wc: 0.9k, tags: smut (mdni), frat au, fwb except you hate each other, slight exhibitionism, fear of getting caught, pet names (sugar, good girl)
a/n: behold the (tiny) frat boy au i talked abt before--for those who remember me talking abt it~
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“Okay,” Siyeon said ceremoniously as you were all sat on the fuzzy carpet in the living room, “everyone name one frat that you’d never get involved with.”
“Hm,” Bora hummed, “Romantically?”
“Yeah, romantically, physically, in whichever way.”
“Just one?” Minji shook her head with a chuckle before adding “TBZ, clearly.”
“Why even bother asking? It’s going to be TBZ for all of us,” Gahyeon agreed.
“Really? Is that so?” Siyeon turned to you, one eyebrow raised. “What about y/n?” Her sharp gaze made you feel like she knew. But that was exactly what made it so easy for her to get people to spill their secrets. You wouldn’t fall for that, not today.
“Uh, obviously TBZ,” you said, hoping to sound at least somewhat natural, “like ew, am I right?”
It was a childish rivalry between your sorority and them that had started long before you’d ever stepped foot on campus. The constant clashing seemed to be a tradition of sorts, an endless back and forth of pranks that ranged from silly to borderline criminal. Your feelings about the whole situation weren’t too strong, but you did hold a grudge against them for ruining a project you’d worked on before. Under normal circumstances, you’d agree with your sisters and never get involved with any of them. But the issue was the following: You wanted sex and he was fucking you so good.
“Did you miss me?” Sunwoo asked with a cocky grin, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he pressed you up against the bathroom counter. You shouldn’t even be here, the risk of getting caught by one of his frat members way too high for comfort, but you really needed this today.
“Dream on, it’s not you that I missed,” you retorted while your hands started fumbling with his belt, “just this.”
He huffed a laugh, “Well, at least you’re honest.” His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking on your skin in a way that you were sure would leave bruises even when you’d told him so many times not to. You didn’t bother pointing it out again though, you could already hear his response in your head. But you like that. And he’d be right.
“Off,” you mumbled when you still struggled to open his belt, distracted by the sensation of his lips on you. Sunwoo chuckled and his breath felt ticklish against your skin.
“So greedy,” he whispered as his hands came down to help you, opening his belt and pants with ease.
“What, you wanna take it slow?”
“No,” his hands wandered up your thighs, pushing underneath your dress as he approached your core, “you know I like it like this.”
“Then hurry, we don’t have—” you interrupted yourself with a gasp when his thumb brushed over your soaked panties, “all night.”
“Your wish is my command,” he mumbled, lips still buried in the crook of your neck. With a swift motion he’d pushed your panties to the side, letting his fingers run over your folds and spreading your wetness. His thumb rubbed slow circles on your clit, and then, without warning, he pushed one of his fingers inside of you, the sudden sensation making you knees buckle and your hands cling to his upper arms.
“You’re so wet.”
“Do you really think I would to come to you if I wasn’t horny as fuck?” you retorted, but it didn’t sound very snappy with the way he kept drawing little gasps from your lips, especially now that he pushed a second finger in with the first, making quick work of loosening you up.
“With how much you’ve been seeking me out you must be horny as fuck a lot.”
“Sure,” you hissed, “so do something about it already.”
Sunwoo chuckled again and you didn’t want to find that dumb cocky side of him charming but you did. He pulled his fingers out, catching the gasp that escaped you with his lips, before he turned you around. Your eyes met his through the bathroom mirror and you watched as he licked his fingers clean with dark eyes.
“Bend over for me, sugar?”
Your face flushed hot with embarrassment and you averted your gaze as you propped yourself up on the edge of the sink and pushed out your hips for him.
“Good girl,” he whispered and then he had your dress bunched up on your lower back and your panties pushed down to the middle of your thighs. You could vaguely see his hand move to his boxers through the mirror and then you suddenly felt his warm tip slowly gliding through your folds before he aligned himself up with your hole.
Just then you heard familiar voices approaching from the hallway.
“I told you not to fuck with us again, Sangyeon.” Minji.
Your gaze shot up to meet Sunwoo’s in a panic, but he just gave you a mean grin.
“Now be nice and quiet, alright?” he whispered, and you barely managed to cover your mouth with one hand as he already pushed into you, the delicious stretch making tears burn in your eyes and moans die on your tongue.
“It just turned out this way,” Sangyeon shot back outside the door, “We’re not fucking with you.”
Sunwoo chuckled, his lips way too close to your ear as he whispered, “I’d argue we are.”
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“Breakfast is ready,” Sunwoo whispered in your ear, rousing you from your slumber. And there, for a brief moment everything was okay. The sun was streaming in through the windows tickling your nose while Sunwoo’s breath was tickling your neck. You giggled when his nose nuzzled against your skin, leaning into the soft touch. Your shared apartment smelled like coffee and if you listened closely you could hear the sound of it slowly dripping through the filter. But there was another sound, a low steady buzzing. The generator, you remembered and suddenly everything came back to you: You weren’t in your cozy downtown apartment on a normal Sunday. No, you were in a shabby little house in the middle of nowhere that you’d found shelter in after your city got completely overrun. The buzzing of the generator providing you with basic electricity ever since the systems were down was a steady companion, almost like a tinnitus you couldn’t get rid of. The sun was coming in through cracks in the wooden boards barricading the window, because glass wasn’t sturdy enough to keep out what could be lurking outside these walls. Sometimes you wondered what was lurking inside.
