warnings: titty hungry sunwoo, peach hungry sunwoo, kinda super fluffly i almost died, terrible attempt at humor, like a grain of salt of humor
fluff, suggestive
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"mm you smell so good"
A content smile lifts your face, "do I?"
Sunwoo had been laying on top of you on his bed when he caught the scent of your perfume. Shifting his head, he began to dig the tip of his nose into your neck. Drawing in the scent of that peachy fruitiness through his nostrils.
"more"
You giggled at his silly behavior when he shifted his body down so fast, ducking his head under the covers. His goal was to drown in that scent.
After a moment, "Sunwoo?"
"Hm", he responds haphazardly, not wanting to tear himself away.
You lift the covers only to find his head bulging from under your shirt. He pauses for a moment like he's been caught, before responding, "oh my how did I get here?" Sounding absurdly fake, too engrossed in what he's doing.
"Those are my boobs"
"damn right they are" He gathers your breasts with his hands and playfully chomps on a delicate area making you squeal.
Requested by anon! You broke up with Sunwoo because of long distance and he’s hated you ever since. When you meet up after three years, feelings resurface.
Genre: angst, ex to lovers au, enemies to lovers kinda, fluffy ending.
A/N: JESUS i know I said that I don’t have time because I LITERALLY DON’T. So don’t ask me why all this inspiration comes to me when I can’t even sit down to write -- I write on the way to and from work, it’s so sad -- so yeah. I hope you enjoy <3 <3
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Breaking up because of long distance was one of the biggest regrets of your life. The fact that you had to let him go because it was just getting too hard for your heart to cope was, in itself, heartbreaking. But you figured that it could get better, for the both of you, if you moved on with your lives without being tied at the hip with someone that was a continent away.
Except, the moment you had murmured your silent goodbyes, you had broken down into the most horrible, heartbreaking sobs that had ravaged your entire body. You cried and cried and cried, and wouldn't stop. The tears just wouldn't stop even when you told yourself that it was better this way, that he'd find someone better, stronger, it did nothing to ease the burning pain pulling your heartstrings apart.
One thing was for sure, Sunwoo's behaviour made things much easier. He'd grown distant first, curt and cold and isolating you, though you knew deep down it was a way to protect his own heart from the damage you'd inflicted on him.
But then he started ignoring your messages, spoke rudely whenever you did catch him on the phone. While you tried being understanding the first few times, you soon grew frustrated and annoyed that he'd act so childishly. The man you had once loved with all your heart had now been reduced to nothing but someone who kept digging holes into your heart.
You juggled the thought of asking him whether he hated your guts for what you did. You wouldn't judge him. On the contrary, you'd understand.
But you hadn't. Merely because the thought of losing him forever pained you.
Fast forward three years and here you were, sitting in a restaurant with a group of your high school friends, Sunwoo included. He'd nodded curtly at your appearance but did nothing more, causing your heart to squeeze in pain at the nostalgia kicking through your stomach.
"It's been years, Y/N. And you look the same," one of your good friends, Eric, jovially stated with a wink, already down by a few beers.
"Thanks Eric, I'll take that as a compliment."
"Don't go hitting on Sunwoo's ex with him right here," your classmate Raina said, "let's not end this dinner in a fight."
"I don't think Sunwoo minds," you mumbled loud enough for it to reach everyone's ears.
"You're right, I don't care," Sunwoo's voice -- still as deep, still as gorgeously beautiful and rough. An obvious contrast to the iciness of his words like pricks aimed at your heart.
You tried your best to brush off his comment, turning to Raina to ask her about any updates about her love life.
As the night wore on and people fell into deeper conversation, others left with excuses that they had spouses to return to, families waiting for them. Until there's only you and Eric in a corner, with Sunwoo at the bar, chatting up a gorgeous girl that looked like she had just walked out of a magazine spread.
"Still doesn't wanna talk huh?" Eric took a swig of his drink.
You shook your head, "he hates me, Eric."
"No he doesn't."
"Yes, he does.He can't even look at me in the eye without scowling."
"Bollocks. You just don't see it."
"What's there to see?" You scoffed, "if killing me was legal he would've done it ages ago."
