared to.
Your gaze wanders, landing on a stuffed animal perched on the highest shelf in his room. It was tucked in the furthest corner, collecting dust and worn from age. You had gifted it to him years ago, and it’s become a sight you look for whenever you enter his bedroom. The stuffed animal stood out amongst the rest of his things, not quite fitting his aesthetic or personality. Soonyoung nor the other boys cared for cute, sentimental things. But the small trinkets you’d either given them or left behind were never discarded. No matter how long they’d been there.
“Tiger.”
“Tiger?” Soonyoung glances at the plushie on his shelf, having completely forgotten about it. He’d debated tossing it out a few times, but he never had the heart to follow through. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was sentiment. Either way, he would never admit to it. You brought a softness into his life that he didn’t know he could carry, leaving traces of warmth in your wake.
He turns back to you, expression unreadable. He raises his brows in amusement, taking another hit of his blunt. The smoke lingers in the air as he exhales. “Okay,” He sighs, “Then that’s your safe word.”
You barely have time to react when his demeanor shifts without warning. The haze of smoke in the air seems to still, Soonyoung’s gaze on you fixed and unrelenting. His jaw tightens, both of his hands rising to cradle your face and force you to maintain eye contact. “Listen to me,” He murmurs, voice unwavering, “If you begin to feel uncomfortable with anything — and I mean anything, you say tiger. Got it?”
It should be comical. Soonyoung of all people, demanding you to say a silly word you’d playfully chosen on a whim. But his tone leaves no room for argument.
You nod hesitantly, fully alert as you’re taken aback by the gravity of the situation. The room suddenly feels smaller, charged with tension.
“I need you to use your words Y/n.”
“Yes,” You confirm, softly but surely.
“If something doesn’t feel right — if at any point you feel uncertain, uneasy, or overwhelmed — you just say the word and I’ll let up. No questions. No hesitation.”
“Is that why it’s called a safe word?” You ask.
He nods, silently answering your question.
“I don’t —,” You hesitate, chewing the inside of your cheeks, “I don’t think I’ll need it.”
Soonyoung smiles just barely. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes and it looks as if he’s holding back anger that may or may not be directed towards you.
Kwon Soonyoung was a man who hated many things. He hated when the price of cigarettes would change in every gas station he entered. He hated when a professor constantly nagged him for his shitty attendance. He hated when a flock of girls smothered him at a frat party, desperation evident with the way their hands glided over his body.
But the one thing that Soonyoung hated most, was your habit of sacrificing your own needs for others. As long as he’s known you, you’ve always been a people pleaser. The words “no” and “I can’t do it,” have never been in your vocabulary because you were sure that with a little more effort, anything was possible. You went above and beyond, going an inch for people who wouldn’t even bother to go a centimeter for you. The boys always watched you closely, ensuring no one took advantage of your kindness. But you were just too nice for your own good. It was what made you, well…you.
“Trust me baby,” His grip on your face tightens firmly, “You’ll need it.”
Your mouth opens to stubbornly protest, but the look Soonyoung gives you causes the words to die in your throat. You cower back, a chill skimming down your spine from intimidation.
“It doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong. I won’t be disappointed. I won’t be mad — I’d never be mad at you.”
Your eyes soften at his speech. The boys have never exactly been the talkative type and moments like this — honest, caring, thoughtful — are rare.
“A safe word is put in place for a reason,” Soonyoung continues, “Even if you don’t think you need it.”
“Okay,” You reply, but it comes out flat. Soonyoung sees right through it, catching your half-hearted tone. He grinds his teeth, scanning your unsure expression. His fingers dig into your jaw, not quite hurting you, but with enough pressure to demand your undivided attention.
“I’m fucking serious Y/n,” He states sternly, “Listen to your body. Don’t try and test your limits because you think you can handle it.”
Your heart pounds in your chest. Your words tumble out, too quick for you to process. “Yes sir,” You say unconsciously.
The label you had called him by isn’t calculated. It isn’t meant to provoke or please. It slipped out instinctively, a response to the kind of authority that doesn’t scare you, but steadies you instead.
Soonyoung doesn’t acknowledge it. He doesn’t smirk or tease the way he would had it been anyone else. With the others, he might’ve raised a brow. Might’ve let a smug grin spread across his face as he leaned in close just to watch them squirm and fluster. He knew how to play that part — confident, commanding, and in control.
But you — you’ve always been the exception. The only one able to break down their stone walls and thaw their icy hearts.
You see the flicker of approval flash across his features. He finally lets go of your face and you find yourself missing his touch as soon as it leaves. You’d grown accustomed to the heat of his hands and now that they're gone, it makes you realize how much comfort you found in his hold.
Soonyoung takes a step back. “Good girl,” He mutters, so softly that you barely catch it.
A whine tries to force itself from your mouth, but you urge it back down. A heat rises in your chest, the familiar feeling of warmth you’d felt with Mingyu a week ago. The praise left you feeling fuzzy — reassured.
Soonyoung closes his eyes, thoughts racking his brain. He figures that he’s too sober for this. Reaching out, he picks up his blunt yet again and goes in for another hit. The ember flares briefly in the dim lighting, and he uses the incoming feeling of a high to anchor himself.
He was good at control. He knew how to wield it with precision. But you had him in a chokehold that constantly left him breathless. If he planned to have you laid out like a meal right in front of him, he’d need a much better grasp on himself.
He knows he can’t do it on impulse. Not with you. You deserve intention — care. He needed to take his time with you. Not rush things. Keep his pace slow and calm…at least to the best of his abilities.
“Say it again.”
You blink, caught off guard. “What?”
“Your safe word,” He clarifies, “I need to make sure you remember it. That you’re not going to forget it.”
“Oh…” Your cheeks flush in embarrassment as the pieces click into place, “Right.”
Soonyoung arches a brow, eyes glittering in quiet amusement, “What did you think I was referring to?”
You glance away, clearing your throat, “Nothing,” You shake your head to dismiss him.
Soonyoung’s lips quirk and a teasing smile threatens to break across his face.
“Tiger,” You repeat the word, hoping to appease him.
He hums in acknowledgment, “And you’ll do as I say and use it when you feel like you need to?”
“Mhm…”
Soonyoung narrows his eyes at you. They scan over your figure, easily recognizing your body language. His lips press into a thin line and he struggles to contain his frustration.
“Fine.” His voice comes out clipped, sharp even.
Maybe it’s because of the endless years you’ve spent tangled in each other's lives, or maybe it’s because of the massive weak spot he’s grown for you over time — but Soonyoung knows you like the back of his hand. He’s slowly memorized every part of you. All the tells, all the signs. Your likes. Your dislikes. Even the smallest details that you haven’t figured out for yourself yet.
So when you sit before him saying all the right things and giving him the answers he expects to hear, he’s able to read between the lines.
You’ll endure it. Swallow it down and convince yourself you can handle it until you can’t. The instinct to please — to not disappoint — was practically in your blood.
He lets out a heavy sigh, turning his back to you. He runs a hand through his hair, foot tapping against the floorboard in a quiet rhythm to calm himself.
A safe word has never been just a formality to Soonyoung. Especially when it came to scenes in which his usual dominance could possibly blur the lines between pleasure and intensity. He knew exactly how mean and demanding he could be, but despite that, he wasn’t heartless. At least, not completely.
Unlike others who wielded dominance with cruel intentions, he knows what the word stop means. And he certainly knows that no means no.
So god forbid, he was trying to make sure it wasn’t your last resort. You needed to know how vital this conversation was — to know when to use it, understand your own limits, and most of all, realize that it’s okay to use it.
If you wouldn’t lean on the safety net yourself, then he would have to be the one to make sure it’s there. Not by force, never that. But with a precision that doesn’t thin the fragile line between challenge and care. The kind that gives you no room to hide even when you’re nearing that edge.
Soonyoung grumbles, taking a swig from a nearby beer bottle. It was warm and flat, having been there for a few hours untouched, but it still does the trick. He sets it on his dresser with a clink, sitting back down on his desk chair and rolling it to the foot of his bed. He reaches out, arms wrapping around your thighs to yank your body towards him with a gentle force.
You squeal in surprise, hands flying back to anchor yourself as he effortlessly drags you to the edge. The sheets bunch underneath your elbows, your pulse racing at the sudden motion. You blink at him wide-eyed, chest heaving in breathless anticipation.
His calloused hands are rough on your smooth skin, fingers grazing over your thighs with a careful tenderness. His touch provides you with a comfort you always seem to long for.
One minute he’s talking to you — engaging in a casual conversation, or as much conversation as you’ll get from one of the boys; they weren’t much talkers. But the next, your shorts are suddenly discarded, thrown carelessly on the ground. Without even realizing, your body had responded — hips lifting unconsciously and making it easier for Soonyoung to pull off. His words served as a distraction and he’d made sure your focus was trained on him the entire time.
You didn’t think much of it. You’ve occasionally walked around the house wearing far too little in search of a comfy hoodie or a pair of pants fresh out the dryer. Sometimes — even to make sure that your cookies didn’t burn, and that’s exactly how you ended up squirting all over Jeonghan’s lap last time.
But usually, the boys never spared you a glance. And if they did, they never allowed their minds to wander anywhere inappropriate.
You weren’t anywhere near the typical girls (sluts as they would prefer to be called) they hooked up with.
No — you were you.
There was always that unspoken line written in your friendship. One in which they never dared to cross. But with how men have turned into dogs over time, they’d rather it be them than anyone else.
Soonyoung rests his hand on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your covered cunt. Immediately, your body stiffens. His thumb rubs soothing circles on your skin, but you can’t seem to concentrate on it as his breath ghosts over your neck. Your heart rate increases just as he lays a gentle kiss to your pulse point and it leaves you wondering whether he can feel the thumping on his lips.
He presses soft kisses to your skin, trailing upwards towards your jaw. Your lids flutter, breath hitching as his mouth moves deliberately slow. A whimper almost escapes when one of his fingers swipe directly over your slit. The action causes moisture to spread in your panties; thin, white, and nearly sheer from sticking to your skin due to your arousal.
“Relax,” Soonyoung mutters, noticing the quick rise and fall of your chest, “You’re too tense.”
You nod obediently, granting him further access by unconsciously tilting your head. He sucks on the skin directly under your jaw and as he takes his time marking your flesh with his mouth, your pussy throbs in response.
Soonyoung’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear. He lets his touch linger, toying with the material. It’s only when his lips find yours again, that he tugs it down. You lift yourself partially off the bed, too distracted to care as he deepens the kiss. It helps him remove the garment completely, tucking it into his back pocket.
You whine as he breaks contact, pulling away. Soonyoung disregards you, instead pushing you down with a firm hand on your shoulder. Your back meets the mattress, legs clamped shut. Soonyoung clicks his tongue in disapproval. He shoots you a stern look, tapping at the side of your thigh.
“Open.”
You don’t listen, a small voice in the back of your head warning you that your dignity is fading even more so after your escapades with Jeonghan and Mingyu.
“Y/n,” Soonyoung says, voice strict, “Open your legs.”
His tone causes you to whimper, your tummy turning nervously. You gaze up at him with wide puppy dog eyes — soft, pleading, and silently hoping it’ll melt the merciless wall he’s putting up.
Soonyoung sighs, demeanor faltering. His eyes soften as they meet yours and he realizes that maybe he should be a little nicer. Your trust in him was currently at an all-time high and he would be damned to scare you away.
“Come on baby,” He tries again. This time, he pries your knees apart for you. He keeps his eyes trained on yours the entire time, ignoring the pretty view between your thighs to save you from your nervousness of being on display. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
Your cheeks flush at his words, embarrassment flooding your senses. You squirm under his stare, holding it to the best of your ability. Coyly, you tilt your head in agreement.
His lips quirk into a smile, dropping as fast as it flashes across his face. His line of vision trails down to your neck, lingering over your tits, to your stomach, then finally settling on the prize.
You were soaked, essence dripping onto the comforter below you.
Soonyoung has to muffle a groan, his cock pulsing at the sight. He lays a delicate peck on your knee, unable to tear his eyes away.
Out of all the girls he’s fucked — bent over, underneath, on top — your body was home to the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen.
Soonyoung bites his tongue, a degrading term threatening to roll off. He was meant to humiliate, to tease; but he could never do that to you. His respect for you outweighed his usual dominance by a landslide.
His hand smooths over your pelvis and you flinch at the unexpectedness of his touch. You watch him between your legs as he kisses the inside of your left thigh, gradually moving downwards. You tense as he nears dangerous territory, but his fingers dig into your skin, massaging your muscles and loosening them.
Both of his hands travel to the underside of your thighs near your ass. Gently, he rests them there, pushing upwards and further spreading you apart for him. Your mind screams at you to have a little more shame, but your body denies the request as your cunt gushes in excitement.
Soonyoung focuses on your skin, laying pecks all around. He avoids your pussy, wanting to make you more comfortable before diving in. You feel his lips graze just below your belly button, moving south.
A shiver rolls down your spine when you finally feel him place a kiss directly on your clit. A sound of satisfaction leaves your mouth and it gives Soonyoung the green light he needs.
Leisurely, he licks a stripe from your dripping hole to your bud. The action draws a whimper from you, a spike of pleasure easily spreading. He continues, keeping the same pace as he repeats the movement. Your lids flutter shut as you bask in the feeling. It dwells, enough to keep you content, but not enough to send you over the edge.
Your wetness gathers on his tongue and Soonyoung figures that if he could have one meal for the rest of his life, it would be you.
The taste of your cunt is addicting, even more so as he dips his tongue into your entrance. You whimper, legs spreading further apart.
A choked moan slips out as he speeds up. His tongue moves rapidly and he bobs his head to add stimulation. You pant, chest visibly heaving as he looks up at you. Your head is thrown back against his bed, fingers gripping tightly at the duvet. He’s able to see the swell of your breasts from his line of vision and he reaches an arm up your stomach to fondle one under your shirt.
His touch ignites a spark within you, his thumb grazing over your nipple and causing it to harden. He rolls the bud expertly, pinching it between two fingers and tugging slightly. You mewl in delight, hips bucking to grind against Soonyoung’s face. He chuckles into your cunt at your reaction, the vibration sending rippling waves of pleasure coursing through you.
Your hand wraps around Soonyoung’s wrist, holding his arm there as his fingers play with your tit. You shut your eyes and he has half the right mind to scold you. He wants you entirely focused on him, but he decides that he should let you have this one — to be present in your pleasure instead of attentive to him.
He shakes his head, the sudden movement causing your body to jerk. His tongue flattens against your clit, rough and wet as he quickly laps at the bundle of nerves. Your mouth opens, a string of whines escaping as your stomach muscles tighten.
“Soonie,” You gasp, cut off by the sound of another whine escaping your lips.
Soonyoung only hums. He pinches your nipple gently and you grind your pussy against his tongue again. He can sense your eagerness and it leaves him unfamiliar with the feeling of wanting to give in — to let you cum without begging or crying.
So he does.
He keeps the same tempo, refusing to change rhythm even just the slightest. His tongue flicks viciously at your clit, hands locking your thighs into place to ensure you don’t move. You try to thrash, but he keeps you grounded, unable to run away from him.
You pull at the comforter, using it as your personal stress ball. It bunches in your grip but does nothing to put out the fire growing within your body.
You’re hot — too hot. Your skin is tingling and ears are starting to hear a ring as Soonyoung transports you into a world of ecstasy.
“Soonie, please.” You don’t know what you’re pleading for, but you can still decipher the desperation in your voice. The feeling is all too familiar to the one you’d felt with Jeonghan and you realize that you’d do anything to experience it again.
Soonyoung hears you loud and clear despite your words coming out hurried and hushed. He uses his thumbs, spreading your pussy and giving him further access directly to your clit. You can feel everything a little better when he does and just as his thumb grazes through your wet slit, the coil snaps.
Over the years, Soonyoung has seen you in a million different ways in a million different instances. But this — coming undone on his tongue, endless loud whines leaving your mouth, and legs spread far apart as he devours your pretty pussy — takes the cake.
“Soonie!” You can do nothing but say his name, hole clenching around nothing. Your cunt gushes a fluid that you can feel drenching the sheets below you and Soonyoung lifts his head to admire. He replaces his tongue with his hand, fingers rubbing figure eights over your clit to help you ride out your orgasm.
In a world full of sex, featuring Kwon Soonyoung — you’re either a creamer or a squirter.
In Soonyoung’s case, he just so happened to adore squirters. The messier, the better.
“There we go,” He praises, “That’s a good girl.”
Your legs threaten to close but he holds them open, fingers working expertly to prolong your orgasm. You can hear the audible sounds of your slick as he runs his finger through your folds and it only adds to the filth you’re experiencing.
The pleasurable rush feels like it lasts for ages, but eventually, you come down from the high. Your mouth falls open as you try and catch your breath, endless pants falling from your lips.
Your chest rises and falls, heart still racing as if trying to catch up. You blink slowly, trying to center yourself. You feel Soonyoung’s hand on your inner thigh, ghosting over your cunt as his other hand massages your trembling legs. You find strength within yourself to prop your upper half up, using your elbows as leverage.
Soonyoung was nicer than usual, giving you at least a few minutes to rest before he attempted to thrust you toward the edge yet again. One minute, you’re staring into his eyes from between your legs, and the next, your back hits the mattress from the sheer hostility of his mouth.
He greedily slurps up your arousal, tongue lapping through your folds. His lips hover directly above your clit, closing around the bud and sucking harshly. The action causes your back to arch, a cry emitting loudly throughout the room. Your hole clenches around nothing, excess fluid dripping onto the comforter.
Soonyoung pokes his head up, mouth shining from your juices. “You're making a mess, sweetheart.” His thumb replaces his mouth, rubbing over your clit slowly.
“M’ sorry,” You whimper softly, “Can’t help it.”
Soonyoung hums, faux sympathy lacing his features. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?”
You nod with lidded eyes, hips bucking against his hand, “So good Soonie.”
He chuckles, head dipping low to dart out his tongue yet again.
Amongst the many rumors circling the grounds of your university, today, you’ve debunked one: Kwon Soonyoung lives up to his title of being a munch.
You try and count how many seconds pass by before your skin starts to tingle. Soonyoung shifts his focus solely on your clit, opting to suck instead of lick. The suction leaves you fidgeting from overstimulation, sensitivity from your last orgasm still fresh as you barrel towards another one.
It washes over you faster than before — much stronger. Soonyoung doesn’t adjust his pace to accommodate your thrashing. Instead, he holds your hips down on the bed, lips attached to your clit. Your essence paints the lower half of his face, pussy leaking messily of wetness.
An endless string of pitiful whines escape from you, but it does little for Soonyoung to show mercy. His mouth stays glued to your pussy, even despite the fight you put up.
“T-too much,” You whimper, feeling somewhat overstimulated. You shuffle around on the mattress, trying to escape. It only grants you a short minute of relief as his lips detach from you, but it doesn’t last long. His hands grip your legs, pulling you back to him.
“You know your safe word,” His hands settle on the back of your thighs to hold you open for him, “Use it.”
You let out a choked sob when you feel him again, flinching as the tip of his tongue pokes at your entrance. It threatens to push further, but instead, he swipes it through your folds. It feels rigid against your clit, alternating between tracing circles and flicking.
You try not to get too loud, embarrassed that the other boys might hear you through the walls of his bedroom. But as the pleasure builds in your lower abdomen, your dignity fades away slowly, but surely.
When you cum for the third time, you start to get antsy. Your thighs twitch involuntarily, attempting to pry themselves from Soonyoung’s grasp. They tremble when he urges them farther apart, addicted to the taste of your cunt.
The fourth spirals into you out of thin air, only seconds apart from the last. Your hand darts out, tangling in Soonyoung’s hair. You nudge him away subtly, fighting the urge to pull him closer and grind your pussy against his tongue. He slows his pace until you calm down, but picks up not long after.
Each time Soonyoung swears it's the last — but he was on an agenda to hear your safe word from your mouth. You could only last so long; and with the way he was wearing you thin, Soonyoung knew that you were nearing that brink.
“C’mon Y/n,” He encourages, “Just say it.”
“No,” You whine softly, “I can take it.”
You can feel his annoyance through his fingertips digging into your skin.
“I don’t think you can, baby.”
“Soonyoung,” Your voice is a cry — desperate. “More please.”
He sighs, eyes skirting over you. He blinks fast, visibly irritated, but nods. His tongue flattens against your pussy, getting to work once again.
You can feel your muscles loosening, unable to control them as your fifth orgasm takes over. Your thighs spasm, legs flailing as you kick. Soonyoung’s arms wrap firmly around them, anchoring you. His hands rest on your stomach, pushing your hips down to stay still. He watches you like a hawk, tongue moving diligently.
By the time your sixth orgasm rolls around, you’re a mess. Your mind is hazy, vision blurry from the tears filling your eyes. You mutter incoherent babbles, words jumbling together. The only thing you can find yourself being aware of is Soonyoung’s mouth latched to your cunt and the bliss that surges through your body. You can mildly feel yourself squirting, soaking the sheets beneath your lower half.
Your seventh orgasm is when the word finally tumbles from your lips. It comes out rushed, with a loud cry. Tears drip down the sides of your face, unbearable pleasure ripping through you. It borders on the edge of painful, but the familiar feeling of euphoria along with it, keeps you at bay.
“Tiger, tiger, tiger.” You repeat, although you didn’t have to. As soon as your safe word met his ears, Soonyoung let up.
Your body feels like mush, sinking deeper into the mattress. Your pussy throbs, yearning for more but you clench your thighs shut, thankful for mercy instead. Your palms cover your face, wiping at your wet eyes.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Soonyoung watches as you hide your face behind your hands. He rubs his own along the side of your leg, helping coax you into a calmer state.
You respond with a short whimper, barely audible. You feel messy and in desperate need of a cold shower. You whine this time, suddenly aware and shy of your current predicament.
Soonyoung’s touch leaves for a short minute. You have the urge to peek through your fingers, seeking out his comfort again, but he returns quickly. He pries your hands away from your face, nudging you to sit up. You do so reluctantly, curling your chest into your knees when you do. Your body is heavy and threatens to fall against the plush mattress again, but Soonyoung keeps you stable with a grip on your shoulder.
He holds something to your mouth. The plastic material nudges against your lips, and you furrow your brows.
“Drink.”
You hesitantly sip the water he’s offering. It’s only then that you realize exactly how dry your throat felt. It makes you wonder how loud you were actually being.
You try to pull away after a few gulps, but Soonyoung hums with disapproval. “Nuh-uh.” He holds the straw steady in your mouth, refusing to budge, “Drink more, you need to stay hydrated.”