“Baby?” Sunwoo asked with a peck to your cheek, but the magic had worn off, the reality of it all had you back along with the sick feeling that had found a home in your guts ever since the day they had breached into your apartment and you’d seen your sweet soft lover kill them with his bare hands. It seemed hard to believe right now, when Sunwoo was looking at you so lovingly, but you could still see the cold seeping through, an uncomfortable darkness hidden beneath those warm eyes. Maybe it was just the memory of him splattered with blood that you couldn’t seem to shake. And that small grin on his face, when they’d fallen to the ground, dead, lifeless, unmoving.
“I’m coming,” you mumbled, averting your gaze and pushing him off you.
Sunwoo was laying next to you peacefully, breathing calm and even. His features were softly illuminated by the moonlight streaming in. Your hand reached out almost automatically, brushing the hair out of his forehead the way you’d done a zillion times before, when things were still okay. You missed him. You wondered what face he’d make if he knew the way you dreamed about him. Would he be upset? Would he try and convince you that your dreams were irrational, that it was just the extreme of the situation overwhelming your brain? Maybe he’d have a point there, but wasn’t it strange that in the midst of all of this, the monsters in your nightmares weren’t the ones outside but the one in your bed?
You startled when his eyes blinked open, immediately retracting your hand, but he caught it in his. It felt rough and calloused like your own.
“Can’t sleep?”
“No.”
“Nightmares again?”
You just shrugged, fixing your eyes on the small cracks in the window.
“You’re not looking at me anymore.”
“What are you saying?” you huffed a laugh, but he was right. Even now you were avoiding his gaze.
“Why? Why aren’t you?”
You pressed your lips together, every cell in your body urging you not to say it, but you knew you couldn’t hide it forever, not when he’d already noticed. “You scare me,” you whispered so timidly your voice was almost drowned out by the buzzing of the generator. But even without looking at him you were sure he heard. He kept quiet for an uncomfortably long time and just when you wondered if he would say anything at all, he spoke up.
“I love you.”
It was heart-shattering. He sounded so broken and small, as if those were the only words he had left, desperately choking them out even when he knew they weren’t the right ones, even when he knew they couldn’t make anything undone. “I love you,” he whispered again, “I love you so much.”
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summary: you'd always assumed you didn't have a soulmate but as it turns out you do—and he is very keen on helping you with your struggles...
wc: 2k
tags: soulmate au (sharing bruises), angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, suggestive, sunwoo is so mean but also very sweet;
warnings: graphic depictions of self-harm—pls be honest with yourself and do not read if that is potentially triggering to you, and reach out to someone if self-harm is something you’re struggling with. there is also a brief mention of suicide, but no one is actually suicidal and there are/were no actual attempts or plans on that.
do not read if you're under 18.
a/n: been a while since i posted anything for my soulmate au so it was about time i think~
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You shouldn’t be doing this, not in this empty lecture room or at all. But it seemed so tempting, the blade of your scissors drawing you in like a siren’s call. The thought had been there a zillion times and it wouldn’t be the first time you’d given in. But it’d been a long time since. Still, you remembered the feeling of it so well. With every time you’d given in, the hurdle to take a blade to your skin had weakened, fear and shame overpowered by the desire for that sweet release you were craving so much. It was only this once, just to see how it feels and then suddenly you woke up with scars on your wrist that you hoped no soulmate would have to share with you. Not that you really had any hopes to have one, because if you did they must have been really good at not getting hurt. It was more likely you didn’t have one, and it seemed fitting, really. You’d always felt alone anyway, even in a room full of people, even in between family or friends. It was ridiculous to think that someone like you could possibly have a soulmate. No, it was just you. Just you and your scissors, like now, in this empty lecture room. You glanced around one more time anyway, to be safe, but of course everyone had gone by now. You opened the scissors, your hand shaking as you held it against your wrist. Then you pulled it down, feeling that familiar sting as it broke your skin. It wasn’t a deep cut, just a scratch, but it was enough to draw blood, little red beads appearing in its wake. It was enough to hurt, too.
You raised the blade once more, about to draw it over your wrist again, but you got interrupted by the sound of the door being forcefully pushed open.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Your head snapped around to the source of the voice and the scissors you were holding clattered to the floor.
“Nothing,” you pressed out, staring at Sunwoo like a deer caught in headlights.
“Nothing?” He raised an eyebrow, as he slowly stepped closer. You instinctively hid your wrist beneath your hand, as if there was any way you could still hide this from him after what he’d seen. To your surprise though, he didn’t pay attention to your arm. Instead he pulled up his own sleeve, revealing a thin red line on his smooth skin. “Does this look like nothing to you?”
For a moment you stared at the mark, unable to connect the dots. It wasn’t bleeding, but it looked just like the scratch you’d inflicted on yourself. You glanced at your own bruise, to compare, to make sure.