Hesitating slightly, Eric takes another swig of his drink before replying, "look, I can't speak for him. But...you'll just have to talk to him yourself."
"Fuck no, I'm not doing that," you crossed your arms over your chest.
"Stubbornness never looked good on anyone."
You pulled out your tongue in response.
"Childish," Eric's eyebrow rose in amusement. Before you could defend yourself though, the said man turned to call out Sunwoo's name and you watched in growing horror as Sunwoo walked over to your table.
"Right," Eric jumped up from his seat as though it was on fire, "Sunwoo, keep her company. I'm off to see my girlfriend."
"What? No--" but Eric was already out of the door before Sunwoo's protests were heard, resulting in an awkward air hanging off your table the moment he turned, causing you to quickly drop your eyes to the beer you were nursing.
"You don't have to stay here," came your mumble.
You felt him shift in his seat before he said, "even if I am, I'm not doing this for you."
"I know," you shot back, gaze flitting up to clash with his mahogany orbs, ones that you remembered held so much love and tenderness before. They were now cold, dark with silent seething anger. You continued, "I know you're not. I never asked you to."
"Then stopping looking at me like that," he snapped, "you of all people should know how tough this is for me."
"Sunwoo, it's been three years--"
"Don't," he cut you off with a hiss, "talk about that."
Rage started to bubble in your stomach, "I don't understand whether you hate me, or whether you’ve just turned into this rude annoying person that nobody can stand.”
He seemed to have been slapped by your statement, stayed silent for a few minutes as he clasped his drink a little tighter.
Knowing Sunwoo, he was probably silently seething from what you'd just said. Your own fingers clenched around your beer, hating how easily he could upset you even after all these years.
When he spoke next, his alto was slightly softer, a little less harsh on you, "I don't hate you."
"Doesn't seem like it to me."
There was a pause in which you managed to recollect your emotions, the anger simmering down to cold remorse at how badly you had left things.
"I'm sorry," you murmured out, avoiding his eyes in case he saw the pain that consumed you, "I know it's not easy for you. It's not easy for me either."
"I don't hate you, Y/N," Sunwoo's alto was gentle this time, without any of the malice of the earlier hour, "I...It just hurts me, every time I see you I can't stop thinking of what we were before. I--" he shifted and you managed to lift your orbs up to his, only to see guilt swimming through his as he choked out, "I miss you."
Emotion tightened your chest. Tears rushed to your eyes, "I miss you too."
You stayed unmoving, your eyes saying everything that your words couldn't. The music boomed around you, filled the empty silence that would've swallowed you whole otherwise.
When you felt your ex-boyfriend move in your peripheral, you glanced at him, noticing for the first time the tired lines around his eyes. What looked like resignation was set on his face.
And then he was pushing his hair back, muttering a string of excuses about how he couldn't do this anymore before he walked right out of the bar, with you gaping at his retreating form.
"Sunwoo! Hey--" you scrambled up to chase after him, stumbling over your feet as you gripped your bag clumsily. Running out into the street to see him already steps ahead of you, you quickly jogged up to his frame, not taking into account the nervous fluttering through your chest.
"Hey, wait! Sunwoo!" You gripped onto his arm and pulled him back. He resisted.
You started blurting things out anyway, desperate to make things right, desperate to take away the pain he felt.
"Sunwoo I'm sorry," you stumbled on as he quickened his stride, "I never--I never meant to hurt you, I-- I thought that it was best for both of us at the time, I didn't--" your words were choked, laced with emotion, "I didn't know how hard it would be."
He stopped so abruptly you almost walked into his back.
His shoulders shook as he spoke, "when we broke up, I couldn't stop thinking. Did I do something wrong? Should I have done more?" He took a breath, "I wasn't living, Y/N. I barely ate. I kept seeing you everywhere I went. It was-- it was horrible," his alto broke at the last word.
You took a step closer. Tentative. Hesitant. Hands tightened into fists.
He continued, "and it never got better. I thought it would. That's what they all said. But three years have passed. Three years and I still feel like I lost the most precious fucking thing in my life and I can't live with myself because of that."
You couldn't feel your heart, which was tightening with pain and sympathy that mirrored his words. Memories of you crying into your pillow as you willed all of your love to disappear, memories of the dull ache stretching across your ribs because you had cried too much.
