-> pairing. younger model!sunwoo x stylist!reader (f)
-> genre. fluff, suggestive, humor, model!au
-> rating. 13+
-> w/c. 1181
-> warnings. lil’ suggestiveness, past! Jacob x reader
-> a/n. Forgot that this banger existed
-> collection. song-fic
-> started. ???
-> fin. May 28th, 2021 @ 21:31
-> edited. Thurs., Jan. 25th, 2024 @ 12:22
-> divider credit. @saradika-graphics
Your relationship with Jacob Bae isn't anyone's business, but especially not Kim Sunwoo's.
Being a well known stylist means taking pride in your work. Seeing Jacob—your ex—put into someone else's outfit makes you jealous only because he used to wear yours. And he looked good in your stuff... Not that he doesn’t look good now—
"Y/N, hello? Earth to Y/N?" Sunwoo waves his hand in front of your face with an irritated glare.
Muttering something under your breath, you look up at your new model with a forced smile, fake laughing before pulling his tie tighter, to the point of choking him.
Sunwoo's eyes widen and he chuckles like he always does when he gets on your nerves. You take a few steps back to admire his fit, looking it over and ultimately deciding that the tie isn't working. You rip it from around his throat; you have zero tolerance for bad clothing. Sunwoo gasps and clutches his neck.
You flinch, moving your hands by his neck and face before pulling back. "Sorry, Woo... Are you alright?"
He scoffs with a smug grin. "Yeah, noona. I'm fine."
You roll your eyes at him, a smile spreading over your features when you finally realize what's missing. You rummage through your jewelry and pick a silver bracelet and ring, strutting back determinedly.
"Hand," you order in what Sunwoo calls your super-stylist voice, which he has described as authoritative and demanding. It comes as no surprise when he obediently holds his hand out to you, watching in vague curiosity while you take his hand to slip the ring onto his ring finger before attaching the bracelet to his wrist.
Taking a few steps back for what seems like the hundredth time today, you clap and squeal in excitement. "Sunwoo, I think we got it!" you yell, Sunwoo chuckling as he shakes his head.
The cream jacket, plain white shirt, black jeans and dress shoes fit so perfectly with the make-up artist’s work that you can't help but be filled with pride.
Sunwoo smirks now, raising a brow playfully. "Noona... You're staring."
You punch his arm, laughing and shaking your head. "Whatever, idiot. Go and get your pictures taken."
He nods excitedly, walking off to the photographer, leaving you looking after him.
"Hey, Y/N. Sunwoo treating you well?"
You whirl around, biting your lip anxiously. "Hey, Cobie."
Jacob smiles, staring.
You laugh awkwardly and shrug, wiping your palms off on your pants. "He's a sweet guy. A pain in the ass at times, but I guess his good looks make up for it. At least when he's blabbing I have something to look at, right?"
Jacob laughs, and eventually you join in due to the pure contagiousness of it. After your laughter dies down you just kind of stand there in awkward silence, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you watch Sunwoo pose for the camera.
You and Jacob… accidentally made out during work-hours a few months prior, which you got punished for by being assigned to a new model. (It was that or get fired, so…)
After the stress of being found out and getting a warning from your higher-ups, you ended the relationship. The company assigned nosy 21-year-old Kim Sunwoo as your new model.
He was undeniably handsome and two years younger than you; a model in his prime. He wore your outfits perfectly, and his pictures came out glorious. He gained a lot of attention on social media, and so did you—being his stylist and all.
It'd been six months since then, and you were working together better than ever, but Sunwoo still had no idea about why Jacob was re-assigned. You wanted to keep it that way, especially since, despite feeling the occasional stab of jealousy towards Cobie and his new stylist Minyoung, you had (unsurprisingly) developed feelings for Sunwoo.
"Noona!" Sunwoo calls with childish delight, beckoning you over as he leans over the editor to see his pictures. You excuse yourself with another awkward nod, jogging off and joining Sunwoo.
"Did they come out good?" you ask, laughing when he shoulders you playfully in response. The editor, Jae, shows you one of the pictures and you have to stop your jaw from falling open.
Sunwoo has arm above his head, the bracelet catching the light just right with his lips slightly parted, staring seductively at the camera.
"Waaah..." you sigh, shaking your head as you clap slowly.
Sunwoo laughs, shoving you gently. "Stop it."
"No, seriously, Sunwoo…! These are great!"
You’re in disbelief. You can't fathom how good he looks!
"Wouldn't be possible without your work," he says, winking.
Your face burns as you elbow him in his side with a warning hiss, bowing to Jae and muttering a quick well done before storming off to the hallway and exiting through the back.
You lean against the concrete wall, a relieved sigh leaving your lips as you fan your face.
"That was a close one," you mutter distractedly, choosing not to stop your mind from imagining everything underneath Sunwoo's clothing...
"Y/N?"
You jump with a yelp at the sound of Sunwoo's voice, glaring at him as he evilly snickers. You whine softly, crossing your arms over your chest. "Stop scaring me, damn it!"
Sunwoo pulls at your heartstrings with one of those damned laughs of his. You wait until he finishes laughing before looking at him with an annoyed pout. "What were you thinking, Woo? Winking at me during a shoot?"
"What? You don't think I've noticed the way you look at me, noona? The way you touch me?” He backs you against the wall, “As if I'm forbidden fruit…”
You swallow nervously, backing up with each step he takes towards you. He pins you between him and the wall, inches away from your face. He leans forward, his lips closing in on you, nearing. Your breath picks up in anticipation, and when they finally connect, a jolt of electricity goes through every nerve in your body.
Sunwoo's fingers graze your thighs, and you whimper into his mouth. How embarrassing.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest as he holds you close. You had always admired his plump lips, and damn do they taste good.
Sunwoo rests your foreheads together before he pulls away completely, looking at you with wide eyes. His lips are slightly parted, kiss-plump.
You sigh, your hands on his chest. Sunwoo keeps watching you thoughtfully, never once taking his eyes off your face. After thinking for a bit you meet his eyes, cupping his cheeks.
"This needs to happen again—"
"I agree." Sunwoo smirks, leaning in again but stopping to look at you like a lost puppy when you put your finger to his lips.