“What? Surprised?” He scoffed. “Well, I could have imagined something better too. Mainly someone who isn’t keen on leaving ugly marks on my skin.”
You felt overwhelmed, still not quite able to comprehend all of this. Shame and horror welling up within you. You hadn’t wanted anyone to know about this part of yourself, about the intrusive thoughts that had been haunting you since you were a teenager. And Sunwoo specifically didn’t seem like the kind of person who would understand, and yet he was the person you were confronted with now, your soulmate. You barely even knew him and you could probably count the times you’d talked to him on one hand. Sure, your friend circles somewhat overlapped, but he didn’t seem to be that close to your friends and you weren’t that close to anyone. There were a few classes you had together, that he mostly slept through and you’d been to his place once, to pregame, but even then you hadn’t exchanged a single word aside from hello. And that was supposed to be all the connection you had. But somehow, through some twisted joke of fate, this person was your soulmate. A soulmate you’d never thought you had in the first place. And that meant he’d seen it all. Not just today, but every single day, every single instance when you’d given in. The thought that every bruise you’d ever left on your body had appeared on his skin too made you feel exposed and naked. You couldn’t help but wonder what he must have felt when he’d seen them. Pity? Anger? Disgust?
“I didn’t know,” you whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“Didn’t know what? That I’m your soulmate?”
You swallowed around the lump in your throat. “Yeah.”
“Well, now you do. So don’t you dare even think about that again.” You thought his expression softened a little, something akin to worry in his eyes. But then he bent down to pick up the scissors that had fallen to the floor, and when he raised his head up, his face was cold again.
“What’s so great about this anyway?” He asked, turning the scissors in his hand to inspect it. His gaze followed the movement as he opened the silver blades, bringing one of them up to his wrist like a knife. Your eyes widened in shock and you instinctively wanted to grab his hand to stop him from cutting himself, even though you’d just done the same thing to yourself. But Sunwoo had no intention to do it in the first place, flipping the scissors back around and holding them out for you to take. Unsure what he was expecting you to do, you reached out, but he pulled away again before you could get a hold on them. His free hand came up to your jaw, tilting up your chin and making you look at him. “If you want to get hurt so badly, just come to me next time. I’m sure we can do something for you. But no more of this bullshit. Understood?”
It wasn’t that he was cutting off your airways, but you still struggled to breathe, the situation pressing down on your chest like a heavy weight. You felt panicked, but there was also a weird heat crawling up under your skin and making it prickle.
“I asked you a question.” His grip tightened when you didn’t respond, making it borderline painful. You felt tears stinging in your eyes but you willed them away, trying to withstand his gaze.
“Understood,” you choked out.
He let go then, a small smile on his lips as he handed back the scissors. “I knew you could behave,” he whispered and his voice made shivers run down your spine. “I’ll see you around then.”
You tried to stay out of his way after that, too ashamed of yourself to face him. The scratch on your wrist was healing, and you fought the urge to pick at it, because you knew he would see. You also fought the urge to add new wounds too, but it was getting impossible to bear. Every time you held back just brought you closer to tipping over, the need to do something burning under your skin. You tried a zillion different coping mechanisms and alternative behaviors but nothing was quite able to scratch that itch. Still, you couldn’t, you shouldn’t, not when he would see it all. Just come to me next time. You didn’t think that he’d actually meant it and if anything it had sounded more like a threat than an offer. But as you were running out of options, you found yourself at his doorstep, anxious and sleep deprived and drenched from the rain that’d been pouring down nonstop for days now.
Sunwoo opened his door with a cocky grin, leaning against the frame. “Oh? A lost puppy?”
You didn’t even have the energy to indulge his stupid teasing, too desperate and miserable to pay it any mind. “You said you’d help me.”
“Sure did.”
“So, do something,” you pressed out, your arms wrapped around your body to try and keep you warm. “Make it hurt less. Or make it hurt more.”
He stepped aside. “Come in.”
You had expected him to be rough with you, distracting you from your stupid urges by making it hurt, filling the void inside of you with pain. But instead his touch was sweet, warm and gentle. It was hard to bear, because you didn’t think you deserved this kind of affection, and maybe because you didn’t think you’d ever received it before either.
“You can be mean, you know,” you eventually mumbled.
Sunwoo lifted his gaze from where he’d been kissing you neck, his hand that’d been pushing under your shirt coming to a halt. “Do you want me to be?” It wasn’t a flirty, teasing question. His tone and his eyes on you were serious.
“I—I don’t know—didn’t you say you’d make it hurt?”
“I didn’t. And I won’t.” He propped himself up a bit, just to lean down and brush his lips against yours. “I’m not going to help you self-destruct.”
You felt caught. It was like he’d set out a trap for you, and you fell right in, believing he’d let you use him to hurt yourself, just to be confronted with whatever this was.
“So then, what?” You choked out, not meeting his gaze with your teary eyes. “What’s the point?”
“I don’t know,” he reached for your wrist, softly pressing his lips against your scarred skin, “I thought you could use someone treating you gently, since you struggle to be gentle with yourself.” He left another kiss on your skin, “Do you want me to stop?”