Grumbling, you gulp down a bit more to appease him. You sip slowly, leaning into his touch as he pets the wild strands of your hair down.
“You did good,” He praises, “I’m proud of you.”
You stare up at him with doe-eyes, throat bobbing the more you drink. You acknowledge his words with the squint of your eyes, but your brain barely comprehends them in your fucked out state.
Soonyoung removes the straw when he’s satisfied with your water intake, setting the bottle down. Your legs swing over the side of the bed when he’s turned away to get up, but a rush of dizziness consumes you when you start to stand. Your limbs feel like jelly and Soonyoung has to dart forward to catch you before you fall.
“Not so fast baby,” His hands are firm on your hips, stabilizing you. Your palms rest on his shoulders, holding on tightly for support as he lowers you to sit on the bed. “I’ll get you all cleaned up. Just rest for a bit.”
You want to protest, but Soonyoung’s tone leaves no room for argument. He crouches down in front of you, staring up into your eyes. They’re softer than usual, unlike the sharp gaze that tears through you whenever you glance into them. Your head tilts to the side when he cups your face, thumb gently ghosting over your cheek.
“Tired Soonie,” You say softly. Your lids flutter, wanting to close but you keep them open to the best of your ability. The sleepiness stems out of nowhere, but now that Soonyoung is making you take a breather, it hits you full force.
“You’re tired?” His eyebrows perk up, attentive to your growing sluggishness.
You nod, leaning further against his hand cupping your face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” You confirm.
“Take a nap then,” He gestures his head to the pillows before standing up and towering over you.
“But —,” You try to rebuttal, but he’s quick to cut you off.
“I’ll clean you up, don’t worry. Just sleep baby,” He ruffles your hair, urging you to crawl back against the bed, “I got you.”
An argument sits at the tip of your tongue, but it vanishes as soon as your head hits his soft, fluffy pillow. His familiar scent of sandalwood and light musk fills your senses, providing you with a comfort that eases you into a peaceful sleep.
Soonyoung disappears to retrieve a towel from his bathroom, but when he gets back, you’re already fast asleep. He almost chuckles at how quickly you’d managed to drift off, but he shakes his head instead, gently patting the towel against your skin.
Your thighs were still drenched and pussy dripping, but he can’t find it within himself to care — he’s going to have to change his sheets anyway.
Most days he’s prepared for this, already having a towel laid down and bedsheets stripped before indulging in anything sexual. He knows that things can get messy when it comes to him, so he’s always one step ahead.
But this is different — this is you. And you’ve always been the only exception.
Ship: bf! seventeen x gn!reader
Genre: established relationship, fluff
w.c.: 0.6k
95z || 97z || doremiz
Jun
Most common: 宝宝 (bǎo bao) - baby
If you know Chinese, you will know that this name isn't unique per se, but for some reason, Jun always has his way of making it feel the most intimate, adoring name for you. Maybe it's the way he looks you straight in the eyes, gaze always soft, turning his entire focus on you, or maybe it's how he says it, with just the right amount of sweetness in his tone. Whatever it is, it's addicting, and you don't want him to stop.
When he's feeling playful: 바보 (pabo)
Jun loves to call you this whenever you make a silly mistake. Given how clumsy you are, he calls you this quite often. Perhaps it's you tripping over thin air in your rush to greet him when he comes home, or maybe it's when you accidentally knock over your drink while leaning over to get to him over the dinner table, Jun will always be by your side within moments, picking you up off the floor or cleaning the mess. "you pabo - don't get up! I got it. You eat your dinner."
Soonyoung
Most common: jagiya
Soonyoung's most commonly spoken word these days must be jagi. It doesn't matter if you're sitting right next to him, and he's tapping your shoulder to show you a funny reel, or if you're in the next room, his loud but ever-so-sweet voice calling out to you, the pet name slides right off his tongue like it was made just to call you this.
When he's tired: 내 사랑 (nae sarang) - my love
Soonyoung doesn't really speak or act with a filter on most of the time, but when he's tired? Every single thought that passes through his mind will be said. You find it amusing, at times - it's hard to tell whether he's drunk or just sleepy. But secretly, a part of you absolutely adores when Soonyoung gets like this, espeically when he calls you 내 사랑 - becuase you know it's what he actually thinks of you.
Wonwoo
Most common: 애인 (Aein) - sweetheart/lover
If there's anything you always look foward to coming home to after a long day facing the outside world, its being wrapped up in your boyfriend arms as he calls you Aein-ah. It never fails to you make you feel warm and loved inside, like you're home.
When he's distracted: sweets
If you interrupt him while he's gaming or otherwise distracted, this is probably what he'll call you. You have no idea why he has a separate nickname for times like these, but it always slips out, ever gentle and patient, even if he was just yelling at his game mere seconds before. Sometimes you would call him when he's on his computer just to hear him call you this, but he doesn't have to know that.
Jihoon
Most common: babe
We all know Jihoon isn't the best with words, and the same applies to pet names. When in the presence of other people, even close friends, he prefers to stick to just your name, usually accompanied by a light touch to grab your attention. But recently, he's been starting to let babe slip. You don't even think he notices. You're not going to tell him, though.
When you're alone: my love
He may not be comfortable with pet names in public, but in private? That's a whole different person. "My love, I wrote this song for you". "Love, did you see the new anime that came out?" "Oops, sorry love, didn't see you there". It's like he knows what it does to you. Maybe this is why you're okay whenever your friends tease him for his 'lack of affection', since you know he's anything but.
a/n: may be making a longer version of jihoon's... would you guys be interested? ><
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⭑ pairing: speakeasy owner!hoshi x gangster!f.reader
٠࣪⭑ for: puttin' on the ritz collab hosted by @studiosvt
٠࣪⭑ summary: Nothing’s ever been serious where you’re concerned, especially the way you flirt with him, but when Soonyoung overhears something he shouldn’t, and your perfect mask slips, he starts to wonder if you’ve been keeping other secrets hidden in the dark.
٠࣪⭑ genre: 1920s mafia AU, set in NYC during the prohibition. smut, angst, happy ending
٠࣪⭑ rating: explicit. minors do not interact, i'll block you.
٠࣪⭑ warnings: guns, violence, blood, nothing gory but there is a gunshot wound, brief implication of torture but none described, cheol gets punched (sorry cheol), a hidden pregnancy and subsequent child, theft, drinking, smoking, typical misogyny of the era, deception. (listen, it's hard to be anything more than morally grey when you're the daughter of a mafia boss, but i tried to make her somewhat redeemable 💔)
٠࣪⭑ smut warnings: kissing, unprotected sex (don't be silly), oral (m receiving), fingering.
if you think i've forgotten any warnings please let me know so i can fix my post!
٠࣪⭑wc: 10.6k (complete)
٠࣪⭑ a/n: hello loves! i'm not normally one for writing children into fics, but for this one and the time it's set in, it felt right. this was meant to be posted ages ago but i was so busy i couldn't write for a while, and then i meant to finish it the other day but my afternoon got taken over looking after a pigeon. no rest for the wicked, ig.
٠࣪⭑ thank yous: enormous thank u 2 my beloved @starlightkyeom for reading this over in the early hours of the morning, i adore you, @joshujin for the banner (incredible as always), and @gyuswhore for the extra time 💕
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Now
“What are you doing here? He might see–”
“It’s about him, Miss. We need t–”
“Damn it, Seungcheol. Inside, quickly now.”
He doesn’t mean to listen in, never would consider invading your space without being invited, but Soonyoung’s on his way back from the storeroom when he catches your voice echoing down the corridor. Rounds the corner to see your back pressed against the door frame, and Seungcheol, the club’s bouncer, passing through it. You hastily close the door behind you, but not quite enough. He knows all too well how it sticks, sometimes.
Soonyoung hears the whispering, and inches forward as he hears his name. You and Seungcheol together, in that room? Well, repugnance rises in him like bile. What could you be doing, inviting another man into the dressing room– yours Wednesday through Sunday– when you’d swore blind that he was the only one for you? How could you do this in his place, right under his damn nose.
Are you raising your skirt for Seungcheol, like you do for him? Are you showing him how wet you get? Or worse… are you telling him of your dreams? Does he know how badly you want to be done with this place, this city, this life? Does Seungcheol tell you you’re a star? Does he say that you could shine bright anywhere in the world with that voice of yours, that face, and that he’d take you away with him one day, when the time is right?
He’s holding his breath outside the door, can’t decide yet whether to burst in or to leave it entirely, but then he hears the flick of your lighter, and the mention of his investor’s name out of Seungcheol’s mouth.
Soonyoung’s eyebrows draw together. Of course Seungcheol knows him– he’d expect nothing less of his investor to have someone on the inside to keep a close eye, but what takes him aback is that you seem to know him too.
“What’ll you have me tell Sugar, Miss?” asks Seungcheol.
There’s a long silence before you answer.
“Are you sure it’s Soonyoung?” you ask shortly.
“We are,” insists Seungcheol. “Minghao checked the records and the safe, too. He’s ready for something– seems he’s been getting ready for some time.”
Soonyoung’s blood runs cold. They know. Shit– it’s a wonder they haven’t got him tied to a chair and beaten blue already. He needs to go, needs to take the case he’s kept hidden for months, needs to take the money (if it’s still there) and leave this wretched place– but you, and the sudden quandary of your involvement in this keeps him rooted to the spot. Do you work for them too? Have you been telling Sugar all his secrets? Was spying on him the sole reason you seduced him, all those years ago?
“Miss– Miss are you listening? Your father wants you to handle this yourself.”
Father.
Your father.
Soonyoung almost loses his stomach, right there in the corridor.
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June 1923
“Why The Blue Pearl?” you ask, passing him your half-smoked cigarette.
Soonyoung has lost count of the amount of times he’s laid like this with you, in his little apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, but tonight is special. It’s his birthday, and although it’s a Monday, you brought him a cake, haphazardly decorated (but at least delicious), and told him to make a wish.
You’re in your slip, palest pink, which was bunched up around your waist only ten minutes prior, with your bare legs resting over his. He told you once his favourite part of you were your legs, but they’re not. It’s your eyes, and the starshine within them.
“For my mother,” he answers, flicking the ash into a tray on his nightstand and taking a drag. “She loved Edith Hallor. They worked on Broadway together, she even came for dinner at the house a few times.”
“Your mother’s an actress?” The surprise is evident in your voice.
“Nah. She worked on costumes.” Soonyoung smiles ruefully. “Edith was her favourite. We talked about seeing the movie together but Ma passed before it started showing.”
You turn onto your side, body pressed flush against his own and you look at him with those pretty eyes and tell him how sorry you are.
“I didn’t know, Soonie,” you say.
“How could you?” he says, stubbing out the cigarette and stifling a yawn. “I never mentioned her before now.”
“How’d she go?”
“Influenza, like every other fucker in the city.”
“You oughtn’t curse when talking about your mother!” you scold him, smacking lightly at his chest.
Soonyoung laughs and grabs your hand, twines your fingers together and holds them over his heart.
“She must’ve been a good woman,” you say quietly.
“What makes you say such a thing?”
“She raised you, didn’t she?” You press your lips to his jaw. “Only a wonderful person could’ve raised a man like you.”
And it’s the first time he’s heard you so serious in the few years since you met. Three or four nights a week you spend in his club, winking at him from your place on the stage, sitting at the bar after your set and asking him to stop washing glasses so he can come show you some of his moves. You’ve always loved the way he dances, throwing your head back laughing as he helps you with the steps, calling him New York's very own Rudolph Valentino. He’s never seen you in the daylight, but around you, he’s never felt anything but sunshine.
“What did you wish for?” you ask gently. “When you blew out your candle?”
He smiles. Some variation of the picket-fence fantasy he’s played out in his head so many times over the last few years. Pictures you in lights, maybe he teaches folk how to dance, and you’re both coming home to a house you share. Imagines what your children would look like, wonders if he could ever feel a kick underneath his palm on your belly, as his mother said his father did.
“Would you marry me?”
And as soon as those hasty words hang in the air he regrets them.
“Soonyoung–” you start, quietly, stroking his cheek. “I– I can’t. I’m sorry.”
And he knows you love him, even though you’ve never said the words aloud. Knows because of the way you look at him, the way you only have eyes for him in a room full of rich, handsome men– ones with status and power and everything else a woman like you could have. But it’s him you keep coming back to, it’s his name you gasp into his sheets, and you say it’s only him who’s ever made you feel so alive.
He closes his eyes. Lets you kiss his collarbone and his jaw and his cheek and his eyelids and say I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I wish… I wish–
“Why can’t you?” he asks, so crestfallen, as you kiss into his hair.
You hesitate, so he presses again.
“My family,” you whisper. “My daddy, mostly. He’d never allow it.”
He swallows the lump in his throat. “Because I’m–”
“No,” you quickly interject. “It’s nothing to do with you. He just has other plans for me, Soonyoung. Ones that don’t involve wasting my time on anything as trivial as love.”
Love.
Soonyoung turns his face to you, and God, you look as dejected as he feels. So he lets you kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until he wonders if maybe this kind of love could be enough.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
Now
“I know, Seungcheol.” You take a long drag of your cigarette, running your finger along the rim of your champagne coupe, the vibration of it singing. “Let me think.”
It’s quite the surprise that Soonyoung would betray your father after close to a decade. He’s been as loyal as they come, careful with the staff he hires and even more so with the money. As of late there’s been a shortfall, and your fool of a brother had speculated it could be due to increased patrols in the area, as reported at other establishments under The Mob’s control, but you hadn’t noticed any difference in the level of patronage. You’d suspected one of the barmen or waitresses, maybe. Not Soonyoung. Never him.
But it seems Soonyoung finally got the balls to do what he’d always talked about with you. Get some money together and escape this wretched place. And you knew he wanted out badly, but had no idea this was how he planned to do it. What a crying shame he had to be so reckless as to steal from your father.
So you swallow your resentment as you stub out your cigarette. Your father might be out for blood but he’ll be keen to let you handle this mess, and if you can pin the blame elsewhere you’ll take every opportunity. If nothing else, you can buy Soonyoung some time.
“Follow him tonight,” you say, eyeing the crack in the door and the shadow that moves across it. “Don’t let him know, just see where he goes.”
Seungcheol frowns. “Sugar will be expecting you to have him brought in.”
“We ought to find out where the money is first, don’t you think?” You stand, smoothing down your dress. “You can pick him up once we find out where he’s keeping it.”
Your longtime bodyguard still seems hesitant, so you say, “Come on, Cheolie. You’ll want some variety by now, surely? A bit of detective work will be a nice change from looking after little old me?”
“It’s a pleasure to look out for you, Miss.”
You smile at him.
Seungcheol is your man. He’s been more of a brother these last ten years than your own blood has ever been. Loyal to you over your father, as he’s proved time and time again, but you’ve always known to keep your cards close to your chest until the time is right. You’ll tell Seungcheol the truth about you and Soonyoung, just as soon as you figure out what the hell you’re going to do.
“Sweet Seungcheol. You don’t know how thankful I am for you.” You walk over to him and blood flushes his face ruddy as you reach up to kiss his cheek. “But don’t you dare question my methods again.”
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
December 1919
“Joshua tells me you can sing?” asks Soonyoung, throwing the towel over his shoulder.
“Yes sir,” you say, leaning across the bar to pluck an olive from the bowl. A smile tugs at his mouth at your self-assuredness. “I’ve always wanted to perform in a place like this. It’s beautiful.”
You’re right, it is beautiful. It’d be even more so with your face up there on the stage, but he needs to hear your voice first. No use having a singer who can’t hold a tune. It’s thanks to Sugar that he can afford a performer at all. Without his investment it’d be just like any other gin joint cropping up around the city.
“Well go on now,” he says, nodding toward the centre of the room. “Stage is yours, sweetheart.”
You look around, an uncertain expression on your face. “But– there’s no music.”
Soonyoung places his hands on the bar and leans close, a smirk playing on his lips. “Aren’t you the music?”
And your voice is as spectacular as your face. His jaw hangs slack as you deliver your final notes and he can’t quite believe you’re gunning for here rather than Broadway. Rather than Hollywood. There’s been talk of modern advances that’ll allow sound in the next few years. You should surely be there, readying for the spotlights and the cameras instead singing to regular folk in this smokey room. You’re a ready made star.
He wonders where you might’ve come from, or how you even know Joshua. Anyone can tell you come from money, without a ring on your finger and standing there with a string of pearls around your neck and diamonds dripping from your ears. Your fur coat drapes over the chair at the bar, and your dress is made of silk rather than cotton, like his shirt. Women like you only come to places like this to drink and find men to marry, not to work for ten dollars a night.
“By that look on your face, I’m thinking you’ll have me, Mr Kwon?”
Your winning smile is all sunshine.
“You can call me Soonyoung, sweetheart,” he says, resting his chin on his hands. “Yes, I’ll have you.”
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
Now
What can he do? What is there to do? You’re having him followed by his own Goddamn bouncer so he can’t very well leave now, can he? Soonyoung’s worldview has been flipped upside down and every carnal instinct he has tells him to run, but he finds himself back behind the bar in thirty seconds flat. Joshua gives him an uneasy smile as he watches him knock back a thumbmeasure of gin.
“Not like you to work through the supplies before the night’s even started,” he remarks, buffing a mark from the glass and setting it on the shelf above him. “Are you unwell?”
“Got a headache,” Soonyoung bluffs.
He’ll have to wait. Go about his business as he would’ve a few months prior and just go home after lock up, instead of to his cousin’s apartment on the Lower East Side. Maybe once Seungcheol’s off his tail he can move the money back. Maybe he could ask Jihoon to–
And the music starts, but this time he can’t even look at you as you take centre stage in your sparkling, silver dress. You sing your first and last songs for him, you always said, making eyes across the room through the haze of smoke and putting all your heart in it. This time, he can only think of his naivety, his carelessness, and the depths of your betrayal. All these years you’ve never been his at all. And the despair nearly makes its way onto his face as the song carries on, and he keeps playing pretend all is well.
Of course he’s heard stories of Sugar’s children. Knows about the oaf of a son that spends all his money on expensive liquor and cheap whores. Knows no one trusts him to inherit the empire, and that Sugar himself speaks of his uselessness. Everyone talks of how the girl is favoured, that she doesn’t have a drop of hesitation in her when it comes to putting someone in their place, and that when she kills it’s cold and clean.
So you’ve certainly inherited your father’s traits, haven’t you? All sweetness and charm and warmth until the time comes, aren’t you? Are you as cutthroat as him? Do you care anything at all for the blood spilled in his name? Have you used that twisted method of his, sweetened boiled water, poured over flesh?
And suddenly all his memories feel like falsehoods, and the loving words whispered in his ear feel like deceit and he can’t believe he fell for a play like this. Of course you wouldn’t want him. Of course he was just a job to you.
Soonyoung knows nothing at all, it seems.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
March 1925
“I’m leaving, Soonyoung.”
You’re fixing your hair in the mirror as he pulls his braces back over his shoulders. His face has that lovely flush it gets after you’ve had your way with him. Eyes still a little soft, and a lazy, self-assured smile plays on cherry smeared lips.
He smiles wide. “Come kiss me again then, sweetheart.”
“No, baby.” You turn with a sad smile. “I’m going away.” His face falls, and you can’t look at him, casting your eyes to the floor. “I know a girl who can sing and she’ll fill my spot, she’s coming to see you about it on Monday evening.”
“Where you going?” he asks under his breath.
“Los Angeles.” The lie slides off your tongue like honey. “A man from Hollywood heard me singing last week. Says I have a face good enough that I could be a movie star there, maybe.”
Soonyoung’s expression goes all hard and soft, upticks his brows in effort not to let you see how it breaks him inside, and you know this was the perfect story. He’d never dream of standing in your way. He’s nothing at all like your daddy. Nothing at all like your new husband, except for a little something in the way his mouth is shaped. It’s what makes it bearable, sometimes, that when you have to kiss him you can sometimes imagine it’s Soonyoung instead.
What breaks your heart in two is the way he smiles, so forlornly, when he quietly tells you– “you’re the star in any room you walk in, baby.”
And he must see the despondent look on your face, because his arms come around your body in a second, and you almost cry. Would do anything to stay here, with him, in this place, in his arms. But if you were to stick around, he’ll see the way your body will surely grow, and he’ll have questions you couldn’t possibly answer. You’re not the shark your father considers you to be, not with him. With Soonyoung, you’re the person you always wanted to be.
“I’ll miss you,” you say into his chest, voice choked, and for the first time today, in ages, it’s something honest.
“I’ll visit,” he offers, though you know that even if you’d give him your address he could never make time to travel to where he thinks you’ll be, somewhere across the country, while under the thumb of a man like your father.
You swallow. “That’d be wonderful.”
And he kisses you deep, kisses you like it’s the last one he’ll ever have, puts all his love for you in it and you take it, just like you’re taking everything else of his.
“You’ll write me, won’t you?” he whispers, his panted breath fanning your lips.
“Of course I will.”
Of course, you don’t.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
Now
Three days go by without movement before your father’s patience wears thin. ‘Fuck the money,’ he’d growled, his deceptively sweet face turned sour. ‘Kill him.’ And so you’re outside Soonyoung’s apartment, a revolver cold against your skin under your fur coat, and Seungcheol is at the wheel.
But daddy doesn’t know that Seungcheol is your guy, and although he’s never called you anything but Miss, he’s always had something akin to a brotherly affection for you. And you know it’s no easy ask, what you’ve told him you need tonight– but he’ll do it. You can see he’s still working through your revelations, and it’s left his jaw set so tight it must surely ache. It’s a pity the outcome of tonight will have a price to pay, but for Seungcheol you’ll do everything you can to lessen his beating.
“Will he go along with it, Miss?”
You suck in a breath. “Depends if he wants to live.”
He bristles. Hesitates a moment before saying, “I don’t like it, Miss. Not one little bit. What if he h–”
“Well you’ll be right there, won’t you, Cheolie? Come fetch me when the lights go out.”
You give his arm a squeeze before he gets out to open your car door. There’s a chill tonight, your breath fogs the air and you pull your coat tighter around your body. Low light flickers in the window of Soonyoung’s apartment, and a shadow moves across it. He’s been watching.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
24th December 1924
The Blue Pearl always feels so much warmer at Christmas, with all the lights and the decorations and the huge tree dressed in red and gold in the corner of the room. He’s strung up paper stars and mistletoe all over the place, holly and ivy adorn the piano behind you, and a red ribbon bow is tied perfectly around your microphone.
Soonyoung certainly knows how to throw a party. Joshua and Vernon are run off their feet making drinks, and the girls are busy entertaining men throwing their money around like they haven’t got families at home, but Soonyoung– he’s watching you, elbows on the bar and chin resting on the heel of his palm, some proud stupid-in-love kind of look in his eyes as he smiles while you deliver your final verse.