You smile softly, running your finger over his lips and down his jaw. "But not at work. At work we have to be professional, okay?"
this was not the way you imagined meeting your hinge match. fortunately, sunwoo is great at improv.
pairing. kim sunwoo x reader
word count. 1.7k words
author's note. @sunlightwoo | happiest birthday my loveeee <3 literally all up in your messages and couldn't resist spoiling the fact i had a surprise for you but i hope this was still a shock to you HA :3 i've known you longer than all of my college friends but i can count on one hand the fics i have written for you (this was probably the second time tbh I NEED TO DO BETTER) anyhowww i love u and happy birthday. (please don't hate me for using your two ults like this and bringing in hinge to this HAHAHAH my good sis, may we find our forever matches soon)
MASTERLIST
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You’re not hiding. At least, that was not your intention at first.
The dimly lit restaurant should have worked in your favor, but the lighting can only go so far when the one you’ve been avoiding is sitting at the table right front of the restroom entrance.
You glanced at your phone to check how long you’ve been standing by the hallway. A text from your friend, Di, pops up on the screen.
Di
hello?? im on my way, where r u
You
emergency
please send helkp
Di
wtf are you safe
are you there?
You
yes and yes
but jake’s here
by the restroom
Di
no fucking way
i’m coming
You
dont come to the restroom
he’s gonna see u
You watched the people coming in and out of the restroom, hoping a group big enough where you can blend in comes to your rescue. The whole dilemma started to feel a little silly as you kept thinking about it.
It’s already awkward running into an ex- but the fact that Jake was not your ex-boyfriend, but an ex-situationship, was even worse. You stepped forward, subtly turning your head to peek at his table.
He’s with someone.
You sensed his gaze shifting towards your direction but before it landed, you stepped back to hide behind the wall and bumped your back against some… one?
“Ow-”
“-I’m so sorry,” you turned to apologize to the stranger.
“y/n?” he asked.
Your eyes widened upon hearing your name. Quickly looking up to see who it was, you jumped when you realized how close the man’s face was from your own. Oh, fuck.
“It’s you!” he smiled, “Honestly, I wasn’t 100% sure from the back but uhh- yeah, it’s you.”
“Sunwoo.”
The man straightened up, holding out his hand, “Shake my hand, it’s clean.”
He stepped aside to let the people walking past them to get to the restroom, but his eyes were still on you.
You lift your eyebrows in disbelief, trying to process what kind of situation you just found yourself in. One second you were hiding from your ex-situationship. Now, you’re shaking the hand of a guy you ghosted on Hinge a week ago.
“I wasn’t sure you were going to recognize me too,” he continued, “I was starting to prepare my heart in case I’d get ghosted in real life too-”
“Sunwoo-” you whispered, “I- it was my bad.”
He noticed your discomfort. The hesitation that lingered in your expression was not something he anticipated. Sunwoo was glad to finally see you in person, but he couldn’t help but feel that this was not the right timing. Not at all.
“Sorry- Just wanted to say, it was nice to see you.”
You mumbled a quick likewise before rushing out the corner, completely forgetting who you were hiding from in the first place. When you lifted your head, you found yourself staring directly at Jake’s eyes.
There was no denying either of your presence right here, right now.
Sunwoo watched as you hurried away then stood there, frozen, after mere minutes. Walking back and forth in that narrow hallway meant that you were hiding. He wanted to ask why a few moments ago, even before he realized you knew each other.
Seeing this situation unfold made it clear. You were hiding to avoid someone, the man in front you.
“y/n-”
“Babe!”
You felt a hand on your shoulder, bursting your anxious bubble to face an even greater shock. Your eyes were still on Jake, wearing a surprised face that exactly mirrored yours.
You slowly turned your head towards Sunwoo who was smiling at you. Not a hint of confusion was displayed on his face, interrupting Jake before he could call out your name.
“Babe..” Sunwoo repeated, tilting his head, “why didn’t you wait for me?”
His tone almost sounded amused. You weren’t sure whether he was enjoying this lie or enjoying your reaction to this lie. Then, you realized he was waiting to see if you were going to join him. You glanced at Jake’s face through your peripheral vision. He was paying attention.
“I- was,” you answered.
Jake called you, “y/n.”
You pursed your lips in a tight line. You had hoped that Jake would just turn away and let this pass, but he wouldn’t let it go now that you had met eyes. You shot a quick glare at Sunwoo, letting him know there was no way out of this impasse because of his little act.
“Jake,” you said after a sharp inhale, “it’s been a while.” Two months, to be exact.
Jake nodded, sensing your indifference. He wasn’t surprised to receive such a cold response from you.
Then, he looked at Sunwoo, implicitly forcing you to introduce him to your new friend. The look on his face was like a big question mark plastered above his head. You rolled your eyes.
“This is Sunwoo,” you decided to humor Jake, keeping your introduction vague.
“Hey man,” Sunwoo held out his hand, “nice to meet you.”
Jake looked at him, surprised to see Sunwoo hold out his hand. He turned to look at you again, as if he was asking you whether it was okay to reciprocate the greeting.
Seriously, does this guy just love handshakes or what?
Sunwoo never changed his expression, smiling at him without any reservations. Jake realized the man never hesitated or pulled his hand away despite him ignoring the gesture.
In the end, he took his hand and shook it.
“Sunwoo, this is Jake-”
“You must be y/n’s friend,” Sunwoo smirked.
You can tell that Sunwoo’s comment threw him off. Without any way to correct him, Jake nodded silently. It was far from the truth, whether it was because of the nature of your relationship or the fact that you were no longer speaking to each other.
Jake was not your friend now, but it's too ridiculous to consider if he was your friend at all.
“Jake,” a woman you didn’t recognize walked back to the table, “who?”
He reached forward to drag the seat out for her, “Just ran into an old friend.”
“We should go,” you muttered, turning away from them.
Before you were able to take a few steps, Sunwoo took your hand and started walking in front of you. You waited until you were out of earshot and yanked your hand away. Sunwoo stopped and looked at you, his face displaying notable regret and apology.
“Let’s talk.”
You let go of his hand and walked out the restaurant. Sunwoo followed and stood in front of you. He opens his mouth to start explaining but you hold out your hand to stop him. He listens.
“Why did you lie?”
“What lie?” He played dumb.
“Babe?” you raised your eyebrow, finding it ridiculous that he was still denying his antics.
Sunwoo shrugged, “I mean.. you looked back and answered.”
You raised your palm to your face, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, “Don’t play with me, Kim Sunwoo. Why did you do that?”
“That man was not your friend.”
“How would you know that?”
“You were avoiding him,” he said with an earnest tone, “Or at least tried to and I just helped you get out of there.”
Sunwoo was the last guy you matched with on Hinge. He was hot, funny, and talented, judging from the dancing video he included in his profile. Now, you can even say, looks cuter in person.