The tears were spilling out now, running down your cheeks and soaking his pillow. You shook your head, “No.”
“Good,” he whispered, leaving your wrist to rest above your head to attach his lips to yours again, his thumb brushing your tears away. “Just leave it to me.”
“Can I ask you something?” you whispered, tucked into Sunwoo’s arms.
He hummed affirmatively.
“How did you know?”
“Know what?” His voice tickled against the back of your neck, “That you’re my soulmate?”
“Yeah.”
“You had the scars to bruises I remembered worrying about. I just knew it was you.”
“From the start?”
“Pretty much.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.”
You kept quiet for a moment, your hand finding his that was wrapped around your waist. You let your fingers run over his skin and he opened his palm to let you trace the lines. “How do you feel about it?” you eventually asked.
“Hm,” he considered for a moment, “relieved?”
“Why?” How anyone could feel relieved to find out you were their soulmate was beyond you.
It was silent for a while and you wondered if he would reply at all, but then he mumbled a response into your hair, barely audible, “because you’re alive.”
You’d thought you’d cried enough already, but now you felt yourself choking up again, tears welling up in your eyes. “You thought I'd kill myself?”
“I only ever saw your pain. How could I be sure you wouldn’t? How could I be sure you didn’t?” he pulled you closer to his chest, “I wanted to be relieved when there weren’t any new marks coming, and I wanted to be proud of you. But there was always this fear—I had no way to tell if you’d stopped hurting or if you’d stopped breathing altogether.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing? You’re still here. That's what matters.”
“Still, I did it again,” your voice was trembling and you wanted to curl in on yourself, make yourself small enough to disappear, “I let you down.”
“No, no, you didn’t,” Sunwoo gently urged you to turn around in his arms, making you look at him, “there’s no way I could feel let down when you’re hurting.” He cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your wet cheeks, “And today you didn't do it. Today you came here instead, isn't that a win?”
“Is it?”
“It is.” He kissed the tip of your nose “And we’ll keep on winning from here on out.”
tags: ex-bf!idol!sunwoo, he's a bit of an ass but so is yn, SFW
wordcount: 866
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You didn’t know why you were torturing yourself in this way. Maybe it was the curse of having a famous ex-boyfriend, giving you easy access to pictures and updates on him. Even if he would have blocked you on instagram, you could easily find update accounts and see everything anyway. Not that you had to, because Sunwoo hadn’t blocked you. It was as if he didn’t care whether you saw or not, and that in itself felt torturing because why were you the only one unfollowing and blocking his number to try to shut him out? Was he not bothered enough by your break up to care?
…or did he know you would come crawling back anyway?
Worse than the pictures on instagram were the lives. You’d sometimes watched them while you were still dating, liking the sound of his voice as background noise while studying and maybe you also liked how he sometimes talked to you, a reminder he was thinking about you even when he was with his fans right now. Are you watching? he’d ask under the pretense of talking to them, but you saw from the look on his face that it was a question meant just for you. You'd fish for your phone to text him—i am<3—and it would never fail to put a smile on his face. At that time you'd truly felt loved and you missed it endlessly. But it seemed there was no going back anymore, the sweet love and affection having turned to endless bickering full of hatred instead.
You watched Sunwoo through your screen, sipping on his iced tea and scrolling on his phone to pick a song to play. Seeing him made your heart ache with longing, but you also couldn’t keep that anger from bubbling in your veins, because how could he be so unbothered? How could he just sit there minding his business as if nothing was wrong? Of course, that was his job, it was his job to pretend and put on a mask, but it was unbearable to see when you felt like you couldn’t take two steps without thinking about him. A part of you wanted him to suffer the way you were, just so you could feel a little better.
Suddenly, Sunwoo looked up from his phone and straight at the camera.
"You still watching?"
The question made your heart stop. He knew that you were watching. And he needed to make sure that you knew that he knew. It rained a zillion hearts and affirmations in the chat, that yes, of course they were still watching. But Sunwoo wasn’t talking to them. He was talking to you, his dark eyes piercing right into your soul, even with the stupid screen of your laptop keeping you apart. There was no hiding there. It was humiliating, but even now you couldn’t leave. You had to keep looking, watch the way he huffed a small laugh, "Of course you are." It was despicable how sure of himself he was. But the most infuriating part was that he had every right to be, because here you were watching him even after you cut him off, searching for cracks in his perfect mask but coming up empty. Without thinking you grabbed your phone, unblocking his number against your better knowledge. You were well aware how pathetic it was to text him, but that didn't stop you.
shut up
You heard the small buzz of his phone through your laptop’s speakers. He only gave it a small glance, almost uninterested before he looked back at the screen in front of him. With raised eyebrows he took a sip from his iced tea, tongue darting out to lick his lips afterwards even though there was nothing there. "I'm just that good, huh?" He mumbled, "Just can't walk away."
