Genre: College Au, RomCom, Rivals, Enemies to Lovers
Warnings: Swearing
Synopsis: If Y/N had a quarter for every time she’d lost to Kim Sunwoo, she’d have seventy-five cents. It isn’t a lot, but she’ll be damned if she lets him make it a dollar, especially now that they’re stuck working together as Student Government President and Vice President.
A/N: Finally getting to a fic that I came up with in July 2022, I was literally just 18 🥹. Anywho Hope you guys like it. I’ve suddenly found a new passion for writing. Maybe because it’s summer now and I finally have free time. But I promise guys I will be very active this year!
@a-dream-bookmark
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You disliked a lot of things, but there are only three things you hate.
1. Losing
2. Kim Sunwoo
3. Losing to Kim Sunwoo
But to be honest if you could make all three Sunwoo you would.
You stared at the email cursing your screen. There’s no fucking way in hell, you were going to allow this.
“Congratulations! You, Y/n L/N have been selected as Student Government Association Vice President.”
“Absolutely not.”
People around you could probably feel the anger seeping throughout your body, evident by their polite nods and smiles as they passed you in the campus cafe. So why couldn’t he take the freaking hint?
“Talking to yourself again?”
You look up only to spot him.
Kim Sunwoo
The reason you’re prematurely graying.
Your glasses slipped slightly down your nose as he bent down to your eye level, casually pushing them back up with one finger.
He tilts his head slightly.
“Are these things prescription” he asked “or are they just to complete the whole college princess look?”
You let out a sigh that still couldn’t fully encapsulate your disgust with him. “Fuck off.”
Sunwoo gasps sarcastically, “Why that’s no way to speak to your president.”
“You’re not my president.” You say through gritted teeth.
“Thats not what this says.” He holds up a sheet of paper, with his acceptance email inked on it.
“You printed that out?”
He chuckles, “Yeah. I think I might frame it.”
“You’re a pathetic loser.” you say beginning to pack up your computer and books.
“Loser? That’s funny coming from a runner up.”
You stared at him.
For a second, you seriously considered throwing away your scholarship, your future, and every ounce of self-control you had
🎬 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."
PAIRING 💋 changmin x fem!reader
GENRES & AUS 💋 non idol!au, friends to ?, smut
WORD COUNT 💋 2.2k
WARNINGS 💋 oral sex - MDNI!
AUTHOR’S NOTE 💋 im sorry for dipping and then writing something new instead of the three things i have in drafts.......... i feel like this is a little rushed but ive been thinking about it forever so i had to do it ;;
"What?"
Changmin looks at you in the low light, brows raised like he can't believe what he's hearing.
"Yup," you just shrug, taking a sip from the drink, now lukewarm and kind of disgusting.
You can see the gears turn in his head, chewing his cheek like he's unsure if he should say something else or shut up.
It's unclear exactly how you ended up on this subject. Sunwoo stopped by and told some unbelievable and likely exaggerated sex story, which is never surprising from him. Then he grabbed Juyeon and left, leaving only you and Changmin by the table.
Sweet, silly Changmin, with the dimples and honest eyes, glassy from drinking.
Somehow, after talking a bit more, you let it slip that your ex never gave you head, because he didn't like it. Which looks to be the most insane thing Changmin has ever heard.
You two almost never talk about stuff like this — or any sexual stuff, really. But it's easy, like everything is with him. He's not such a dude about it, just genuine and quiet and sweet.
"Never?" he repeats, almost whispering, like it's a secret.
"Not once," you confirm.
He looks like this is offensive to him personally, and stares at you like he's searching for words he can't find.
"That's crazy," he mumbles, looking at his beer. "It's just... Crazy."
"I guess he just didn't like it," you chuckle, amused by his reaction. "Apparently, some guys don't."
"I don't believe that," he says, and there's something about the intense look in his eyes and the hard weight of his words that makes the atmosphere change. You can feel the hair on your arm raising, captivated by his gaze and the stubborn blush on his cheeks.
It makes you want to ask follow-up questions. A lot of them.
But by the time you tear your eyes away from him, Eric knocks into your table, and the rest of the night derails.
It's two days later, and you haven't stopped thinking about that look in his eyes.
Clearly, it was an unexpectedly passionate subject for him, and it hangs in the air like a semicolon. You've never seen him as anything more than a friend, but maybe something changed that night.
You can't believe your eyes when the doorbell rings, and you see him on the monitor, big hat pulled over his hair, fidgeting in the cold. You buzz him up, and put the electric kettle on for some tea. It's unusual for him to show up unannounced.
"I can't let you talk me into watching any more horror movies," you say, in lieu of a greeting, when he pokes his head through the door.
He chuckles, toeing his shoes off in his polite manner.
"Fucks with my head," you continue, watching him hang his coat and take off his hat.
"Alright," he says softly, dimple poking his cheek.
"What's up?" you say, not used to the nervous energy in your body, and so much silence. Usually when he comes around, he's always rambling about a movie, game, or new choreography. He's such a nerd, and it's lovely.
Now he just stops in front of you, all dimple-y and serious.
"I..." he trails off, hands in his pockets, shaking his head and starting over. Is he blushing? "You know at the bar, when you said that thing about your ex?"
"Yeah," you breathe, caught in that look again. He looks like he's fresh from the shower, he smells great, and looks... Good. He's a good-looking guy and he always looks cute, in his hoodies and glasses, his hair tousled and fluffy. This is different. He's in a black t-shirt and jeans, no glasses, his hair parted like it's intentional.
It's like he's made an effort to look this way, and you wish you knew, so you weren't in your usual lazy clothes.
"I was wondering if... If you would let me... eat you out."
He stands there looking intense, as if that isn't an insane thing to say all of a sudden, and you can't help the little yelp/laugh that escapes.
That doesn't deter him, though, and when you stop, he still looks at you dead serious. Blushing, but firm.
"What? You're serious?" you say, suddenly deeply aware of the effect that question had on your body.
He nods, biting the corner of his lip. "I haven't stopped thinking about it since that night."
Well, fuck.
Suddenly, you don't know where to look, eyes darting between the lean lines of his neck and that damn shadow of a dimple.
"It's no pressure, I don't want to overstep, but I just... I'm going a little crazy."
He smiles a little half smile, like he can't believe he's saying what he's saying. To be fair, neither can you.
"Fuck," you breathe, and watch the blush return to his face. When you dare to look him in the eyes again, his pupils are blown wide, intensely fixed on you.
"Is that a 'yes'?" he asks, barely above a whisper. "I trust you to say 'no' if you don't want to."
"Yes."
He exhales, slow and controlled. "Can I kiss you?"
You barely get the word yes out one more time before he snaps, kissing you with such vigor that it knocks you backwards and has you moaning into his mouth.
It never occurred to you that Ji Changmin could move like this, wild and sexy, eyes dark with desire. His hands are everywhere, both desperate and careful, like he's afraid he's taking it too far but can't quite contain himself. It's doing things to you that you haven't felt in what seems like a lifetime.
Maybe it hasn't been quite like this, ever.
"Need you, Min," you gasp, and the noise he makes in response has your knees almost buckling.
You make it to your bedroom somehow, and he slows the two of you down, tugging gently at your clothes.
"Take them off, please," he says, with a deliciously rough edge to his voice.
It's all you can do to oblige. Part of you wants to rip his clothes off, see the muscles you know he's hiding, do things that would make him lose his mind — but the earlier topic lies heavy between you. It's no secret what's about to happen, and you can't pretend it isn't compelling that he wants it so bad.
You're not friends who talk about sex because Changmin isn't the sort of guy to bring it up. It's not like you would mind; you can talk about anything with your friends, but it's nice that he's simply a gentleman like that. He's never talked about exes much, you know he's had relationships, but you're too busy talking about other things, anyways. Or watching his ridiculous scary movies, and the occasional musical.
