ㅡ martin x fem!reader (smau) part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5
songs that remind me of you <3 playlist
ㅡ a/n: thank u to everyone who has read this far, i really appreciate it! uve reached the end! i had a lot of fun with this and hope u did too. this part is mostly a "martin as your boyfriend" type of thing🫶
ㅡ martin x fem!reader (smau)
ㅡ summary: your producer friend rents his recording studio out part time. martin is just another renter like you, who sometimes leaves the studio a mess - until you've had enough.
ㅡ genre: strangers to lovers, attempts at humor, fluff, non idol au
ㅡ warnings: none? maybe language?
ㅡ a/n: i got distracted. getting this out of my system and then back to regular posting...
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6
songs that remind me of you <3 playlist
don't flirt 〰️ chapter 5: is that not a pic of him
ㅡ a/n: tiny written combo :) ur about to unlock some lore... and a potential suitor?
It's ridiculous, the things Woonhak puts himself through, just because he happens to have a huge crush on a certain roommate.
First there's the less-than-subtle teasing from his hyungs at the pregame, which he unfortunately has a lot of training in enduring. The 'oh you dressed nice tonight, who are you trying to impress?' comments get old really fast. Especially since Taesan is right there. It feels weird liking his oldest friend, since they haven't addressed it seriously.
He tries not to think about the picture you sent, both because it honestly makes him want to cry a little, and also because he will never, ever live it down if he gets a boner in public (again). Don't ask.
When they finally get to the club, after what feels like a fucking eternity, he doesn't know how to act. It's packed, so he tries to be as nonchalant as his jittery body will allow, and follows the others to the bar while trying to scan around for you.
He actually manages to finish two beers before he even spots you, beyond tipsy at this point, trying to keep up with Riwoo in a conversation his heart isn't in. You're by the edge of the dance floor, and even though he had a warning as to what you would look like tonight, it's somehow a million times worse in person. You look incredible. And of course, Kim Ryul is right by your side, leaning close for conversation.
He can't really control the way he tenses, clutching his beer like it's his only lifeline.
You smile at Ryul in a way that makes Woonhak's intestines feel like they are turning inside out. God that guy is good looking, holding your drink as you fish a lip gloss out of your purse.
Woonhak wants that - wants to be the one you smile at and the one to hold your drink. He's wearing the bracelet you made for him, that night the three of you did crafts, like a secret just for himself to know. He wants to be yours, so much he can barely stand it, and it torments him to such an extent that he doesn't immediately notice Riwoo sighing and going off in another direction.
He doesn't know what to do, so he just stands there like a complete loser, not knowing if he's hoping you eventually notice him or not. Several other people come up to talk to you, mostly guys, of course, and Woonhak starts wondering if this isn't happening at all but a familiar nightmare he's having.
His beer is empty, and all of a sudden he finds himself marching across the floor, with no plan whatsoever.
"Oh hey, Woonhak, long time no see-" Ryul starts, but Woonhak has no time for that.
"Wanna dance?" he blurts, catching you by surprise, beautiful and wide-eyed.
If he had the capacity to notice, he would see the way Ryul covers his laugh with a polite cough, before taking a step back. But he doesn't see that, because you're looking into his eyes, smiling in that way you do, intrigued, like he's a puzzle.
"Yeah, okay," you say, voice soft, before nodding goodbye at Ryul and whoever is also standing around. Woonhak doesn't know. His heart is hammering in his chest, cursing himself for being so incredibly fucking obvious and clumsy.
ㅡ a/n: another mostly written chapter! ryul has done nothing wrong, woonhak is just delusional🤪 no spoilers but its gonna get worse before it gets better ngl
Woonhak wishes he wasn't like this.
Truly, if there was one thing in his personality he could change, it would be this strange, unfounded jealousy that seeps out from some dark place of his soul when it comes to you.
He has no right to feel any type of way about you, or where you are, or who you're with - you're not his girlfriend. However much he would have loved that to be the case. You're Taesan's roommate, and Woonhak doesn't even really live here.
It's nearing midnight, on a Tuesday night, and Woonhak finds himself, as he often does - wondering if you're heading home soon. That makes it seem like he doesn't have a life, and that's only partly true - ever since the move, it's as if he's been out of his usual orbit. Everyone's busy with school or work, and he has nowhere to set up his computer cause there's no room, meaning limited opportunities for gaming.
He's had four beers (two with Taesan and then two alone, somehow), and he doesn't drink very often. Maybe that could explain why he's feeling extra twitchy and out of it when you suddenly come through the door, humming that song both you and Taesan are obsessed with nowadays.