Of course you shouldn’t have texted him, but the way he was mocking you on stream, even if no one knew what he was talking about, made your blood boil. It took you all your self restraint not to double text him about it. Another few seconds passed, before he finally grabbed his phone. "Let's listen to something else," he commented, searching his library for a different song. Only a second after it started playing, your own phone lit up with a notification.
if you miss me that much you can just come over you know
You bit your lip in frustration, your eyes darting back to the screen where Sunwoo was humming along to the music, completely unbothered. You replied embarrassingly fast.
fuck you
He glanced at his phone, unimpressed, clearly waiting for something else. And of course you sent another message, because he was right, he was that good and he also knew how to play you like a fiddle.
just turn that dumb live off
He chuckled and then turned to the camera to give some excuse about how he promised to have dinner with one of the members, not clarifying who so his bullshit wouldn't get caught. Before he ended the live he smiled, almost sickeningly sweet.
summary: It seemed there were no limitations of who he was willing to become for you—with one grave exception: He could never just be Kim Sunwoo.
tags: (implied) mafia!sunwoo, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, soft ending, SFW; warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, relationship struggles
wordcount: ~1,9k
a/n: named this little drabble 'secrets' and then realized kate has a 1,9k mafia au for hyungwon of the same name and that was kinda fun to me~ anyway this is just a very quick little drabble that was inspired by a sentence in a book i was reading and also by the ongoing mafia au brainrot that has been haunting kate and me for weeks (months?) now~
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You first met Sunwoo at a bar, dressed all in black, swirling his drink around in its glass as he watched you sit down a few seats away from him. You were dying to have a drink, but the bartender seemed to be in the back or elsewhere, so you just waited listlessly, unsure what to do with yourself.
Until Sunwoo talked to you.
"What do you want to drink? Wine? Whiskey? Beer?"
You turned to him in confusion, certain he was a guest himself from his expensive looking suit and watch.
"Wine," you replied anyway.
He looked around, as if making sure not to get caught, before he walked around the counter to pour you a glass.
"Can you just do that?"
He looked at you with an almost disinterested shrug. "Looks like I can."
His boldness made you laugh. "What's your name?"
"Whatever you want it to be." It was such a cliché line and you should have cringed, but instead you found yourself drawn to him. There was something intriguing about him.
"Oh, really? Anything is fine?"
"Sure, I'll be anyone for you. The bartender for example. Or—," he leaned over the counter, close enough to speak in a whisper, "maybe you want me to be someone else tonight?"
After getting involved with him you quickly realized he hadn't lied; he became whomever you wanted him to be. It seemed there were no limitations of who he was willing to become for you—a bartender, an affair, a guy who took you out for dinner, a friend who accompanied you to your nephews soccer game, a lover—but there was one grave exception: He could never just be Kim Sunwoo. He could never be completely truthful, always holding on to a zillion secrets that you couldn’t even scratch the surface of. As much as he loved to hear about you, find out all your likes and dislikes, as little did he reveal about himself. For every tiny thing you knew about him, there was another bigger one you didn’t and it drove you insane. You knew he often met 'friends' late at night, but you didn’t know a single one of their names. You knew he drove a black Mercedes, but you didn’t know why the license plate kept changing every other week. You knew the scent of his laundry detergent, but you didn’t know where the blood stains on his shirt came from. 'Don't worry about it', he would say, but how could you not? 'Not knowing is more exciting than the boring truth', but if the truth was so boring why couldn't he tell you?
Perhaps he was right about the excitement of it all, but secrets can only last so long before they start feeling like lies. They were feeling like lies now, with Sunwoo sleeping next to you in your white sheets, eyes closed so peacefully despite the dark circles and the bloody scratch on his cheek. He'd sneaked into your bed just a while ago, too late to still be considered night, too early to count as morning. The sun hadn't risen yet, but it wasn't dark anymore, the room dyed in a cold blue. Maybe you should have been upset that he'd come to your place at this time, the sound of the door rousing you from your sleep. But somehow it made your chest feel full instead. He probably had a nice, expensive apartment somewhere (not that you'd ever been there) but he was coming home to you instead, seeking your company after whatever had kept him up until the blue hour. It must have been something bad. You were neither stupid nor naive enough not to see the signs. But you'd simply decided to turn a blind eye. At first because it seemed exciting to have an affair with a dangerous man. And then because you started to like him, and it was easier to justify being with him if you pretended he had an office job with odd hours rather than whatever it was he actually did for a living.
But you slowly realized that wasn’t going to work anymore. You struggled to fall asleep when he wasn’t there, unsure if he was just at home or maybe out somewhere, doing something. Whenever he snuck into your bed in the middle of the night, you knew he'd been up to no good, and yet you felt relief wash over you, because at least it meant he was alive. You couldn't stop yourself from worrying, and you felt if you already worried anyway you should at least know what it was you were worrying about. He would have to tell you.
With careful hands you brushed his hair out of his forehead, revealing another small wound right above his eyebrow. He flinched when you accidentally grazed it with your thumb.
"Sorry," you whispered, even though you thought he was still sleeping. But his eyes fluttered open.
"No need to be," he whispered back and you wondered how his voice could possibly be so gentle and sweet, despite the dark secrets he seemed to be hiding.
"Who hurt you?"
"No one. It doesn’t matter."
"It does matter. I can't keep watching like this without knowing what's going on." You pulled your hand away but he held onto your wrist, a loose grasp that you could have easily shaken off if you'd wanted to. But you didn’t. His touch felt warm.