The last notes from the piano ring in the air, and the audience still sober enough to stand do so, the noise of cheering and whooping and clapping feels almost like the roar of the ocean.
“Be sure to tip your bartenders and waitresses well tonight,” you call into the mic, smiling wide. Joshua and Vernon glance up at you with appreciation and you wink at them. “Merry Christmas everyone!”
The band kicks up again as one of the regulars helps you off stage with a firm hand, and though you only have eyes for the man behind the bar in his pinstripe shirt, unbuttoned at the collar on account of the heat in this room, you’re stopped numerous times by patrons on your way over to him. So you offer them your smile and try to slip away before Soonyoung gets caught up in some menial task that doesn’t involve stealing away to your dressing room.
“You’re too good for this place,” Soonyoung says as you finally approach the bar.
You wrinkle your nose. “And yet something keeps me coming back.”
He laughs and leans across the bar, pressing his palms flat on the counter. Looks good enough to kiss.
“Can I fix you a drink, sweetheart?” he asks, a soft lilt in his voice.
“No,” you say. “But you can come dance with me.”
“I’m working.”
“A feeble excuse,” you tease. “You’ve been watching me for the past five minutes.”
“Twenty at least,” complains a passing Vernon, and you giggle.
“C’mon, Soonyoung,” you pout. “Just one dance.”
“Might as well go, boss,” calls Joshua, shaking a cocktail. “We’ve got things handled, and your girl won’t stop sulking until she gets all your attention.”
Soonyoung laughs again, pushing his tongue into his cheek and you grin, triumphant.
And so one dance turns into two turns into five turns into slipping away to the back door, a needy Soonyoung on your heels down the corridor. Sweat drips down your skin and he kisses down your neck in the privacy of your dressing room, the cold wall against your back stealing your breath from your lungs. The noise from the club is muffled now. In here, it’s warm lamplight and the scent of powder, and Soonyoung pressing into the gap between your legs, tongue and teeth working over the sensitive spot below your ear.
You lean back just enough to breathe, and he follows instinctively, chasing your mouth. There’s something in his face that makes your chest ache– something open and unguarded and fervent.
“On your knees,” he breathes.
You’ve always loved this side of Soonyoung. This urgency, this passion, how he loses himself in you completely. Even more so on nights like this, when you wear his favourite dress and that perfume he says smells like sin. Something about it makes him forget the tenderness you see when you’re in his apartment in the middle of the night, casts it aside in favour of raw, carnal desire. Makes you feel so desperately wanted, because no one else would dare make demands of you like this.
And so you look up at him with wide eyes as you sink to the floor, and he undoes his belt. Soonyoung smirks dirty as you work the buttons of his fly– lets out some low, pleased hum as you tug his cock free and wrap your hand firm around his girth. He stares down at you with parted lips and hungry eyes, cheeks flushing pretty as you stroke him. Groans soft when you roll your hand over the head, and watches, enraptured, when your free hand finds the space between your own legs. And though he can’t see the way you slide your finger over your bare clit beneath the hem of your dress, the way you suck in a breath is enough to inspire his imagination.
Your eyes flit up to meet his again as you lean in, flicking your tongue over the bead of moisture gathering at the head and his hands fly to your hair, gathers it in his fist as your mouth sinks over him with hollowed cheeks. He hisses as you pull back, swirl your tongue around the head and take him fully in again. Panted breaths fall from parted lips as you slip into a rhythm, fingers circled around the base as take him deep in your mouth again and again. His leaking cock twitches against your lips when you pull back, when you tease the slit with your tongue and his desperate moan is so sweet to your ears.
His breaths are falling broken and rapid and you’re heated by the sound of it, fingers sinking deep into your wet cunt and it’s almost enough to get you off, this power you have over him, but he’s swearing something filthy and incoherent as he tugs you off him and drags you up to press you back against the wall.
“Can’t–” he pants against your mouth, stopping to kiss you deep and messy. “Need to feel how wet you are.”
You smirk, arching your back and lifting your leg to rest your foot on the vanity, and Soonyoung responds instantly, fingers spreading against the small of your back, drawing you in until there’s no air between you. Finds your lips and kisses you hard and senseless. Your hand slides from his collar up into his hair, feeling the soft strands at his nape, tugging gently just to hear the way his breath hitches.
His hand goes to your thigh, sliding over your stockings and brushing his fingers over the soft skin in the gap between the band and the hem of your corset. You snag his earlobe between your teeth, reach for his cock to pump him slow and easy and he groans, dimpling the flesh of your thigh beneath his fingertips.
And finally his hand finds your centre, and his eyes blow wide. Stares at you for a long moment before you say, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
He laughs loud, doesn’t waste any time before pressing between your legs and lining his cock up against your entrance and sinking into your tight, wet heat. “Filthy girl,” he rasps, bottoming out inside you and watching your lips fall apart. “Anyone could’ve seen.”
“Only you,” you gasp as he pulls out slow just to fuck back in hard. And he drops his head to your shoulder, smirks against your skin as he takes you like this, filling you with an exquisite stretch. You slip your arms beneath his shirt and around his back, fingers on sweat-slick skin, feeling the tension in the hard lines of definition there and his pace hastens, pushing hard into your wet cunt, clenching tight around him.
The buckle of his belt is digging into your inner thigh, biting at the flesh and you know it’ll leave a raw mark there, but some indistinct part of you wants it. Wants his lasting impression on your skin, because between all the small, fading scars you’ve been given by others, at least one should belong to him. Makes you want to make your own, crescent moons in his back, and Soonyoung makes a deliciously lewd noise as you dig in, and it’s all you can focus on beyond the sound his skin slapping against yours, the slick of his cock buried in your pussy, and a moan sliding from your throat.
And then he’s moving, lifting you into his arms and finding the chair in the corner of the room before falling into it. He holds you in his lap as you drag your dress over your shoulders and toss it to the floor– drops his face into your cleavage and mouths at your skin when you lift up to line his cock up against your entrance again and sink back down.
You steady yourself with hands on his shoulders as you lean back, let him see the mess he’s made of you, the sheen of your wetness on the base of his cock as you tighten around him. He curses, throws his head back and closes his eyes, cock twitching inside your pussy, and you know he won’t last much longer.
“Feels good,” you gasp.
“Yeah?” he slurs. “Shit, baby, tell me just how good I fuck you.”
Soonyoung all but shakes as you ride him, talking him through it dirty and obscene, circling your hips and grinding against him. This new position is blinding, almost, the way he feels so impossibly deep– made infinitely more so when his thumb circles your clit and you release a broken cry. That white-hot wave rushes through your veins, that telltale, dirty squelch where your bodies connect, and you’re rendered incoherent as he steadies his feet on the ground and fucks up into you, gathering the wetness that spills from your cunt with his fingers and running rapid circles over your clit. You come with a violent tremor and a fragmented whine, and Soonyoung swears, leans forward to bury his face in your chest again and lets out a velvet moan.
“God–” he chokes, eyes aflame. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna–”
“Inside me, baby. Wanna feel it.”
“Fuck fuck fuck– oh my God,” he gasps, words muffled against your skin, fingers digging into your hips to still them as he spills cum into your shaking body.
You press your forehead to his, and though it’s been several years of this– years of coming to each other in the dead of night, stealing away to your dressing room to press pause on time like this, you’re dying to tell him what he means to you. God, if you could you’d have married him years ago. He hasn’t told you he loves you since that night in his apartment with a crudely decorated cake, but you know he still does. Nothing else has changed.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
Now
Soonyoung pulls open the door as soon as you knock.
“What are you doing here?” he asks evenly. “We don’t see each other on Mondays.”
You tilt your head, smiling in a way that doesn’t reach your eyes. Did you always smile like that? Is it only now that he knows who you are that he sees beyond the mask?
“Won’t you invite me in, Soonie?”
And he considers turning you out, but with Seungcheol sitting downstairs in the same Cadillac Sedan that was always parked outside your building, he figures it’ll only be a matter of time.
You glide past him like you own the place. Every room you’ve been in has been yours. He’d put it down to your quality, your inner light, but now he understands it comes with the ego that comes with carrying the name of a man that runs the whole Goddamn city. Your gloved fingers brush the edge of the table, the fabric of the curtains. You glance out the window, down to the car sitting outside and the amber end of Seungcheol’s cigarette, glowing in the dark. And he watches the way you turn, clocking the suitcase half-packed, the mess of papers on the countertop, and his coat draped over the chair rather than on the hook.
“You’re wondering about the case… I’m visiting my aunt in W–”
“Give it up, baby,” you say softly. “Let’s not pretend you don’t know who I am.”
He forces a laugh, before asking– “what’re you talking about?”
“Oh, Soonyoung.” You slip off your gloves finger by finger. He watches the movement. Two weeks back he’d have pulled those same gloves off with his teeth. “You were never any good at lying.”
The air thickens around him, jaw tightening. So this is it? These are his final hours? Moments? God, how he wishes he could’ve gone out in blissful ignorance. Wishes he could’ve gone out loving you as he thought you were, rather than loving a fabrication.
“So you’re here on your father’s business?”
You laugh, and the sound cuts him.
“I’m here on my–”
“Don’t lie to me! Sugar sent you, right?” he asks coldly, a tick in his jaw when you nod. “Well, you can tell him I’m flattered. I did wonder if I was worth a personal visit.”
You stare at him, and Soonyoung can’t bear the look in your eyes. “You’re worth everything to me.”
“Spare me the bullshit!” He hates the sound of his voice, all sharp and unkind and not a tone he’s ever used with you. “All these years you’ve been spying on me, huh?”
All that anger coiled in his gut over the last few days unfurls– the flames ripping up his gullet and out of his mouth with every intention of burning you like you did him. He’s only in this mess because of you anyway. Because of his stupid, reckless love for you. “Bet you laughed about it! Bet you have some other man in your bed and you laughed at me and my ignorance and what a fool I’ve been for you!”
And it spurs him on– the way your jaw clenches and the way you can’t look at him.
“Did you really have to screw me too? You had to go and make me love you? What was that for, sweetheart? Your fucking ego? Fuck you!”
You regard him for a moment, and Soonyoung is thrown by your silence. Instead of fighting with him all you do is huff a frustrated breath and reach into your purse for your cigarettes. You take a seat at the table by the window before lighting one, and pointedly gesturing for him to sit down too.
The audacity of you– telling him to sit in his own fucking home. The anger fizzes at his bones, near vibrates in him, but it’s not enough to stop him from noticing how tired you look. He can’t sit. He’s incensed. Feels the rage in his fucking bones and you’re just sitting there with your cigarette in furs your daddy must’ve paid for and expecting him to be reasonable, expecting him to buy any lie you’re selling.
Instead he puts more space between you, fetches his almost empty glass from the counter and the bottle beside it and pours himself another drink– barely a second later he knocks it back.
You cross your legs and gaze out of the window, and after a long, silent moment, you quietly ask– "Why'd you think I left that gap in the door?” Soonyoung scowls but he doesn’t answer. “I wanted you to hear. I wanted to buy you some time while I–”
“Bullshit. You could’ve talked to me!”
“Don’t be naive–” You take a quick drag of your cigarette. “I had to be sure we weren’t being watched.”
“And what of the last eight years?!” he cries, voice cracking. “If you’d told me the damn truth I would’ve understood! I’d have caused no hassle–”
“Don’t speak to me of causing hassle when you’re the one who’s been cheating my father out of his money.” Your lip curls, a bitterness on your tongue. “There was no hassle until you saw fit to take what isn’t yours. This is your doing, Soonyoung, and I’m the one here to fix it.”
And though he scoffs, he’s losing steam. Can’t work out why you’re trying to convince him you’re not here to bring him to meet his maker. What’s the point? Can’t piece together the image of the you that sits here as Sugar’s daughter, and the you that he kisses so sweet whenever he gets the opportunity.
“So tell me,” he says bitterly, pouring himself another glass. “Was I just a job?”
“You think I needed to seduce you to keep tabs on you?” you shoot back. “I could’ve watched you from across the room and learned everything. You were as loyal as me until I came back.”
“Then why would you get involved with me at all?”
“Because I love you, Soonyoung.”
The words hang heavy in the air. He rolls his eyes but fuck, he wants to believe it. You stand, crossing the room slowly to stand on the other side of the counter. You take his glass from his hand and he lets you, watches you swallow it down, the movement in your throat, and the lipstick you leave on the rim.
He shakes his head. “You lied to me.”
You put your hand on the counter, barely an inch from his own. “Yes.”
“About who you are– about why you were there.”
“Yes, I did.”
Each admission is a punch to the gut, and you don’t even try to soften the blow.
“What about Hollywood– was that a lie too?”
A pause, and Soonyoung watches the mask slip– catches a flash of fear in your eyes before you close them. “Yes,” you breathe.
He swallows. “So where were you? Over a year you were gone– were you still in New York, jerking around some other guy running your fathers’ clubs?”
“I was not,” you insist.
“So where?”
“New Jersey.”
Soonyoung’s laugh is loud and sharp. “Jeez. All that time I missed you thinking you were thousands of miles away. You’re unbelievable. A dirty fuckin’ liar.”
“And you’re a thief!” you all but yell, but he shouts over you with a snapped– “You know damn well he was taking too much–
“Oh! Don’t pretend you’re some fucking angel, Soonyoung,” you hiss, cutting him off. “You stole from my father!”
“I stole from a brute!”
The silence almost rings. Wonders if you might slap him across the face before your eyebrows tick up in a sort of amused resignation, and you let out a dark chuckle.
“If he’s a brute, then I’m a brute,” you say.
And he can’t find it in him to agree. Yes. You might be, but he can’t bring himself to say it aloud. After a moment, your hand draws back, and you’re reaching into the lining of your coat. You pull out a revolver, and Soonyoung’s heart thrums in his ears as you set it carefully on the table between you.
“He wants me to kill you, Soonyoung.”
“I figured,” he says hoarsely, mouth going dry. “Been wondering why you haven’t done it already.”
“Well the thing is, baby,” you murmur. “I rather like you alive.”
He looks at the gun. Can’t imagine you using that thing, can’t picture you as the woman he’s heard all those rumours about. That stone cold killer.
“You had me followed.”
“Yes.”
“So you’re handing me over? Having someone else do your dirty work?”
“No, Soonyoung. You’re going to run.”
The certainty in your voice makes him look up.
“Run?” he echoes. “I don’t understand.”
“In a few minutes,” you say, slipping off your coat and tossing it to the armchair behind you. “You’re gonna go downstairs and take that car of mine and drive far far away. Wait til you’re a few states over and sell it. Buy another car somewhere else and keep going. The money you stole, plus a little extra, is on the backseat. It’s enough to get you set up on the west coast. Or in Mexico if you’re smart about it. Personally I’d rather be on the other side of the world.”
Soonyoung lets out a tiny, disbelieving laugh. “I– what?”
“You’re gonna change your name, and then you’re gonna find somewhere to settle down and live an honest life. Keep yourself out of trouble. Start teaching dance, like you always said, maybe? And if you want– if you can forgive me, you can write me–” You reach into your coat again, pulling out a scrap of paper and placing it in front of him. It’s the address to your apartment. “–write me here. They don’t know about this place but don’t sign your name and don’t write anything about our past– just in case. Draw a little star in the corner so I know it’s you.”
You say it so earnestly that Soonyoung can hardly breathe. Feels his heartbeat in his throat and he’s choked with it. You’re helping him? God, he wants it to be true, despite everything.
“I don’t understand,” he says, voice thick. “What about Seungcheol?”
“There’s no need to worry about him,” you explain. “He’s mine. He’ll leave the keys for you on the seat as soon as the lights go out in here.”
He thinks it over. Chews on the fat of his cheek until he can taste metal. And you just stand there, quietly regarding him, and waiting for him to accept that he must mean something to you, for you to go to all this trouble.
“And–” he eventually starts, voice so small. “And what of the gun?”
You smile a little sad.
Oh so gently, you say, “You’re gonna have to shoot me, baby.”
And Soonyoung feels all the blood drain from his face. He– he can’t find the words– just gapes at you like a dolt as you don’t seem affected in the slightest, as if it were a simple conversation about the damn weather.
You push it closer and he stares at it in disbelief. He’s kept a gun behind the bar of The Blue Pearl for eight years and he’s never once had to use it. The thought makes him feel somewhat sick.
“No.”
You huff a small, frustrated breath. “I’m not telling you to kill me. Aim low.” You place your hand on your abdomen, just below your belly button– and Soonyoung can’t imagine it, maiming your body in such a way. “Seungcheol’s right outside to t–”
He shakes his head. “You’re crazy–”
“My father won’t believe I let you get away without a str–”
“This is ridiculous–”
“Soonyoung, please,” you try to reason. “There has to be some ev–”
“No!” Soonyoung grabs for your hand, tightens his fingers around yours, and he catches a flicker of contrition in your eyes at the touch. “I can’t do this!”
“You must!”
“Tell him you killed me!” he begs, almost delirious. Panic is taking grip of his spine, a cold sweat forming on his brow. “Tell him you tossed my body in the river and take the money back. I’ll leave! He need never know!”
“Soonyoung, listen to me!” you snap, eyes hard and resolute. “He’d never believe it without a body. If I were to tell him you were dead without your blood on my hands he’d know in a heartbeat what I feel for you, and then you have no idea what he’d do to us both. You have no idea how cruel he can be. Family means nothing to him without loyalty. You’ve heard the stories about what he did to my mother, don’t think for a second he wouldn’t do that to me too.”
And he hates the way your time together has come to this crashing end. Can’t stand the way you shake his hand off to take the bottle and pour yourself a large glass. You down it quickly, a few drops of liquor spilling from the corners of your mouth, that you brush away with your thumb.
“I can’t hurt you,” he whispers, voice cracking.
“Come on now,” you say firmly. “He’ll forgive me a screw up in letting you take my gun, but he’ll never even try to understand anything e–”
You’re interrupted with a sharp rap at the door and you snatch the gun from the counter, start to raise it toward the door before it’s cracked, and Seungcheol slips inside. He doesn’t acknowledge Soonyoung as he stands tall, hands clasped in front of him as he does at the club, and he says, “You’re taking too long, Miss.”
“I’m aware,” you say, frowning. There’s a resigned look of understanding between you as you hand him the gun. “Soonyoung’s finding it all a little difficult.”
Soonyoung lets out a scornful noise. “Oh, I apologise that I’m not inclined to hurt you for the sake of a lie!”
You place your hand over his, and he can’t bring it in him to snatch it away. Your thumb traces over his knuckles and you smile something pitiful, eyes welling up, and his heart is pounding in his chest. He’s never once seen you cry. You tug his hand up to your lips, press a soft, lingering kiss to his fingers, and under your breath, you murmur, “loving you is the only honest thing I ever did, baby.”
But then your hand slips away, and you turn towards Seungcheol. “Do it.”
And before Soonyoung can process what’s happening, before he can even blink, Seungcheol is raising the gun, and the shot rings in his ears.
Your cracked sob echoes in his skull as you crumple to the floor, and Soonyoung is over you in a heartbeat, your blood coating his trembling hands as he holds you, ugly stains on your silk dress, and all he can hear is useless, panicked whimpers before he realises those pathetic sounds are spilling from his own lips.
“Baby… baby, no–”
“Get out of the way,” Seungcheol grunts, wrenching him off of you. He presses his hands over your belly and pushes down in a way that has you crying out, eyes rolling so far back all he can see is the whites of them. And he knows that this sound, this moment, will stay with him forever.
“You–” you slur, reaching blindly for his hand. You grip him tight, and he finds some small relief in the strength of your fingers, but it’s not enough to make him feel any less hollow. “You need t– ah! Go, Soonyoung. Leave now.”
Seungcheol is lifting you, ignoring the way the movement draws a sharp gasp from your lungs, and your hand slips from his. “I’ve got you, Miss.”
“Where are you taking her?” Soonyoung demands, hysteria clawing at the edges of his vision as he’s losing you, losing everything he’s ever wanted.
“She needs a doctor,” Seungcheol mutters as he makes for the door. “Remember the plan. This is worth nothing if you don’t do as she says.”
Your body sags in his arms as he crosses the threshold, and Soonyoung’s stomach twists sharp. What if the last conversation he has with you was one in which he didn’t tell you how he loves you? What if you die not knowing all he wanted these last eight years was to make you his wife, to take you away from this wretched city and make you happy for the rest of your lives?
“I love you,” he calls urgently, tears spilling down his cheeks, as Seungcheol rushes you out.
And he doesn’t even know if you reply, if you even hear him, because Seungcheol is making down the stairs, and Soonyoung is left alone in his apartment once more, kneeling in a scarlet puddle.
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April 1926
You’ve been back three days before he realises you don’t talk of Hollywood at all.
(Soonyoung’s world has shifted on its axis again, everything slid into view in full colour again as soon as you stepped through the door, and he didn’t care a jot for the glass he dropped on the floor, because you’re back. You were in his arms and you were spinning and laughing and kissing and God, he’s been so breathlessly happy since he saw you again, the first time in over a year.
“Can I come back?” you’d asked. “You’ll have me back here, won’t you?”
He’d tsked at the ridiculous question. “Like there’d be a shadow of a doubt,” he’d said. And you’d smiled, relieved.)
And now it’s well after hours– you’re on the rooftop of The Blue Pearl waiting for the sunrise, a champagne coupe in hand and leaning on the edge of the wall looking out over the city, while a million questions he’d long put to bed rise to the surface. His front presses against your back, arms caging you against the wall, and the familiar scent of your perfume overwhelms him again.
“Why didn’t you write?” Soonyoung asks quietly, when he finally builds up the courage.
The question doesn’t take you aback, and he wonders if you’ve been expecting it. Instead you just sigh, set your coupe on the ledge, and tip your head back against his shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have had a good word to tell you, baby,” you say sadly. “I would’ve come back in a heartbeat if I’d heard from you, and then it’ll have all been for nothing.”
He sits with that for a moment. “So why is it you’re back now?”
“My family wanted me back in the city,” you say, blinking up at the night sky. “And honestly, I just needed any excuse to come back to you. I only wish it were anywhere but here.”
“You missed me?” he whispers, face turned into your hair.
“Every day,” you admit, reaching for his hand and pulling it over your chest. “I missed you all the time.” And he has so many more questions, so many pieces of the puzzle lost, but you’re looking up at the sky and saying– “I looked at these stars every night and kept imagining you were looking too.”
And he did. He stood on this very rooftop and looked up at them fading, as they are now, and wondered where they went. Where do stars like you go in the light of day?