And you look incredible, of course, and Woonhak curses under his breath, trying to look away and not be so god-damned obvious all the time.
"Hey, freeloader," you say, throwing a cheeky grin in Woonhak's direction, in that horrible, almost-flirty-mostly-teasing way that you do that makes him want to die a little.
"Hey," he says, voice stupidly hoarse for no good reason.
You sit down next to him on the couch, and he can fucking smell it - Ryul's cologne, like he's been marking territory. He's unfortunately learned to recognize it. So, Woonhak doesn't even need to ask where you've been, not that he would because it's none of his business and he knows it. But it does boil his blood, by God, it really does. Good lord that guy's cologne is strong.
"Had fun?" he asks instead, cringing inwardly at how incredibly uncool it comes out.
You cock your head at him, like you're slightly amused already. "I did yeah, you know Ryul? I was over there for a bit, and we got takeout."
He wants to say I KNOW but he smoothly and mysteriously holds his tongue instead, leaning back on the couch like this doesn't bother him in the slightest.
You talk back and forth for a while about your respective days, and what you've been up to. He listens, he really does, because he's so enamored by everything you say and do, but he also finds his mind wandering. Specifically to that one time you came out in the morning wearing his hoodie, probably thinking it was Taesan's, and he had to excuse himself to go do breathing exercises in the bathroom. That day you probably walked around smelling like him, not that he even has such a distinct smell, but the thought of Ryul, or any one of your thousands of guy friends noticing that, has his head spinning and heart pounding.
"You good, Hakie?" you say, hand almost, almost on his shoulder, brushing the fabric of his t-shirt.
He can already feel his face heating up at the nickname and the proximity, clearing his throat and sipping his beer, just to delay the answer.
"Yeah, of course. Hey, can I ask you something?"
Damn it to hell. It's like he isn't even at the helm in his own body.
You blink at him. "Shoot."
He takes a breath, regretting being born, befriending Jaehyun and eventually Taesan, and getting himself into this stupid situation.
"How come you don't have a boyfriend?"
You chuckle a little, probably at his dumb red face, and Woonhak busies himself with another sip of beer. Like this doesn't matter to him at all, and hasn't been on the forefront of his mind as one of life's biggest mysteries ever since he first met you.
"Hm," you start, thinking for a second. "Well. In my experience - first of all, it never lasts. Secondly, I have yet to find someone who's in the same place as me, who wants just as much to spend time with their friends, and have their own things going on. Lastly, I really like being single. It's nice having a boyfriend, but I love just having to deal with myself, you know?"
Woonhak doesn't know, because if you ever gave him a smidgen of a hint that you'd be interested, he would die next week if he could be your boyfriend until then. But he gets it, in a theoretical type of way.
Selfishly, he wants to know if single for you means "no guys at all" or if it means "casual yet amazing sex every day of the week with different, much more handsome men than him, including but not limited to Ryul", but it's honestly best not to know. He doesn't need to know if you smell like Ryul because he's been rubbing himself on you for five hours like a bear with a back itch, or if his entire place just smells like that (which would be insane, by the way).
"Fair enough," he nods, the picture of nonchalance, proud of himself for not showing all his cards. "That makes sense."
"How about you, you have a tiny little girlfriend stowed away somewhere here too?"
He shoves your shoulder halfheartedly as you laugh, continuing, "A Mrs. Freeloader, if you will?
Woonhak bursts out laughing too, and you look so happy. You could be Mrs. Freeloader, he thinks, dreamily, which makes no sense at all since you actually pay to live here.
"Nah," he says, smiling, involuntarily somewhat wistful. "I don't, I promise."
"If she's, like, truly tiny, I don't think Taesan would mind," you muse, making him laugh again. "Like a little house-mouse-girl."
It's not until you unceremoniously place a hand on his knee when you get up, and say, "you want anything from the kitchen, babe?" that Woonhak realizes you must also be tipsy.
The surprising nickname has him so dumbfounded that he just stares after you as you walk to the kitchen, before intelligently going "uh, no, I… thanks, no."
So that shameless scoundrel Kim Ryul has even been pouring you drinks, no doubt in a sly and calculated attempt to get you drunk and agreeable - Woonhak deduces, his mind still unstable and fragile in the wake of the fresh "babe" incident.
"Actually, another beer would be amazing, please," he hastily adds, deciding that if Ryul gets to drink with you, why on earth shouldn't he? Is it a good idea? No, of course not. But when has he ever turned down a chance to hang out with you alone? The opportunity doesn't present itself very often, and right now Taesan is hours deep in some band documentary in his room.
He watches you put on music on the TV speakers, something soft and pleasant - and dare he even think it, kind of romantic - before you return with the drinks.