"It's better this way," he insisted, and despite the seriousness of the conversation his voice stayed gentle and calm. "How long could you love someone you know everything about? There always needs to be a little secret, something to reveal, to find out."
"Where does that leave me then? You know pretty much everything about me. Are you tired of me yet? Disillusioned?"
He let out a breathy laugh. "Don't be silly. How could I ever get tired of you?"
"Then what if I feel the same way?"
"That's impossible."
You frowned. "It's not."
"You say that because you don't know better. But I can't risk losing you." He squeezed your hand and closed his eyes and you knew the conversation was over for him.
"You're already risking it," you whispered but he didn't hear it. Or maybe he just pretended not to.
Your patience was running thin. How could you forgive the way he'd suddenly disappear during dinner due to 'emergencies' that he never explained to you? How could you ignore the smell of iron on his coat? How could you pretend not to see the injuries on his body, from the bloody knuckles to the dressed wound on his shoulder? You knew Sunwoo genuinely liked you. It showed in all the little ways he cared and maybe it showed most in the way he tried to keep you out of the troubles he was involved with. But you didn't want to be kept out of trouble. You weren't as fragile and breakable as he made you out to be and you were convinced you could handle whatever dark truth he was hiding. If only he would let you.
When you saw him reach for the juice on the coffee table during movie night, flinching when the movement put a strain on his injured shoulder, you finally broke.
"I can't do this anymore," you said quietly, your serious voice not matching the atmosphere of the lighthearted movie at all. "You have to tell me the truth. Or leave."
"We've had this so many times. Why are you so keen on knowing? Weren't the secrets what drew you to me in the first place?"
"No," you replied a little too quickly, just to backpedal a second later. "Maybe. But I don't want that anymore, Sunwoo. I'm tired of secrets."
He pressed his lips together. "This is all I can give, though."
This outcome wasn't unexpected, and yet hearing him say it still hurt. You didn't want to give up, you didn't want to lose him, but you knew that things couldn't continue like this.
"Okay," you whispered, your voice weak and shaky. "We're over then."
He opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it again, at a loss for the right words.
"I'll go to my friend's place for a few hours," you continued. "I expect you to be gone when I'm back."
You already felt the tears brimming at your eyes, but you had to stay strong, at least until you made it out the door. You picked up your phone from the coffee table and got up to leave, a part of you hoping for a reason to stay even now. The movie was still running, the roaring laughter of one of the characters filling the unbearable silence between the two of you. This was really it, you thought to yourself, but the realization wasn't really sinking in. After all the time you'd spent together, how could it just end like this? How could he—
"I'm not a good person," Sunwoo suddenly pressed out, the desperation in his voice making you stop in your tracks. You almost let out a sigh of relief.
"I know that," you replied after a beat. Because it was true, you'd known all along, even without him telling you the details.
"No, you don't."
You turned around to him. "Then explain it to me."
"I can't. You'll leave, if I do."
"Well, I'm definitely leaving if you don't."
He let out a bitter chuckle. "It seems no matter what I do you will leave me."
"Maybe. But there is only one way to find out."
He ruffled his hair, clearly agonizing over what to do or say, before he finally brought himself to speak.
"I just—," he started and you didn’t think you'd ever heard his voice so fragile before, "it's okay if the world is looking at me with contempt, fear, disgust… But just you—I don't care about anyone else, but I wouldn’t be able to take it if you started to look at me differently."
You sat back down on the couch with him, trying to meet his gaze, but he avoided eye contact. "I won't."
"You don't know that."
"But I know that I love you," you whispered, squeezing his hand in yours. "What could possibly change that?"
At your words, he finally looked up, eyes wide and surprised. "Do you?"
"I do. If you'll let me."
He stared at you in silence for another moment, searching your face for a trace of insincerity, for any reason not to trust you. But he came up empty.
"Okay," he finally whispered. "What do you want to know?"
"Your job, for starters."
He scrunched up his face in discontent, but he let you continue.
"And you need to introduce me to your friends, at least one. And you need to let me go to your place."
Sunwoo clearly didn't like any of this, rubbing the bridge of his nose, before eventually letting out a defeated sigh. "Fine. I'll tell you everything. And I'll take you to my place, too. It's not very homely though."
"We can make it homely."
That put an actual smile on his face and it made you want to kiss him.
"But let's take things slow, please. This is—it isn't easy for me."
"Okay," you nodded, before leaning in and leaving a small peck on his lips. "Let's take it slow. But don’t go back on your word."
His smile widened as he kissed you back, his hand naturally coming up to your jaw. "I promise I won’t," he replied between kisses.
hi! i love your writing sm! can you write smth for sunwoo from the boyz pretty please, like just anything fluff <3 🤭
yes yes i love the boyz sm!!! let me know who your bias is🤭 (dummy probably sunwoo) guess mine!!! i have multiple…lmfao okay anyways i hope you enjoy thank you for your request MYLOVE
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⚞ summary- you go night swimming with your boyfriend.