You talk for ages, until the sunrise shines amber between the buildings and you grow hungry and tired. He tells you to wait for him by the door (get your coat on, sweetheart, I’ll just be a minute) and he slips into the office.
He finds an old briefcase in the closet and opens the safe, heart hammering in his throat. He’s never dared before. Mainly because he’s not inclined to steal, but also because he knows what Sugar does to those who do. But all Soonyoung can think of is the look on your face when you spoke earlier, when you said anywhere but here. So he takes some bills and slips them inside the briefcase, and tries not to think of the way Sugar earned his name.
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Now October 1926
Your father is incensed. You can tell that much, as your vision fades in and out. You cry out as you hear the crack of the back of his hand across Seungcheol’s face. It’s not his fault, daddy, you try to gasp out in the small respite you get while the doctor eases up on your body, but your father always has needed someone to punish.
At least he believes, you think, letting out a fractured sob as the doctor sinks his fingers into your belly again. At least Soonyoung’ll live.
Stupid of you really, to suggest being shot in the gut, when a leg would’ve probably worked out better. Sure, you might’ve once seen an artery hit there and watched a man’s life slip away within the minute, but bleeding out would’ve been better than the agonising throb of this doctor’s instruments digging around in your belly while someone else, blurry on the sidelines, fumbles his hands while drawing up the morphine.
But you can’t die without knowing if Soonyoung made it out of the city. God, you hope he’s been smart and not wasted time. You can’t die without holding your girl first, who only learned how to say mama last week, much to your husband’s chagrin, but it’s not like you’ve had any inclination to teach her a word unfit for his role in her life.
“You let this happen! You stupid motherfucker,” your father rages, and you hear a dull thud as he strikes Seungcheol again. “Where is he?!”
Gone, you hope. Please be gone.
“Saw him bolting for tenth avenue in her car when I carried her downstairs,” Seungcheol says, voice thick. “He must’ve taken her keys.”
Your father releases him and Seungcheol rags his hand over his face, smearing the blood dripping from his lip down his chin.
“Is she gonna be alright, Jeonghan?”
“We’ll see,” says the doctor, eyes wide and panicked. Jeonghan. You’ve only ever seen him in passing. You feel almost nothing now as your arm falls from the table, swinging down heavy and limp, and this Jeonghan almost looks like an angel, with the stark light in a ring above his head.
Seungcheol has gone ashen with worry, ignores his own bleeding face as he falls backwards against the wall, away from your father, who clenches his fists and growls “Find him!” to the men huddled just outside the door.
Please don’t. Please, God, don’t.
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One Year Later
You get Soonyoung’s– or rather, Hoshi’s first letter, on a Tuesday morning, a star marked in the corner like you asked. It’s nothing much. Just one that wishes you well and asks if you’d like to visit ‘her’ at her new home in San Diego. You press your face into your arms and cry and cry and cry for what feels like a decade. This past year has had a weight on your chest like no other. He’s safe. He’s safe and he wants you to come to him.
You memorise the address and burn the letter, and write back as soon as you can pull yourself together.
Dear Hoshi,
It’s wonderful to hear from you. May I visit now?
Three weeks later, you get his reply. One word. Yes.
By midnight, you’re in the back of your car with your girl sleeping on your lap, somewhere between Pittsburgh and Columbus. Seungcheol is driving. Insists he’s not tired, despite the time, but you’ll make him swap out before the hour is up.
You’d considered not telling him at all, but you love him like a brother, and leaving him confused and hurt after everything he did for you would only break both your hearts. He said he’d always wanted to see the Pacific anyway, and surely there’ll be jobs in California for a guy like him.
Sweet Seungcheol. In truth it’s better he’s with you rather than left to deal with the fallout of your disappearance with your husband and your father. This way, there’ll be no one for them to question, no one who knows a thing about the secrets you share.
And it’s better for you too– if Soonyoung turns you and your girl away, at least you’ll be with someone you know, someone your girl knows as her favourite uncle, and you can find somewhere else to call home together.
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He’s only home from work fifteen minutes before there’s a gentle knock at the door. He checks his reflection in the mirror and smooths back his hair, as he has so illogically done every single time someone’s visited since the day he posted that last letter, as if you could appear on his doorstep in an instant.
And he prepares himself for disappointment as he works to keep his pace even down the hallway, but he can’t stop his heart jumping into his throat.
You turn as he pulls open the door, a smile lighting up your lovely face. You’re unchanged. As radiant as the day he met you, more so in the dappled sunshine. How has it been a decade and this is the first time he’s seen you in the afternoon light?
“Hello, Soonyoung,” you breathe.
The name would feel alien now, coming from anyone else's mouth but yours. God, how he’s missed it. God, how he’s missed you.
You seem a little anxious to draw close, so he makes the decision for you. Wraps his arms around your waist and twirls you tight, wants to hear your sweet laugh before he believes you’re truly here. Wants to feel your body relax against his, wants your kiss on his cheek and your things in his room and–
“Shall we sit outside, Soonyoung?” you say, pushing off him as he sets your feet back down on the deck. “Let’s sit a while.”
And so you take a seat in one of the chairs on the porch, while he fetches water with slices of lemon from the kitchen. Wonders if he should offer you something to eat but doesn’t want to waste time preparing anything right now, so he carries the glasses outside, and passes one to you before sitting in the other chair.
“The weather is… incredible here,” you say quickly. “You can hardly tell it’s almost November.”
You are anxious– he realises, as you thumb away the condensation on your glass and avoid his eye. A year ago his first instinct would’ve been to kiss it away, had he ever seen you like this. Now he keeps his hands to himself, and asks how you’ve been.
“Well,” you say, the tension obvious in your shoulders. You roll them, taking a sip of your water before cradling it in your hands in your lap again. “What about you? What’ve you been doing since you came here?”
And so he talks. Talks of his job– started working in construction just for something to do with his hands, keeps his mind occupied, before he found a place he could teach dancing after work. Runs a class out of the neighbourhood schoolhouse on Wednesday and Saturday evenings. It’s mostly older folk, but they’re sweet to him and he enjoys his time with them.
And you smile, laugh along with the stories he tells you of people like Doris, and Jim who’s wildly in love with her, but your eyes keep flicking away from his, and he wonders at first if you’re struggling, being around him. After a while he notices you’re looking toward the car parked a little ways away, on the corner of the road. There’s a man in the front seat, face obscured by shadow from the tree overhead.
“You come here with someone?” he asks.
A pause. “Seungcheol,” you say. “He’s just making sure I’m safe before he finds us somewhere to stay tonight.”
Soonyoung straightens his spine. “Oh. I see.”
You tut. “Not like that, Soonyoung,” you say softly. “I think of him as my family. He’s done more for you than you could imagine.”
He looks over toward the car again, watches Seungcheol reach into the backseat with what looks like an apple, and a little hand reaches up to take it.
“He has a kid?”
Your eyes dart back to the car, and you suck in a juddered breath. “No. He doesn’t.”
And Soonyoung almost stops breathing. Can feel his pulse go all thready and weak and the air in his lungs thins out.
“Baby, I need to tell you the truth,” you say, turning fully toward him. Soonyoung still watches the car, the way Seungcheol twists his head to smile down at your child, this little thing. “Is that okay? If you want me to leave after, it’s okay, I promise, but I need you to know everything. Can I tell you?”
“I– yeah… yeah you can tell me.”
He almost doesn’t want to hear that you had a child with someone else. And it’s not that he blames you, it’s just that he’s sick with envy. But you’re trying to pull him back to earth, trying to ground him, with your fingers slotting through his and pulling his vision back into focus, with an “okay, okay– Soonyoung– look at me, baby.”
He does, and you smile at him, but he sees the worry in the creases around your eyes and he can’t stand it.
“You remember I lied about Hollywood,” you start. “I was in New Jersey. That’s where she was born.”
“She–“
“Yes, she.” You swallow audibly. “She’s called Hannah.”
Hannah. He likes the name.
“I left, and I got married, and I had my sweet girl, and–”
“You got married,” he interrupts, voice rasping over his drying throat.
Your face cracks. “Yes,” you breathe. “And I wish I could’ve married you instead, baby, I do. But you know my father would’ve never let me marry you, you know that… right? He’d have killed you just for touching me.”
He knows. Doesn’t dull the pang in his chest.
“So I married a man who looks a little like you, and let him think nothing of it when she was born. And she’s so wonderful, Soonyoung. Wild too, I think. Oh! And she loves to dance like you, she does th–”
And his vision swims again, can’t quite comprehend what you’re saying, you’re still talking and he’s only hearing half the words because– because–
He grips your hand tight, steadies himself with the other on the arm of the chair, and stammers, “She’s… is she–”
“She’s yours, baby.” You smile broken, tears spilling down your cheeks and you swipe them away just as quick. “I’m sorry. Soonyoung, I’m so so sorry, I couldn’t– leaving you was the only way I could keep her.”
He stands. Tears his gaze from your face and stares toward the car. Seungcheol is getting out now, and he’s got a tiny fist clasped around his fingers. And all Soonyoung can see is small feet in white shoes and frilled socks hopping along the pavement and he feels the sunlight on his face and your hand in his and something like hope and regret swirling together in his gut. He’s missed so much. You’ve been robbing each other in circles, he thinks. Money and hearts and time, all stolen goods.
“Can I meet her?”
You squeeze his hand. “She won’t understand you’re her daddy, yet.”
He nods, clenching his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling. “I know– I know that.”
“We need to go slow for her,” you say quietly. “If that’s what you want? If you’ll have us?”
And this is something he’s imagined for years. Not just you coming to him, escaping the city and your family, but a white picket fence in the suburbs, you and him together at last, high pitched giggles from children playing in the yard. The promise of an honest life. And it’s so fucking scary, now it’s right within his grasp, but he knows he can’t ruin it with rashly made decisions again.
“I’ll have you,” he says, turning to take your face in his hands. “Of course I’ll have you.”
Kisses you so hard it takes you by surprise before you’re melting into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing him back. You kiss him like you’ve been starving. Slow, and tentative at first, before you’re clutching at him to steady yourself as he pulls you flush against his body. Your mouth is warm and desperate and trembling, and when he finally breaks away it’s only because he has to breathe. You make a soft, admonishing noise as you thumb the tears away from the hollows of his eyes, and he lets out something between a laugh and a sob.
This is where stars go, he thinks, as he hears the clap of his daughter’s shoes on the steps up to his porch. When the night fades, they go out west.
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— Synopsis: In contrast to the tired old plots of arranged marriages where the couple can't stand each other, you and Soonyoung are childhood friends. It's not just like marrying a friend—no, no, actually, it is marrying a friend, no-frills and simple.
— WC: 10k
— WARNINGS: smut, fluff, fingering, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, choking, one single slap on the ass, hair pulling, aftercare, whipped!hoshi, hoshi teases reader until she almost cries for dick, mentions of alcohol, mentions of body fluids (cum, sweat), DIRTY TALK—prob the nastiest dirty talk i've written.
You knew this day would come.
Growing up in a world where luxury, money, stock exchange, and business were the pillars of existence, arranged marriages were just another part of the cycle. Two patrimonies merging into one for the benefit of both families—it was a tradition as old as time.
Some couples embraced the spotlight, showcasing their unity to the world. Others barely tolerated each other, living in separate homes to maintain a fake image. There were also those whose mutual disdain led to chaos both in their personal lives and in the family businesses.
When you saw Soonyoung in your home, dressed in a suit that clearly wasn’t his style, you felt a hurricane of emotions. His usual vibrant, carefree energy seemed stifled under the weight of the tailored fabric. You greeted him and his family alongside your parents, both of you a shy mess, but something in his eyes told you things might not be as bad as you feared.
“Hey,” Soonyoung murmured as you both found a moment away from the adults’ formal discussions. “This suit is killing me.”
You laughed softly, feeling a sense of relief. “You look... different.”
“Yeah, definitely not my usual style, you know me” he grinned, loosening his tie. “But I guess we’re both out of our comfort zones today.”
You nodded, memories flooding back of the two of you playing outside when kids, during business congresses, your parents inside discussing mergers and acquisitions while you and Soonyoung chased each other around the gardens. “Do you remember those days?”
“Of course,” he said, eyes lighting up with nostalgia. “We had our own little world, didn’t we?”
“We did,” you replied. “And now, here we are.”
“So, how do you feel about this?” he asked, shy, looking at your expensive dress, clearly set for tonight. “About us... getting married?”
“I’ve been preparing for it my whole life, I guess,” you said honestly. “But with you... it feels different. Less intimidating."
“I feel the same,” Soonyoung admitted. “I mean, if it had to be anyone, I’m glad it’s you.”
You smiled. “Maybe we can make this work. Find a balance between our lifes.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “We can create something new, something that’s ours.”
You looked at him, seeing not just the boy you grew up with, but a partner. Someone who understood the complexities of your world and was willing to navigate them with you.
You looked around your house, taking in the scene. Soonyoung’s family mingled with yours, coworkers from your parents’ firms exchanged polite conversation, and your and Soonyoung’s nephews were playing circles around the couch.
The weight of the day pressed on your shoulders, a burden that didn’t match the elegance of the dress you were wearing for the marriage proposal.
Soonyoung’s eyes met yours, noticing your tense posture. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?” he asked softly.
You looked at him, sulking, and he recognized the same expression you had when you were eight.
He leaned in, whispering, “Don’t tell anyone, but I brought a bottle of tequila. It’s in my trunk. Would you like some to relax?”
You stared at him in silence before nodding with an exasperated look, feeling like it was exactly what you needed.
“Did you bring a shot cup?” you asked, following him outside.
He stopped, bottle in hand, and you both laughed. Taking the bottle from him, you leaned against his car, opened the cap, and poured a generous shot—maybe a little more—straight into your mouth. Soonyoung watched, his mouth wide open in surprise. You handed the bottle back to him.
“Why are you nervous?” he asked, taking a swig himself, looking comically exaggerated as he did. “I’m the one who has to kneel and propose today. My heart feels like it’s about to explode.”
You both laughed like teenagers getting away with something forbidden, hiding behind his car.
After a moment of comfortable silence, you broke it. “Do you have the ring here?”
He looked at you and nodded.
“Can I see it?” you asked, your curiosity piqued as if he had a rare Pokémon card.
“Is that right?” he teased.
You made doe eyes and asked, “Pretty please?”
He smiled, pulling a small black box from his pocket and opening it for you.
The diamond ring sparkled in your eyes, its brilliance captivating. “It’s beautiful,” you murmured.
Soonyoung nodded, grinning. “My sister helped me choose it. I originally wanted a diamond shaped like a cat, but she said that wasn’t appropriate.”
You laughed, the image of a cat-shaped diamond making you smile. “It’s beautiful, but a kitten-shaped ring sounds adorable. I would’ve loved that too.”
His grin widened, a small, proud smile lighting up his face as you both admired the ring.
Your moment was interrupted by Soonyoung’s mom's voice, echoing from the house. “Oh my god, are you already proposing?”
Soonyoung choked on his own saliva, his eyes wide with panic. The best thing to do now? Say no and face his mother’s scolding for showing the ring prematurely, or actually propose right then and there?
Before he could think it through, he found himself on one knee on the sidewalk, his heart pounding. You quickly hid the tequila bottle behind your back.
“Soonyoung, what are you doing?” you whispered, eyes wide.
“I... I’m improvising,” he replied, clearing his throat. “Y/N, will you marry me?”
The spontaneity of it all, made you laugh and cry at the same time, you needed to pretend you were actually emotional. “Yes, Soonyoung. Yes, I will.”
You barely noticed the sudden crowd that had gathered around you, they'd appeared out of nowhere, all eyes on the two of you. Soonyoung’s hand trembled slightly as he slid the ring onto your finger, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of his touch.
You smiled nervously at him, teeth gritted. “Hug me,” you whispered urgently, your eyes darting to the tequila bottle that was precariously wedged behind your back. “Please, put the tequila bottle inside your car. It's practically shoved inside my ass.”
Soonyoung blinked, processing your words before a grin spread across his face. He pulled you into a tight hug, the kind that felt both reassuring and grounding. As he embraced you, he expertly reached behind you, his fingers brushing against the bottle.
You could feel his body shaking slightly with suppressed laughter.
“Hang on,” he whispered back.
He managed to grab the bottle and discreetly slid it out from behind you. Still holding you close, he took a step back towards the car, opening the door with one hand and slipping the bottle inside. The whole maneuver was so smooth that you doubted anyone noticed the clandestine operation.
That moment eased the tension of the night, but the tequila hadn’t taken effect yet, and you knew you had to keep an eye on Soonyoung. His alcohol tolerance was notoriously low, and you didn’t want him to embarrass himself—or worse, get into trouble.
As the night wound down and Soonyoung’s dad started to lead him to the car, Soonyoung sulked, trying to resist. “I want to talk a bit more to my bride,” he protested, his voice slightly slurred. His words elicited good-natured laughter from both families, who were enjoying the unexpected turn of events.
You walked over to him, giving him a warm hug and patting his head affectionately. “It’s time to go home, Soonyoung,” you said gently.
He looked at you with wide, earnest eyes, the warmth in his gaze reminding you of why you felt less nervous than you should. Soonyoung had always been warm-hearted, and maybe that’s why you felt a sense of calm amidst the chaos.
As you pulled back from the hug, Soonyoung’s hand lingered in yours for a moment longer. “Promise you’ll call me tomorrow?” he asked, his tone earnest despite his tipsiness.
“Promise,” you replied, smiling as you squeezed his hand.
With one last affectionate look, Soonyoung allowed his dad to guide him into the car. You watched as the vehicle pulled away. Your parents approached, their expressions a blend of amusement and expectation.
“Well, that was quite a night,” your mom said, her eyes twinkling with delight.
“Yes, it was,” you agreed, glancing at your dad, who nodded in approval.
“You two make a good pair,” your dad said, his tone warm. “I’m glad to see you both getting along so well.”
Your parents were now expectant, believing you and Soonyoung were truly becoming a couple. And in a way, you were—just not in the conventional sense they imagined.
The next day, even though it was a promise to a drunk boy, you called Soonyoung in the morning. Like any typical business wedding, the preparations started swiftly, aiming to have the wedding happen as soon as possible. Today, you were going to choose the food and drinks for the event.
When Soonyoung arrived, he was all tidied up, but his face was clearly tired. You laughed a bit, “You look…”
He completed for you, “Fucked?”
You chuckled, “I wasn’t going to say that.”
“Long night,” he admitted, rubbing his eyes. “But I’m here.”
“Good, because we have a lot to decide,” you replied, glancing at the event agent who was discussing the dessert options.
As you both looked at the event agent, who insisted on adding superfluous things to the sweets—like a layer of gold—you exchanged amused glances. The agent was enthusiastically explaining the virtues of gold-leaf-covered desserts.
“Gold? For us to... poop?” Soonyoung murmured incredulously.
You stifled a laugh and leaned closer to him. “Can’t it be something more tasty?”
The agent looked slightly taken aback. “Gold leaf is quite a statement piece.”
Soonyoung nodded, trying to be polite. “But we were thinking of something simpler.”
“How about churros?” you suggest.
The agent blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Churros? For a wedding?”
“Why not?” you said with a grin. “They’re delicious, and everyone loves them.”
“But they don’t exactly scream luxury,” the agent protested.
“They scream fun,” Soonyoung countered. “And isn’t that what weddings are supposed to be?”
The agent sighed, making a note. “Alright, churros it is. Anything else?”
“Maybe some street-style tacos?” he added, enjoying the agent’s bewildered expression.
“Tacos?” the agent repeated, as if the word was foreign.
“Yeah, why not?” Soonyoung agreed. “Let’s keep it simple and tasty.”
The agent finally nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Very well. I’ll make the arrangements.”
Honestly, days flew by with Soonyoung by your side. Planning every little detail of the wedding together brought both fun and challenges, especially when your tastes didn’t always align. It was a bit complicated at first, like when you two were choosing the destination for your honeymoon.
Soonyoung wanted an adventure-packed trip to the Amazon rainforest, while you preferred a relaxing beach resort in the Maldives. The negotiations were intense, but you eventually settled on a compromise.
Choosing Soonyoung’s suit also proved to be a task. He insisted on wearing a tie with a tiger print, a nod to his childhood love for tigers. You were surprised that his fascination with the big cats had persisted, but you drew the line at a tiger tie. “Absolutely not,” you told him firmly, trying to imagine the looks you’d get. “A tiger tie is a no from me, and I think a lot of people would agree.”
“Fine,” he conceded with a sigh, but you could tell he was already thinking about how to sneak a little tiger motif into his outfit.
When it came to choosing your dress, you were accompanied by your mom, Soonyoung’s mom, and his sister.
Soonyoung, the only man in the group, tagged along as well. The other brides at the boutique initially assumed he was either your brother or your stylist.
Their jaws nearly dropped when they overheard he was actually the groom.
One of the brides, adjusting her veil in front of a mirror, turned to you, wide-eyed. “Wait, he’s your husband-to-be?”
“Yes, he is,” you confirmed with a smile, watching Soonyoung fuss over a lace detail on one of the dresses.
Another bride laughed softly. “Lucky you! He’s so involved.”
“He’s been amazing,” you said. “Except for his obsession with tiger prints.”
Soonyoung, overhearing, grinned and walked over. “What can I say? Tigers are cool.”
“Soonyoung, you’re a unique groom,” his sister teased, shaking her head.
As you tried on dresses, Soonyoung offered his opinions with surprising thoughtfulness, balancing out his more quirky suggestions. He was genuinely invested in making sure you felt beautiful and confident in your choice.
You’d tried on everything: the biggest gowns, the tightest silhouettes, dresses with endless layers of skirts, and others that hugged your hips so closely it felt like they were molded to your skin.
There were corsets that took your breath away—literally—and fabrics that shimmered under the boutique lights.
But this time, when you left the dressing room, you were wearing a veil.
Soonyoung’s eyes didn’t lie for a second. He liked this one very much. The women around you—your mom, Soonyoung’s mom, and his sister—fussed over the dress, adjusting it here and there, offering compliments. But Soonyoung was speechless.
If Soonyoung were to be completely honest, up until this moment, he had always seen you as his friend, the girl he was going to marry because of an arrangement. You were the same girl who used to run around the events, eluding the security guards with your mischievous giggles.
But now, you were different. You were a woman. His woman. And you looked stunning.
He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The transformation was breathtaking. You stood there, looking radiant in your wedding dress, and for the first time, the reality of the situation hit him. You weren’t just a friend anymore; you were about to become his partner, his wife.
He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t realize he was gawking until you and the women turned to him, waiting for his response. He blinked, snapping back to reality, and managed to find his voice.