Now, you can't understand how you haven't seen this in him before. He's got you on your back in the bed, naked, while he's still fully dressed. He looks a little wild, carefully parted hair now tousled and sexy.
"God, you're beautiful," he mumbles, moving down your chest and stomach, taking his time to kiss and caress all the right places. His hands are still careful, and maybe he's like that always, careful and mild, polite. At least until he knows whats okay and not.
But there's still that restrained desperation behind it, the way his eyes roll ever so slightly back when you moan, the tense line of his jaw when your back arches.
The darkness in his eyes.
"I'll make it so good for you," he promises, kissing your pubic mound, slowly pushing your legs up and apart so he can make space for himself.
You're so wet you're almost embarrassed about it, but Changmin looks at you in awe in the low light, breathing labored.
"All for me?" he asks, hungrily, making you shiver.
"Y-yeah," you breathe, lost in it. "All for you."
He groans, from deep in his chest, eyes closing.
He hasn't even touched you yet, not really. So when he does, it's electric, it's incredible.
You gasp and push up on his fingers, his perfect, surprisingly manly hands, for such a lean guy.
It starts with lithe touches to your clit, and you can't bear to watch him, but you know he's looking at you and gauging your reactions, memorizing every twitch and breath.
Then he's applying delicious pressure, circling you with one hand, and pushing into you with the other.
"Oh, fu-uck," you moan, feeling how you clench around his fingers brushing against your g-spot, hearing him groan. Feeling his head fall against your thigh, like he's at his limit.
While he's still (very skillfully) fingering you, slow and calculated and wonderful, he starts kissing your inner thigh. You're already on the verge, gripping on to the sheets for dear life.
"Changmin, please," you plead, to another groan from him before he finally, finally, places a kiss on your clit.
When you gasp at the contact it's like something snaps in him. He full on moans, pushing his whole face in your pussy, hands suddenly holding on to your thighs as if to anchor himself.
"Fuck, you're incredible," he mumbles, licking and sucking everywhere, like he can't get enough.
You brave a look at him and almost come then and there, from the blissful look on his face, his flushed cheeks and seeing, just barely visible, how his hips are grinding against the mattress for friction.
He clearly finds this just as good as you are. Maybe even better.
Now he ups the ante, giving up his vice hold on you in favor of sliding two fingers into you, mouth still working as he pumps in and out. He figures out the angle so it's perfect, making you flutter around him, longing to, hopefully, feel his dick in you like this in the future.
"Pretty girl gonna cum for me?" he breathes, like he could sense you were about to, and that's all it takes for you.
You come harder than you can remember ever doing, back arching almost painfully, seeing white. Changmin works you through it, one hand fucking you slowly, the other pushing down on your stomach to heighten the pleasure even further.
"That's it," he praises, pressing featherlight kisses to your inner thighs, fingers easing out of you before you get overstimulated.
"God, you're perfect," he whispers, climbing up to meet you, hands on your hips to pull you in for a kiss where all you can taste is yourself.
"You're crazy," you smile, kissing him back, feeling like you could die happy just about now. "Don't think I've ever had an orgasm that intense."
"Good," he says, kissing your neck, smiling. "You deserve it. Let me give you another one?"
After round two, and then three, you're about ready to meet an early demise.
"Hold on, pause," you breathe, pulling his hair to get him to sit back.
Your legs are shaking, you pussy aching, and you're starting to feel for Changmin who must be painfully hard at this point with no relief.
"Too much?" he grins, and you sit up to kiss him.
It's messy, his chin is all wet, and you kind of love it.
"Let me return the favor," you say breathlessly, hands wandering to his waist and the front of his jeans.
"Well, I, uh," he starts, when you realize there's a surprising lack of bulge to be found. "I already…"
"You came?" you say, in pure confusion. "From that?"
He blinks, face flushing, and coughs a little embarrassed.
"Fuck," you say, suddenly turned on again beyond belief.
"I'm sorry-"
"No," you interrupt him before he can feel any sort of negative way about it. "That's so fucking sexy. You have no idea."
Changmin blinks in surprise, letting out a breath you didn't know he was holding, and looking devastatingly relieved about it.
"Really, I was just surprised," you assure. "In a good way. I'm so serious."
"Okay," he says, with a happy little laugh. "I can't help it, when it's that good."
"You're killing me," you admit, making him laugh for real.
"You really like that?" he asks, puzzled, smiling at you almost adoringly.
"So much."
"Good. I just… Get carried away. You know?"
You look at him, and feel like it's the first time you're really seeing him. The dancers' frame, the strong shoulders, the long neck. The intense, earnest eyes, the dimples, the beautiful specks of light in his irises. You already know all of it, but now it's like things are making sense.
Instead of saying everything that now burns in your throat, you pull him in for a much sweeter kiss, overcome with emotion.
Gentle, dependable, always-there Changmin.
Who apparently really likes giving head.
"Join me in the shower?" you say, and the room seems so quiet now, foreheads resting against each other. "We don't have to do anything-"
"Oh, but I wanna," he smiles, squeezing your sides. "I want that so much."
"Okay," you say, and it's ridiculous to be feeling shy now, but the way he's looking at you has you squirming in the best way.
"Lead the way," he grins.
"You just wanna see me walk away, naked," you laugh, shoving him.
"Better even it out then," he smirks, pulling his shirt over his head in a smooth motion.
🎬 kim sunwoo is not a professional actor, yet somehow he's making it very hard not to fall for his performance. Part two
PAIRING 🎬 sunwoo x fem!reader
TAGS 🎬 actors au, fluff, suggestive (smut in the next part)
WORD COUNT 🎬 4.8k
WARNINGS 🎬 nope!
AUTHOR’S NOTE 🎬 i'm obviously not an actor so i don't know how any of this really works :p
"Time doesn't stop... Doesn't stand still... Ah, fuck. Line?"
Sunwoo breaks into a disbelieving grin for the third time that evening, shaking his head and feeling like a complete amateur. Y/n smiles in that subtle way she does when he fucks up his lines, flipping through the script and making the room echo with page noise. That smile has become too familiar to him now. She smiles like you would when a child says something unintentionally funny, but you don't want to make them feel stupid by openly laughing. It's that vibe. He needs to get it together.
It's so quiet and warm, almost humid, in the little meeting room they have table readings in nowadays, and he can feel the heat from his palms resting on his thighs. The little oscillating fan in the corner doesn't help in the slightest.
"It's okay," the director comments, scribbling something in the margins of the script that Y/n hands her. "We might change it. But as it is, the line is 'time never stops for anyone. It certainly hasn't for me, even if I wished it would. Many times.'"
"Right, sorry," Sunwoo says, pulling his collar in an attempt to let some cooler air in.
"Why don't we take a break?" The lead actress suggests, stretching her arms out. "We've been at it for hours."
Sunwoo keeps forgetting her name, but that's because they don't have any scenes together. In fact, most of the scenes he has are with Y/n, his on-screen love interest, and both of your roles are quite small. He suspects that much of it will be cut in the end, it's just a short film after all. He's only doing it because it's fun.
Y/n meets him by the water cooler, and hands him a copy of the script that sits warm in his hands, feeling like it's fresh off the printer.
"Thought you could use it," she says, with a twinkle in her eye like she's teasing him, but being nice about it. Maybe too nice? He's sure he deserves a lot more after his dismal display lately. It seems that's just the way she is, carefully teasing, maybe because they haven't known each other for that long. She's probably holding back, sticking to polite banter.