⚞ warnings-a couple kisses, they’re in their bathing suits, affection, they are very flirty, love talk(cue wayv), they say the L word( not lesbian!!!),lmk what else
⚞ author’s note- happy late valentines day!!! ily all lmk what u thought of this and the new theme💖
you and your boyfriend don’t always break the rules together. but tonight was very different. though you were only break into the hotel pool after hours. not that much of a crime. you and sunwoo were nervous.
he leads the way to the pool you quietly leading behind him. “there’s no one lets go.” he says before grabbing your hand opening the door to the indoor/outdoor pool. “wow its big in here.” he nods quickly taking off his shirt jumping into the pool. he waves you in shortly after. “come on babe its feels nice in here. i want to kiss you.” he pouts. you comply quickly taking off your clothes over your swimsuit.
walking over to the pool getting in slowly. you are trying to ease your way in as slow as need but sunwoo is pretty impatient. he tugs your arm foward so you fall face first in the pool.
he looks so handsome. his hair not falling in his face as much. tan skin against the lights of the pool. he always looks beautiful but he especially does in the moment. you never want it to end. remembering to give him a playful response
“sunwoo. you are mean.” you pretend to cry. he doesn’t even begin to fall for your fake acts. “come here babe.” he says in low whisper you swim over to him.
he is now looking down at you. he pulls your face up closer to his. “hi.” you say nervously. “hi baby.” he chuckles at your nervous state. “your hair looks cute all messy and wet like this.” he smiles rubbing your hair around softly.
you roll your eyes at his actions but you are used to it by now. you pucker your lips at your boyfriend suddenly. him immediately responding, kissing your lips a couple of times. “so cute.” he gives you one big kiss on the forehead. you make a fake gag noise splashing him shortly after.
“you’re annoying.” he splashes you gently. “i love you tho.”
“i love you woo.” he pulls you against his chest. facing him directly. “so pretty.” he pulls you into a gentle kiss.
you melt into his lips for a moment pulling away. he just smiles at you. splashes you one more time before swimming away from you.
It’s Friday night and you’re in Sunwoo’s lap again, just like always. He’s already gotten your shirt off, his hands palming your breasts as you whine and rock yourself on top of him.
“Need some help?” He snickers after he says it, pinching your nipples to make you cry out for him again. You grip the hem of your skirt and squeeze your eyes shut to keep the tears of frustration from falling, but it’s no use. You can just barely feel the outline of his hard length pressing against you through his sweatpants and your underwear.
You feel Sunwoo’s fingers prodding at your lips, letting your mouth fall open so he can slip them inside. You swirl your tongue around them, hoping if you do a good enough job, he’ll free you from your frustration.
“You’re so filthy,” he giggles, pressing down on your tongue. You don’t realize it, but you’ve started grinding on top of him again, moving your hips in little circles. Sunwoo pulls his fingers from your mouth and flips your skirt up to your waist, taking in the wet spot on your panties. “Look at you, you’re a mess.”
He tells you this every time, but you never get tired of hearing it. Sunwoo gets away with a lot of shit that nobody else would, and he unfortunately knows it.
“Please,” you whimper, trying to beg him with your eyes. You know that he loves to see you all teary and desperate for him, so you gently pinch the meat of your thigh until your eyes start to water again. “Please touch me.”
Sunwoo runs his hands up the back of your thighs until he’s got two handfuls of your ass, squeezing generously. You moan as he pulls your underwear down, pocketing them in his sweatpants for later. You’ve lost so many pairs of underwear to him, but you’d never ask for them back. There’s something that gets you going, knowing he keeps them for himself like some kind of pervert.
You almost forget that he’s still fully clothed until he pulls his dick out and starts stroking it, his other hand squeezing your hip slightly. “Hey, let me see you,” you whine, tugging at his hoodie. Sunwoo rolls his eyes, but he lets go of his cock long enough to pull his hoodie over his head and toss it over the back of the couch. You lean forward and run your hands up his bare chest, scratching gently with your nails.
“Fuck, don’t tease me,” he groans, like he wasn’t just toying with you moments before. He grabs your hand in his and brings it down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, growing harder as he uses you to stroke himself to full hardness. You lean forward and kiss him, eager to have his plush lips on yours
“I want you,” you murmur, guiding his tip to rub up and down your folds. You moan as he grabs your hips and angles you above him, slowly pressing inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you tell him as he stretches you.
Sunwoo takes his time bottoming out, watching your face change as you adjust to his size. When he’s sure you’re okay, he smacks your ass so hard you let out a small scream, the pleasure rippling through you suddenly.
You press your palms flat on his chest and lift your hips up until only his tip remains inside, then slide yourself back down. It’s a slow pace because you prefer to feel every inch of his cock against your walls, but Sunwoo would never complain. He loves watching you take him in any form; the way you move and the sounds you make always get him going, whether it’s fast or slow. But tonight is Friday and neither of you are in a rush, so he fixes his eyes on where his cock disappears inside of you and just drinks it in.
You’ve got the rhythm now, so you take one of your hands off his chest and start touching your breasts, giving him a show as you pinch and roll your nipple between your fingers. When the buds are stiff, you slide your hand lower, spreading your lips around his cock so he can see the lewd sight even clearer.
“That’s it,” he grins, looking up at you with the bedroom eyes you fall for every time. “Ride it nice and slow for me.”