Unfortunately, you only started chatting when you found out about Jake’s new relationship. The distraction of this news was too much to handle, now deeming it was too soon after dealing with your previous heartbreak.
You stood in front of Sunwoo, trying to recall a time when you mentioned Jake to him in the three days you spoke online. Remembering you did share a little bit about that tumultuous entanglement, you were still sure that Jake’s name was never mentioned in your conversation.
Sunwoo noticed you had a lot of questions for him, but didn’t know where to begin.
“I just guessed,” Sunwoo interrupted your thoughts, answering one of those questions inside your head.
“Hm?’ you asked.
“I just guessed he was the one you were walking about. I know you wanted to apologize about leaving without saying anything but.. when you told me about your past relationship, I knew you might not be ready yet. So, don’t feel bad for ghosting me.”
“I didn’t ghost you!” you tried to defend yourself.
Sunwoo wore a surprised look on his face. He thought about the implication of what you said for a second, letting you catch up shortly after. Your changing expression excited him once more, understanding when it finally clicked for you.
He bent his knees a little, meeting your gaze exactly at your line of sight, and he smiled.
“Were you going to text me again?”
You averted your eyes from his face. He was standing too close, but it would be a lie if your body actually felt like moving away. The man was surely not lacking in appearance, but you didn’t anticipate he would not be lacking confidence either.
You bit your lip, “I was going to, until you pulled this-”
“I-I’m sorry I surprised you like that. I didn’t mean to stress you out!”
“Stressed? I was that obvious?” you squint your eyes, pouting.
“So obvious. Plus, I don’t think he bought it,” Sunwoo laughed, referring to Jake believing they were actually together.
“Not at all,” you snorted.
“All thanks to your bad acting,” he joked.
“Who lied first?” you pointed your finger at him.
Sunwoo playfully pointed at himself, “Me?”
You broke out into a smile.
The fact that you couldn’t stay annoyed at this man for long, despite only spending less than an hour interacting with Sunwoo in person. His charm was quite profound, distracting you from whatever mess you had found yourself in just a few moments ago. This is dangerous.
Your thoughts left you speechless for a minute.
You were brought back to reality when you felt your phone buzzing, assuming your friend had called you back for an update. Unsure of where this interaction has left where you both stand towards each other, you tried to say goodbye to Sunwoo.
“Before you go-” he touched your arm, gently, “I’ll send you my number so if you ever want to reach out, I am.. willing to wait.”
You nodded, lifting your eyes to meet his gaze.
“Okay,” you say, letting him know you understood exactly what he meant and hoped he also understood that he said the exact words you wished to hear.
sunwoo as your best friend who is secretly (not so secretly) in love with you headcanons
Pairing: Sunwoo x fem!reader
Genre: fluff
Word count: 183
AN: hiii, second post!! (≧▽≦) this time, some sunwoo headcanons, still new to writing, but it was fun to do ♡ hope you like iiit
• teases you constantly, giving you the most ridiculous nicknames — it's basically his love language at this point
• jokingly scares away any guy who tries to hit on you… except he's not really joking
• invites himself over to your house like it's completely normal — already knowing where everything is
• anime marathons at your place are a regular thing — and somehow you always end up watching "Your Name", even when you both swore you'd pick something different this time
• sends you random photos throughout his day for no reason at all — but if you stop replying for a while he suddenly starts sending even more
• grabs your hand whenever you walk next to each other, mumbling excuses like
"your hands are cold"
or
"just checking if mine are still bigger than yours"
• brags about you to his friends like you're already his girlfriend
• extremely clingy with you — whenever you introduce him to new friends they immediately assume you're dating
• complains dramatically whenever you don't give him enough attention
• best friend Sunwoo who is so obviously in love with you… except you somehow can't see it
Content: fluff, one (1) kiss, brief mention of a family member passing away
Request: keyword game
Sunwoo was the talk of the town.
In your quiet corner of the world, everyone knew everyone and then some. Somehow, people would end up in the know about visiting relatives or out of town friends, or even those passing through would be known to everyone by the end of the day.
So it was no surprise when Sunwoo suddenly moved to your town that within hours his name had spread to every last person.
You were curious of course. Your town could be best defined as a place to retire. It was quiet, with little to do, but scenic and cozy in that way older people tend to search for during their last years. Most young people moved out when they could or stayed to take over family businesses, or would only be found for short stays.
For you, it was because of your family business. Your grandmother taught you everything you know; what you should grow and harvest for each season, everything involved woth baking from consistency to proofing to the aesthetics, and most importantly everything that goes into managing a business.
Though you have a range of in-season ingredients used for your goods, your most popular has been cherries. Your line included cherry tarts, cherry ice cream, cherry cakes and more, and the town always looked forward to cherry season.
So when Sunwoo arrives at your bakery you're not surprised to have a new customer, but you are by him.
Apart from being new to the town, he sticks out like a sore thumb.
Dark wavy hair lazily brushed back, leather jacket to match his dark clothes, strong features full of sharp angles and melting eyes. He looks the definition of tall, dark and handsome.
"Welcome, what can I get for you today." You greet, smile as sweet as your treats.
He scratches the back of his neck and you hide how taken aback you are by his shy demeanour.
"Um.. what would you recommend?" He asks unexpectedly soft.
Of course you recommend your cherry goods.
"Oh. The cupcakes sound great, I'll take two please." And then he smiles and you suddenly feel your heart swell three times its size.
After that, he nearly came everyday. Usually the same order, sometimes something new, but he would always get his cherry cupcakes.
Today, he hadn't shown. You were slightly disappointed, already having set aside his order neatly in a berry printed cake box.
You're in the midst of closing, preparing for the next day. Table, chairs, floors, all the surfaces wiped down. Leftover goods packed up ready to be donated to the foodbank on your way home when you hear the bell of your door opening.
"Sorry, we're closed for the day." You call out from the back.
Emerging from the kitchen, tea towel in hand you blink in surprise. "Sunwoo."
He gives you a smile, the kind that has your heart racing everytime. He looks sheepish, rubbing his nape as he tends to do when he's feeling out of place. "Sorry to come so late... I got busy and I wanted to see you... I made some tea if you could spare some time?"
Closing ends up delayed. You try to be normal despite your skin feeling heated and flutters you haven't felt since you were a teenager run rampant in your belly.
Sunwoo sits across from you and he grins so big it lights up his face when you pull out a box with his exact order.
"Am I that predictable?" He laughs.
You shrug, sliding over a plate and two mugs. "Maybe I just know you better now."