"I could, yeah," he mumbles through a smile, sipping his little paper cup of water. "I spilled coffee on mine earlier, that's why I didn't have one. Ugh. I feel like I'm just annoying everyone in there. I don't know what's up with my brain today."
Y/n shakes her head. "Nah, everyone has those days, I think. It's just your turn."
That makes him look up at her, and she meets his eyes with another gentle smile.
"I'm glad you're the one I'm paired with," she says, too casually, for that kind of statement. "I think it'll come out great."
"Ditto," Sunwoo says, more airy than he means to. "I mean. Yeah. I agree."
He wants to say that he's glad too, and we have good chemistry, don't you think?
He doesn't say that, though, that might be pushing it. They only met a couple of days ago. Although, from what he's read ahead in the script, they're going to need as much chemistry as possible to do the upcoming scenes. Their story is a tragic romance after all, with a lot of tension, eye contact, and desperate kissing.
He can't think about that now. It's not like either of them are professional actors, and that should lighten the pressure, but it doesn't, not really.
There's something about her that makes him want to be great, fantastic, so maybe she'll see him in a good light afterwards.
"Oh, duty calls," she smirks, and his heart does a little maneuver that he doesn't anticipate when she touches his arm to make him follow.
Y/n's POV:
Sunwoo is a good actor. Too good to do crap like this, you think, thoughts drifting in the parts of the table read that don't involve your character. He has this aura surrounding him that makes him so believable, even when he goes off script—or maybe especially then.
When the casting director introduced him, you thought there had been some sort of mix up, because what in the world were you doing next to someone like that. Someone who commanded the room like he did, not to mention how good-looking he was. You saw his audition, and expected him to be the lead, or at least a major role. Not doing some tiny side story with you.
Your obvious bewilderment had made him chuckle, seemingly not understanding the confusion. Just like that, something you just did for extra credit in college became the highlight of your summer.
"Y/n," the writer hums, clicking her pen. "That's your cue."
"Shit, sorry," you mumble, and you don't miss the happy little twitch on Sunwoo's lips. He's probably glad he's not the only one who's messing up.
"So," Sunwoo says, when you're done for the day, and you try not to openly look at his lips when he's talking, but it's an impossible situation. They're very nice lips. "I had an idea, and tell me if I'm out of line, but I thought maybe we should do our own read, just us. I'm just not getting this middle part to stick, and Lord knows the scenes coming up aren't going to be easier."
"No, I was thinking the same thing," You nod, chewing the back end of your pencil. "I think that's a smart move for us. Then we can show up on Monday and dazzle the hell out of everyone at the reading with our amazing acting slash memory."
You smirk and Sunwoo chuckles, looking over at you for a second. His eyes are also very nice eyes. It's almost too much for just one person.
"Okay, then," he says, raising his eyebrows. "Who lives closer? I'm about fifteen minutes from here."
"Oh, then I win, my place is ten," You grin.
"Make yourself at home," you yell, disappearing to the bathroom to tidy up, just a little bit. "I'm sorry it's not sparkling here, I'm barely home lately."
You can hear Sunwoo's quiet chuckle from the living room, toeing off his shoes before he enters.
"Don't worry, I'm blind as a bat without my glasses anyway," he assures. "Won't be seeing anything tonight."
"Good," you joke, getting the light on your way back.
You make tea for yourself and instant coffee for Sunwoo, it's all you have to offer but he doesn't seem to mind, sipping it blissfully.
"This is somehow better than the coffee at the studio," he mumbles, making you grin.
"Damn. My condolences."
He laughs, and you flip the scripts to the right pages, settling in comfortably on the sofa. Sunwoo has put on his round reading glasses, and it might be the late hour and the tiredness speaking, but he looks so unfairly beautiful. Especially when the glasses slide down on the bridge of his nose a little, and he uses the back of his hand to push them back up.
He gives you a half timid look over the glasses. "Ready?"
"Yup, I can read us in, since you start."
You clear your throat, preparing to use your best narrator voice. "June's apartment, night time. June is sat by the window, looking out at the city. Minsoo enters, cold from the blizzard."
"I got the job," Sunwoo says, in character, looking at you with what feels like genuine excitement. "I finally got it."
You smile down at the script, getting into character as well. "That's really great. Congratulations."
You go through the scene several times, giving each other pointers and trying to make it fit as well as you can.
"This, wow," Sunwoo mumbles, running a hand through his hair. "Are we nailing this? I might just be tired, but I think we are."
His smile is so infectious, your cheeks are hurting from reciprocating it all night.
"Dude, I think we are," you agree, and Sunwoo snickers. "We could move on to the next one? But I feel like we should be standing if we do."
"Yeah, you're right."
You stand up and move to approximate positions in the small living room. It's a bit ridiculous at first, but it feels more real when you actually have to look at each other over some distance, and move across the room.
"Minsoo's apartment, night time," you say.
"June..." Sunwoo says, and it's crazy how good he is at doing that, flipping the switch from Sunwoo to the character instantly. His brows furrow when he looks at you, and you can feel it, how his body language is so in tune with what he's trying to say, the longing and the pain in his voice.
"We can't," you say, as June. "You know we can't."
You're pretty good at crying on command so you think, what the hell, might as well pull out all the stops tonight, feeling tears form in your eyes as you look over at Sunwoo.
He seems surprised for a second that you're crying, and you don't know if it's acting or not. Which really says it all about his skills.
"Please don't cry," he mumbles, starting to close the distance between you, but stopping halfway, holding himself back, and letting his arm fall from the outstretched position where he was reaching after you. "Please."
You blink and let a few tears escape, and the room is so silent you can hear them hit the floor beneath you. You follow the script and get down on your knees, vision blurring from the tears.
"Let's not end like this," Sunwoo pleads, closing in with gentle steps, stopping to lower himself to your level on the floor. "June. I love you so much, I don't want to make you cry."
He takes your hands in his, squeezing them, and then lets them go in favor of wiping tears from your cheeks with such tenderness, it's hypnotizing.
"Don't leave me, Min," You say, voice quivering in the quiet room. "I don't know what I'll do, when... When..."
You trail off and Sunwoo tilts your head up to meet his eyes, sending shivers down your spine.
"Shh," he breathes, his thumb wiping the edge of your lower lip, catching a tear.
You look into each other's eyes for five long seconds, trying to really convey the inner battle going on in your characters. You know he's counting, just like you are, and then Sunwoo pulls you in for the kiss.
You knew it was coming, of course you knew, you read it about a thousand times just to make sure. But it still makes your whole body light up. Your mind goes completely blank, forgetting any and every line you just rehearsed. All you can process is the feeling of Sunwoo's soft lips on yours, the longing in it, the collapse of his restrain. Minsoo's restrain, but, you know.
Sunwoo cups your face and you stand up on your knees, closer, but not close enough. You never want it to end but have to keep reminding yourself to be professional. Not let it slip how much you're enjoying this. He's a good kisser, not too forceful, but sweet and just desperate enough for this scene. You can't help the way your hand lifts and runs through the hair at the back of his neck, making him sigh into your mouth.
When you break it off, you're both a little out of breath, and you don't want to, but remember the script.
You push him away, almost making him lose his balance.
"We can't," you repeat, whispering. "I... I can't do this."
"June," Sunwoo pleads, watching you like a kicked dog as you get up and leave him there.
"Aaand, scene," You mumble, wiping the tears with your sleeve, chuckling. Not really ready to meet his eyes.
"Holy shit," Sunwoo breathes, now on his feet in front of you. "I didn't expect you to actually cry. That was impressive."
You laugh in disbelief. "That was impressive? You could be on TV, or like. Huge stages. I'm speechless, honestly. I don't know how you do it."