You opened your mouth, an apology on the tip of your tongue, when Sunwoo swivelled around so fast you barely blinked, his hands finding your shoulders in a tight grip.
"Y/N," His eyes were red and red-rimmed as they searched yours in growing desperation, "look Y/N, what I had-- what we had, I miss that. I miss us. Please, I--" swallowing thickly as his grip tightened on you, he continued, "you can do anything. Anything, Y/N. Break me. Use me. Do whatever the fuck you want but just-- just--" his chest heaved with a shaky inhale, a sob echoing from his throat, "just let me be yours again."
The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn't believe your ears. Your heart beat so loud you felt it vibrate against your ribcage.
His chest heaved, his breaths coming out short and static as he stared at you, waiting, hoping.
There were so many things, so many things you wished to say at this very moment, so many things that you had regretted the moment you had parted ways with this amazing man.
And now, to hear that he wanted you back, that he was still undoubtedly, irrevocably in love with you was enough to bring fresh tears to your eyes as another wave of pure hope crashed through your heart and flooding it with light.
"Y/N," Sunwoo searched your eyes, "say something--"
You did. Jumped up to press your mouth against his.
He stumbled, hands finding purchase at your waist.
And when he kissed you back, all thoughts flew out of your head only to leave Sunwoo's taste engulfing your entire being like you had never stopped loving him from the first day you met.
It was pure, utter bliss. It was like finding the lost lover that had parted ways with you at sea. Sunwoo's mouth was hard on your own as he moved with the same grace, the same fluidity that left you breathless. His grip tightened, fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt to rest on your lower back as sparks ignited beneath your half-closed lids. Everything came crashing back; the memories, the happiness, the giddy excitement that erupted in the form of goosebumps and electrical sizzles over your limbs whenever Sunwoo kissed you.
It had never stopped. And at this very moment, you wondered briefly why you had forced him away when your heart was still irrevocably his.
One hand coming up to cup your jaw, he proceeded to tilt your head back to suckle onto your lower lip, the action causing a gasp to die in your throat while your hands tightened around his neck, pulling him even closer if that was possible.
Sunwoo's chest rumbled with a choked up moan, tongue darting out to meet yours halfway while a soft whimper echoed through your throat. You tried to match his movements, to kiss back as passionately as he was kissing you. But it was almost like Sunwoo was trying his best to make up for all the time you's spent apart, his mouth permanently pressed on yours and when you turned to catch your breath, he kissed your cheek, the corner of your eye, pulling you into him to imprint another kiss at the base of your neck.
You shuddered with emotion, body lighting up on fire and heat pooling through your stomach. Turning your head back until your noses brushed, your breath caught when your eyes locked, for Sunwoo's gaze was one of fierce, intense affection, as though you were something he'd sworn to protect his whole life.
"Don't," his gaze softened, thumb brushing your lower lip, "don’t ever leave me again, I--” his own lips trembled, "I don't know how...how I'll live with myself if you do."
You knew that words were going to be useless at this point, so you just nodded, biting down on your lower lip as he leaned in and dropped a kiss near your temple.
It was weird after so long, to have his body so close and his scent overwhelming your senses, a reminder of many long nights where you'd cuddled up to sleep on his chest. Just the memory made your lips tilt into a soft amile.
That grabbed his attention, "what are you thinking about?" He murmured.
"About you," your soft maroon clash with his intense dark chocolate, "about how stupid it was to have given up on us, because all this time apart feels like a waste. And I feel so stupid."
"It's not your fault Y/N," he smoothed a hand over the side of your head as his gaze softened, "there were so many things working against us. And maybe-- maybe it was right, at this time."
Your head tilted upwards to watch him. You felt his fingers, absentmindedly drumming against your lower back and igniting a line of sparks up your spine.
He continued, "I wouldn't have known, how important you were to me, how you filled up such a major part of my life--Oh shit. You're crying?" He was quick to catch your incoming tear with his thumb, panic flashing through his features, "Y/N? What is it? What did I say?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing I just--I’m so sorry I broke up with you,” you blurted out as silent tears trailed down your cheeks. Shaking your head and looking up into his maroon orbs, you impulsively reached up to cup his face with your hands. Lucky, your subconscious chanted. You were lucky to have someone like him.