His eyes glimmer in a way that reminds you of sunlight skating across water. "Hm," he hums, "well maybe... if you don't mind of course... I can drop by this time again so we can get to know each other better?"
And you realise you're completely gone when the only response you can give that heart-stopping smile is a small yes.
Four out of six evenings of the week Sunwoo shows up during closing and you both share tea he made and the treats you've made.
You find out he moved from the city after having severe burnout and the passing of a relative that hit him hard. He said he wanted a chance of scenery and a change of pace from the fast competitive dredge of life in Seoul. You find out he has a younger sister and laugh when he grumbles that she's taller than him and could probably kick his ass. He tells you how he got sucked into the corporate world of tech, despite his passion laying with music.
In turn, you tell him how you were the grandchild with most interest in baking and thats why your grandmother trained you up for the business. Tell him about your quiet life in your little town. How you felt grateful that you got to do what you love every day.
And the way his gaze melts into you, attentive and tender has your pulse racing and throat running dry.
One night, Sunwoo asks if you want to take a drive instead.
That's how you end up sitting on the hood of his car on the cliffsides.
You always sit opposite him and he's always in oversized clothes that hang off him, so you don't realise how much bigger he is than you initially perceived until now.
His broad shoulders brush against you and he seems to take up so much space beside you.
The stars wash the sky and the water pulls in and out washing against the rocks below rhythmically.
It's a beautiful night.
You're in the midst of laughing at something silly he said when you turn your head to look at him and find him already looking at you.
Just like that your laughter dies down, carried away with the waves. He's closer than you realise. The steady warmth of his breath fanning against you.
"You know," he starts, quiet and gentle, "I was worried that I wouldn't feel at home here... but... you've helped make it feel like it... thank you."
You're not sure how you even manage to speak, throat dry and nerves like a live wire as his eyes, voice, proximity frazzle you. "You're welcome." You whisper.
And without realising you both lean in, closer, closer until you feel his plush lips sinking against yours tasting like cherries and home.
🎬 kim sunwoo is not a professional actor, yet somehow he's making it very hard not to fall for his performance. Part one
PAIRING 🎬 sunwoo x fem!reader
TAGS 🎬 actors au, fluff, smut
WORD COUNT 🎬 3.3k
WARNINGS 🎬 sex - MDNI
AUTHOR’S NOTE 🎬 sorryyyyyyyy this took forever and i don't know if i'm entirely happy but i hope you'll forgive me. i never want to post unfinished work on here again lol im so slow to finish😭
You don't know why you expected things to be different, when everything was said and done. Filming ended, and the cast and crew had a huge party, where everyone got too drunk and Sunwoo smiled at you so much it made your head spin. He seemed to be everywhere, so entwined with your life for months, and then, as abruptly as it started, it was all over.
Sunwoo's just a name in your contacts now, someone who occasionally posted an image on Instagram that made your stomach drop a little. He seemed to be having fun, he was back home for summer vacation, and that was all you knew. It felt weird to message him now when you had nothing to do with each other anymore, so you didn't.
But it did seem like a shame, because you really wanted to keep talking to him, laugh at his stupid jokes, and his attempts at being suave that never worked out.
It felt like something was missing.
When the day of the premiere came around, you figured he was still abroad and wouldn't be attending. It wasn't a "premiere" as such because the movie was just a local project, a collaboration between different faculties at the university and media houses in the city. Nothing that warranted any kind of big event. It was a private showing at the downtown cinema, and you found yourself regretting the whole thing more and more on the way over. Why did you have to do the dumb movie in the first place?
It's not like you were particularly close with any of the other cast members, after having spent most (if not all) of your time with Sunwoo throughout the project. You didn't even know who you would sit next to in the cinema at this point.
You choose a seat towards the left side of the room, after being greeted and congratulated by several cast and crew people on the way in. It was sweet but kind of lonely, and you didn't feel too good about the thought of having to watch yourself on a huge screen with no one to turn to. Hopefully most of it was cut out anyway.
When the movie started, you were already considering leaving, calculating if there was a way to pick up your coat quietly enough for no one to notice.
Just then, a string of muted excuses was heard to your right, and a silhouette appeared in the dim light, moving towards you.
"Shit, sorry, so sorry."
Someone snickered as he passed and for a moment the room lit up with light from the screen—illuminating Sunwoo giving a guy a fist bump in passing, as he continued toward where you sat. You didn't know if he knew you were there, and your heart started speeding up in naive hope that he somehow did. Should you call him over? Say something?—
"Y/n," Sunwoo whispers, trademark grin beaming down at you, looking uncharacteristically unsure of himself. But happy.
"Sunwoo," you breathe, eyes wide. Unprepared.
"I found you," he whispers. "Is this seat taken...?"
You scramble to move your coat out of the way so he can sit, receiving a few pointed looks from people further in on the same row. Sorry, he mouths. That doesn't matter right now. What matters is Kim Sunwoo sitting down next to you with a relieved sigh, like he's been rushing.
"Did you run from South-Korea...?" You whisper, nudging him a little, feeling giddy and simply the polar opposite from just a few minutes earlier.
"Ha-ha," he breathes, but grins nonetheless. "I missed y—"
A boom sounds from the screen, and you look at each other with wide eyes for a second, almost bursting into laughter but managing to contain it. You almost forgot about the damn movie.
"—your lame jokes," Sunwoo finishes, barely audible and smiling secretively, and you feel like you don't know how to behave. You don't possess the power to hold back the huge smile that spreads on your face.
He nudges your arm in return as you shift to watch what's happening, and it's strange how everything can turn back, just like that. How it feels like the past months never happened, and you've seen each other every day, like a time capsule unearthed.
The movie itself is surprisingly tolerable. You knew it was okay, from watching other actors do their scenes and going through rehearsals, but it was another thing to watch it like this, polished and edited, and with a score in the background. It was actually quite engaging.
Suddenly Sunwoo is on screen, breathtakingly beautiful, doing one of his solo scenes as Minsoo packing up all of his things. You see how his hand in his lap next to you anxiously flexes and un-flexes in your peripheral vision.
"See? That turned out great," you whisper, and Sunwoo shoots you a blinding smile.
It's not as fun when it turns out your scenes weren't cut, and you watch in horror when the main kiss scene approaches.
"Oh. This is way weird," you mumble, and when you turn to look at Sunwoo, he's already looking back, biting his lip.
"Way," he agrees, fidgeting.
"I don't think I can watch—" you mumble, barely peeking out between your fingers, catching terrifying glimpses of the two of you making out. It's evidently been cut together from several different scenes, some from the more vanilla takes, but also from the steamy ones.