"Thank you," he mumbles, his ears pink. "I hope I didn't overdo it, with the... Um. With the kiss," he says, scratching his neck, and you want to pull him in for another one then and there.
"No, uh. It was excellent. Very believable."
"Back at you," Sunwoo smiles.
There isn't enough air in the room for this.
"Actually I thought I might try something, if it's alright," Sunwoo says, as you sit down on the couch again. "Regarding the kiss."
You can tell he's trying not to make it awkward. Which is cute.
"Sure, shoot," You reply, very hard at work to not seem so affected by this.
"I'm thinking, you know. Minsoo needs to show her what she means to him, how much he wishes he could stay... So I'll try to put some more emotion behind it. Maybe we can "choreograph" some moves into it. I'll show you what I mean."
You look at him and he looks almost shy, running a hand through his hair.
"If that's okay, of course."
"More emotion," You reply, a little breathier than intended. "Alright. Show me. You want me to cry? Set the mood?"
Sunwoo laughs, airy and wonderful. "No, that's alright. I'll pretend."
You shift a little, so you're on your knees on the couch, facing him. "Okay. I'm on the floor, Minsoo approaches. Go."
"Let's not end like this," Sunwoo says, his voice soft as he looks into your eyes, pleading. He knows the lines now, the script is abandoned on the floor where he left it. "June..."
He takes your hands, and his own are warm and gentle. "I love you so much, I don't want to make you cry."
He does what he did last time, except now you aren't crying, so when he touches your face it's just that—a touch. Very careful caresses across your cheeks. You try to focus, try not to let yourself get lost in his eyes.
"Don't leave me, Min," you whisper, and somehow it feels so much more intimate now, sitting like this. "I don't know what I'll do when... When..."
You lower your gaze and Sunwoo tilts your head back up, like he's supposed to. His eyes are so emotive, it's incredibly impressive to see the nuances he's able to work into a simple look. It makes you want to do better too. Try to even it out.
"Shh," he breathes, and this time it's barely audible at all.
He looks into your eyes and you can feel the thump thump thump of your heart, like a clock running too fast. You forget to count the seconds, but maybe that's good, maybe the sharp, surprised inhale that slips past your lips will make it more believable. Sunwoo's lips move against yours with purpose, but also a tender compassion that has you melting into his touch, wanting more. He pulls at your bottom lip when he sits back, just barely moving away, speaking against your mouth.
"Maybe," he breathes, breaking character, forehead against yours. "Maybe I could do something like this."
He wipes slowly at the imaginary tears, then presses a careful kiss under your left eye, then the right, before he captures your lips and takes your breath away once more.
"Or, maybe," he continues, still against your lips, voice so delightfully hushed and low, "I can move my hands?"
His left hand brushes through your hair at the side of your head, before coming to rest and holding you in place. The right hand slides over your shoulder and stops at the collarbone, thumb dipping into the groove there, and you can't help the slight sound that escapes you.
Sunwoo quickly looks at you to see if he's done something wrong, but you just blink quickly and nod.
"Yes, um. That's. Very good."
"Good," he breathes, smiling, and, fuck. Fuck. Jesus.
"I'm a worse actor than I thought," You confess, biting your lip in a smile.
"No, but, isn't it good if you actually... like it?" Sunwoo smiles, tentatively, still holding you. "Then you won't have to pretend as much?"
You can't argue with that logic.
When you kiss again, for the third-ish time that night, you know it's coming. But it doesn't help, it doesn't stop being mind-blowing for that reason. Sunwoo tries a few different spots to touch you, all very PG but still a lot. At one point, you decide to do that as well—why not—work in your character's desperateness a bit more acutely.
You touch his neck and put a hand on his chest, pulling his shirt a little, and he gasps, making you pull back in worry.
"No, no, do it again," he mumbles, looking flushed.
It's good to know he's also a little flustered. That boosts your confidence enough to pull him a little closer when you continue where you left off, change the angle a little, move a little over to offense rather than the defensive, slightly passive, and timid stance you've taken thus far.
He doesn't seem like he expected that, inhaling through his nose when your tongue experimentally touches his lower lip and your hand slides over the side of his neck again. You can feel his pulse knocking hard and steady under your fingertips, and it's difficult to say if it's the same tempo as your own. They sort of melt together into one, erratic beat.
"God," Sunwoo mumbles, and he smiles against your lips, making you break into a smile as well.
"Maybe that was a little too... Forward," you grin.
Sunwoo laughs again, and it's such a lovely sound.
"I don't know, I liked it," he says, looking bashful once more, sitting back on the couch.
You know that you'll get plenty of takes for this, and probably a lot of directions. These aren't decisions that are entirely up to you two, there's no real need to practice this much.
But you won't say that out loud. you know he must be aware of it too, he's more experienced, he knows how it works. Why would you bring this to an end, if he doesn't?
"You're a good kisser," you comment, unusually bold, looking at the table. Shooting him a quick grin.
"So are you," Sunwoo smiles, fiddling with your copy of the script that was on the couch.
"They won't see this coming."
"No, they won't," you laugh.
You nudge his leg, and you don't want the night to end yet, but you can barely keep your eyes open.
"The couch is yours for the night, if you want it. I think I have to go to bed now."
"Thanks," he smiles, nudging you back. "I was hoping you would suggest that. Was really dreading the walk home."
"Of course, silly," you mumble. Still smiling stupidly.
You take turns brushing your teeth (you actually had a spare toothbrush, pretty incredible), and when it's all done, you come out to say goodnight. Sunwoo sits on the couch, stifling a yawn, and you walk over to give him a pillow.
"You know," you start, voice raspy and tired. You sit down on the opposite end. "I had a friend, an actor friend, who told me that after doing pretend-kisses for jobs, regular kissing never held up anymore. That it changed, somehow, and real kissing didn't have the same spark."
Sunwoo looks at you in the low light, brows furrowed.
"I guess I could understand that. Since there's a lot of suspense and build up that maybe there isn't in real life, a lot of the time."
"Yeah," You breathe. His eyes are so warm.
"But at the same time... Nothing beats the real thing, in my opinion. It's not the same when it's planned out."
He cocks his head to the side a little. "Are you worried?"
"I wasn't when she said that, way back," you admit, hands twisting. "But... I don't know. That was pretty amazing, back there."
Sunwoo blinks, feigning innocence. "Our kiss?"
"Yeah," you mumble, blushing. "So now, I. Well. I don't know. Maybe she was on to something."
"No way," Sunwoo says, grinning, scooting a little closer. "There's nothing like that rush of uncertainty and just pure... realness that comes from a true kiss. You'll see, next time you do it. I'm sure of it. Don't worry."
You smile, and give a little shrug. "Okay. If you say so."
"And if not, well, I can't help it if I'm such a good kisser that no one else will compare."
Sunwoo giggles when you swing the pillow at him, eliciting a yelp.
"Should've known that would boost your ego too much."
"It's an excellent pickup line, though," he grins, hugging the pillow so you can't assault him with it. "Like, after kissing you, I'm not sure real kisses will do it for me... You should save that for future co-stars that you want to woo."
"I'm not trying to pick up or woo anyone, I was honestly worried!" You protest, glad that the lighting is low so he can't see your blushing cheeks as you get up.
"No, I know," he says quickly, "I'm not making fun, it was just... cute."
"Cheeky," You grin. "Goodnight, Sunwoo. Don't let the monsters and evil spirits drawn to big egos get ya."
Sunwoo chuckles. "I won't. I'm monster repelling. Goodnight, Y/n."
"Cut!" The director yells, and you turn your head, looking back and Sunwoo with a grin. He's already smiling at you, and it widens when your eyes meet.
You'd been right, the practice session did blow everyone away at the reading, and it helped even more now when they're actually filming.