"Come here,” You didn’t protest when Sunwoo’s arms tugged you into his broad chest -- was it broader? You felt like it was-- before his head rested atop yours. Another softest of pecks was imprinted atop your forehead, then your nose, before he dipped his head for a chaste kiss upon your mouth.
It felt like a promise. It felt like a message conveyed from him to you, that he wasn’t about to let go, prompted even more when he wound his arms around your frame in a firm, yet gentle hug.
You pillowed your head against his chest, closed your eyes, and counted all your blessings.
You were definitely counting Sunwoo as one. And you’d make sure that you wouldn’t be as foolish as to let go of him ever again.
[summary] Sunwoo calls you to tell you what’s been on his mind
[genre/warnings] (s)mut, phone sex
[a/n] can you just imagine how deep his voice would be?! ughhhh thank you to whoever requested this!!
“Sunwoo, is everything alright? It’s late,” You answered in a sleep voice.
You don’t ever expect any phone calls this late at night but you figured it was an emergency when Sunwoo’s name lit up your phone screen. He wasn’t one to have trouble falling asleep. His friends actually made fun of how easily and how fast he could do it. Simply sitting still too long or a car ride could rock him to sleep, so when he called, you were worried that something had been wrong.
“I’m just thinking about you,” He said lowly.
His voice was deep and thick with desire; it tickled your ear when it came through the receiver. The statement made your heart skip a beat and your mouth run dry. Sunwoo was never afraid to speak his mind, but when he spoke such bold words, you always felt shy.
“Oh...what exactly is on your mind?” You prodded innocently.
He groaned at the sweet sound of your voice. The vibrations that resonated from his throat travelled straight to your core and suddenly you became quite aroused. You listened closer, focusing your ears on the noises in the background of the phone call and you heard the faint sounds of his hand sliding up and down his cock. Your mind immediately imagined him reclined in his bed with one hand pumping his hard member while the other held his phone to his ear. His eyes would be half open and his lips would be parted as he breathed heavily. The thought alone was enough to make you reach down inside your panties.
“Your lips and how pretty they are when they’re wrapped around my cock,” He strained.
His words made you hot; a wave of heat ignited your entire body as you listened to him jerk himself off while simulatanously rubbing circles around your clit. The sounds had you getting wetter by the second. Your eyes closed and your imagination took over; you pictured his defined chest and his smooth stomach and how his muscles would flex as a result of such intense pleasure. You held back a moan and urged him to continue instead, “What else?”
“Your pussy and how it was made for me. Fuck, you feel so good,” He whined into the phone.
Your fingers were slick and slid inside your hole with ease, you gasped at the slight stretch. He was right though, his cock perfectly stretched and stuffed you every time. If only these two fingers were his thick cock, nothing could ever replicate the feeling of him inside you. You pushed your fingers in and out of yourself as you reminisced in the friction of him rubbing your walls. Another stifled sound came from his end of the call, “I want you so bad.”
You couldn’t hold back anymore as your orgasm got closer and closer and you let a moan escape from your lips, “I want you too.”
The wet sounds from either sides of the call synced together in perfect rhythm. You were curling your fingers just as fast as he was pumping his wrist. Your orgasms progressed at the same rate as well. You imagined how his eyes would squeeze shut and his brows would furrow together before throwing his head back as he came. A growl would follow as white hot strings of cum would shoot out from his tip. Soon enough, the image would become a reality.
“I’m gonna cum, can I cum for you?” He pleaded.
You cried out just in time as your orgasm washed over you, “Yes!”
Just like you had imagined, a growl signaled his climax just shortly after yours. He panted with each spurt of semen that landed on his stomach. When he was finished, all you could hear was him trying to steady his breathing. The steady breathing continued and you began to wonder if he’d fallen asleep without even saying goodbye or hanging up the phone.
“Sunwoo, are you still there?” You whispered.
After a pause, there was no response so you tried again, “Hello? Did you fall asleep already?”