"So, what's with the sudden boyfriend talk," you start, and Woonhak almost chokes a little on his new beer. "Do I give off some tragically single old maid vibe?"
"Not at all," Woonhak rushes, not stopping to think, and generally being his own worst enemy. "Like, the opposite, I think."
"The opposite?" you say, lopsided smile and everything.
"Um," he mumbles, trying to find something to look at that isn't you. "Just that, I don't understand how… that could be the case. Logically. But I get it now that you've explained it, and everything."
"Is that a compliment?" you tease, or flirt, Woonhak can't fucking tell to save his life.
"Absolutely," he grins, and this must be the alcohol talking, because he can't keep up with himself.
Fortunately you laugh, and wave him off, calling him a smooth talker, which really is the joke of the century. But he basks in it, in being your center of attention, the one you laugh with. It seems like it makes him much more drunk than the beer.
And you seem looser than usual as well, knee kind of brushing against his in the way you're sitting, facing each other sideways on the couch. The singer on the speakers goes "Wondering, do you think of me this way? Or do you just smile like that every day?"
"Hey, this is nice, we should do this more often," you say, devastatingly casual, clinking your drinks together. Woonhak grins despite it all, and you both chuckle, a private little laugh. Like a secret.
"Tell me then, smooth talker, how come you're single?"
Again he has to make a conscious effort not to inhale beer directly into his lungs, and seem unaffected at the same time. It's impressive, honestly, how he almost pulls it off.
"I don't know, really. There's no good reason for it," he says, which is sort of true.
"Not found the right girl?"
He pauses at that, gears turning in his brain, like a complete amateur, and you raise your brows over the drink.
"Oh!? You have?"
"I- no, I haven't!" he insists, and his pants might as well be visibly on fire from how unconvincing that is.
You're about to say something, well into a disbelieving grin, when Taesan suddenly materializes in the room.
Woonhak has never been so happy to see Taesan's big head in his life.
"Well, well, well," Taesan smirks, and suddenly that initial happiness morphs into absolute dread. If Taesan one day decides peace is no longer an option, he could so easily ruin everything for Woonhak. He knows it's obvious how smitten he is with you. "What are you guys up to?"
"This isn't over," you joke, teasingly pointing at Woonhak, but it might as well have been with a gun. Woonhak watches you get up to show Taesan something on your phone, and he doesn't even register what you two talk about, just how close you're standing, and how you look at Taesan.
Why aren't you and Taesan dating, really? Taesan must be perfect for you, all broody and tortured poet, plus you both care so much about a lot of the same music. It's scary to observe you together sometimes, and Woonhak loves, LOVES music, but maybe not on Taesan's level. You've been friends forever, but the more he thinks about it, the less it makes sense that you're not together.
"Bro," Taesan laughs, and Woonhak snaps out of it. "You're sending me death stares again."
"Again?" you laugh, and Woonhak decides then and there that it's time to say goodnight.
"I have, uh. I'm going to bed," he declares, smoothly.
"Sweet dreams," Taesan sing-songs. That observant fucker.
don't flirt 〰️ chapter 3: something we can't even imagine
ㅡ a/n: written combo chapter~
The first time Woonhak saw you was at a party. It was a university thing, different faculties mixing, and most of his friends were there. It was the kind of night that he relished, getting to joke around and laugh with people he was too busy to see regularly, and vice versa.
He spotted Taesan in the crowd, and next to him was someone he'd never seen in real life, but instinctively knew. You were laughing quietly at someone's joke, nodding your head at Taesan - and Woonhak knew that this had to be Taesan's famously elusive friend, who lived in his apartment. Or did he live in yours?
Long wavy hair, eyes almost closed from smiling. Casually dressed, like you weren't really trying that hard to impress anyone, but still pretty. Long legs. Before he could get over to say hello, he was pulled away by Riwoo, saying something about some guys he had to meet.
The second time Woonhak saw you was at a bar, getting a drink. It wasn't really an official gathering, rather just a lot of people going out at the same time, who all kind of knew each other. Taesan was here with you, Jaehyun was mingling with everyone as usual, Sungho was dancing.
You looked different that night - intentional, beautiful. He almost couldn't tear his eyes away from you to order a new beer.
When he approached you to introduce himself, you looked at him like a deer in the headlights for a short second, eyes wide, before smiling familiarly. You must be Woonhak, I've heard about you.
And he'd said "Oh? That's right," already embarrassed thinking about what you potentially could have heard; Woonhak, yeah he's a baby, he's fun to mess with, he's easy to rile up, he's a hothead. Maybe not giving Taesan a lot of credit as a friend in that moment, because what you say instead is "yeah, Taesan loves you so much. He really has a soft spot for you."