"It's okay," Sunwoo whispers, and turns your face with a soft touch so you're looking at him instead, eyes wide and reflecting the lights. "We don't have to watch, right?"
He's holding your hand all of a sudden, and in sum, it's a bit much. He doesn't look away from you, only smiles gently, squeezing your hand.
"Yeah, yes," you whisper.
"Good job, though," he grins, and the ridiculousness of the situation almost makes you break out laughing again. But you pull through, smile, and squeeze his hand back.
"You too."
It's late when you get out, after making a half reluctant appearance in the background of a photo for the local newspaper with the entire production and team. Sunwoo's smile hasn't left his lips since you saw him for the first time, hours earlier.
"Not bad, for two amateurs," he comments, looking out at the almost empty parking lot, his hands in his pockets to shield them from the autumn chill. You only smile in reply, still feeling the phantom warmth of his hand holding yours in the theater.
"You were amazing," you mumble, honestly, not catching the way he looks at you. "Truly, you were so good. I really lucked out."
"Lucked out?" Sunwoo mumbles, making you smirk, because you're sure he knows what you mean, just wants you to say it out loud.
"In my pairing with you," you say. "But you knew that. Cheeky."
And Sunwoo's grinning again, knocking your shoulders together.
"Feeling's mutual," he says, like it's obvious. "Like. Really mutual."
That makes you laugh. "Really mutual? What does that mean?"
"I don't know," Sunwoo shrugs, smiling at the ground. "I think you... Uh. I had a lot of fun. And I don't think I would have, if I wasn't with you."
The two of you drive in Sunwoo's car, and you feel sick at the thought of this ending again. It takes no more than a few minutes to drive to your apartment, and when he parks by the curb, it seems like nothing will be okay if you get out.
"Are you—" you start, but think better of it. You want to ask if he's going back, what his plans are, but your voice sounds so loud in the silence. "Um. Shit."
You mumble the last part, and Sunwoo looks at you like it means something.
"Am I what?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
You don't reply, just look at him, and it feels like he can see right through you anyway.
A few seconds pass, and then, impossibly, he places a warm hand on your neck and pulls you in for a gentle kiss.
It doesn't seem real, in that sense that it's a familiar sensation, but at the same time so completely different from the other times. Your heart is going crazy, mind racing, but you don't want to think, just want him. The pressure of Sunwoo's full lips against yours, the smell of his shampoo, and the feeling of his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw. The complete lack of any logic, or mental preparation.
"Was that..." he breathes, pulling back slightly. "Okay?"
You blink and look so thoroughly confused that it makes him chuckle.
"Okay?" you repeat, breathless. "That was, um. Yes. Yeah. Do it again."
He grins and unbuckles his seat belt before he leans over properly this time, pulling you to him and kissing you deeper than before. You hold on to him for dear life and want him so much closer, want to show him that this is more than you know what to do with. In a good way.
You move your hand and it accidentally slips under his shirt, like it did when you were filming, and Sunwoo inhales sharply, leaning into it and you don't want to be presumptuous, but—
"Come upstairs?"
Sunwoo grins, biting his lip. "Yes, please."
When you get out of the car, the windows are misted.
When Sunwoo can kiss you how he wants, with nothing scripted or prepared for, you realize just how much he was holding back before. He kisses you like a madman, like he has waited years to do it properly.
"Fuck, you have no idea," he breathes, eyes half lidded with lust. "No idea how long I've dreamed of this."
His words have you almost whining, pushing into his touch desperately, where his hands pull you against him.
It's a strange situation to be in, because even if it's the first time it's real, his body is so unknown and yet so familiar. You already know some things he likes, and now that there are no cameras, he doesn't hold his reactions back. You can't wait to learn more ways to make him groan and writhe.
"Fuck, Jesus, Y/n," he gasps, when you bite and suck kisses into his neck, his hips stuttering for friction.
You two stumble ungracefully through your apartment and into the bedroom, and Sunwoo wastes no time pushing you up against the closed door.
"Want you," you breathe, pulling slightly at the hair on the back of his neck, making his eyes slide shut for a moment, lost in it. "Want you so bad, Sunwoo."
"God," he groans, maneuvering you to the bed and leaning down with you. "This okay?"
He waits for your okay before he pushes his hands under your clothes, greedily feeling every inch of you and kissing your stomach.
Together you work to remove your clothes, finally left in just panties, and Sunwoo looks at you like nothing you've ever seen before. He's so fucking hot, eyes hazy and dark, hair hanging over his face.
He groans, strained, before leaning down to kiss your breasts, squeezing with both hands.
"You drive me crazy, seriously, I've been consumed… Even in Korea, I kept dreaming about you under me, if you could just give me one chance… That day at the film shoot, God, you had me rock hard in front of a whole production team. If they hadn't stopped us…"
You feel yourself flush red hot at his words, gasping at his touch, hips lifting to find him. Of course he'd be a talker, Kim Sunwoo, with the cheeky mouth. The thought of him so affected by you makes you wetter than you've been in your entire life.
He reaches down and puts pressure, finally, on your pussy.
"Hah," he breathes, eyes closing in bliss. "So wet already? You want it that bad?"
"You really know how to switch between- ah- desperate confession and cocky," you moan, briefly distracted by how he kisses your neck and rubs circles into your clit, on top of your panties.
"It's my specialty," he smirks, hand moving up, before slipping into your underwear. The sound he makes at the contact almost drowns out your own noises.
"Please, let me eat you out, I need to, I'll make you feel so good," he mumbles, voice deep and trembling.
It's not exactly hard to comply.
You thought Sunwoo's lips were perfect for kissing, but it turns out they also lend themselves extremely well to other activities. You're almost surprised by his restraint, expecting him to want to fuck you since he seemed so eager, but quickly learn that eating might be his favorite thing.
"God, you taste so good," he breathes, inserting two fingers and curling them to find your sweet spot. "Oh, that's it. Good girl, taking my fingers so well."
It's embarrassing the effect his words have on you, how you're whining and moaning, clenching on his fingers. You're already on the brink of orgasm, and when you grab his hair to get him even closer, the sound he makes, rough and primal, sends you right over the edge.
He's so god damned sexy looking up at you, breath ragged, hair wild, licking his lips. "One more for me, yeah? You can give me one more?"
You can't help but nod breathlessly, helplessly, yelping when he gets right back to it. It's almost too much, and at the same time you just want more, impossibly more.
"M-more," you say, unsteady, feeling it building up again.