“You look...” he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Your cheeks flushed at his earnest compliment. “You really think so?”
Soonyoung nodded, still unable to tear his eyes away. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
His sister grinned, nudging him playfully. “Told you she’d find the perfect dress.”
Your mom wiped away a tear, “You’re going to make a beautiful bride.”
Soonyoung’s mom stepped forward, adjusting a tiny detail on the veil. “This is the one. It’s perfect.”
You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling a sense of certainty wash over you. “Yes, this is the one,” you said, smiling at the reflection and then at the people around you who made this moment even more special.
[...]
The days leading up to the wedding were a whirlwind of activity. Every day brought something new to choose, and your creativity was running dry. You were worn out, and Soonyoung knew it. Today had been particularly exhausting.
As the realtor showed you yet another option for apartments in the Metropole, you responded with short answers, your enthusiasm long gone after visiting sixteen places that day alone.
“So, what do you think?” the realtor asked.
Soonyoung noticed your hesitation. “Can I talk with my wife for a sec?” he asked.
The realtor nodded and walked off, giving you space.
“Y/N-nie... are you okay?” Soonyoung asked softly, looking at you through his lashes.
You sighed, your shoulders slumping. “I’m so tired,” you confessed.
He took a step closer, his voice softening. “Do you want to talk about it?”
You breathed out heavily. “My family is putting a lot of pressure on me, and I’m working relentlessly at the company. I can’t wait for us to get married…”
Soonyoung’s heart sank a little. “You want to get married just to get free from it?”
“No, it’s not just that. It’s everything. The wedding preparations, the constant decisions, the endless work... I feel like I’m drowning.”
He reached out, gently taking your hand. “We don’t have to rush this, you know. We can take our time.”
“But everyone’s expecting so much from us,” you replied, feeling the weight of expectations.
“Let them expect,” he said firmly. “And I want this to be as much about you as it is about us.”
“I just... I don’t want to disappoint anyone,” you admitted.
“You won’t,” Soonyoung assured you. “You’ve already done so much. It’s okay to take a step back and breathe.”
You took a deep breath, feeling a bit lighter. “Alright. Let’s look at this apartment one more time.”
Soonyoung nodded, giving you an encouraging smile. “And if it’s not the one, we’ll keep looking until we find the perfect place for us.”
You laughed softly, the tension easing. “You always know how to make things better.”
“Just doing my job as your soon-to-be husband,” he said playfully.
Soonyoung was doing an incredible job.
From what you’d heard from friends who had gone through the same situation, they didn’t have partners like Soonyoung. You felt proud of him.
He was your rock, making sure you took a breath when you were overwhelmed by the slightest things. He even insisted you didn't move a finger during brunch, making you so relaxed that you found the apartment you’d been searching for on the very same day.
The drive home was quiet, the car enveloped in a peaceful silence that allowed you a moment to rest. You laid your head back as he drove, appreciating the tranquility. Once you arrived, you stayed seated for a bit, soaking in the comfort of the quiet.
Soonyoung looked at you, waiting patiently. When you finally looked up, he gave you a gentle smile. “Ready to go in?”
You nodded, feeling a bit more refreshed. “Yeah, let’s go.”
He stepped out of the car and came around to your side, opening the door for you. “Take your time,” he said softly.
You appreciated his patience as you slowly got out of the car. “Thank you, Soonyoung.”
He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the house. “I’m just doing what any good partner would do.”
You leaned into him, feeling grateful for his support. “I don’t think everyone is as lucky as I am.”
He chuckled softly. “Well, I’m pretty lucky too, you know.”
As you entered the house, you felt a sense of relief. The apartment search was over, and you had found the perfect place. More importantly, you had Soonyoung by your side, making every step of this journey easier.
“So, what’s next on our list?” he asked, guiding you to the living room.
You sank into the couch, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up to you. “I think a nap is next on my list.”
He laughed, sitting beside you. “That sounds like a perfect plan.”
You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the day lift off your shoulders. “Wake me up in an hour?”
[...]
The days flew by in a blur with the whirlwind of wedding preparations. It felt like only moments ago you were choosing flowers, tasting cakes, and finalizing guest lists.
Now, as you stood at the end of the aisle, holding a bouquet in front of Soonyoung, the reality of the moment hit you with full force.
The weight of the dress and the pressure of looking perfect made your hands sweat like never before. You felt like a porcelain doll, perfectly polished and poised.
Soonyoung stood there, his eyes fixed on you with pride. He couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. Here you were, a perfect woman by his side, and even better, an old friend he'd known for years.
The familiarity of your presence brought him comfort. Despite the fact that you hadn’t really dated, the idea of having someone as pretty and cool as you with him every day made him feel at ease about the whole situation.
As you walked down the aisle, your eyes met his, and a small, reassuring smile played on his lips. He looked stunning in his suit, and the way he stood tall, waiting for you, made your heart flutter.
You could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes, mirroring your own, but there was also a calmness there, a silent promise that everything would be alright.
When you finally reached him, he extended his hand towards you. He leaned in slightly, whispering just loud enough for you to hear, “You look amazing.”
You blushed, your nerves momentarily forgotten. “Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.”
The vows were sincere, filled with heartfelt words that spoke more to your shared friendship than any romantic notion. Both of you couldn’t help but giggle as you remembered all the crazy things you’d done together as kids.
Your minds flashed to the time you stole sweets from an event or when you both jumped into a water fountain during an important dinner with company directors.
As the officiant declared you husband and wife, all of these memories became a sweet reverie. You leaned in and whispered with a playful glint in your eye, “Are you going to kiss my lips or my cheek?”
Soonyoung blushed, clearly caught off guard by the question. A kiss on the cheek was typical in such moments since most arranged couples didn’t share a romantic bond. He stammered for a moment, his face flushing a deep shade of pink.
“Well… uh… I suppose the cheek would be safe,” he mumbled, eyes darting nervously.
You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, leaning closer. “But where’s the fun in that, Soonyoung?”
He looked at you, his eyes widening slightly. The playful challenge in your gaze gave him the courage he needed. With a deep breath, he moved in, his hand gently cupping your face.
“I think I’ll go for the lips,” he whispered back, his voice steadying.
The crowd held its breath as Soonyoung leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was a simple kiss, not passionate, but filled with the warmth of years of friendship and the promise of a shared future. The applause that followed was thunderous, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his lips against yours.
As you pulled away, you both wore matching grins. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased,
He laughed, shaking his head. “Not bad at all. Actually, it was kind of nice.”
You linked arms, turning to face the crowd together. Your parents looked relieved and proud, while your friends were cheering loudly, clearly entertained by the spectacle. Soonyoung’s eyes met yours again, and there was a newfound spark there, full of possibilities.
As you both shared champagne with your parents, Soonyoung playfully asked, "No tequila tonight?" You were about to respond when his mom's voice cut in, "Tequila?"
Soonyoung’s eyes widened, and his mouth twisted into a frown as he tried to suppress his laughter. You quickly improvised, "Huh, h-he meant... tacos! We had tacos with tequila last time, remember?" You forced a smile, hoping it sounded convincing enough. His mom seemed satisfied with the answer, nodding along.
After mingling with guests—aka talking with people from work about the next meeting—you finally found a moment to escape the spotlight. You and Soonyoung crouched behind the kitchen, hiding from the crowd. The chefs chuckled at the sight of the newlyweds sneaking bites of food, but they made sure to hand you the best eats, knowing how overwhelming the day could be.
Soonyoung grinned, playfully nudging you. "We're so used to doing this at parties that we're practically pros now."
You nodded in agreement, a mischievous smile on your face. "Even though it's our own wedding party," you said, shaking your head in disbelief.
He chuckled, looking at the gold ring on your finger with a sense of wonder. "Our wedding... I still can't believe it. Oh my god, we're grown adults now."
You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching out to pat his head mockingly. "We've been grown adults for... kind of a long time already," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.
He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, then leaned in closer, his voice softening. "Yeah, but it feels different now. Like, we're really starting something new."
You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. It was true. The reality of your situation was sinking in, but in a way, it felt comforting. You had each other, and that made everything seem a little less daunting. As you sat there, hidden away from the chaos of the celebration, it struck you how much you appreciated this moment—just the two of you, stealing away for a breather.
“Shall we follow tradition?” Soonyoung asks, a playful glint in his eyes. You frown, confused, as he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a bottle of tequila.
“Should tequila be kept in the fridge?” you ask, laughing at the sight.
“I hope so,” he replies, pouring the liquid into a cup. “This one is expensive.”
You raise an eyebrow, taking the cup from him. “The cheapest has the same effect,” you say, waiting for him to pour his own.
He chuckles, raising his glass. “But today’s a special day. We deserve the good stuff.”
You laugh it off, crossing your arms before taking the shot together. The familiar burn makes you both scrunch up your faces.
The wedding party was truly one of a kind. You and Soonyoung were a bit too excited, turning the waltz space into a wild dance floor.
At first, your parents were too embarrassed to join, especially at the sight of Soonyoung twerking on you. But soon, even the directors and business partners were on the dance floor, dancing and drinking extravagantly.
[...]
The next morning, you and Soonyoung were woken up by the buzzing of your phones.
Your makeup was smudged and stamped on the pillow, and you were still in your wedding dress. You scratched your scalp, feeling the bobby pins still tangled in your hair.
Soonyoung was no better; his shirt was unbuttoned to his belly button, his tie was loosened around his neck, and his hair looked like a bird's nest. He scratched his forehead groggily. Despite sharing the same bed, you both seemed unbothered by it.
You grabbed your phone and saw the company group chat flooded with messages:
“Wow, last night was incredible! Congrats to the newlyweds!”
“I can't believe we all danced that much! My feet are killing me. :')”
“Best wedding party ever! So happy for you guys!”
“My head is pounding, but it was totally worth it. ^^ Cheers to you both!”
“I’m still recovering from all that dancing. What a party!”
“Never thought I’d see the CEO breakdancing. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ”
You couldn't help but smile at the messages, as Soonyoung peeked over your shoulder, a sleepy grin spreading across his face.
“My head hurts,” Soonyoung complains, rubbing his temples.
You adjust the corset of your dress, feeling the tightness around your ribs. "My ribs are squeezed," you grumble, wincing as you try to get comfortable. "I can't believe I slept in this."
He yawns, glancing down at your leg. "You even kept the garter on," he points out, noticing the delicate band still around your thigh.
You crack your neck, feeling the weight of the long night. "Your sister gave it to me, so I put it on," you explain, lifting the voluminous skirt to reveal the bridal garter.
His eyes widen comically. "My sister?! Is there something I don't know?"
You frown at him, a bit confused. "You don’t know about the tradition?"
Soonyoung looks a bit lost, scratching his head. "I mean, it’s my first time getting married."
You sigh, laying back down. "Traditionally, the groom is supposed to take it off when... taking the virginity," you explain, watching his face turn a shade of pink.
His eyes dart around nervously, processing the information. "So... my sister thought I was... a virgin?"
You shrug, teasing, "Probably. Are you?"
He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Definitely not. And you?"
You raise an eyebrow, smirking. "Nope. Sorry to disappoint."
He chuckles, finally relaxing. "Good to know. Not that it matters, but... it's funny to think about how everyone just assumes stuff."
“Are you going to take it off?” you tease, stretching your leg up and wiggling your foot playfully. Your eyes glint mischievously as you watch Soonyoung’s reaction.
He scoffs, but a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “What, you mean right now?” His eyes flicker to your thigh, then quickly back up to your face, trying to gauge if you’re serious or just messing with him.
You arch an eyebrow, maintaining your playful expression. “Why not? It’s tradition, right? Don’t you want to fulfill your husbandly duties?” You stretch your leg out further, making the garter more visible.
Soonyoung chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, but there’s a sparkle of joy in his eyes. He reaches out hesitantly, his fingers brushing lightly against your thigh. The touch sends a shiver to your skin, and you can’t help but giggle.
“What’s the matter?” you prod, your voice dripping with mock innocence. “You’re not getting cold feet, are you?”
He rolls his eyes, trying to suppress a laugh. “Not at all,”
You bute your lip as his fingers graze the lacy fabric of the garter. His touch is feather-light, almost ticklish, and you squirm a bit under his hand.
Soonyoung smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction. “You’re squirming,” he notes, his voice low and teasing. “Does that mean you’re nervous?”
You scoff, shaking your head. “Me? Nervous? Please,” you retort, trying to sound confident despite the rapid beating of your heart. “I’m just surprised you’re taking so long. I thought you’d be an expert at this.”
He chuckles, sliding his hand a bit higher up your thigh, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh, I am,” he replies smoothly. “Just savoring the moment.”
“Well, don’t take too long,” you murmur, your voice softening slightly. “We wouldn’t want to miss out on any other wedding traditions.”
Soonyoung grins, his fingers hooking under the garter. “Right, can’t forget those,” he says, his voice tinged with a hint of naughtiness.
He gently tugs on the garter, slowly sliding it down your leg, his eyes never leaving yours.
As he finally slips the garter off, he holds it up triumphantly, a goofy grin on his face. “There, tradition fulfilled,” he declares, waving the garter like a trophy.
You laugh, shaking your head at his antics. “Congratulations,” you say, clapping mockingly. “You’ve successfully removed a piece of elastic lace. Truly, a remarkable achievement.”
He bows dramatically, playing along. “Thank you, thank you,” he says, flashing you a cheeky smile. “It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.”
You can’t help but laugh, the light-hearted banter making the moment feel even more special. Soonyoung’s hand lingers on your leg for a moment longer before he finally lets go.
As Soonyoung gets up, stretching his arms with a yawn, he announces, "I'm going to take a bath." He heads towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
You sit up, still feeling the effects of last night's festivities, and shout after him, “Ya! Ladies first!”
From behind the closed door, you hear Soonyoung's laughter echo in the bathroom. “Sorry, didn’t hear you over the sound of me already starting the water!” he calls back, his voice filled with playful defiance.
You shake your head, smiling to yourself. It’s these little moments that make everything feel so natural and easy with him. After a few minutes, you hear the sound of running water stop, and Soonyoung emerges from the bathroom, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“All yours,” he says, grinning. “I left some hot water for you, too.”
You roll your eyes playfully, grabbing your toiletries and heading into the bathroom. The warm water is a welcome relief, washing away the remnants of makeup and the night's events. After a quick shower, you step out feeling slightly more human, though the hangover still lingers.
As you both finish getting ready, the thought of breakfast crosses your mind. However, just the idea of food makes your stomach churn. The hotel's breakfast spread is typically lavish, but today, the thought of greasy bacon and pastries is anything but appetizing.
Soonyoung, dressed in a casual outfit, catches your expression as you look at the food options. “Yeah, not feeling it either,” he says, rubbing his temple. “Let's skip it.”
You nod in agreement, both of you opting for just a coffee to stave off the worst of the hangover. With minimal conversation, you gather your belongings, checking out of the hotel and heading straight to the airport.
But one thing you definitely didn’t expect was Soonyoung falling asleep on your shoulder within the first thirty minutes of the flight. His head rested heavily against you, and his hand, seemingly by accident, was placed on your thigh.
As he softly snored, you couldn’t help but chuckle at how comfortable he looked. Anyone passing by would probably think you two were an old married couple, so naturally attuned to each other.
His head's weight pressed down on your shoulder, a constant reminder of his presence. Every now and then, you felt him subconsciously moisturizing his lips, a small, almost imperceptible movement that somehow made the moment even more cute.
You glanced at the small TV screen in front of you, trying to focus on the movie playing. It was a romance novel adaptation, the kind with sweeping gestures and grand declarations of love.
Normally, you might have rolled your eyes at the cliché, but with Soonyoung sleeping peacefully beside you, it felt oddly fitting.
As the plane cruised through the sky, you found yourself getting lost in the storyline, occasionally glancing at Soonyoung. His breathing was steady, a gentle rhythm that added to the soothing hum of the plane.
You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable without disturbing him, but his hand tightened instinctively on your thigh, holding you in place. It was a small, protective gesture that made your heart flutter.
What you loved the most was when Soonyoung finally woke up, blinking sleepily and then immediately apologizing. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, his face flushed with embarrassment. You chuckled, assuring him it was okay, that he had every right to rest. He seemed genuinely mortified, even offering, “You can sleep on my shoulder too, I promise.”
You smiled at his earnestness, brushing it off with a light, “Maybe on the way back, then,” as the announcement came that you were about to land.
Once you arrived, Soonyoung was quick to grab the suitcases from the taxi, his efficiency a comfort as you made your way to the hotel's check-in counter.
The concierge’s eyes seemed to linger on you a little too long, his gaze sliding over your sundress and perhaps admiring more than just the attire.
As you waited for the receptionist, the concierge leaned casually on the counter, offering a friendly, yet slightly flirtatious, smile.
“First time here, ma’am?” he asked, his tone smooth and inviting.
“Well, yes...” you replied, keeping your voice polite but detached. You could feel the weight of his attention and tried to subtly stretch your hand, making sure the gold ring on your finger was clearly visible.
The concierge didn’t seem to get the hint, or perhaps he chose to ignore it. “You’re in for a treat. We’ve got some wonderful spots for—”
Before he could continue, you felt Soonyoung's presence behind you, a comforting warmth at your back. His body pressed lightly against yours, a subtle yet possessive gesture that didn’t go unnoticed. His hand slipped around your waist, resting just below your belly, the touch gentle but unmistakably protective.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Everything alright?” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity and a subtle edge.
You could almost feel the shift in the air. The concierge straightened up, his expression flickering between surprise and a polite smile. “Oh, just making sure your stay is perfect,” he said, his tone now more professional, eyes darting between you and Soonyoung.
“Thank you,” Soonyoung replied, his voice steady. His hand didn’t move from its spot on your belly, and the slight squeeze he gave was enough to send a clear message. You leaned back into him, feeling a rush of warmth at his silent claim.
The receptionist finally returned with your room keys, handing them over with a bright, “Welcome to our hotel! We hope you enjoy your stay.” With the keys in hand, you and Soonyoung made your way to the elevator.
As the doors closed, sealing you both from the world outside, you turned to Soonyoung with a smirk. “Looks like someone’s a little possessive.”
He grinned back, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just making sure everyone knows you’re taken.”
You tease him back with a playful smirk. “Well, it’s just a business marriage. You shouldn’t worry about stuff like that,” you say, your tone light and slightly mocking.
Soonyoung scoffs, turning his gaze to the side with a dramatic sigh. “You’re such an idiot,” he mocks, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“An idiot, hm?” you counter, crossing your arms with a smirk. “Well, I’m an idiot you agreed to marry, so I guess that makes you twice the fool.”
He raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Sharp tongue of yours, huh?”
You nod, feigning innocence. “What can I say? I’ve had years of practice.”
Soonyoung leans in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, it’s a shame. I was really looking forward to giving you something special once we got to our hotel room.”
Your curiosity piques immediately. “Something special? Like what?”
He grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Oh, just something that’ll make you remember tonight.”
You raise an eyebrow, trying to gauge his meaning. “Something that’ll make me remember tonight, huh? Care to elaborate?”
Soonyoung chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, I think you already know what I’m talking about.”
You narrow your eyes, playfully challenging him. “Do I? Because you’re being awfully vague.”
He leans back, enjoying the game. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
The teasing glint in his eyes only fuels your curiosity further. You know exactly what he’s implying, but you play along, eager to hear him say it outright.
“So,” you press, “what is it? Can you give me a hint?”
Soonyoung’s grin widens, clearly relishing the moment. “Let’s just say it’s something that’ll make you very excited. And not just because of the hotel’s decor.”
You roll your eyes, laughing softly. “Alright, alright. I get it. You’re being all mysterious.”
You sulk, trailing behind Soonyoung as he walks down the hallway toward your room. “Tell me, pleeeease,” you plead.
Soonyoung glances back at you with a mischievous smile. “Nope, not telling,” he says, his grin widening as he enjoys your insistence.
When you reach the door, Soonyoung unlocks it and pushes it open, gesturing for you to enter. You walk in, your eyes scanning the room briefly, but your focus quickly returns to Soonyoung. He places the suitcases by the door and then hops onto the bed, sprawling out with a relaxed sigh.
You stay standing by the door, your arms crossed over your chest, giving him a sulky, upset look.
“So,” Soonyoung says with a defiant glare, “am I forgetting something?”
You pout, trying to look as curious and frustrated as possible. “You’ve got me curious,” you admit, your eyes wide.
He laughs, brushing his hand through his hair with a playful sigh. “You’re almost throwing a tantrum over this?”
Soonyoung slides his hand down his abdomen slowly, getting lower and lower, until he's wrapping his fingers around his cock through his white shorts. The outline is clear, thick, and perfectly defined against the fabric.
He gives it a little shake, a sly smile playing on his lips as he watches your reaction.
You stare at him in shock, your knees almost giving way as you take in the sight. Your mouth opens slightly, but no words come out as you struggle to process what you're seeing.
Soonyoung’s smile widens, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. “Are you surprised?”
He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Well, I figured it was time to give you a little hint,” he says, his hand still resting casually on his bulge. “So, do you think you’re ready to find out what else I have in store for tonight?”
You stammer, unable to look away from the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric of his shorts. “Do we have to wait until nightfall?”
Soonyoung licks his lips, his gaze never leaving you. “Oh,” he drawls, “but you have to walk properly tonight, so we can go to the restaurant.”
Your eyes darken, a fire igniting within you. “You think I can’t handle all of this inside?”
He raises an eyebrows. “You shouldn’t,” he says, his voice dripping with devilishness. “It’s just a business wedding, after all.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Just a business wedding, huh? You really want to test me?”
Soonyoung chuckles, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. “That’s right. Let’s see if you can keep your composure while we enjoy a nice dinner.”
You take a deep breath, feeling a rush of adrenaline. “Challenge accepted,”
You’ve never been so turned on by someone’s mere presence before. The entire city tour was a cruel game of torture, all at Soonyoung’s hands.
In the taxi, his hand had wandered to your nude thigh, brushing against your skin like a feather. The way his fingers lightly caressed your inner leg made your heart race and your breath catch.
At the restaurant, the casual caresses continued. His leg pressed against yours under the table, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
The warmth of his skin against yours, the way he would occasionally let his knee slide up your thigh—each movement was like an electric current surging through you, leaving you squirming in your seat.
Walking through the jewelry fair was an exercise in restraint. As you admired the sparkling displays, Soonyoung’s hands kept drifting to the exposed skin of your back. His touch was light, almost playful, but each graze against your bare skin made you shiver with need.
You could barely focus on the dazzling jewels in front of you; your mind was consumed with the need for him.