"Love the energy," the director comments, flipping through the script. "But I'm thinking, maybe we could get even more passion in here? Heat it up a little?"
The writer scribbles notes and Sunwoo nods quickly, getting back to the starting position. You swallow thickly. More heat, eh? Great idea.
"Sunwoo if you can grab her more, like, intensely, that'd be great. And Y/n, really lean into it, like the character is giving in a little more. Show how much they want each other."
Splendid.
"Action!"
You do the scene as usual up until the kiss, and Sunwoo does like he's told, he ups the ante. Grabs you by the small of your back and molds you together until you don't know where you end and he starts. He bites your lip and you gasp, trace his jaw, his neck, and feel your pulse beating in wild protest. This is not good for your heart at all.
Pro actors are probably able to separate realities and not become so affected. But, like Sunwoo said, isn't it better if you like it and won't have to act so much?
"Cut! Wonderful, guys—let's do one more where we barely keep within the rating. Just to see."
Sunwoo eyes you, almost a little concerned, drinking his water.
"I just need a drink, I'll be quick," you yell, jogging to the water cooler.
Sunwoo's there when you turn around, looking that way again, like he's almost shy.
"Is there anything that's... off limits?" he asks, timidly fiddling with his cup. "I really don't want to overstep, but since we're going off script, I just. Yeah. Tell me and I won't do it."
You smile, swirling the leftover water in the cup. It's very attractive that he asks.
"I mean, no, I don't think there is... I don't know what you could do that would be crossing the line, really? Obviously, I'm not going to undress or anything. But other than that... I think... touching is okay."
Sunwoo guffaws and you laugh a little, obvious tension in the air.
"Okay, uh. Good," Sunwoo breathes. "Then. Let's go, I guess."
You get back into your positions, and you shoot him a thumbs up before it starts. Even though this—this is dangerous for sure.
"Aaand, action!"
This kiss feels different, maybe because this is something you haven't rehearsed for, in the same sense. You're both unprepared. You're not sure what Sunwoo has acted in before, but you can't imagine it's been quite this heated.
Sunwoo kisses you like it's his last hour or something, and you try to keep up, let yourself be swept away. Normally, you're very aware of your surroundings and the numerous people filming, watching and moving around in the room. Now, strangely, your mind blanks. It's a power Sunwoo has that scares you a little bit, making you forget everything.
The two of you push it. Sunwoo bites your lip again and makes you blush, pulling your hair a little. You let your hands roam properly, feeling his chest rise and fall and tracing the lean muscles on his abdomen. When you rest your hands on his hips, you boldly push one of them under the hem of his t-shirt, making contact with warm and soft skin, and Sunwoo full on moans into your mouth.
To say that it's affecting you would be an understatement.
Sunwoo traces the outline of your bra over the shirt you're wearing until he's fully cupping your breast, and wow. Wow.
It isn't until you find yourself wanting to undo his pants, that the acute realization of the setting and people surrounding you dawns on you once more.
"Cut!"
There's scattered applause in the room, and you fall away from Sunwoo, panting, blushing, and sort of embarrassed that you let it go that far. But it was what you were supposed to do, so after a few seconds of catching your breath you get up, brush dust off your knees again, and look into Sunwoo's eyes almost defiantly, as if to prove to everyone that you're no wuss. This was nothing, you're no worse than a real actor.
And Sunwoo looks back up at you like a deer in the headlights, shuffling awkwardly on the floor while he waves off your outstretched hand.
"Um. Just. Give me a minute," he breathes, grinning sheepishly at the ground, face pink, and you could die when you realize why he can't get up yet.
"Oh, oh. Sorry—" you blurt, apologizing for some reason, and Sunwoo bites his lip, still grinning, his hand balled in a helpless fist next to him.
When you meet again, it's sundown, and you stand outside next to the food truck, watching beads of condensation roll leisurely down the closed hatch. Sunwoo stops next to you, hair wet from the shower, and leans on the truck, not realizing it's all slippery from the humidity.
He slips a little and bites his lip again like he wants to laugh, but thinks better of it. You watch him amused, eyebrow raised.
"Hey, uh," he starts, scratching his neck. "I just wanted to check that we're good, or that—well. Check if I need to apologize for... Before. Because I will, if you were... Um. If I made you uncomfortable. That was not my intent."
He meets your eyes, blush rising stubbornly on his face, and you aren't the slightest bit surprised by the urge to kiss him now. You can feel it in your fingers how they long to pull him in by the collar of his shirt and kiss away any awkwardness between you.
"Don't worry," you smile, and watch his shoulders relax a little more. "In my book, that was just superb acting."
Sunwoo finally lets out a breathy laugh that trills through the air as if it's been caged in. As if he was genuinely nervous that you were cross with him, which is ridiculous but endearing.
"Good," he mumbles, and you notice the tips of his ears are red now as well. "Good, um. Yeah. Final day of filming tomorrow, huh?"
You grin at the subject change and put your hands in your pockets, following Sunwoo on reflex as he turns slow, and starts walking to where his car is parked.
"Time flies," you agree, a twinge of something sad in your stomach. "It felt like it would last longer."
"Yeah," Sunwoo mumbles, stopping, clicking his keys. "It did."
You watch the car unlock and Sunwoo makes no move to get in, just stands there, looking at his keys jingling in his hand.
"Hey, you need a ride?" he says then, and you don't know if it's wishful thinking, or if he actually sounds hopeful. If he wants to drag this out for as long as possible, like you do.
"Yeah!" you say, a little too enthusiastically, even though you don't need a ride and you both know it.
in where, throughout your whole life, you try your best to not trouble anyone, but eric shows you it’s okay to do otherwise.
genre: angst, 1.3k words
note: reader is implied of having mental health issues, anxious attachment style and hyper-independency @deoboyznet
“i want to be troubled by you.”
the sky was pouring.
you sat under the bus stop, the shade above you doing little to stop the pelting rain. you wrapped your arms around yourself tightly, trying your best to keep yourself warm as the rain seeped through your clothes to no avail. you had no umbrella as you ran from your office building to the bus stop, the jacket that was supposed to keep you warm now becoming a liability.
it was late.
you had stayed back to finish up the preparation for tomorrow’s presentation, and you had urged your teammates to leave for home first. “i’ll take care of it,” you had said, when you assured them that it was okay for them to go home.
“don’t worry about me,” you had texted eric this evening when you told him that you were going to stay back for awhile to finish up.
but now, when you sat under the bus stop and the only noise was from the pouring rain and the constant vibrations from your phone from the fifth missed call tonight, you felt so guilty. but you couldn’t bear to pick it up.
you couldn’t bear to hear the worry in his voice.
because then he would ask you why you never picked up his calls, and you wouldn’t know how to answer. because is “i didn’t want to trouble you” a good enough answer?
after all, what’s wrong with taking the bus in the rain? what’s wrong with getting drenched if you didn’t need to ask for help?
in the end, you could do it yourself. like always. just a little hardship. just suffer a little. at least it was you.
or maybe, you didn’t want him to see you like this. weak. when your emotions got the better of you. when you are not thinking logically like you always do. when you feel broken. when you don’t feel ’fine’ anymore. like you always was. like you always is. because then you would be a liability. a burden.
and he had already a lot on his plate.
you sighed, pressing the silent button on your phone again as you checked the time.
what’s thirty more minutes out here in the cold anyways?
you cling to yourself even tighter, rubbing your arms as a futile attempt for warmth. your soaked jacket stuck even closer to you, as if it resented you for not going home. the rain didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon, and you tried your best to convince yourself that the chill was bearable.
you’ve had worse.
that was what you always told yourself.
you clenched your teeth as another shiver rattled through you.
your phone vibrated again.
eight missed calls.
you bit the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to not press the green button on your screen, to stop the tears from forming.
not now. not when you chose this.
you blinked when you saw a pair of headlights coming towards you but you told yourself that it was just a coincidence. that the driver wouldn’t stop.
but it did.
the car screeched to a halt right in front of the bus stop and the driver’s door flew open as he ran towards you. through the storm. as if he was rushing to find you.
you stared, wide-eyed, as eric came into view. his hair was drenched, his now soaked hoodie clinging to his frame and his breathing was ragged, as if he had been running instead of driving. his eyes locked onto yours, as if only you existed in his world.