"My girl wants more?" he chuckles, sucking your clit harshly before inserting another finger. "Gonna get you good and ready for me. You want my cock?"
You whine again, blushing, tugging at his hair. "Please…"
"Good girl," he hums, pumping his fingers faster, having you on the brink of tears. It feels fucking fantastic, you don't understand how he can be so good at it. "God, look at you. I knew you'd be so pretty like this, spread out for me."
"For you," you echo, almost a whisper, beyond embarrassment now, just painfully honest.
He grins wickedly, and then dives back in to give you another orgasm that arguably shakes you harder than the first one, vision going white for a second. Your legs wobble and he holds you steady, talking you through it.
"Doing so good," he praises, coming up to kiss your neck and your cheeks, while pulling his t-shirt off, finally.
You're boneless and weak, and so, so satisfied, but you gather yourself so you can admire him, his tan skin and strong shoulders.
"Fuck," you mumble, and he smirks, cheeky as ever.
"Knew you liked me," he says, cocky, but with a soft edge, leaving room for something more.
"I don't believe I was very subtle about it," you admit, smiling, and for a second realizing how incredibly happy you are.
"More subtle than me," he grins, making you laugh, and also remember what is about to happen.
"Ah, please, Sunwoo. Fuck me," you say, not above begging, at this point.
His eyes flutter closed again, breathing stuttering. Your hands find the buttons on his pants and he inhales sharply, leaning closer to give you easier access. When he's finally free of his constraints you feel almost dizzy with how much you want him, and need him to get inside of you.
"Aw, so eager," Sunwoo tuts, and you could laugh because you know he needs it just as bad as you, but you indulge him.
"Yeah, please, need you in me."
"Fuck," he groans, cracking immediately, just like you knew he would, moving to position himself.
He's so gorgeous when you finally see him in all his glory. Strong, lean, confident, perfect. Next time, if there is one, you want to move slow, let your hands run over the smooth planes and muscles, bite his chest, kiss his neck. Now though, it seems like you might die if he doesn't fuck you immediately.
"Shit, do you have any condoms?"
"Don't need 'em," you say, and it's your turn to grin at his expression. He looks dumbfounded, like he can't believe his luck.
"Give me a second," he groans, squeezing himself, leaning to rest against your knee. It's incredibly hot that just the thought of getting to fuck you raw has him on the verge.
He goes slow, giving you both time to get used to it, brows furrowed and looking so delicious, you can't help but clench around him when he's fully inside.
"Fu-uck," Sunwoo moans, eyes closing. "I'm not going to last long. That feels too good. And you're too perfect."
"Sweet talker," you smile, pulling him closer, getting a slow kiss as he starts to move.
The feeling of him inside of you is better than you even imagined, he fits you like it was by design. You admire him as he fucks you, eyes dark and a smirk still in the corner of his mouth, like he knows that he's just that good. Even so, he squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure, trying to hold out for you, trying to make you come one more time.
"Can you come like this?" he asks, voice all rough now, a little desperate.
"Mm, yeah," you breathe. "So good. Feels so good."
"I'll get you there," he says, no trace of uncertainty in his voice.
He moves his hand to your clit, starting slow and then building up tempo, as his hips still slam expertly into you in a rhythm that is making your head spin.
"Sunwoo, I'm so close, fuck–"
"Let go, pretty girl, come for me."
Your senses explode in white as you come together, clenching so hard around him you'll be thinking about it for weeks. He moans your name, showering you in praises, hands gripping your hips so hard it's bound to leave marks.
Afterwards you're so exhausted, you could fall asleep immediately. Sunwoo kisses you and asks about towels, or something, and you answer to the best of your currently limited ability.
He cleans you up so gently, puts a glass of water on the nightstand, and blissfully, you pass out like a light in his arms.
You crack the window in your bedroom open, letting in some cool air, and when you turn back to the bed Sunwoo looks at you through his lashes, smiling sleepily. He's still undressed under the duvet and yelps in surprise when you get in next to him and put a cold hand on his stomach.
Then he sighs and pulls you close again, back to where you were before, tucked under his arm.
"You still worried about that kissing thing?" he mumbles, and you can feel him smiling in his usual cheeky manner.
"Like you even have to ask," you reply dryly, squeezing his waist. "You just want me to tell you what a great kisser you are and how you've ruined other men for me or something. I'm not falling into your trap, Kim Sunwoo."
He laughs heartily, and you grin, your head shaking from how his chest moves.
"You already have~" he sing-songs, giggling.
"Shit," you laugh. "Maybe I did. Or maybe you fell into mine?"
"Mm," Sunwoo hums. "I fell for your pick up line way back then. I told you it was good."
"It wasn't a pick up line," you insist, and Sunwoo starts laughing again.
"Doesn't mean it didn't work."
You look up at him and he winks, making you guffaw and poke his stomach in protest.
"Ugh," you say, affectionately, and he grins openly at that, rolling over so you're facing each other. "But you are a good kisser. I'll admit as much."
Sunwoo smirks. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet."
Summary: Sunwoo’s forgetfulness to get his heat blockers lead to this? Well, maybe he wouldn’t mind being so forgetful again~ Especially if you, his coworker that he has a huge crush on, is willing to take care of him in any way he needs.
Smut, PWOP (see Aching for You for plot), Fluff?, Hybrid au (w/shifting capabilities), Coworkers to Lovers au
If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.
Warnings: Raccoon Hybrid! Sunwoo in Heat/Rut (making him very needy), a Major Scent kink (due to him being part raccoon), Protected -> Unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex), Multiple rounds, Slightly messy sex, Switch! Sunwoo & Switch! Reader, Whiny/Needy! Sunwoo, Begging (r! receiving), Overstimulation leading to tears (m! receiving), Scratching behind/Touching/Tugging on Sunwoo’s raccoon ears, Praise (m! receiving), Clit Stimulation (r! receiving), Endless orgasms (m! needing & receiving), Some marking & biting (r! receiving), Talks of Sunwoo wanting to eat you out badly but not being able to due to his heat/rut, Use of petnames: Woo and Baby *And if I missed anything lmk*
Word count: 2,974
Raccoon Hybrid! Sunwoo X Afab! Reader
[A/n: Happily tagging @helionepho in this part two/continuation! I hope you enjoy this continuation as much as I enjoyed writing it! Tbh I had already planned to make this, but it took me a lot longer than I expected. But I’m so happy about how well received the last one was. Thank you, guys, so much!]
A continuation of Aching for You (pls read this first!)