By the time you were back in the elevator, you felt like you were on the edge of losing control. You could feel his eyes on you, sharp and hungry, as you pressed yourself against the wall.
You turned your face away, but you couldn’t hide the truth from him. Your nipples, straining against your dress, betrayed your arousal. Your legs, pressed tightly together, were a clear sign of your desperation. Even your unsteady breaths gave you away.
When you finally arrived at the hotel room, you barely made it inside before your desperation took over.
You throw him against the wall, hands planted firmly on his chest. The sound reverberates through the room, probably making the neighbors wonder what the hell is going on. His usually small eyes are wide, staring at you flaggerblasted.
Your breath mingles with his as you lean in, letting your lips barely graze his. Your voice comes out breathy, almost desperate, “Please. Stop teasing me.”
For a moment, he's stunned, caught off guard by the whininess in your voice and the look on your face—like you might break if he doesn't give you what you need right now.
It's a twisted scenario, considering you're his childhood friend turned wife is standing before him with an expression that borders on agony—an agony only he can alleviate.
For a moment, he looks like he might laugh, but he knows he's on the verge of losing all sense of control, but a part of him relishes the idea.
“Say it again,” he murmurs. He knows he's playing with fire, but he can't resist the thrill. His lips barely brush against yours, teasing, taunting.
“Soonyoung, I'm going to fucking cry if you don't—”
“Hold it,” he commands,you shudder, your breath hitching as he lifts your dress. And you comply, bunching the fabric in your fists to keep it out of the way.
His hand slides down the front of your panties, and your head falls back.
Soonyoung leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear. “You’re so fucking impatient,” he growls.
His fingers slide through your slick folds, finding you wet and wanting, throbbing everytime he rubs his fat fingers on you. “You’ve never even tasted my cock, and you’re already obsessed, huh?” He presses his thumb against your clit, making you gasp. “You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
You whimper, your hips bucking against his hand. You can barely think straight. “Please, Soonyoung,” you beg again, your voice cracking.
He chuckles darkly, clearly relishing your desperation. “You want my cock so bad, don't you?” His fingers slide inside you, curling just right, and you cry out. “You want me to fuck you senseless? Make you scream my name?”
“Yes,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper. The words spill out of you, unfiltered and raw. “I want you to ruin me.”
“You’ve never had anyone fill you up like I will,” he says. “I’m gonna stretch you out so good, baby. You’ll be begging for more, even when you can’t take it.”
The dirty talk, the sheer vulgarity of his words, makes you even wetter. You feel like you're on the verge of losing control, and it's rousing.
Soonyoung's fingers pump in and out of you, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. His thumb rubs relentless circles on your clit, and you can feel the tension building, winding tighter and tighter.
“You’re gonna cum on my fingers first,” he whispers. “And then I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for days. Is that what you want, baby? To be fucked so good, you can’t even think about anything else?”
“Yes, yes, please,” you pant, your voice high and desperate. You can feel the orgasm building, Soonyoung's touch is all-consuming, driving you wild with every stroke.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs.“So eager to please. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
Here and there, Soonyoung is driving you insane with his body affixed to the wall, one strong arm holding your leg up. His wrist swiveling to match his fingers as they explore your weeping cunt and his repetitive rubbing of the areas that cause you to roll your eyes.
You cry out, gasping as you roll your hips onto his fingers, the orgasm making you forget what would be appropriate at the time. Soonyoung's fingers work you through it, drawing out every last drop of you.
As you come down from the high, you realize you're still clinging to him, fingers deep on his muscular shoulders, your breaths coming in hiccups. Soonyoung pulls his fingers out of you, and you feel a pang of loss.
Your legs feel like jelly, and you can barely stand. Soonyoung catches you, pulling you close.
Soonyoung's eyes rake over you, his smirk widening as he takes in the sight of your trembling legs. “You're trembling,” he chuckle. His gaze drops to the slick mess between your thighs, and he bites his lip, clearly reveling in the sight. “Better than this... you're literally dripping,” appreciating.
He lets your leg down, holding you firmly as he guides you back onto the bed. The plush mattress sinks under your weight.
“God forgive me,” he continues, “but if our mothers weren't in that dressing room that day, I would've fucked you right there in the store. With that princess veil of yours... I would've pinned you against the mirror and made you scream my name.”
Your mouth falls open. The image of him taking you into that bridal shop, surrounded by white lace and satin, hitting you like a punch to the gut.
You're not sure what shocks you more: his bold declaration or the way your body reacts to it, growing wetter with every word.
He smirks at your reaction.
“What's the matter, princess? Cat got your tongue?" He teases. His fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. “Or are you just too turned on to speak?"
He's right; you're completely at his mercy, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a response.
He strips off his shirt, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso, then shucks off his shorts. His erection strains against the fabric of his boxers, and he groans, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he palms himself.
“I could've fucked you on that altar,” he visualize. "In front of all those guests. Just to show everyone that no matter how arranged this marriage was, you're mine. No one else's.”
He opens his eyes, locking onto yours. “I would've spread you open right there, had you screaming my name, showing them all who you belong to."
His dirty words, the way he claims you with every syllable, makes your head spin.
Soonyoung's hand moves over his bulge, his eyes never leaving yours. “You don't even know how much I've wanted you,” he hisses. “How much I want to fuck you senseless, make you mine in every way.”
He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. “And tonight, I'm going to do just that. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget about everyone else. Just me, and this cock inside you, filling you up until you can't think straight.”
You squirm, your body responding to his filthy promises. You can't tear your eyes away from him, your mind racing with the possibilities of what the night holds.
Soonyoung's fingers brush against the hem of your dress, and you shudder at the contact. “Take it off,” he orders, his voice rough. “I want you naked, spread out on this bed, ready for me.” His eyes bore into yours, and you know he's not just asking—he's demanding.
You slip your dress over your head, tossing it aside as you finally catch sight of Soonyoung completely naked. His hand moves over his erection, the cockhead glistening with precum. The sight makes you lick your lips.
“Can you—” he starts to ask, but you cut him off, not needing him to finish.
“Yes!” you nearly moan. His eyes darken, a smirk playing on his lips as you drop to your knees in front of him.
You take a moment to appreciate the sight before you. His cock is thick and veined, the head an angry red, glossy with precum. You can almost taste it just from looking.
Tentatively, you lean in and press a soft kiss to the tip, tasting the salty precum on your tongue. It's musky and slightly bitter, but it makes you want to choke on this cock. You swirl your tongue around the head, savoring the taste and the way his breath hitches above you.
Soonyoung's hand tangles in your hair, guiding you closer. “Yes, baby,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “Just like that.”
Encouraged by his reaction, you take him deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching around his girth. The texture of his cock is smooth yet rigid, the veins pulsating against your tongue. You hollow your cheeks, creating a tight seal as you bob your head, taking more of him with each movement.
His hips jerk forward involuntarily, and you hear a strangled moan escape his lips. “Shit, that feels so good,” he pants, his grip on your hair tightening. You look up at him through your lashes, your eyes meeting his. The sight of him looking down at you, his face twisted in pleasure, spurs you on.
You slide your hand up his thigh, wrapping it around the base of his cock to stroke what you can't fit in your mouth. Your other hand cups his balls, gently massaging them as you continue to suck him.
You hum around his length, sending vibrations through him. He shudders, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. “You're so fucking good at this,” he praises, his voice breathless. “So eager, so perfect.”
You moan around his cock at the praise. You take him deeper, pushing your limits as you feel him hit the back of your throat. You gag slightly but push through, wanting to please him, wanting to show him how much you want this.
“Y/N,” he gasps, his hips bucking forward again. “You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that.”His voice is strained, you don't know if he's warning you or if he's desperate.
You don't let up, doubling your efforts. You suck harder, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head every time you pull back. Your hand continues to pump the base of his cock, matching the rhythm of your mouth. You can feel him throbbing, his cock pulsing with need.
Soonyoung's moans grow louder, more desperate. His breaths come in uneven pants, his body tense with the need for release. “Fuck, Y/N, I'm so close,” he warns, his voice breaking.
You look up at him, your eyes locking with his as you take him even deeper. You want to see him come undone, to watch him lose control because of you. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and with one last swirl of your tongue, he lets out a choked moan.
He comes hard, his hips jerking as he spills into your mouth. The taste of his release floods your senses, warm and salty. You swallow every drop, savoring the way he trembles above you. His hand in your hair tightens, holding you in place as he rides out his orgasm.
His hand gently strokes your hair after, a contrast to the rough grip from moments before. You pull back, licking your lips and savoring the last taste of him.
He lifts you up effortlessly, his lips crashing into yours. He doesn't care that his cock was just in your mouth seconds ago or that his cum lingers on your tongue. The taste of himself on your lips makes him moan, the sound vibrating between you.
After a moment, he pulls back, one hand wrapping around your throat, not tight but firm enough to make you feel his presence. His eyes bore into yours, as he licks his sensitive lips.
“You were sucking me so good,” he rasps, “that I almost said ‘I love you’.”
A laugh bursts out of you, hearty and genuine, and he watches you with a smirk.
“I swear,” he continues, his tone playful. “if I'd known marrying you would come with benefits like this, I would've done it way sooner.” “I feel like I owe you something after that blowjob,” he says, his voice dropping into a deeper, more sultry tone.
You bite your lip, a dirty thought flashing through your mind, and Soonyoung picks up on it immediately. Soonyoung's gaze narrows, reading the filth in your expression
“What is it? What do you want?” he asks excitedly.
“Can you fuck me… doggy style?” you ask.
“Yes, I can,” The corners of his mouth twitch, barely holding back a grin.
You look up, pretending to be lost in thought, then say, “Can you fuck me in missionary?”
He nods again, biting his lip, his grip on your throat tightening just a little.
“Can you fuck me inside… the shower?”
He presses you tightly against him, his hand gripping your waist possessively, but your gaze still eating him whole.
“I can fuck you upside down, sideways, any way you want, baby,” he answers, his voice steady and confident. “Just say the word, and I'll make it happen.”
You moan in response. Too early to say that you're already dumb for his cock?
“Get on all fours and lift that pretty ass for me.”
As you crawl up the bed, you make sure to put on a show. You arch your back, lifting your ass higher, giving Soonyoung the view he wants. You wiggle it a little, teasing him.
The motion makes your pussy lips part slightly, already slick and ready for him. You can feel his eyes on you, burning with thirst. Without warning, his hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp. You let out a yelp. You know that mark will be there tomorrow, like a postmark, like a stamp, like a reminder of this moment, and the thought makes you even wetter.
He moves behind you, the bed dipping under his weight. You feel his hands on your hips, gripping you firmly as he positions himself. You can't help but push back against him, seeking more contact.
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters, running his hands over the curves of your ass, squeezing the flesh and kneading it roughly. He spreads you open, taking in the sight of your wetness. “Look at how ready you are for me. You're dripping, baby.”
You moan, pushing back against him, desperate for more. “Please, Soonyoung, I need you.”
“Fuck, you sound so desperate,” he taunts, positioning himself behind you. His cock slides against your folds, teasing you, making you whimper. “Beg for it. Beg for my cock.”
“Please, Soonyoung, fuck me,” you whine. “I need your cock inside me, please. I can’t wait any longer.”
He doesn't tease, doesn't make you wait any longer. He thrusts in with one hard, deep stroke, filling you completely. The sudden intrusion makes you cry out, a slight discomfort as your walls stretch around him. But it makes your toes curl.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, gripping your hips as he starts to move. “So fucking tight and wet for me. You feel that? That’s my cock stretching your pussy.”
You moan loudly, the pleasure building with each thrust. “Yes, Soonyoung, I feel it. It feels so good. Fuck me harder.”
He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. The sudden burst of pleasure makes you gasp, your body jolting.
He pulls back slowly, only to slam back in, setting a rough, punishing rhythm, making you roll your eyes back.
He's so deep, hitting spots you didn't even know existed. Each thrust makes you see stars, and you can't help but moan loudly, not caring if the entire hotel hears you. The stretch, the fullness, it's all so overwhelming, so fucking good.
“Come on,” he urges, voice a low growl. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze this cock.”
It's all too much. The feel of his cock, his fingers on your clit, the dirty words spilling from his lips—it all sends you over the edge. The second orgasm of the night making you feel already exhausted. Your voice hoarse, as you feel yourself sloppier between your legs.
There's no mercy in his movements; he's fucking you through your high, pushing you beyond your limits. Each time he hits your cervix, a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain ripples through you, making your arms tremble uncontrollably.
You try to hold yourself up, but your strength falters. With a soft cry, your arms give out, and your chest falls against the bed. Soonyoung lets out a low chuckle, a smug grin spreading across his face as he watches you crumble beneath him. Even with your body slack, you're impossibly tight around him, your pussy squeezing him like a vice.
Soonyoung’s hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continues to pound into you from behind. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, stretching you, making your walls clench involuntarily around him.
He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear, and you can hear the pride in his voice as he coos, “Aww, look at you. So fucking helpless, so fucking wrecked. You can’t even hold yourself up, can you?”
You can barely muster a response, a breathy whimper escaping your lips as you feel the tears start to stream down your cheeks. It’s an almost incredulous feeling, the tears mixing with the sweat on your face.
You’ve never been fucked like this before, never been pushed to the brink and then beyond, your body betraying you as it trembles under his control. It’s a raw, visceral experience that leaves you gasping for air, your mind a hazy blur of feel.
Soonyoung notices the tears, and his smirk grows wider. “Look at you, crying for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “Is it too much, baby? Too fucking good? Love being fucked so hard you can’t even think straight?”
His hand moves from your hip to your hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling your head back, forcing you to arch your back even more. The angle shifts, and he hits that perfect spot inside you, making you moan loudly, your voice cracking with the intensity of it all.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, his hips snapping forward with even more force. “God, you’re squeezing me so fucking hard. It’s like your pussy doesn’t want to let me go.” He punctuates his words with deep, hard thrusts that leave you reeling, each one sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through your body.
“So pretty when you cry,” he continues, his tone almost taunting. “I could do this all day, just watch you fall apart on my cock” His words are filthy, degrading, but they ignite something inside you, a desperate need for more.
The way he speaks to you, the way he claims you with each word and each thrust, is addictive.
You can’t hold back your sobs. “Please,” you manage to choke out, not even sure what you’re begging for anymore.
More, less, anything—just something to ease the dizzying sensation coursing through you.
He laughs softly, a dark, knowing sound that makes your skin prickle. “Please what, baby? You want me to stop? You want me to fuck you harder?”
He pulls out almost completely, the emptiness leaving you gasping, and then slams back in with a force that makes your whole body jolt.
“You’re so fucking greedy. Can’t get enough, can you? You want this cock to ruin you, want me to fuck you so good you’ll feel it for days.”
All you can do is moan and sob, your body shuddering with each thrust as he pounds into you. The bed creaks under the force of his movements, it’s dirty, raw, and utterly nasty.
“Gonna make you cum again,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise.
And as you feel the tension building inside you again, that familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your belly—you know he’s right.
He lays you gently on the bed, your back sinking into the mattress. Your face, flushed and glistening with sweat, looks completely wrecked, completely exhausted. Soonyoung feels a brief flicker of pity, but it quickly dissipates as you babble out your dirty words, barely coherent but dripping with need. “Please... Soonyoung... more, need you so bad... fuck…”
He smirks, spreading your wobbly legs apart, exposing the slick, swollen mess between them. “You can barely form a sentence, and yet you still want more.”
He slides his cock back inside you, stretching you open once more.
Soonyoung's thumb finds your clit again, and he begins to work it in slow, light-touch circles. The sensation is maddening, a delicious contrast to the deep, methodical thrusts of his cock.
He watches your face intently, drinking in every expression, every gasp and whimper."That's it, baby," he coos. “Let me see that pretty face when you cum.”
You can barely keep your eyes open, your body overly sensitive from the previous orgasms, but he doesn't let up.
His other hand moves to your chest, fondling your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple before sliding up to wrap around your throat. This time, the grip is firm, real, and you can feel the delicious pressure as he chokes you just enough to make your head spin.
He leans in closer, his eyes never leaving your face.
You cling to him, your arms wrapping tightly around his body, pulling him closer as if you could merge with him, become one. The scent of sweat and skin mingling in the air—it all consumes you.
Your body is trembling, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core, a white-hot band of pressure that threatens to snap. Soonyoung's moans are louder now, but they seem distant, like they're coming from underwater, muffled by the roaring in your ears.
His pace quickens, and you feel yourself losing control, your mind slipping away from the physical world. The room, the bed, even Soonyoung—all of it fades into the background.
There's only the blinding, all-encompassing pleasure that fills every nerve, every cell in your body. It's like being pulled under a wave, the sensation crashing over you with a force that's almost violent.
Your thighs tremble uncontrollably, and you can feel the muscles in your abdomen clenching, the buildup to your orgasm reaching its peak.
And then, it hits. The climax rips through you, a white-hot explosion that leaves you gasping, the world narrowing down to the blinding sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Your back arches off the bed, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your vision goes white. The intensity is mind-numbing, erasing everything else from your mind except the overwhelming euphoria that pulses through you.
Your body shakes with the force of it, your legs quivering, toes curling as the pleasure radiates outward from your core. You can feel the slickness between your thighs, the way your walls flutter and squeeze around Soonyoung, pulling him deeper inside you.
Soonyoung's name falls from your lips in a choked sob, your voice hoarse and trembling.
You slowly come back to reality, feeling the weight of Soonyoung's body on top of you, his cum warm and sticky between your bellies.
Soonyoung pants loudly, trying to catch his breath. He lifts his head slightly to look at you, concern flickering in his eyes despite the satisfied smile on his lips. “You okay, wifey?” he asks.
You manage a weak smile, still feeling the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. “I’m okay, hubby,”
His smile widens, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he murmurs. “You were amazing.”
You chuckle softly, the sound a bit strained. “You weren’t too bad yourself,” you tease, your hand coming up to rest on his back, feeling the muscles still taut from effort.
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your own. “Glad I could satisfy my wife on our first night together,”
“Think we should clean up?” Soonyoung asks after a while.
“Probably,” you agree, though neither of you makes a move to get up just yet. You’re too content, too wrapped up in the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence.
Eventually, with a reluctant sigh, Soonyoung shifts, carefully pulling away from you. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver slightly. He helps you sit up, his hands gentle and supportive as you both make your way to the bathroom.
The weight of the wedding ring on your finger feels heavier now, more symbolic than ever. It’s not just a piece of jewelry; it’s a constant reminder of the commitment you’ve made and the life you’re building together.
Soonyoung, despite his own exhaustion, is kneeling beside the tub, gently washing you. His focused expression as he works to make sure you’re clean and comfortable. The sight of him, so dedicated and caring, makes your heart swell.
You feel a pang of guilt as you see the tiredness etched on his face, a reminder of how much he’s given for you, both physically and emotionally. Your legs, still trembling from the aftermath of the passion, had given up on you, leaving you reliant on him. The thought of him taking care of you, even in his weariness, makes you feel both grateful and a bit ashamed.
“Hey,” you say softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “You don’t have to do this. I can manage on my own.”
Soonyoung looks up at you, his eyes softening as he smiles. “I want to,” he says quietly. “You took care of me earlier, and now it’s my turn to take care of you. Besides, it’s kind of nice, being able to do this for you.”
You look him in the eye and sense the truth in his words. His warm, comforting smile belies the weariness that is evident in the lines on his face.
[...]
As you and Soonyoung lie together in bed, the room is quiet except for the soft rustling of the sheets and the occasional sigh from either of you. The memories of what just happened still lingers in the air, making both of you feel a bit shy and stunned.
As Soonyoung lays his head on your chest, you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. He sighs contentedly, his fingers lightly tracing patterns around your breast.
“So,” he begins, his voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of playfulness, “when I hinted at what I wanted, I honestly didn’t think you'd go for it. I was kind of... hoping, but also preparing for a rejection.”
You chuckle softly, your fingers running through his hair. “Oh really? And why not?”
“Well, for one, you’re ridiculously hot. I didn’t think you’d be that into it right off the bat.”
You giggle, feeling a rush of confidence. “Oh, come on. Why wouldn’t I? You’re hot, and let’s be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing.”
“Damn, so you think I’m hot, huh? And here I was thinking I’d have to put in a little more effort.” He rises to look at you, but you make him lay again, your cheeks flushed.
“I can’t believe we managed to go from ‘I do’ to ‘Let’s fuck’ in just a few days. We really don’t waste any time, do we?” You say, grinning.
“Yeah, I guess I underestimated how much I’d resist you, but I knew I was in trouble from the moment we got married… I thought I’d be a strong soldier, holding out a bit longer.”
He hums thinking.
“I’m surprised I managed to hold out for as long as I did.” he finishes.
You raise an eyebrow, a naughty smile playing on your lips. "Well, I guess you’re not as disciplined as you thought. Seems like you fell for me quicker than you’d like to admit.”
Soonyoung’s eyes sparkle. “You’ve got me completely hooked.”
You let out a dramatic sigh, your hand resting on his cheek. “Poor soldier. Captured by the enemy and all. What will you do now?”
He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. "I guess I’ll just have to surrender to you completely.”
“Even the strongest can fall. And let’s be real, I’m pretty good at making sure my soldiers surrender.” You shrugged, smirking.
He bursts into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. “Damn, you really know how to make a guy feel like a total pushover.”
“I plan on keeping you hooked, you know—well, at least until the next time we have a ‘conversation’ like tonight."
“Well, if this is what marriage looks like, I think I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.”
Synopsis: One minute, you were running through choreography. And in the next, Hoshi had you pinned against the fogged-up mirror, his breath hot on your neck and his grip bruising your hips. The last thing on your mind was the collab stage. A duet was already happening. The audience? You and him.
Pairing: idol!Hoshi x idol!afab!reader
Genre: smut, idol! au, no plot just filth
Rating: mature
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), semi-public sex, creampie, lemme know if I missed anything!
Note: This is a full version of this drabble! I couldn't stop thinking of fucking Hoshi in the practice room, so here we are.
Thank you papa @chugging-antiseptic-dye for helping me with the synopsis!
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"5, 6, 7, and 8."
The two of you hit the final pose, chests heaving, skin glistening with sweat. You and Hoshi have been rehearsing for an upcoming collab stage—both main dancers of your respective groups, your companies decided that pairing you up was the best move.
And this dance? Sensual would be an understatement.
There's one move in particular that never fails to fluster you—the moment Hoshi presses against you, his body moulding to yours. And every time, without fail, you catch the faint smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
Catching your breath, you swipe a hand across your damp forehead.
"That was better," you say with a smile. Hoshi nods in agreement.