Your eyes roll back in your head a little bit at his words, grinding down a little harder on his cock. You moan softly as he hits your spot, losing your rhythm slightly as you struggle to balance against his chest. Sunwoo takes pity on you finally and grabs your hips, but then he’s pushing you off him and to the side.
You turn on your side, about to ask him what the hell he’s doing, but he pushes you back onto your stomach before you can say anything. Your words die in your throat as he climbs over you and hikes your hips upwards, pressing his cock between your legs and rubbing the tip through your wet folds.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, his chest pressed fully against your back. “I’m gonna make it all better.”
The slide inside is so slow and slippery, you can only moan loudly as you take every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. Sunwoo keeps one hand on your back so you don’t flail around, the other holding the base of his cock tightly so he doesn’t blow his load right away. He’s never had to fight so hard to cum before you started sleeping together, but you just feel so good wrapped around him that he can’t help it sometimes.
Finally after what feels like hours, he’s fully buried in your cunt, hips pressed firmly against your ass. Sunwoo admires the view, the slope of your spine driving him crazy. He loves having you at his mercy like this, but the real reason he enjoys this is because of the trust you have in him. Outside of the bedroom, you can go toe to toe with him, dishing out as much shit as he gives you and sometimes more. But in here? You fully give yourself to him in every way, doing anything he asks of you. He loves it even more than he’s willing to admit.
“Sunwoo please,” you beg him again, trying to push your hips back for some movement.
He shakes his head even though he knows you can’t see him, smacking your ass again suddenly. “I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me,” he teases, rubbing the sore area gently with his palm. You sigh in frustration, but you know you have to play his game to get what you want.
“Please fuck me,” you mumble, craning your head to look back at him. He’s smirking, then smacks your ass again gently. It doesn’t hurt really, you know he’s just doing it because he likes to see it jiggle around him. But you’re reaching the end of your patience.
“You were supposed to ride me, but you couldn’t even do that right. Why should I reward you for failing?” His expression is neutral, but his words have a cold tone to them that send an excited shiver up your spine. Sunwoo pulls his hips back just barely and pushes in again, making you moan suddenly. “See? That’s enough for you, you can’t even keep your mouth shut.”
You turn your head into the pillows and scream in frustration; Sunwoo’s usually a tease, but today is especially bad. You’re dripping around his cock and he isn’t letting up on you, just barely rocking himself in and out. Most of the time, you like it slow, but today you just want to feel him going at you like an animal. It’s been a long week at work and the only thing that’s going to make it right is Sunwoo fucking you so hard it resets your brain.
“Please,” you whine. “I’ll do anything, please just fuck me properly.”
You can practically feel the air change as Sunwoo leans down next to your ear, his hands sliding up your sides. “Anything? Are you sure you want to make that promise, baby?”
You hesitate for a bit, remembering the last time you bargained with Sunwoo like this. Your body had been sore for days afterward, littered with marks that you had to painstakingly cover up every morning before work. But the sex was amazing, you had to admit. You think you can handle whatever he’s planning to throw at you this time.
“Yes, anything,” you agree, holding up your pinky finger for a promise.
Sunwoo laughs at your childish gesture, but links your fingers together anyway. “Don’t regret it later,” he mumbles, then he’s pulling out and fucking back into you roughly.
You moan shamelessly, gripping the pillow tight. Your walls flutter around his cock at every thrust, your juices coating him and the sheets beneath you. Sunwoo works a hand between your clit and the bed, rubbing you in time with his thrusts. You’re falling apart at an alarmingly fast rate, unable to make any sounds.
“Gonna get my cock all nice and creamy?” he asks, smacking your ass again. His cock bumps up against your spot at that moment, causing you to bury your face in the pillow and scream from the pleasure. You know he wants an answer out of you, but you can’t find the words in your brain. So you do the next best thing and turn your head as much as you can, showing him your teary eyes. It’s his second favorite thing aside from making you scream, so you know you’ll get away with it.
Sunwoo takes in your appearance and starts to fuck you even harder, pushing your body up the bed as he absolutely destroys your sensitive pussy. His balls slap against your ass repeatedly, drool trickling out of the corner of your mouth as you start to lose your mind. You know you’re going to cum soon, but you have no energy to warn him, instead just clamping down hard around his cock while your walls pulse endlessly.
“Fuck!” he shouts, having to stop moving because you’re milking him so hard. Sunwoo looks down, seeing your release trickle down his shaft and onto the bed. It’s so hot how it just keeps coming, warm and wet and everywhere. Before he knows it, he’s cumming too, filling your pussy up with his hot load.
When you come down from your high, you collapse into the pillow. You can feel his semen painting your walls, but you don’t have the energy to move. You let him finish up, both of you hissing when he pulls his softening cock out.
“I’ll get a washcloth,” he tells you, gently patting your butt. You just nod, tucking your arms under your head and letting out a sigh. Your mind is effectively cleared of work stress, though now you can’t help but wonder what Sunwoo wants in return.
ok but what if I dropped a fic about reader and her ex friend sunwoo partnering up to help their respective friends get together and accidentally get themselves wrapped up in their own dating rumors and then -