“y/n,” he called out, his voice raw, frantic even. “what are you doing?”
you opened your mouth but closed it again, as every answer you thought of was too small, too selfish.
he kneeled in front of you, his warm hands cupping your cheeks. relief flooded his face as the initial adrenaline of finding you slowly wore off.
“you weren’t answering,” his voice cracked, and he closed his eyes for a second like it physically hurt him to say it. “i thought something happened. i was going insane.”
you found your voice again. “i’m sorry.” you whispered.
he shook his head. “no. don’t say that. just, why weren’t you picking up your phone?”
you hesitated. then quietly, honestly, you answered. “i didn’t want to trouble you.”
eric stared at you as if the words had physically punched him in the gut. his jaw clenched, a flash of anger, sadness and helplessness all at once.
“y/n,” he breathed. “you could be freezing out here. and you still think that calling me is a burden?”
you looked away, ashamed. “you’ve already so much going on and i thought… it’s just a little rain and i could get home okay.”
“you always think that.” he said bitterly, running a hand through his damp hair. “you always think that you have to go through it alone. handle it alone.”
you didn’t answer. didn’t refute. because you knew he was right.
“i’m not just here for the good days.” he said, gentler, softer now. “i’m here for all of it. even on the days you don’t feel like yourself. or the nights where you’re soaked to the bone and too scared to ask for help. i will be always here for you.”
he cupped your face again, gently tilting your chin up to look at him. “i want to be troubled by you. whether it’s 3a.m. in the morning, or by you. whether it’s 3 a.m. in the morning, or when you’ve had a long day and just need someone to sit beside you in silence.”
“i didn’t want you to see me like this.” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
his thumbs lightly brushed over your cheeks, catching the rain, or maybe your tears. you couldn’t tell anymore.
“i would rather see you a thousand times like this than to never see you at all.”
you looked at him this time. really looked at him.
“i want to be the one you call when things feel too heavy.” he continued. “i want to be the one who shows up. not because i have to, but because i want to. and because i love you.”
your breath hitched. this boy, who always smiled too easily, who always wore his heart on his sleeve, who never made you feel like you were too much. and he still loved you. even after everything.
even after all the calls and texts left unanswered. even after all the times you pulled away. even after all the half-truths you told to protect him from your sadness, from the parts of you you couldn’t even bear to face yourself. even after the nights he waited up for a call that never came, or when you told him, “i’m just tired,” when really, actually, you were unraveling inside.
he still loved you.
he was here. rain-soaked. breathless. staring at you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world. his world.
he pulled you into his arms, his warm body a stark contrast to yours. “i want everything that comes with loving you. the good days, the bad days, the quiet parts, the stormy nights, the messy, tired pieces you try to hide. all of it.”
and at the bottom of it all, there was no doubt in his voice. no hesitation. no pause.
you nodded, burying your face into his chest and inhaling his scent. warm, comfortable, safe.
“let’s go home before you catch a cold, okay?” he asked softly, gently guiding you towards his car.
the rain hadn’t stopped, but somehow it felt warmer now.
and maybe, that’s when it hit you. that love didn’t come in grand gestures. didn’t need to. sometimes it came packed with being soaking wet at a bus stop at the end of a long day and someone who refused to let you suffer alone in silence.
in where, you reunite after a long time of being in a long distance relationship with eric.
“just tell me you love me.”
a/n: i have no idea why it became a full blown angst. yes, this is inspired by voyaze. for @cuppasunu. eric is such a green flag. #may this kind of love find me. (i'm still stuck on soft spot). anybody wants a part two? feel free to send an ask! (suggestions are open too, if anyone has ideas) @deoboyznet 1.8k words
you hadn’t seen eric in months. not properly, at least. late night calls at ungodly hours of the day (him and you both due to the terrific time difference), text messages, or just voice messages (when both your schedules were full), but none of them compared to this. to being here. with him.
he reached for your hand in the passenger seat, intertwining his hand with yours as he drove down the quiet roads of incheon to seoul. the windows were down, the cool autumn breeze blowing gently as you looked at the night scenery of seoul.
soft spot played softly in the background.
one of your favourite songs.
“even in your car you play my favourite songs.” you murmured, your eyes drifting back to him.
eric glanced at you. “it’s what reminds me of you.”
it was rare that your break and his break from his schedules managed to line up. so as soon as he heard the news, he confirmed the dates with you and immediately booked you a flight to korea (though you did fight him to give you the bill, in which he didn’t.)
“i’ll make sure to drive you around when you visit.” you teased. “though i would say that my driving skills are a little… rusty. it’s been some time since i drove.”
eric laughed under his breath. “i would really like that. plus, i can always take over the wheel if you’re not feeling up to it.”
“even though we are right-hand driven?”
“even that.” he smiled. “i’ll just have to get used to it.”
anything for you.
he noticed the way you looked out the window, the way you smiled, though it almost didn’t reach your eyes. the way you looked at the unfamiliar streets with longing.
“you miss home.”
“i do.” you admitted softly.
it had been a year since you last went back to your home country, as you told yourself you had one year left before you would have finished your studies. you just had to pull through.
your fingers gently ran over his knuckles, slow and light, tracing each of its ridges. “i missed you too.”
the last time you had met, it was when he had a concert in the country you were temporarily residing in. he only had a few days off, and even then, it was mostly stolen hours and airport goodbyes.
but this time, you were here with him. even so, you were only staying for two weeks.
“i think i missed you more.” he grins, lightening the mood.
you gasped, narrowing your eyes at him. “debatable.”
he pulled the car into an empty parking lot, one that you remembered being hangang park’s. he opened your door, pulling you into his arms before your feet even touched the ground.
in the quiet of the night, it was peaceful.
deep down, you did wish that you could be with him more freely, without having to fear the cameras or paparazzi. living without the fear of getting caught.
he did bring it up. he was willing to risk it all. for you.
but you knew what was on the line. you couldn’t.
he tightened his arms around you, afraid that you would disappear if he let go. afraid that it was all just a dream. “i missed you so much, y/n. you can’t even imagine.” he mumbled into your hair.
you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist. “i can imagine.” you whispered softly, pressing your cheek against his chest. “because i feel the same.”
the cool air nipped at your cheeks, but it felt like home. he felt like home.
he pulled back slightly, his thumb lightly brushing under your eye. “you have been crying lately, haven’t you?”
you looked away. “i thought i had gotten better at hiding it.”
eric cupped your face, gently tilting it to face him. “don’t.” he whispered. “don’t hide it when you’re with me.”
your eyes met his, filled with longing, sincerity. “y/n,” he said, barely audible. “please just tell me you love me.”
your breath hitched. sure, you’ve said it thousands of times before. through calls, and text messages. but being here physically with him, being able to touch and feel him, felt different. felt real.
you know he needed to hear it. to really hear it.
“i love you, eric.”
he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment.