"Still struggling with one part, though," he pouts, and you have to bite back the internal squeal at how unfairly cute he looks.
"We can run it again," you offer.
Hoshi grins before restarting the song, and your breath stutters when you realise which part he's talking about. His hands settle on your hips as he steps behind you, his chest flush against your back. One arm winds around your waist, dragging you even closer as his nose trails from your neck to your shoulder.
His dark eyes lock onto yours in the mirror, and you can't stop the heat flooding your cheeks. He holds the pose far longer than necessary, the air between you thickening with something electric.
Then his fingers begin a slow crawl up your torso.
"H-Hoshi," you gasp.
"Mhm?" His lips brush your ear, voice a low hum as he nuzzles into the curve of your neck.
A broken sound escapes you when he rolls his hips against yours.
"Shhh," he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. "There are people in the other room."
Another slow grind, another whimper torn from your lip—he's unravelling you, piece by piece.
"Hoshi, please," you whisper, voice trembling.
"Please what, baby?"
"I need you."
A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. "All you had to do was ask."
He spins you to face him, your hands landing on his chest as you look up into his piercing gaze. Without hesitation, he crashes his lips onto yours in a hungry kiss. You moan as his tongue tangles with yours, and a low groan rumbles from his throat when your fingers slip beneath his shirt, tracing the hard lines of his bare skin.
A whimper escapes you at the feel of his muscles under your touch—firm, taut—every defined ab flexing beneath your fingertips.
His hands roam your body, gripping, teasing, and you shiver under his possessive hold.
Then, in one swift motion, Hoshi lifts you and slams you against the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the practice room. Your back hits the glass with a gasp. The two of you stare, breaths ragged, eyes burning into each other with unspoken hunger.
His finger trails from your forehead down to your lips, feather-light, before pressing against them. Instinctively, you suck, drawing a deep groan from him.
"You're driving me insane," he rasps.
A gasp tears from your throat as he grinds his hard length against your clothed cunt, the sheer size of him already making you clench around nothing.
"Hoshi, please—I can't—" you whine.
"Can't what, baby?" His smirk is infuriating. You huff in frustration.
He chuckles darkly before sliding his hand down, cupping your heat in one possessive grip. You whimper, squirming under his touch.
"Bet you're already soaked for me." His voice drips with satisfaction, and your cheeks burn.
In one swift motion, he yanks down your shorts and panties, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool air. His hungry gaze rakes over you, and you flush under the intensity.
He spreads your folds, thumb pressing against your clit—your back arches, a moan slipping free.
"Hush, baby," he purrs, "don't wanna get caught, do we?" You bite your lip, muffling yourself as his thumb begins slow, torturous circles.
Electric sparks dance under your skin, but it's not enough—you stare up at him, pleading.
"What is it?" he taunts.
A muffled whimper is all you manage.
"Words, baby." His thumb slows just to spite you.
"Need more…please," you beg, voice thick with desperation.
His smirk sharpens before he plunges a finger inside, stretching you with a single, ruthless thrust.
"Fuck—so tight." His growl sends heat straight to your core.
His finger pistons in and out while his thumb works your clit, the dual sensations coiling pleasure low in your belly—but you need more. You rock against his hand shamelessly, chasing relief, and he laughs at your desperation.
Then—another finger. He curls them deep, hitting that sweet spot with brutal precision.
Your head slams back, a bitten-off moan trapped behind your lips. He does it again. And again.
You're unravelling, every nerve alight. His thumb speeds up, circling your clit with relentless focus—your thighs tremble, the knot inside you pulling taut.
"H-Hoshi—don't stop, I'm so close!"
"Cum," he orders, "drench my fingers." Then his mouth crashes onto yours, swallowing your cries as you shatter.
Your body convulses around him, waves of pleasure wracking through you as he fucks you through it, dragging out every last tremor. When he finally pulls out, the obscene slick of your arousal hangs in the air.
Dazed, you pant against his lips, still throbbing from the aftershocks.
Then his fingers—glistening with you—press to your mouth.
"Open up, baby."
You obey, sucking them clean, the taste of yourself igniting a fresh wave of heat. His eyes darken—dripping with desire.
"Can't hold back anymore. I need you." His grip tightens, spinning you around before slamming your cheek against the cold mirror.
You hear the sharp sound of his zipper, then the soft thud of his pants hitting the floor. A gasp escapes you as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, slick and insistent.
"Ready?" His voice is rough, strained.
You nod, and with one deep thrust, he's inside you—drawing a sharp gasp from your lips and a guttural groan from his.
"Fuck—you're gripping me so tight," he rasps, his voice ragged.
A muffled whimper slips out as he bottoms out, filling you completely. Then he moves, dragging himself in and out, the thick ridges of his veins rubbing against your walls in a way that makes your eyes roll back.
"Look at me." He commands with a growl. "Look at me while I ruin you."
You obey, meeting his darkened gaze in the mirror—his black hair clinging to his forehead, brows furrowed, lips swollen from biting back moans. His eyes burn into yours, unrelenting.
His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise as his pace turns frantic, almost feral. You can't hold back anymore—a loud moan spills from your lips, uncaring who might hear.
"Shit, you're squeezing me like that—" His voice is rough with pleasure. "Close?"
You moan, nodding desperately as the coil inside you winds tighter.
His hand slips between you, fingers circling your clit with practiced precision.
"Cum with me, baby."
A few more brutal thrusts, and you shatter around him, your walls fluttering as pleasure crashes over you. The sight pushes him over the edge—with a deep groan, he spills into you, filling you up as his hips jerk through his release.
Chests heaving, you stare at each other in the fogged-up mirror, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. One thing's certain, though—this just made everything a hell of a lot more complicated.
Summary: You and Hoshi have been best friends ever since you can remember, always been together through highs and lows. Now, as adults, you kept the same, but with an addition of his friend - and your crush - Woozi. But when things get steamy between you and Woozi, you ran to your friend asking for a rather unusual help,
Pairing: bsf!Hoshi x virgin!fem!reader (slight Woozi x reader)
Word count: 9k
Content Warnings: porn with plot, best friends to ????, Jihoon and Hoshi are roomies, reader is a virgin (duh!), reader is the same age as the boys, Hoshi best boy, make out sesh, reader is a bit ashamed for still being a virgin (don't be, everyone has their own time and moment), a sick amount usage of pet names (babe, baby, princess), consent is very very sexy, Hoshi talk her through it, oral (m & f), fingering, protected piv, multiple orgasms, after care, sex talk, bathing together, cuddling (I guess that's it lmk if I forgot anything)
a/n: I had this idea after talking with my friend about how his crush still felt nervous and shy that she's a virgin at her age and she's a huge carat and Hoshi is her bias so… I wrote based on how I wished my first time went and how I told my friend for him to do with her lol
a/n2: as someone who lost their virginity quite late for what is expected I feel like there's a lot of pressure about it. Which os funny because, as a woman, society judges us if we indulge in sex activities and judges us if we don't. So if either way we'll be judged, we might as well do it.
Anyways. Hope you guys enjoy it. I really had a fun time writing this piece and I really liked how it turned out.
⚠️ english is not my first language so I apologize if there's any mistake
⚠️ this is a piece of fiction, in any way or form I intend to say that the people portrayed in the story act this way.
⚠️ as a writer (and artist and designer as well) I do condone the use of AI for creative work, therefore, I DO NOT use AI, nor consent to the use of my work for feeding machines.
⚠️ Do NOT repost my work
Soonyoung and you always been best friends ever since you can remember. Meeting when you were just kids, at the ripe age of seven, and being inseparable ever since. You can't remember a moment of yours or his life that each other wasn't a part of.
Your birthdays. Your exams at school. When he had his first crush. And first heartbreak. And you had yours. When he gave his first kiss and came all giggly to tell you about how it felt. When he told you he would audition to become a trainee and you accompanied him to the small company. When you told him you'd pursue a career in arts much to your parents dismay and he supported you all the way through.
There wasn't a moment when you haven't been by each other side.
Even after he debuted and he had a terrible schedule and concerts and tours, he'd still make time for you, even if meant take you to the mess that was the dorm for you to unwind about life.
Years and years of friendship was hard to break. Some have tried though. There were girls he was talking to that the moment they expressed their dislike on you or your friendship he would cut ties immediately. "No girl is worth to end a friendship for".
After you finished college and got a home office job, you started to spend more and more time at his house and, because of that, spend more time with his friends than before. Especially Woozi.
The boys would often let you crash at their apartment to work since you'd frequently feel alone at your own apartment, the silence too loud to let you work. Each one of you would be doing your own stuff, you working on your computer, Hoshi mindlessly scrolling through his phone and Jihoon locked at his studio working on a new song or something.
Occasionally, you and Jihoon would work together, he'd allow you to enter his sanctuary of a studio and work from there, just to make him company. The boy would ask you opinions on lyrics and beats and, even though you didn't understand much of music production, you'd still gave him your opinion and perception as an outsider, which he always appreciated, thanking you with a shy smile.
More you'd spend time with him, more you realized you started to develop feelings for the boy. But you kept quiet because maybe it was just because it had been a while you've met new people, and he treated you so well and you felt seen every time you two would talk. Maybe it was because he always let you have the last piece of pizza on movie nights or tucked you to not feel cold after you fell asleep on their couch. Maybe you just were love deprived.
It was another one of those days, you and your best friend in the living room and Jihoon stuck in his studio until he left for a meeting or something at the company.
The door clicked close and Soonyoung lifted himself from the sofa and sat in front of you on the table, face propped in his hands while he stared at you. "What?" you asked without even take the eyes out of your screen.
"When are you planning to tell me?"
"Tell you what exactly?" you half-closed the lid of your laptop to look at him, he held a mischievous grin.
"That you like Woozi" you widened your eyes but soon went back to normal hoping he had seen nothing. He did see. "Oh c'mon, yn" he rolled his eyes and leaned closer to you. "It's not like you're the most discreet person I know"' you sighed and turned to the side to uselessly hide your burning cheeks. "So… you do like him?"
"I-I don't know for sure" you turned to finally look at him again. "I think it might be a stupid little crush because it's been a while, you know?" he nodded. "It's nothing, don't think too much into it" he nodded even though he wasn't convinced, but he let it slide.
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The days that followed Hoshi watched you two closely and tried his best to play matchmaker.
Incredibly so, it worked. You and Woozi found yourselves getting closer than before, talking more than usual, even hanging out without the presence of the third friend.
You'd enter the apartment, say hi to your friend and go straight to Jihoon's studio to work by his side. Sometimes there would be barely any work done, you two would spend the entire time talking, laughing and sharing stories about each other and Hoshi.
One particular day, you ended up sleeping at the sofa the boy kept in his studio, curled up in his hoodie and softly snoring. You woke up with him crouched by your side, fingers gently caressing your cheeks with a soft smile that you had never seen him give you before. He gently lowered his face until his lips touched yours. Gentle. Caring.
You felt your cheeks heat at the contact but kissed him back, closing your eyes and lifting yourself from the sofa. Jihoon held your face between his hands as he stared into your eyes as if he searched for any sign of resistance or that you didn't want him. When he found none, he kissed you again, this time it wasn't a simple peck. He moved his lips and angled his head so he could have more access and control over you. You felt like floating, eyes fluttering while shut at the touch of his lips on yours, of his hands on you.
The two of you kept kissing slowly and gently like that for a while, until your lungs gave up and begged for you two to break the kiss. A small and almost inaudible whine leaving your lips.
The boy kept kissing you though, going down to your jaw and neck, making your mouth open looking for air and eyes shut again, enjoying the moment. His left hand held your waist tightly, while his right hand was holding your neck possessively, grabbing the hairs on the nape and making you almost whine at the sting. He left a trail of butterfly kisses down to your neck, pulling the neckline of his hoodie down so he could have access to your shoulder. You whined the moment he bit into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, back arching into him.
That was all he needed to grab you fully by your waist and pull you straddling his lap. The position making your whole body warm up in both shame and need. Before you could even think further he pulled you back to kiss him, this time with more hunger, more need. You felt like he was trying to eat your lips. And still you wouldn't complain. He licked your lips and you opened them, having your mouth instantly being invaded by his warm tongue, that found yours and invited it to a dance.
The kiss got heated quickly. Your bodies got heated quickly. And the air-con in the room was doing nothing to soothe the burning sensation all over your bodies.
Woozi started to play with the hem of his hoodie you were wearing before pulling it up and taking it off of you, your cute little shirt hugging all your curves that the big thick piece was hiding. He started to kiss your neck again and you threw your head back, giving him more access to your throat.
You two were so entranced on each other that he didn't realize he was moaning against your skin and that you were grinding against his clothed length slowly.
It was just when you felt his hands slipping under your shirt and touching your skin, and that you felt his hard on starting to poke between your legs that you finally came back to your senses and frozen in place, holding him away from you.
His breathing was erratic, his lips red and swollen from kissing, eyes glassy and dark. You felt bad. "Is… is everything ok? Did I do something?" He asked worried, voice low and growly, too sexy for your own good.
You denied with your head and took a deep breath. "No! No! It's just… I… aren't we going too fast?" You asked, trying to pry away from the real problem in your head.
"If you think that's fast then that's fast" he caressed your back and kissed your forehead, you melted. "We'll go by your rhythm, ok?" You nodded and gave him a half smile.
"Thank you" you whispered and gave a weak peck on his lips before lifting yourself from his lap. The bulge in his pants very visible and you suddenly felt bad for leaving him like that. "I… I gotta go" he nodded and you waved goodbye before grabbing your stuff quickly and leaving.
You didn't even say your goodbye to Soonyoung. All you wanted was to go home and take a cold shower.
»»——⊙——««
It had been more than a week since the studio happening. You didn't have the courage to show up at their apartment again. You gave excuses of having too much work and they were distracting you, that your company was doing a series of meetings for the new event they were organizing and you were working on. You were starting to run out of excuses.
Jihoon would send you messages almost everyday, even if it was just to send a good morning or a have a great day at work. You felt bad running away from him like that. But you panicked.
You needed help and there was only one person that you could trust enough to help you in that situation.
As soon as you entered the apartment, Hoshi came running to you and engulfed you in a tight hug, lifting you from the ground and spinning you. Giggles left you as you welcomed his warm hug.
"I thought you had forgotten about your best friend" he pouted looking at you, arms still at your waist.
You rolled your eyes and left his embrace, moving to sit on the couch. "Are you sure Jihoon is not home?" You asked and he shook his head.
"He went to visit his family this weekend" you nodded and he sat by your side. "Why? Are you running from him?" He chuckled but you bit your lower lip in anxiety. "Wait, really?"
"It's not exactly running" you answered and turned yourself to fully look at him. "It's just…" you sighed, looked at your own fiddling hands and looked back at Soonyoung, that was watching you with intent, head slightly cocked like a curious puppy. "Last time I was here we kissed"
Hoshi put his hands on his mouth in surprise, a smile on his face "omg really? Like, kissed kissed?" You nodded.
"And we kinda started making out a little"
"With me in the house? You nasty little freaks" he joked but stopped when he saw your serious face. "But what's wrong? Did you not like it? Is he bad? Does he have a bad breath?" You chuckled and shook your head. "Then what is it?"
You fiddled with your fingers. "You know how I was never able to have a real relationship?" You looked at him and he nodded. "Well…" his eyes widened and he grabbed you by your shoulders.
"Wait! Are you still a virgin?" You flew your hands to hide your face, embarrassment taking over your entire body. "No! No! I didn't meant like that, babe!" He pulled your hands away from your burning face. "I just thought that you never told me"
"Soonie, we are best friends, I'd tell you about my first time if had happened. Like you told me about yours" he nodded slowly. "It's just… I never got the opportunity, ya know? And when me and Jihoon started making out and he tried to take my shirt off I freaked out and ran away" he couldn't help but laugh a little at you.
"I can't believe you are almost thirty and still acting like a teenager" he smiled and ruffled your hair.
"Can you blame me tho'?" He denied with his head and you looked at your nails again, the little skin lifting up at your cuticles more interesting than anything else. "That's why I kinda need your help"
He straightened his back and stared at you like he was staring into your soul "my help? Like… like what?"
"C-can you… like… teach me?" His eyes widened "only because I don't want to look like a loser to Jihoon and I trust you with my life and… I don't know what else to do. We don't have to do anything, just… tell me… about… sex" you shied at the end.
"But what about porn and stuff like that? Have you touched yourself at least?" You nodded.
"I don't believe in porn, I think it's too fake, too in the face, you know? And yeah, I touch myself from time to time, I'm a virgin not a prude" you slightly punched his shoulder and laughed, trying to ease the tension and the mood. "You obviously can say no if you don't want to"
"It's not that" he assured you, his shoulders slumping. "I'm worried about after, will it change us? Because I don't want it to change us"
"Me neither" you assumed. "Think about as two best friends helping each other"
"What do I get from that?"
"I don't know?" You laughed and threw your head back into the couch's back. "It's crazy isn't it? Forget about it. I was just desperate. I will tell Jih-" you barely could finish the sentence when you felt your friend's lips on yours.
It was quick, almost like a test. But his plush lips felt so soft against yours.
You two looked at each other and he kissed you again. It felt weird to kiss your best friend yet it felt good too. His lips were soft, kind, gentle. The plushness of his involving yours and taking you to this alluring dance that was his kiss. He tasted like coffee, candy and something uniquely him. It was odd. In a good way.
You kept kissing gently and slowly, almost as if you two were scared to take even further. To make it real.
Soonyoung hands slowly rose to your thighs, squeezing gently the plushness of the skin and earning a huff from you directly into his lips. He used the moment to deepen the kiss, using your open mouth to explore it with his tongue. You hummed low when you felt his wet muscle entangle with yours, his taste now intoxicating you.
Your body instinctively move forward, searching for his. Your hands running through his soft locks to keep him close to you. Moving his own from your thighs, he slid to your waist, pulling your torso towards his and gently laying you both on the sofa, with you on top of him.
The kissing kept going and going until you both were left nothing but panting messes with lips red and puffy from the friction. Just like Jihoon did, as soon as your lips left each other, his were connected to your neck, leaving feather-light kisses, making you shiver in anticipation. His touch was careful, trying not to overwhelm you, even though he was using all his self control to not bend you in half and fuck you in that couch. Your sweet little noises and whines spurring him.
"How about we go to my room, hm?" you nodded through half lidded eyes and got yourself up, suddenly feeling shy about the situation. Hoshi held your hand and guided you to the room you've been countless times before. Yet this time it was completely different and you could feel the blood pumping in your ears.
The boy sat in the bed, back resting against the headboard. He gently guided you to straddle his hips and comfortably sit on top of his already growing hard on.
He put a stray piece of hair behind your ear and joined your foreheads. "I'll say what you said to me earlier: you don't have to do anything you don't wanna do, 'Kay?" You nodded and kept staring at his eyes, that always so soft, were now dark and dilated. "What do you want to do? Because I can see that you know how to kiss pretty well" you lightly punched his shoulder, making you both chuckle and ease the tension.
"I… I think I want to learn how to, you know, give… pleasure" the last word came as a whisper, your head hanging low in shame for asking this to your best friend.
He hooked a finger under your chin to make you look at him again "are you sure? I can teach you if you really want, but only if you really want, you don't have to give head to all the guys that you have sex with and they can't force you to do that" you nodded slowly, the way he talked to you about it making your stomach twitch with something unknown. "I need a verbal sign that you want me to teach you that, use your words, princess" the nickname went straight to your core and you held a gasp from leaving your lips.
"I do. I want to learn how to give a blowjob" Hoshi left a noise akin to a growl, his eyes almost rolling into his skull. Hearing you all so innocently saying those filthy words did something to him.
He caressed your hair before crashing your lips together again. This time the kiss was fiercer, stronger, needier. His finger dug into the flesh of your waist and started to rub you against his clothed erection eliciting a low moan from you into his mouth. You held yourself in his shoulder as you kept kissing and grinding, the wet patch in your panties only growing uncomfortably. And the press of his dick growing more and more against your core.
After what felt like forever but not enough, your best friend detached from your lips and made you stop the grinding. "Are you ready?" you nodded, eyes hooded with pleasure and ready to do anything he asked for. "Good, now I want you to lower yourself until you're face to face with my bulge" you did as you were told, slowly crawling downwards until you were facing his clothed member.
Before he could give any instructions, you started to rub your hand against the fabric of the sweatpants, earning a low groan from him. The sound only spur you into rub him harder, the fabric grinding against his impossibly hard dick and making him throw his head back and put one of his hands on your hair, gentle, just a weight to remind you of his presence.
You slowly started to play with the strings of the pants before opening it and starting to pull it down. He raised his hips so you could free him from his confines. And so you did. You pulled his sweats and underwear together, his member jumping the moment it left the insides of the clothes, earning a low gasp from you.
You finished taking his pants and underwear from him and went back to your position. You knew Hoshi was big, you saw when you were on the beach together or when he'd walk around the house with just sweatpants and no underwear. But seeing it in front of you, fully erect, angry red and leaking precum was totally different. He was big in every sense of the word, not only he was long, but also girthy, curving slightly upwards, the veins you would see in his arms whenever he trained or danced could be seen all over his shaft as well.
Your mind started racing. At the same time you felt your mouth water and your cunt clench into nothing, you started to panic of how it would enter you. Would it fit?
Sensing your nerves, Soonyoung pulled you up back to him and kissed you, melting you against his lips again. "You don't have to do it"
"I know. I do. It's just…" you looked down at his dick and back at him, your cheeks burning even more than your body. "It's so big" he chuckled and caressed your hair and cheek, kissing the tip of your nose.
"We'll go slow and gentle, okay? No need to worry" you nodded and bit your lower lip. "Besides, we don't have to do it all today, we don't have to do it all at all. Today, this," he motioned between you and him, "it's all about you, okay?" you nodded and smiled, closing your eyes as you enjoyed his gentle caress on your cheek, leaning into his palm.
"Thank you, Soonyoung, for doing this for me" he smiled and shook his head.
"I know you would do the same for me"
After a while of just being like that, you finally took a deep breath and lowered yourself again, this time with regained confidence. To say you weren't salivating for his dick was a lie, because you were. You wanted to know how it tasted, how it felt inside your mouth.
Gently you grabbed the member into your hand, giving a gentle squeeze to the base and eliciting a moan from Hoshi.
"Fuck" he gasped before regaining his composure back. He was supposed to guide you. "Use your hand to masturbate it, up and down. Do you wan- Oh god!" He moaned when you spit into his shaft so you could use as a lubricant just like you saw some girls in porn do it. And from his reaction, he enjoyed. "That's right, baby, keep going like that. You can play with-oh! With the tip. Rub your thumb into the tip" you did as he said and he threw his head back, his hand fisting the sheet underneath him.