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He asks as you pull away from his soft plush lips, “Fuck, please, I need you… Please say I can have you?” You nod as you take him by his clean hand to lead him to his bed. His eyes are soft as he looks over you, “Are you sure? I’m not sure once it resurges if I’ll be able to stop.” You brush his hair out of his eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure. I like you Sunwoo, a lot. This is a normal part of your life. I can take it.” He hums and he gently pushes you against his bed. His lips capture yours again before he tells you, “I like you a lot too. I’m not silly for just anyone.” You grin, “Good.” Your lips meet his again, and your tongue grazes his bottom lip. He opens his mouth, and his tongue moves over yours. Neither of you were fighting for dominance, you were both just enjoying the tango.
He throws off his soiled hoodie, and your eyes rake over him, eagerly taking in the new sights. His ears twitch bashfully as he lets out a nervous laugh before he asks, “Like what you see, sweetheart?” You bite your lip and nod, and he kisses you again. His hands take their time unbuttoning your soiled blouse before he lets out a groan, “You’re so beautiful…” You blush and whisper a small ‘thank you’ as he continues undressing both of you, taking his sweet time. It isn’t until you’re fully naked and he’s kissing his way down your neck that you start to feel his body heat up again. Normally, in any other situation he’d be eating you out and enjoying making you scream for him from his tongue alone. But when his mind was being overloaded with the need to mate and hit his high repeatedly… He couldn’t and it was driving him mad. You looked like divinity, and he couldn’t even try a taste without needing to be inside of you first. He lets out a soft groan of defeat against your collarbone before he tells you softly as his rut starts to take over his mind, “I’m sorry I’d uh- I’d usually take care of you before I- and prep you- but-” You put your hand on his chest causing him to look up at you with sad eyes, his soft ears flat against his hair, as you tell him, “I promise I don’t mind. There will be plenty more times for that.” He groans as his ears instantly perk up because you’re implying there will be a next time.
In his barely functioning mind, he remembers to reach over in his bedside drawer and grab a condom. He shakily rolls it over himself after ripping the package open with his teeth. His hips buck into his hand, and he lets out a loud groan. You watch as his striped tail flicks wildly behind him as he gets lost in the sensation. He bites his lip as he looks you over again, “Fuck, baby, la-last chance…” You shake your head, refusing to leave. He needed your help, and you wanted him just as bad. You reach around his shoulders and pull him close to you again, “Please just fuck me, already…” He groans and his covered tip drags over your entrance. You shudder as he finally pushes inside of you. Usually, you’d need some kind of prep but with the little show he gave you a little bit ago, you were soaked beyond belief. You spread your legs a little wider to accommodate him better as he buries himself deeply inside of you, when he bottoms out, you both let out a loud groan.
He rests on his elbows above you and brings you in for a kiss as he starts moving inside of you. The reality of being inside of you, is beyond what he ever imagined. It was heavenly. Your lips move along his as he slowly increases his pace. When you part to let out a moan, a string of saliva connects you two and you both grin as it breaks. He moves his face from yours to bury his nose back into your collar like he had done before. The saccharine sweet smell of berries overtakes his senses, and he lets out a loud groan, pounding into you faster. Your sweet scent was perfectly overwhelming, and he couldn’t get enough of it. You reach your hand up to run your fingers in his hair to soothe him as he ruts faster into you, calmly stroking his silky hair as he ruts his hips desperately inside of you. Your hand bumps into his soft ears and you ask softly, “Can I pet your ears?” And he groans, “Please.” Your hand finally touches his soft ear, and it feels so fuzzy between your fingers. You can’t resist bringing your other hand to his opposite ear to feel the soft fuzz. And when you scratch behind them, he lets out a loud groan and gives you a particularly hard thrust, making you moan loudly. You quickly realize why he never let you touch them before, they were sensitive. And you grin as you use it to your advantage. You scratch and play with them, making him groan into your shoulder as he inhales your heavenly scent. You were too much for him. And he comes apart for you too quickly and it has him grumbling because he never finishes this fast. But his skin never cools down so he continues rutting into you working himself to another orgasm without a second thought.
You can hear him cursing against your shoulder, and you worry so you pull your hands back to see what’s wrong, not understanding that him cumming before you was why he was grumbling. And he lets out a dissatisfied noise. You resist giggling about how cute his antics are even in the heat of the moment before you quickly move your hands back to where they were. You rub his fuzzy ears, taking in how nice they feel between your fingers. They are as soft as they are sensitive, and you can’t resist giving them a little tug which causes him to let out a loud whine. And you smirk as you keep playing with them. The more you touch them, the faster his thrusts grow, and you can’t help but moan as he starts working you up to your orgasm. You gasp as you feel his hand sneak between your bodies, dancing along your sides before his fingers find their way to your clit. Your eyes go wide as he fingers brush against it, before he starts rubbing it circles. You let out a loud moan as you tug on his ears, making him groan loudly.
He nuzzles his nose into your collar, inhaling deeply, “F-fuck you smell so good, how… how am I ever supposed to get enough?” You whine, “Then don’t…” He groans as he sniffs you, and his hips start stuttering again. His fingers start moving your clit in harsh fast circles, trying to bring you to an orgasm at the same time. And he starts whining, “Plea-please cum with me… Please.” You bury your head into his shoulder as you start growing even closer to the edge. You feel tears in your shoulder as Sunwoo cries out, “I… I uh… Oh my god, I’m going to cum.” Your hand finds his unoccupied hand, and you grip it in yours as Sunwoo’s movements become more erratic. You whisper, “I’m almost there…” He groans, “Fuck…” He holds out for another minute as his cock twitches inside of you before he falls over the edge, spilling into his condom again. Your orgasm comes over in you waves as Sunwoo focuses on rubbing faster circles. You let out a loud cry as your walls convulse around his cock. He cries out into your shoulder as your walls clench around him causing him to whine from the overstimulation.
When you finally come down from your high, you feel how cool his skin has gotten. And you pout a bit; your personal furnace is cooling off and it’s too cold in his apartment. He immediately senses your goosebumps, “Ahh… sorry.” He apologizes and pulls the comforter over the two of you before he slowly pulls out of you. He ties up the condom and tosses it into his trashcan before he cuddles back into your shoulder. You two don’t talk much, just bask in the moment. Until you feel the heat starting to emit from him again. You can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your lips at the thought of getting fucked by him again. And he pouts, “Fuck, I was going to eat you out before it took over again…” You laugh before kissing his cheek, “Again, you’ll have time for that later, I promise.” His eyes are watery as he asks, “You genuinely mean that? Not just saying that because I’m about to lose my mind again?” You grab his face between your hands and pull him to you, “Genuinely. I like you a lot, I’m not just saying that to appease your inner raccoon.” He gives you the biggest smile as you bring him in for a kiss.