“i promise i’ll take care of you.” he whispered. “i’ll wait for you until you’re ready. just say the word and i’ll be there. whether it’s in your country or mine, or anywhere in the world. as long as i’m with you.”
you knew he’d take care of you. even his members knew. he always did.
juyeon had teased him this morning. “you don’t even want to pick me up from the airport at 2p.m.”
and yet, eric had been there for you at 1a.m. in the morning, dressed in his hoodie and sweats (with a cap on), waiting for you at the arrival gate. his eyes were barely open (he told you it was the last day of his schedule), an iced peach tea in his hand (no, he still doesn’t like and doesn’t drink coffee), and a smile too wide for someone who was barely running on any sleep.
that was how eric loved you. not loud. not reckless.
but steady. constant.
he would always make sure that he stacked up all of your favourite korean snacks when you visited. (or, he would stuff them in his suitcase whenever he had the chance to visit you). he would always try to call you when it was daylight in your time zone (or, when you were still awake), because he said he didn’t want to interrupt your sleep. (because he said sleep is important, but it sometimes included ungodly hours on his side, setting alarms, and ducking out of rehearsals for a short period of time, just to call you).
even on the busiest of days when calling wasn’t an option, he would leave voice messages, a glimpse into his life.
“it’s getting cold in seoul now, i bet it’s even colder at your place. remember to dress warmly and don’t catch a cold.”
that was eric.
that was love.
you smiled quietly at the thought. “you do take care of me, eric. you remember all the little things, even when we’re thousands of miles apart.”
“because you’re important to me.” he said softly, his eyes filled with quiet adoration, looking at you as if you were the only person in the world. his world. “those little things are never little when it comes to you.”
he reached up to tuck your hair gently behind your ear. “let’s make the most of these two weeks.” he murmured.
you nodded. “i want to see all your favourite places.”
he grinned boyishly. “you can count on me. i have a whole list of places to go. you’re getting the full seoul experience by an idol.”
you laughed. “you have to take me to that place where you swore by their kimbap.”
“that was a hidden gem, really.”
“of course it is.” you teased.
“i know it’s not much time,” he said. “but i want it to be as memorable as possible. every little thing.”
you leaned into him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “if it’s with you, i’ll remember.”
“are you hungry?” he asked. “we can start off the tour with a midnight convenience store run.”
“let’s go.”
even if it was just two weeks.
even if your heart aches knowing that you had to say goodbye again.
summary: because nothing can truly stop you from meeting a cutie, not even your allergies!
genre: college au | cat cafe employee!changmin, strangers to lovers, fluff, (secret) mutual pining :D
warnings: none
wc: 1.8k words
an: when maki sent that detailed request, i could easily picture out the scene, it was amazing... it's so easy to write for a fluffy changmin, my goodness i love him i love him 😟🫶🏼 thank you maki for sending this sweet sweet req <3
you were leaning your head on the pole before lifting it off it to look down at your feet. something brushed your legs before you had the chance to hear it coming. after taking off one side of your headphones, you were able to hear it again.
pit-pat-pit-pat…
footsteps. a lost kitten.
“oh, kitty,” you immediately reached down to pet the cat, but froze mid-way before frantically opening your backpack.
you rummaged through your bag for your astelin, even though you knew it was useless to keep searching. having it on hand would have been for nothing anyway since you would need half an hour for the medication to work or else you start-
“ahh-achoo!” you sneezed, realizing you had been crouching down all this time after setting your bag down on the ground.
the kitten’s cute little face was less than 2 feet away from yours.
waking up 20 minutes later bought you more time to sleep after studying late last night, but remembering to take your allergy meds also happened to be at the bottom of your priorities.
“i should have known i forgot something- aah- ah-choo -important today…” you sighed, “i changed my bag because of finals.”
still, you couldn’t resist petting the cat. its collar caught your eye, the pendant in front was dangling along as the kitten walked around. chewy, as engraved, seems to be its name.
“chewy? are you lost? sweetie, how can i help bring you home?” you flipped the pendant revealing a phone number and a name.
ji changmin.
“just wait for a little bit, chewy, okay? we’ll get you back home in no time!” you smiled at the kitten, holding back another sneeze unsuccessfully.
“ready, set, kyu! thank you for calling kitty kyu, how may i help you?” a bright, chirpy voice greets you over the phone. you instantly recognized where chewy may have come from.
“is this ji changmin?”
“yes, that’s me.”
“hello, my name is y/n. are you guys missing a kitten?
“-ah! we’re currently looking for one!” he sounded surprised and relieved at the same time.
“actually i’m nearby- i’m currently at the bus stop at the corner of venice and georgia with chewy- aaah-achoo!” you sneezed on the phone, feeling your eyes water even more now that you’ve picked up the cat in your arms, “i know your cafe, i’ll start walking there.”
“yes, we’re two blocks away from venice street. thank you so much!” he says, making his way to the front of the building to start walking in your direction as well.
the entrance bells rang as he walked out to look out the street, waiting to see you turn the corner. while staying on the call, changmin can hear your sniffles.
“you’re allergic,” he muttered on the phone.
when you reached the cafe’s block, changmin saw you had taken your phone out of your ear, holding chewy on your right and covering your mouth with your left elbow after sneezing for the tenth time.
changmin doesn’t waste any time before running towards you to take the kitten off your hands.
“you really didn’t have to rush and take him all the way here- look you’re having a reaction!”
as a cat lover, you were cursed by the worst allergy possible.
nothing excited you more about your daily commute than passing by to see this cat cafe when you first moved to town for college. you thought about holding one of your study sessions in the cafe with it being so close to your usual bus stop. but, relieving your stress surrounded by the cutest friends would just be replaced by a whole other problem entirely.
so, you’re a regular at kitty kyu—not the kind who comes in, knows all the cats, knows all the staff—but the one who only looks over from a distance.
your hands briefly brushed at the exchange when you looked up to meet changmin.
it’s him.
the cute guy who works at the cat cafe.
you never went in the cafe nor looked long enough to recognize any of the staff, but you did recognize changmin.
you only started noticing him at the start of the school year, walking past the cafe every saturday heading to and back home from campus.
changmin’s cute dimple smile greeted your early days since fall. he opens the cafe in the morning, just before your bus comes, and cleans up to close while you’re on your way home. sometimes you can see him greet all the fur parents who left their cats in the cafe and came back to fetch them at the end of the day.
your favorite part of the cafe was the viewing ledge by the corner of the front window. despite the staff’s best efforts, they can’t stop some of the naughtiest cats from jumping off the highest tower towards the door. that cute guy with the dimples always caught the cats on time—he was strict with them like a doting parent but still treated them with the best care.
it wasn’t long until walking past the cafe to see your crush became part of your weekly routine. to see changmin, who was always somehow around and near the front of the cafe on saturdays.
but now, what better timing is it to meet the stranger you’ve been crushing on for a long time than when you’re uncontrollably sneezing, your nose is itching, and your eyes are watering.
“i-it’s really not a big deal, i wanted to help-” you sniffled, trying to crack a smile in the midst of a fit, “-and i wasn’t too far. chewy was so small and shy, he must have been afraid.”
changmin’s concern remained on his face, towards you or chewy, it wasn’t clear. he held the cat close to his face, petting him affectionately. chewy now looks relieved and comfortable with someone who seemed more familiar.
you looked at both of them so sweetly, trying not to think about who you actually found more adorable.
“you bad boy- running away while we were all busy and now, you’ve made poor y/n all sniffly instead!” he playfully scolded the kitten.
“i’m sorry- all the sneezing might have bothered him,” you pouted, feeling sorry for forgetting your allergy meds again.
“wait- y/n, let me just bring chewy back in. just wait here because i’ll be back, okay?”
changmin waved chewy’s arm goodbye to you before disappearing inside the cafe. you were confused but chose to listen to him and stayed anyway.
after a couple minutes, changmin comes out of the cafe. this time, he’s alone. using a lint roller to get rid of the fur on his clothes, he walks towards you.