With now regained confidence, you started to move your hand up and down, stopping from time to time to rub his tip with the pad of your thumb. He was a moaning mess above you, his eyes never wanted to leave your form and how right you seem to move.
Without waiting for his instruction, you kissed his tip and he jerked his hips up in surprise. "Shit. Fuck. Yn, I'm sorry. I was caught by surprise" you giggled at his reaction, his face completely flustered and red. He looked delightful.
Without taking your eyes from him, you wrapped your lips gently around his head. The salty taste invading your taste buds, but it wasn't unpleasant. You sucked his head like a lollipop, putting pressure into your sucking motions before leaving it with a pop. Seeing Hoshi so fucked out for nothing spurred something dark inside of you. You wanted to please him, to make him moan and groan for you. You wanted to make him lose his composure and just become putty into your hands and mouth. You knew that wouldn't be possible in the first time. But a girl could dream.
Putting your tongue out, you licked the underside of his cock, his vein rubbing your muscle as you went from base to the tip before putting him back inside your mouth.
"Watch your teeth, baby" he finally managed to speak, placing a hand on your head, a gentle reminder he still was the one in control. "Go slow, little by little, you don't have to fit everything in the first try, use your hands where your mouth can't reach" you nodded and hummed and the vibration went straight to his length, earning another low groan from him and a few curses to leave his lips.
You slowly started to bob your head, careful not to rub your teeth into his sensible skin. Your tongue was flat under his dick feeling the delicious weight of him on your mouth. It was a new feeling, a little strange, but empowering somehow.
You started slow, trying your best to breath through your nose and to take as much as could of him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks every time you pulled back up. But soon you were so caught up in the feeling and the noises he was making that you started to move faster, bobbing your head up and down with a practice that you don't know where it came from but you welcomed nonetheless. Your hands were wrapped in the base of his cock and applied pressure while accompanying the movements of your head where you couldn't reach.
The tip of his member started to hit the back of your throat and you felt your gag reflex come a little, making you cough and drool all over his dick and down your chin. Hoshi growled like an actual animal at the sight of you, all wet from your own spit mixed with his precum, eyes glassy and teary from the action. You looked heavenly.
You dived right back into sucking him with renew force and need. You were determined to make him cum in your mouth. And he wasn't so far from it. You looked so good on all fours, ass perked up as you sucked him like you needed it to breath. You started go deeper, letting his tip hit your throat repeatedly, your bach arching every time as you gagged around his girth.
"Fuck, baby, I'm close" he tried to take you away from him but you kept going. "Oh my god, yn! Fuck! I… I will" before he could even finish his sentence you gave a particularly strong squeeze on his base and a lick on his tip and he came down your throat. The salty sour white liquid landing on your tongue. He tried to tell you that you could spit it but when he saw you had swallowed it all, making him almost get hard all over again.
You lifted yourself from him, cleaning your mouth and chin with the back of your hand and looking at him expectantly. "Did I do well?" you asked, genuinely curious. You heard that it didn't take much for men to orgasm, so you could still had done a terrible job.
"Are you kidding right now?" he laugh humorously and threw his head back before coming back to caress your face and wipe some drool from your chin. "You did amazing, I almost didn't believe that this was your first time doing this" you shied, cheeks warming. "Now is my turn, baby" he smirked and lifted from his position on the headboard and took his shirt off, getting completely naked.
He pulled your face close to his again and kissed you, deep, hungry. You wondered if he could taste himself on your tongue and the idea aroused you even more. Hoshi slowly maneuvered you so you were the one laying on the bed, chest rising and falling with your uneven breath from both the kiss and anticipation. Slowly, he started to take off your own shirt, feeling your soft skin under his calloused fingers, goosebumps rising in his trail.
"You chose this one just for me, huh?" he teased as he saw you in a tiger print bra. You bought it as a joke a while ago but thought it was the perfect one for the occasion. He softly grabbed your mounds, squeezing them under his palms while he kissed your neck. His lips leaving light love bites all over the place. "As much as I loved your choice, I rather see you without it. Can I?" he asked for permission before taking your bra off as soon as you agreed. "God, you're so beautiful" he whispered to himself but you still could hear it, making your heart race even more in your ribcage.
Soonyoung lowered his kisses to your chest, slowly approaching your boobs before wrapping one of your nipples into his mouth and earning a low whine from you. The sensation was completely new. Overwhelming. Your mouth opened as nothing came out at the feeling of his hot breath on your nipple, licking, sucking, bitting. It was oh so good. You could get used to it. Your other boob was receiving a different treatment, being squeezed and pulled and pinched with fingers.
Your whines started to get louder and your legs to writhe under him searching from something. Anything. He noticed your impatience and smiled against your boob before leaving it with a pop. He started lowering himself, peppering kisses down your tummy until he reached the waistband of your pants. He looked at you searching for your confirmation and he started to open it as soon as you nodded.
Hoshi slowly pulled your pants and panties together, the cold air hitting your wet warm pussy making you hiss. You suddenly felt very aware of what was happening. You and your best friend were fully naked in front of each other. You had just sucked his dick. And he was about to do god knows what to you.
He noticed your reaction and went back to hovering over you, his eyes meeting yours with that gentleness he was holding the entire time. "Are you okay?" The boy asked, his fingers softly caressing your cheek and making you look at him. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I…" you stuttered, voice weak. "I just became too self aware of our situation" you chuckled and he smiled nodding. Hoshi planted a kiss to your forehead then on the tip of your nose, your eyes fluttered shut.
"We can stop if you want. It's up to you" you nodded at him. "You wanna stop?"
"No, I trust you, Soonie" he smiled at you and nodded, his heart squeezing on his chest at the way you looked at him with uttermost trust and something he couldn't name.
"Tell me to stop if I do something you don't like, ok?" You nodded.
The boy kissed you again, all your worries vanishing into his tongue as it tangled with yours, tasting his reverence to you.
He started to lower himself again until he was in front of your mound. He slowly opened your legs so he could be in between them. You sucked a sharp breath when you felt the air hit you and the sensation of being too exposed. But soon the thoughts started to leave when his plush lips started to trail light kisses inside your thighs. His teeth gently grazing the skin before leaving love bites on his way up to where you felt like you needed him the most.
The moment his warm tongue touched your vulva you thrust your hips up, the sensation foreigner yet delightful. His tongue was flat against your labia making up and down movements and gathering some slick. He hummed against your core and the vibration send shiver straight to your spine.
Gently, he used the tip of his tongue to open your labia so he could taste you better, licking from your entrance to your clit. You moaned when you felt him touch your clit, back arching. It was completely different from touching yourself. He noticed how you were responding to his ministrations and decided to give extra attention to your clit, licking it in circle motions before sucking the nub.
In a natural reaction, you flew one of your hands to his head and grabbed a fist out of his hair and brought him closer to your core. He smiled at it. Cute.
He kept the attack on your button before detaching himself - much to your dismay - so he could speak to you. "I'm going to put a finger inside, ok?" You nodded eagerly, mind clouded with pleasure already. You'd take anything he'd give to you. "It can sting a little but we need to stretch you little by little. Tell me if it hurts, ok?" You nodded again, mouth agape and eyes cloudy.
Hoshi went back to give attention to your clit. His mouth wrapping around it and sucking so he could arouse you even more. You felt the tip of his finger rub at your folds to collect your wetness before nudge at your entrance.
His middle finger slid slowly inside of you, easier than you expected. The sensation was weird but in a good overwhelming way. Without taking his eyes out of you, and paying attention to every single one of your reactions, Hoshi started to move his finger in and out of you. A loud moan left your lips and you quickly covered your mouth ashamed of how high it came out.
The boy smiled against your core and kept his assault, fucking you with his single digit while his mouth worked on your clit.
Your mind was clouded and hazy, and all you could think of was the pleasure that your best friend was providing you. Whines, moans and strings of his name left your lungs while he held you in place on the bed. You could feel your legs shaking, trembling, with pleasure.
"Do you think you can handle a second finger, Princess?" you barely registered what he said, you just nodded. "Are you sure? It may hurt a little" he asked while still pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace.
"Soonie~" you moaned, "please" you're not sure of what you were asking for but it was all you could muster in your state.
"Fuck yn, you look so cute begging" he bit his lower lip while savoring the image beneath him. He would never imagine that he would be the one to make you look like that. That you looked like that. But he wasn't complaining. Far from that.
He took his finger out of your pussy before joining with his index finger and slowly started to ease into your entrance. You whined loudly and tried to close your legs around his face and hands but he kept you open for him. Soonyoung went back to stimulating your clit with his mouth so you would relax your muscles.
"Sh… it's ok, I know I know" he cooed when he heard your little pained whines. "Want me to stop?" You shook your head no. It hurt, yes, but at the same time it was a pleasurable pain. And you trusted Soonyoung, you knew he wouldn't hurt you.
He started to draw figure eights with the tip of the thumb of his other hand while he slowly eased his digits inside your tight walls. Your eyes were closed and head thrown back into the pillows, back arched up.
A loud guttural almost pornographic moan left you when he pushed his fingers knuckles deep inside of you. "That's it. You did great, such a good girl" the praise made your walls squeeze his fingers and he smirk. "Oh someone likes being praised, doesn't she?" you didn't answer, you couldn't trust your voice at the moment.
The boy started moving his fingers slowly, testing the waters, the thrusts shallow and slow. The digits curling inside of you at every drag and making you see stars. If just his fingers felt like this, how would his penis feel? The thought made you squeeze his fingers in again.
He started to take more of them out before putting back in, picking pace when he noticed how your moans changed and your body started to search for his fingers. Soon enough he was fingering you fast, his digits greedily being sucked in by your count just to be taken out.
His mouth went back to your clit and that's when you felt it. A squeeze in the pit of your belly, something feeling like it was pressing against you and trying to rip. Your moans became more desperate and by the way your walls were trying to hold Hoshi's fingers in he knew you were close.
"You wanna cum, baby? Are you close?" you just nodded, that's all you could do for the past minutes he's been between your legs. "Go on, let it go, you deserve it, you did so well for me" he praised before diving back to your nub to give a final suck that led you to your orgasm.
You're pretty sure you screamed. Legs trembling against his ears and gummy walls squeezing impossibly tight his fingers while he slurped away every drop of your orgasm. He kept fucking you even after you rode down, overstimulation starting to seep into your body.
"Ho-hoshi" you whined before pushing him away from you.
He was a sight to behold: eyes hooded and glassy from lust, nose, mouth and chin completely drenched in your juices while he held the most satisfied grin on his face.
"Sorry baby, you just tasted so good" you hid your face behind shaking hands.
"Don't say things like that" you whispered and he chuckled.
He moved his body up back to hover you and took your palms away from your face. "Don't hide from me now, we're far from that at this point" he was right but it didn't change the fact that you still felt shy about it all.
He leaned down to kiss your lips again and you could taste your lingering taste on his tongue. Sweet and sour. As you kept kissing, and your heart rate started to go back to normal, you felt his member poke your belly. You broke the kiss to look down at his already hard again cock.
Noticing where your eyes were he tilted your chin to look back at him "don't worry about it, I'll take care of that"
"Can… can we?" You cut yourself, too shy to actually say it and he thought it was absolute endearing.
"We don't have to do anything, we already went pretty far today" he assured, kissing your forehead with a smile.
"I know but" you looked at his hard member before looking back at him again, eyes dark and glossy, pleading, "but I want to. I asked you to help me with sex and we still haven't had sex" he chuckled at your pouty lips. You were danger. He never imagined seeing this side of you. But he wasn't the one complaining.
"Sex it's not just penetration" he mused, his fingers gently playing with your sweaty hair and putting it behind your ear. "Sex it's about intimacy, about two, sometimes more, people exploring their sexuality and what makes them feel good. It's the before, during and after" you nodded, eyes focused on him. "Besides, how would people without dicks have sex if sex was just penetration?" You two chuckled and he pecked your smiling lips.
"But still, I want to, I want the full experience" you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck where your hands were wrapped. "I trust you, Soonie, I want you to fuck me" the boy groaned at your words, he was discovering a new side of you that he wasn't sure if he could forget so easily. But that was a problem for later.
Hoshi momentarily left his place on top of you to grab a little metallic package on the bedside table. He ripped it open and expertly rolled the condom down his shaft and pumped it a few times before going back to his place on top of you.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked one last time, cock painfully throbbing between both of your legs.
"Yes, I'm sure" you lifted your torso so you could meet his lips once again.
He deepened the kiss and you felt his member rubbing up and down your core, making you whine against his mouth and thrust your hips searching for more friction.
"I'll go slow and gentle, ok? Tell me if it hurts and need me to stop" you nodded and bit your lower lips waiting for the sting to come.
Soonyoung lined his tip with your entrance and very slowly started to push inside. You opened your mouth and grabbed his arms, nails digging into his soft skin. The feeling was completely different from his fingers. He moved one of his hands between your folds to rub your clit to help subdue the pain and turn into pleasure as he eased his tip in.
It was painful, overwhelming and pleasuring all at once. Your head and body were a mess of feelings and sensations. The feeling of your best friend rubbing your clit deliciously in contrast with the overwhelming sensation of being ripped open by his cock was fogging your brain and making your eyes roll back.
"Hey! Hey! It's alright, princess" he shushed you seeing how you were reacting to it all. He peppered kisses all over your face while whispering comforting words for you. "I'm just the tip in. Do you want me to stop? Does it hurt?" You shook your head. "I know it must be hard but I need your words now, baby, how are you feeling?"
You whined and took a deep breath. "D-don't stop…" you managed to say in almost a whispered whine. "Feels weird but good" Hoshi nodded and caressed your face before kissing your lips again, earning a low moan from you.
"I'll try to go again, ok?" You nodded and finally managed to look at him and he had to hold himself to not bury it all in one go, your eyes completely gone, dark, glassy and teary, half lided with pleasure as you looked at him with the upmost trust and borderline reverence. "Fuck, you look so hot right now, yn" he confessed and you managed to chuckle. "Remember to tell me to stop if anything, ok?" You nodded again.
Soonyoung took a deep breath before he started to slowly push more of himself inside of you, meeting a little resistance from your tight walls. He went back to stimulating you clit to help ease the pain.
You bit your lip so hard that you could feel the tangy taste of your blood. Your nails digging hard into the hard muscles of his arms. Toes curling and legs' muscles tensing beside his own legs as you allowed him to enter you fully.
Soonyoung let an almost animalist growl out of his mouth the moment he bottomed out inside of you. He was doing his best to not nut on the spot from how tight your walls were hugging him, pulsating around his painfully hard dick.
You let your body fall down the mattress and relax a little, you didn't even realize how hard you were holding yourself onto him until you let yourself go. You felt the beat of your heart match with the throbbing of your core around his shaft and you chuckled to yourself.
The sensation of having something, him, inside of you felt weirdly good. It was something that you could see yourself get used to with time and practice. You could feel the warmth and pulsing of his member inside of you and that made your chest fill with pride, he was like that because of you.
Hoshi allowed you to get used to the feeling of being completely full, playing with your clit slowly and monitoring your facial expressions and reactions. He felt your pelvis started to move against him after a while, searching for more. Aching for more.
"Hoshi~" you moaned softly, voice whinny and almost desperate.
"What is it, sweetie? You want me to move?" You nodded eagerly, eyes wide and teary looking at him, lips pouty as if he was torturing you. He chuckled at your antics and pecked your pout. "I'll move, ok? Tell me if anything hurts" you nodded eagerly.
He slowly slid a little from you before coming back in equally slow. You gaped your mouth in a silent gasp at the sensation and fisted the sheets underneath you. The boy made the same movements a few more times, slow and shallow, to make you get used to the feeling. When you started to make pleased noises and your brows furrow, he tested to take more out, leaving just the tip in, before slowly putting it all back in.
You moaned at the feeling, back arching towards his chest and eyes basically rolling out of your skull. A faint of a curse leaving your lips. Your best friend smiled before starting repeating the movement over and over again. The tip of his cock hitting a spot that you only ever heard of.
You were a moaning mess underneath him. Your hands, once fisted against the sheets, were now running his back, leaving red marks wherever they passed by. Hoshi was sure you were drawing blood out of him but he couldn't care less, not when you were leaving the cutest of moans against his ear.
"Soonie~ more! Please!" You begged for something, anything. His cute little nickname sounding like a fuel to him as he started to fuck you harder.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and almost wrapped yourself around him as he fucked into you in a pace that made you see starts printed into your eyelids. All you could do was moan and scream his name against him as he moaned with you. He was sure he'd get noise complaints but fuck it! It was worth it.
"Ho- I" you tried to say something but the coil in your stomach was starting to tighten at a rapid pace once again.
"I can feel that you're close, baby" he moaned at your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Give one more, can ya? One more before I cum too" you nodded against his shoulder.
The boy kept his movements, determined to make you come before him. With a little difficulty due to how glued your bodies were, he managed to snake his hand between you two and add stimulus to your clit too, earning a loud moan from you.
A few more thrusts and circles from his fingers, you came undone around him, even stronger than the first time, your body convulsing against him as your toes curled. You let your body fall against the mattress again as he kept his movements going.
"Just a little-fuck! More" he moaned on top of you and you nodded.
He felt your oversensitive walls flutter around him and a few thrusts more he came undone inside the condom.
Soonyoung wasn't sure when was the last time he came like that, so hard, so much, but he was certain that was the most intense orgasm he had in a while, perhaps in his life.
He slowly caught his breath again, watching you as you watched him with those intense eyes of yours. He smiled fondly at you, putting away from your face stray pieces of soaked hair and kissed your forehead.
The man slowly removed himself from you, that hissed both from sensitivity and emptiness. With still wobbly legs, he discarded the used condom in his en suite bathroom and grabbed a wet cloth to clean you.
He slowly and gently rubbed the soft fabric between your legs, cleaning the excess wetness remaining there. Your body welcomed the cold feeling against the burning skin there. He discarded the cloth somewhere in the bathroom before coming back.
Your chest was still heaving and you looked absolutely divine glistening with post sex sweat under his warm light. "Do you want to take a bath? Take the sweat out of your body and relax your muscles?" Hoshi asked gently, his naked body standing next to the bed as you both looked at each other, now at a new light.
You nodded with a smile, which he reciprocated before going to the bathroom to run the bath. You faced his ceiling as your heart hammered inside your ribs, both from all the intense action and from this strange feeling in your gut that you didn't dare name it.
The realization of what you two just did hit you like a truck. You just had sex. You and your best friend of a lifetime. He helped you lose your virginity. Because you asked to. Did you regret? No, not at all. You loved every single second of it and you couldn't think of someone better than Soonyoung to do that. But what would it be now? You promised not to let it change anything but could you?
Before you went spiraling further into your own head, the man came back from the bathroom and helped you get on your feet. You insisted you could stand on your own but you underestimated how weak your legs would feel, making you two laugh at you almost falling. "It's all your fault" you mockingly fought with him, hitting his shoulder next to you. "Like you didn't enjoy" he replied smugly. Yeah, you did enjoy.
He helped you to move to the bathroom and enter the bathtub, the warmth of the water and the bubbles of the bath bombs and salts soothing your aching body. You let a satisfied sigh as soon as your body was fully submerged under the sea of bubbles. Hoshi entering behind you and pulling you to lay on his chest.
The scene felt domestic, like it was something you two were already used to doing together. The limbs tangled together as your breathings matched their pace, heartbeats syncing without noticing. It was all so natural for you. Something you could get used to.
"How are you feeling?" Soonyoung was the first to break the silence, his voice a little hoarse from all the moans and talking you through it.
One of his hands was rubbing your arm up until it reached your shoulder and then he would go down again. The other held your torso closer to him, hand splayed on your belly. Your back was flush against his chest, head thrown back into his shoulder, eyes closed and enjoying his proximity. One of your hands was caressing his thigh that was tangled to yours and the other held the one that was on your stomach.
You hummed at him with a smile. "I'm feeling light and heavy all at once" you chuckled and he nodded, leaving a kiss at your temple. "It's a weird sensation down there but not bad I guess"
"You'll eventually get used to it, the more you have sex, more your body get used to the sensations. Over time you'll even learn more things that you may like or not" he explained with care, his voice soothing against your ear. A known calmness and grounding you got used to.
"Like what?" You asked genuinely curious, now both hands playing with the one in your stomach.
"Like if you like fast, slow, shallow, deep, soft or rough, vanilla or do you have any kinks" you nodded thinking about the possibilities to explore and what he might like. "I know Jihoon likes taking his time with his partners and he is more of a traditional guy with a hint of roughness" he left a humorous laugh and you chuckled.
Jihoon, the reason all of this happened. For some odd reason you were feeling guilty, like you betrayed the boy. It's not like you had anything. But he liked you. And so did you. Right?
"And what do you like?" You asked before you could stop yourself, cheeks burning out of shame as if you two haven't just had sex minutes ago.
He thought for a while. "It depends on the person I'm with and my mood really" he answered, his hand that was on your arm now playing with your hair. "I might go rough with someone and vanilla with next, enjoy a certain kink with another, I'm up to experiment as long as me and my partner are comfortable with" you nodded.
A comfortable silence fell upon you two again. The hum of the city under the building being the only sound until he spoke again.
"Did you enjoy it?" You turned to look at him. "The sex, I mean. Your first time" he brushed the back of his neck a little bit expectantly of your answer.
You nodded with a smile "I couldn't have wished anything better, Soonie. It was perfect" he blushed hard as he smiled, his eyes crinkling and closing with the act. "You took such good care of me and always made sure that I was enjoying it and I was having fun and being pleasured. I know that not anyone would do that, so thank you" you kissed his cheek, the warmth of his skin radiating through your lips.
"I'm glad to hear that, Princess, for real, you were my number one priority tonight" he hugged you and you two enjoyed the bath a bit longer until the water ran cold.
There was something comforting on him. Sure, he was your best friend. Sure, you shared intimacies before and talked about these type of things before. You had cuddled, hugged and kissed each other's cheeks and temples and foreheads before. But now it felt different. There was a new level, a new layer of intimacy added to it. Something new that you couldn't name it yet. But it was there, looming in the air.
After drying yourselves, you put on some of his t shirts and a pair of his underwear so you could be comfortable not to lay in damp panties and jeans. He put on the same thing and laid by your side in bed, pulling you into his chest.
The warmth of his body and the tiredness were starting to settle into your body and lure you to sleep. You hugged his torso tighter unconsciously, as if you were afraid of him to let you go.
He chuckled and kissed the crown of your head. "Good night, princess"
Even in your half asleep state you smiled and answered "good night, Soonie"