He can feel himself blush at the unexpected praise, grinning from ear to ear, ducking his head.
You get separated before you can talk much more, but Woonhak's eyes keep searching for you the rest of the night.
Now he's in your apartment when you get home, in a strange twist of fate, feeling just a little like some house-husband while he's doing the dishes from dinner. He's humming a melody that's been stuck in his head for the last few days, and doesn't immediately notice your presence before you slide past him to get to the fridge.
"Your voice is so nice," you smile. "Hi, Woonhakie."
"Hi," he says, breathless.
You grab a dish towel without further ceremony and start drying off what he washes, falling into easy small talk about everything and nothing.
Woonhak keeps dropping dishes back in the sink on accident, because he's hopelessly looking at you instead, completely distracted.
When all the dishes are clean and cry, he realizes he has to come up with something else for you two to do so you don't leave.
"Let's go up to the roof," he says, on a whim, and you smile at him with your head kind of cocked to the side, like a curious animal. Like you're trying to read his mind.
"Okay! I know a great spot up there. Hey, maybe Taesan wants to come too?"
His heart sinks immediately, selfishly wanting you to himself for the evening. He hears you pop Taesan's room door open, and snippets of the conversation. The roof? Oh, with Woonhak? No, you two go. Thanks.
Maybe he does have some sort of guardian angel.
You bring blankets and hot drinks, and Woonhak secretly googles "good questions to get to know someone", which leads him to an article on 100 questions to fall in love.
It's a bit ridiculous and he has to bite his lip to stop his grin, rigging up blankets for the two of you. It's pretty much impossible to see stars because of the city lights, but you point out Venus for him, like you're talking about an old friend.
It's almost unbearably close to being romantic. More romantic than he's ever been with any other friends, at least.
You look breathtaking in the low light, gazing up at the sky in awe.
While Woonhak is trying to decide which question is least weird to ask you, you beat him to it.
"Do you think there's life out there?"
"Like aliens?"
"Yeah, or simpler life forms, or something we can't even imagine," you say, and he has to smile at how earnest you sound.
It makes him forget the questions, they flow naturally, and before he knows it, you've been on the roof for over two hours.
When you look over at him, sleepy and soft, he knows he's well and truly fucked. Your hair cascades down your shoulders in pretty waves, and if the stars were visible, your eyes would have reflected them.
"Come on, I'll carry you down to the air mattress," you joke, and it makes Woonhak smile so hard his cheeks hurt.
don't flirt 〰️ chapter 2: wh lock tf in the game has started
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ㅡ a/n: the chat rediscovers reaction images :-) this is short again, my bad, i have plans i just need time to write them</3 i hope i can get across that everyone loves and supports wh i just think they would find it hilarious to ragebait him (obviously)... who wouldnt. the love will be more clear in the written parts!
ㅡ woonhak x fem!reader (smau / written)
ㅡ summary: woonhak is suddenly out of a place to live, and moves in with taesan and his roommate (reader). he can't help but get a little crush on you, and if only you weren't so pretty and had so many guy friends, maybe his life would be easier.
ㅡ genre: attempts at humor, smau, fluff, non idol au
ㅡ warnings: suicide jokes, suggestive, strong language, jealousy!!, slow updates (probably), will put specific warnings on chapters if there's anything else
ㅡ a/n: really grateful to everyone who has read, liked, commented and reblogged! ily!
ㅡ chapter 0/intro: hey guys lets make a separate chat and bet on his demise
don't flirt 〰️ chapter 1: ur not getting the heart back
ㅡ a/n: short chapter update! everyone say thank u leehan for being the group therapist part 1~ [also sidenote, i know them using stage names makes no sense in a non idol au, but im too used to the names to switch sorry;; lets pretend theres a good backstory for it]
Hiii! It’s me again! I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I had something in mind lately…
Came across this bully Sunwoo bot in c.ai and my mind has gone crazy with delusions ever since. Been thinking of college mate bully Sunwoo taking your virginity in the boys’ bathroom so as not to spread what he found out about you or sumnnn… ALTHOUGH he’s surprisingly gentle, but still smug and a dipshit, and actually cares if you hurt or not hmmmmm do you see my vision 😖
Again, if you’re not taking requests then just let me know and have in mind that’s totally finee!! Thanks pookie 💋
hi!! i'm sorry, I'm generally so swamped with work and whatnot lately, I barely ever have time to write anymore.. I'm working on some stuff but for completely different people (multistan life... ahh)
but thank you for asking anyway, i hope you have a great day <3 <3
🎬 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."