“i know getting rid of the fur now doesn’t automatically take care of your allergies, but i shouldn’t make it worse,” he looked apologetic, signaling you to come follow him, “come here- i’ve got something to help you with all that sneezing.”
you asked where you’re heading when he points up. there was a sign for a clinic just above the cafe. you’ve passed by this cafe countless times but never realized there was a vet clinic upstairs.
“they’re closed this afternoon, but don’t worry- i basically own the place,” he winked after successfully putting the door pin to open the entrance of the clinic.
ugh, you’re much cuter up close than through the windows, you thought to yourself.
your blank stare, which was to you an obvious display of your admiration, only alarmed changmin. panicking, he immediately follows-up to explain that his family both owns the clinic and the cat cafe.
“don’t worry, you don’t strike me as the breaking and entering type-”
“oh? what do i seem like to you?”
it took you an embarrassingly amount of time to figure out changmin was teasing you.
after entering the clinic, you stayed in the lobby while changmin headed directly to the office.
“not allergic to anything?” he asked from the other room, searching through a cabinet, “i mean- besides cats.”
“nope,” you laughed.
“if your reaction is this severe and fast, i’m guessing you do take something for your allergies, yeah?”
“astelin or any over-the-counter antihistamine- i just forgot my spray today,” you say as he comes back with a squeeze bottle on hand.
“the bathroom is on your right. this should help at least for a quick remedy.”
“thank you so much!”
changmin waited until you were finished flushing out your congestion with saline solution. your eyes look better than before and you can breathe freely without sneezing every few seconds.
unfortunately, your makeup is definitely ruined.
silently cursing yourself in the bathroom, you collected yourself after cleaning up. after all, not everyone can check off completing a nasal irrigation upon meeting a boy for the first time on their bingo cards.
“all good?” he asked.
“mhm- so much better,” you smiled, “thank you again.”
“no- thank you!”
you looked at each other before laughing at this silly encounter, sensing you would probably end up thanking each other a couple more times before stopping. changmin makes sure to lock the clinic before he follows you out to send you off.
“bye, changmin. it was nice meeting you and chewy-”
“wait- y/n,” he taps you on the shoulder after you turned around, “chewy could have genuinely gotten lost without your help. i- uhh, i would like to do something- give you something in return?”
“hmm?” you asked, “you helped me with my allergies, trust me, you’ve helped plenty!”
“give us a visit- your drink’s on me!” he blurted out.
you were quiet for a moment.
changmin, who was oblivious to you freaking out inside, regretted what he said right away. he saw how his offer could be seen as insensitive, inviting you over to a cat cafe when you were obviously, severely allergic to cats.
“oh shit- nevermind. that wouldn’t work-”
“-i’ll come!” you immediately said, stopping him from taking back his offer.
changmin waits to hear the rest of your reply, feeling better when he saw you weren’t offended at his thoughtless comment.
he finally figured out where he has seen you before, realizing you’re the one who always walks by and stops to look at the cats every saturday. changmin wondered why you never went in the the cafe, especially if you seemed to love hanging out with the cats.
now, it’s clear why.
“i mean- i would love to visit… of course, once i take my meds, i can manage. enough to hang out by the cafe area at least,” you rambled on, making sure he knows that you were as excited at the thought of coming back.
“great!” he grinned, pulling out his phone, “oh- i was going to give you my number but i guess you have it now.”
you know your cheeks were red from the irritation but you swore they grew even redder because of what he said.
“don’t worry, i’ll have it saved.”
“i’ll see you.”
looking down at your phone, you couldn’t hide your smile. while walking back to the other direction, you felt your phone buzz.
one notification followed after another and another.
tldr:: Hyunjae and y/n have a super intense and passionate hookup.
content:: Lots of explicit sex, deep penetration, fingering, grinding, messy sweat, heavy breathing, biting, and a whole lot of desperate, heated intimacy. Basically porn without plot.
The room is filled with it.
The sound of him—the low, guttural grunts vibrating in his throat. The sound of her—whiny, breathless moans spilling past parted lips. The sound of skin against skin, rhythmic, relentless, an echo bouncing off the high walls of the dimly lit room.
Hyunjae has her on her back, stretched out beneath him, her body pliant, open, taking everything he gives her. One hand grips her left thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin, keeping it hooked high above his hip as he rocks into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. The heat between them is unbearable, thick with sweat and something heavier—something neither of them have quite put words to yet.
He exhales sharply, forehead pressing against hers, breath mixing, warmth upon warmth. Between thrusts, he steals kisses—soft, fleeting pecks, barely there but devastating all the same. His lips brush the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her cheek, like he can’t stop, like he needs to feel every inch of her, even in the smallest ways.
A bead of sweat drips from his temple, trailing down the curve of her cheek, mixing with the warmth already pooling at her skin. Y/N barely registers it, too lost in the way his body moves over hers, the way he breathes her in like he’s starving, the way he holds her like he might never get enough.
She knows he’s close.
It’s in the way his pace stutters, the way his hips lose their steady rhythm, every thrust now driven by pure need rather than control. He’s not being careful anymore—not about the way their foreheads knock together with every desperate snap of his hips, not about the way his grip on her thigh tightens like he’s holding on for dear life.
Y/N feels it unraveling inside him, the same way it always does when he’s right there—when the need outweighs everything else, when he stops thinking entirely.
So she whispers his name.
It’s barely a sound, breathy and wrecked, but he hears it. Of course he does. They’ve done this enough times for him to know exactly what she needs, exactly what she’s asking for without saying it outright.
His free hand slips between them, his fingers finding her clit with practiced ease, rubbing slow, teasing circles at first before pressing harder, faster, working in tandem with his thrusts. The sensation sends a sharp jolt through her, her nails digging into his back as she arches into him, into his touch, into him.
Hyunjae groans—low, deep, ruined. The sound vibrates against her lips, and before she can even catch her breath, his mouth is on hers, desperate, consuming. He takes her lips like he owns them, biting down on her lower lip just as he pulls away, savoring the way she gasps at the sting, at the way he leaves her wanting even as he gives her everything.
Hyunjae always lets her come first.
It’s not even something they discuss—it just is. A silent rule written in the way he moves, in the way he learns her body better with each time, in the way he never lets himself go before she does.
And right now, she’s close. So close.
His fingers don’t falter, circling her clit with perfect pressure, perfect pace—matched only by the way his hips roll into her, deep and relentless. It’s overwhelming, the way he pushes her right to the edge, how he makes it impossible to do anything but feel him, take him.
“Jae—”
It’s a broken gasp, a plea, and it shatters what little composure he has left. His grip on her thigh tightens almost painfully, his jaw clenching, sweat dripping from his temple onto her collarbone. He watches her unravel beneath him, watches the way her body seizes, the way her walls clamp down around him as the orgasm takes her completely.
And fuck, she’s beautiful like this.
The way her lips part, the way her body shudders, the way his name falls from her lips like it’s the only word she knows—it’s enough to ruin him.
He keeps moving, fucking her through it, dragging out every last aftershock, letting her ride the high until she’s trembling beneath him.
And then—he lets go.
His thrusts turn erratic, rough, his breathing breaking into ragged, uneven gasps. His body tenses, muscles straining as the pleasure overtakes him, as he finally, finally lets himself reach his own peak.
With a sharp groan, he buries himself to the hilt, spilling into the condom, his fingers still gripping at her skin like he needs to ground himself, like he needs her even now.
And when it’s over, when the waves of pleasure finally begin to subside, he doesn’t move.
Doesn’t pull away, doesn’t let go.
Just stays there—forehead pressed against hers, breaths mingling, hands still wrapped around her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear.