You watch as his eyes grow darker, before he has to grab another condom out of his drawer, “When… when this is over, I’m going to treat you to the best dinner out.” You smirk as you pull him to you, “I’ll hold you to that, Woo.” His hips buck at the mention of a new nickname, “A-a nickname?” You hum, “You like that?” He nods quickly, his eyes tightly clenching, “I really do.” You smirk grows wider, “Fuck me good, Woo.” He whines as he rolls the new condom over him quickly over his painfully hard length desperately bucking into it before he pushes inside of you. He lets out a soft sigh as he bottoms out before he starts fucking into you again.
The blanket falls from his shoulders as he pounds into you and your legs wrap around his waist to keep him close to you. The heat of his skin feels so delicious against the cold air that you forget why you were even cold to begin with. He falls towards you again, his hands bearing his weight above you as he starts licking over your lips before he kisses you deeply. His lips chase after yours as he fucks into you. He feels so warm sinking into you that you moan louder and louder for him as he chases another orgasm. He feels perfect inside of you; you can’t get enough of the sensation as his thrusts grow faster. You can’t help but play with his ears again, knowing how sensitive they are, wanting to bring him the most pleasure possible. And he whines, “Fu… Fuck not again.” He groans as he cums early again. He groans, “This has got to be a new record.” You giggle and he starts rutting his hips harder into you, immediately chasing another orgasm.
His striped tail flicks over your leg a couple times which makes you giggle, it’s so soft that it tickles your skin. It slinks around your leg and wraps around it. He trails kisses down your jaw before he settles back into your collar, to sniff and mark you up. His teeth leave small bite marks as he tries to leave pretty marks along your skin, and you let out little whines with every bite he leaves until his nose plants itself firmly against your neck. And he lets out a loud groan, and you feel his hips stutter inside of you again. “F-fuck… Sorry… I can’t- I have to…” You shake your head; he was worrying too much about satisfying you that he forgot you were here to help him not the other way around. And you coo at him, “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” He lets out an even louder groan. You feel his tail wrap around your leg tighter, drawing you closer to him as his hips start rutting into you again. You smell and feel so good to him, it’s like he’s ascending. This is probably what salvation feels like he believes. Fuck, he needs you in ways that his mind can’t physically comprehend right now.
You see how his hands shake at your sides and realize he won’t be able to touch you with the state he’s in. So, your fingers snake their way down. You let out a soft gasp as your fingers finally touch your clit, “Oh my god…” You bury your face into Sunwoo’s shoulder as you start working yourself up while his thrusts grow more erratic. You feel teardrops hit your shoulder and you start to realize he’s overstimulating himself. “Oh, baby, please, it's okay. If you need to stop-” He whines, “I can’t… I can’t- I have to- I need to cum- Please.” Your opposite hand makes its way back into his hair, and you start running your hands through it, trying to calm him down as he grows more and more desperate to release but his body isn’t letting him have that freedom. He cries, “I’m so close… but… I-” You coo at him, telling him sweet nothings, “It’s okay, you’re doing good. Fuck, you’re doing so good for me…” Your fingers start moving against your clit faster the whiner he gets, it’s so hot to you.
You turn your face to whisper in his ear sweet nothings about how good he’s being for you. Which makes him whine more before he desperately tells you, “I can’t cum, oh my god… I- help- please… Please can I cum? Please- I’m-” He starts begging you, babbling into your shoulder for a release, hoping his body would listen if you told him to cum inside of you. You scratch him behind his ears as you softly tell him, “It’s more than okay, you can cum. Fill me up.” You whisper into his ear, “Be a good boy, Sunwoo, and fill me up with your cum.” He groans as his orgasm finally hits him and has him seeing stars. His intense orgasm triggers your own, your walls convulse and shake around him as his cock twitches within you.
He pants into your ear as his arms finally give out from above you and he lays his whole-body weight on top of you. He murmurs out a small apology, and you coo at him, “You did so good for me, Woo… It’s okay. I promise.” You stroke his hair and kiss his forehead, trying to calm him down from the intense orgasm he just had. His striped tail that was wrapped tightly around you, slowly loosens and tickles you again, which makes you laugh. Causing Sunwoo to whimper from the sensation, “You’re gonna make me cum again.” You hold back your giggles as you pull him into a kiss. And that’s when you notice his body heat still hasn’t cooled down. Your eyes go wide as his hips start rocking into yours on autopilot. He’s halfway gone, and his body still craves another orgasm. He doesn’t even have the energy to change the condom he was wearing, as his cum spills from the condom and onto his black sheets. You couldn’t care less if he came inside of you at this point. You feel his cum spilling over you and under your thighs as he continues moving inside of you. He makes a mess of you as his hips continue rutting into yours. When he cums again, you feel him let out a soft sigh, finally relieving his inner raccoon. He pulls out and tosses the useless condom.
His eyes are soft and wide as he realizes what he did. And he apologizes with his ears flat against his hair, “I’m so sorry.” You shake your head, “It’s okay, I mean it. You were in the heat of the moment. It’s okay.” You kiss his jaw gently, trying to coax him from tears. And you tell him, “Next wave… I want to feel you cum inside of me.” His eyes are wide as he blinks at you, “You want me to fuck you raw!?” You giggle as you pull his face towards you, “Yes… I want to feel every bit of you.” He groans, “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He shakes his head, “This is insane. I can’t believe you…” He kisses you deeply before he asks just to be sure, “You positive?” You give him your best puppy dog eyes as you whine, “Please.” And he lets out a growl, “Oh, you’re asking for it, baby.” He nips your bottom lip as he makes out with you. He tells you against your lips, “This time… You’re gonna cum first, I’m determined.” You laugh, “It’s okay if I don’t. This is all about you… I’m helping you through your rut, not the other way around.” He shakes his head, pulling away from you as you feel his skin starting to heat up again, “I don’t care, you deserve it.” You grin, “Have it your way then~” And he brings you in for another kiss, “I will.”
Needless to say, when he’s cooled down again, you called off the rest of the week too. Reporting that you caught the same sickness that Sunwoo had. And that you didn’t want to risk infecting the rest of the office. You quickly hang up as Sunwoo rolls his hips into yours again. He drags his plush lips against yours as he tells you, “Fuck, I don’t even think a week of being inside of you will be long enough for me.” You laugh before he kisses you again, and his striped tail wraps securely around your leg.