Again, there was no response so he must’ve fallen asleep just as he came down from his climax. You stayed connected to the call just to see he’d wake up and notice he never hung up but he didn’t. The longer you listened, the deeper sleep he fell into; he even started to snore, which only happened when he was extremely exhausted. You sighed, feeling tired and ready to return to the slumber you were in just a few moments ago.
You whipped around fast enough to catch Sunwoo's smirk curling at the corner of his lip as he swerved to throw another flat pebble across the water.
It skidded over the surface with three light taps before sinking, as graceful and as silent as a swan.
"Okay, first: not fair cause you're used to doing that. And second: you know I suck at throwing," you argued, though you knew it sounded as pathetic as a spoilt child reasoning her bad habits.
"Doesn't matter. You still suck.”
As he turned to throw another rock you forced yourself to calm down so that you wouldn't have to report for his murder by your own two hands. Then, you picked up another pebble and mimicked his moves.
Plop!
Sunwoo burst out laughing, "you suck so bad."
"Oh piss off," you scowled, turning your back on him in growing annoyance at the endless teasing you've been victim to for the pasrt thirty minutes since you boarded next to the lake.
Arms laced around your middle then, causing you to stumble right into your boyfriend's chest as his mouth came to a rest at your ear, "where do you think you're going?"
"Away from your pompous ass, clearly."
"Ah come on Y/N. I was joking," he followed this statement by a small peck on your cheek. It made you blush despite your earlier irritation.
"Whatever," you made a tutting sound, which only prompted him to hug you even harder.
"Y/N," he whined out your name, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, "I won't ever make fun of your throwing skills ever again."
"Liar."
"I'm not."
"You think I don't know you?"
You swivelled your head to see his mischievous grin, and he responded by pecking your cheek in that cute way of his that renders your heart all mushy and soft. A troop of butterflies suddenly fluttered through your stomach, the warmth of his hands across your middle suddenly so tangible and present.
"I'm sorry," he tilted his head, pouted a little.
You made an uncommital sound.
"I'm sorryyyy," he shook you a bit for good measure and peppered a trail of kisses along your neck, causing you to giggle despite your attempts at staying mad, "I'm sorry Y/N."
"Alright alright," your hand came up to push at his face, "I got your point. Just stop kissing me."
Pecking your cheek once more before nuzzling it with his nose, he murmured, "ah fuck throwing rocks. Let's stay like this."
Between the late afternoon sun beating down overhead—the rays vicious, sucking the energy out of you as you run—the chaos of everyone yelling and laughing on the sports field, and the high-intensity of your soccer game... you aren’t entirely sure where things go wrong.
Of course, whoever had decided to pit you and Sunwoo on opposing teams had made a terrible choice in that regard. You’re almost certain it had been Haknyeon or Changmin, but you can’t entirely remember. The fact that it had even come to this decision irked you, but you figured you couldn’t be too upset about it. Of course Sunwoo would choose to play soccer over the other options that day.
The two team captains had gone back and forth for a very long time trying to figure out if they wanted you two butting heads on the same team with your lethal attitudes and competitiveness toward each other, or on opposing teams. Both choices were dangerous, in their own right. In the end, someone had decided that opposing teams was the better option—clearly not thinking through the dangerous aspect of it all.
You two were more than just competitive with each other. It was a constant battle of trying to one up each other every moment or get the last word in. Somehow, you were able to reign in the emotions when you were forced to work together. But against each other? There was only one though: to win.
Haknyeon and Changmin had figured that would make the two of you more motivated to get a win for your respective teams. After all, how physical could you to possibly get during a soccer game among friends?
That’s where the dangerous aspect of it all came in. Friends or not, rivals or not, neither you nor Sunwoo were afraid to roughhouse with each other, thanks to years of being neighbors, forced play date friends, and more. The fact that you two had spent majority of your life together meant that nothing was sacred.
Being a little rough during a soccer game is expected. The first few shoulder bumps, you think nothing of. When you or Sunwoo have the ball and you end up with feet tangling, trying to steal from each other, a foot or knee uncomfortably clashing to a shin—you think nothing of it. It’s not until a critical point towards the end of the game, when Sunwoo comes racing toward you from the opposite direction as you have the ball, that you finally think something of it. The way Sunwoo literally slides into you to lodge the ball from your grasp and free it for another to steal, you practically tripping over him and crashing to the ground, seems too rough and too calculated.
And is definitely a foul that never gets called.
At the end of the game, everyone says their goodbyes and parts ways. You’re almost tempted to walk home without Sunwoo, figuring you could probably make it in time before he even notices, but instead your blood is boiling—something you’d like to blame on the heat of the afternoon and the fact that your knees are throbbing in pain from landing so hard. Picking up the discarded soccer ball, you spin it in your hands a few times before you make your way towards Sunwoo, where he’s sitting on the curb tying his shoelaces, talking to Changmin and Juyeon.
Changmin catches sight of you before you attack, and nudges Sunwoo with his foot as discretely as possible. When he doesn’t react, Changmin furiously whispers, “Sunwoo... Sunwoo!” Just as you lift the soccer ball with one hand and spiral it towards him.
As the ball flies through the air, you hear Sunwoo finally ask Changmin, “What?!” in annoyance, which is promptly followed by a shout of pain as the soccer ball connects with his back, hitting its mark.
Sunwoo doesn’t hesitate, immediately jumping to his feet and spinning towards you. “Seriously?!”
“Uh oh, here they go,” Juyeon mutters from behind Sunwoo, taking a step away.
“Yeah, seriously!” You glower, crossing your arms over your chest as Sunwoo stalks toward you. “What the hell did you do back there?”
“What? Play the game?”
“Play the game my ass!” As Sunwoo comes to a stop in front of you, you step forward, smacking your hand against his chest. He flinches slightly, swatting your hand away and taking a step back. “You committed a foul that no one even bothered to call!”
“What foul? When you fell?” Sunwoo rolls his eyes. “All I did was steal the ball. It’s not like you didn’t get a few good kicks to my legs and ankles in while we were out there.”
“Accidentally kicking your legs is completely different than sliding into me like you’re a baseball player, Sunwoo! You could’ve broken my leg!”
“I wouldn’t have broken anything.”
“Oh, so you admit that you did that intentionally, then?” You take a threatening step towards him, hand clenching into a fist that you slowly raise.
The action causes Sunwoo to narrow his eyes, jaw tightening. Before you even have a chance to make up your mind on whether you want to punch the daylights out of him for committing such an act, Sunwoo surprises you by stepping back towards you.
That moment of falter on your part is your undoing—Sunwoo crouches down low, and in one swift movement is winding his arms around your waist and hoisting you up over his shoulder. You let out a squeal of surprise, immediately smacking your fist against his back.
“Sunwoo! Put me down! You don’t just pick someone up in the middle of an argument!”
“I pick you up all the time during arguments,” Sunwoo mutters. “Plus, this wasn’t an argument you always try and kill me when you’re mad at me. This is a precautionary measure.”
“I do not try and always kill you! Put me down, Kim Sunwoo!” You smack your hands against his back, glancing up when you hear a snort. “Changmin, Juyeon! Help?!”
Grinning, Changmin lifts a hand and gives his fingers a little wave. “Get home safe you guys! See you tomorrow!”
You let out a groan of frustration, still smacking your hand against Sunwoo’s back. But he pays no mind, saying goodbye to your friends before dragging you home. He doesn’t let you down until you’re in front of your houses—which means halfway through the walk, you give up on beating against his back and slump in his hold, making sure to let out noises of complaint from the back of your throat and sighs the entire way to express your annoyance.
When your feet hit the ground, you’re immediately back in battle mode—something Sunwoo, having done this so many times before like a broken record, is prepared for. As he steps away after setting you down, and you lift your hands up again to attack—Sunwoo grabs hold of your wrists, pulling you against his chest and catching your lips with his own.
You let out a sound of complaint against the kiss, blinking when Sunwoo pulls away with a smirk.
“You don’t just kiss someone when they’re mad at you.”
“I’m not just kissing someone, I’m kissing my girlfriend who just happens to be a sore loser.”
Sunwoo gives a cheeky grin, releasing your hands and bursting into laughter as you end up chasing him into his house, smacking his arm and complaining about how you’re not a sore loser, demanding ice cream as compensation for the bruises on your knee.
