FIRST LOVE One - Shot (18+)

FIRST LOVE … one - shot (18+)

pairing : dragon!wooyoung x witch!f!reader

genre : dragon au, fantasy / medieval, hurt / comfort, smut (pwp)

word count : 4.6k

warnings : language, slight blood, negative thoughts about oneself, cheating accusations, miscommunication, mentions of dragon hunting, nightmares, allusion to possible ptsd

smut warnings : unprotected sex, concept of mates / mating, monster cock!wooyoung, virgins!woo & yn, love making, marking / biting

requested by : bestie @songmingisthighs

wooyoung has been acting strange lately and after avoiding you one too many times, and you finally break down and question what is really going on with him.

WOOYOUNG HAD BEEN ACTING STRANGE LATELY. which at first you hadn’t thought anything about, maybe it was some dragon thing you weren’t aware of. however, it started to get concerning when he began avoiding you more and more each day.

it began with simple and quick responses which slowly turned into just one word answers. then he started detaching himself from you, you go to hold his hand and he would rip it away. like your skin was burning his and it made you feel awful. when he would go out to either hunt or visit the nearby town, he would be gone for longer than usual. then he just stopped speaking to you and even avoided sleeping in your shared bed.

you remember waking up to find him sleeping in the extra room you had at the cottage, the room that you converted into a bedroom when you first met him. it had been years since he slept there and finding him there alone instead of with you made your heart twist and it honestly made you want to throw up.

was this his way of telling you he didn’t love you anymore. that he was tired of you and was wanting to leave. but if he wanted to leave then why didn’t he? why did he keep coming back? did he pity you or something.

“wooyoung,” you decided to confront him one day. the red haired dragon was outside tending to your shared garden — it was his day to tend to it, when you approached him. he says nothing so you decide to continue, “what’s been going on with you lately? you’ve been distancing yourself from me. you won’t even speak to me, let alone look at me. did i… did i do something wrong?”

again, you are met with silence as his back remains facing you. you can feel the tears begin to form and you have to take a quick breath in order to not cry.

“do you want to leave?” you finally ask, feeling your heart break as you do so. it’s only when you ask that does wooyoung stop picking herbs and turn to look at you. his face is void of emotions, which is extremely unusual coming from him, as he looks at you. “if you do… then please just go. i don’t want to keep you here if you don’t want to be,” you add before turning away and heading back into the cottage just as the tears start to fall.

the rest of the day went by with you working on making different medicines and potions, completely ignoring wooyoung. not that he probably noticed anyway since he had been doing the same to you for weeks now. when nightfall came, you continued to stay inside your workroom, still not having the energy to see wooyoung.

when you do eventually come out hours later, you find a plate of food sitting on your small dining table. you feel like crying again due to how even if wooyoung is unhappy here, he still took the time to make your dinner as well.

you know that sooner or later you will have to let him go, and you slowly realized that when you sat by yourself eating a cold dinner while the man you love was asleep in the bedroom down the hall.

THAT REALIZATION CAME SOONER than you thought when you woke up the next morning being alone. you woke up feeling like something was off and once you surveyed the cottage, it was only then that you noticed wooyoung was gone.

he really left, you think as take in the neatly made bed of the room he had been staying in. did he even sleep in last night or did he leave once you finally went to bed? you didn’t want to cry anymore, but the knowledge of finally being alone again overwhelmed you as you fell to your knees and sobbed.

you thought that maybe wooyoung would be different. that he would stay and that you wouldn’t have to bare being alone anymore after the years you had suffered being alone. but no. wooyoung left just like chaewon and your teacher and even your mother.

but you don’t blame wooyoung for leaving. you can’t find it in yourself to hate him because you love him so much. you remained on the floor until the tears finally stopped and then you stood up and started your day.

you hate how easily you found it to fall back in a rhythm of doing everything by yourself, even after it’s been several days since wooyoung left. how your body and mind are just use to doing things by yourself. you can’t help but fall back in the lonely feeling you felt several years ago.

the feeling swallows you whole as you go about your day and even when you have to take the journey to the nearby village to get some more herbs and supplies. even when the villagers greet you, you can’t escape the loneliness and the fact that they will all still have someone at home waiting for them while you will return back to an empty cottage.

after you get your herbs and are making your way back to your cottage when you pass by the village healer’s shop. you find yourself coming to a halt when you watch the door to the shop open and out steps a familiar head of red hair. you’re shocked to see wooyoung as you would have figured he would be long gone by now. especially since it’s been several days, almost a whole week, since he left the cottage.

is this where he went? is this where’s he’s been? so many questions are swarming through your head as you as you watch wooyoung speak to the healer. he looks different somehow, like his whole aura and energy has changed. and most importantly of all… wooyoung was finally smiling.

you felt bitter and maybe a little jealous at seeing him interact with the healer. why was he visiting this healer when you were right there with him this whole time. if he was sick, why didn’t he come to you about it? why did he distance himself and basically shun you away from him?

something then hits you that makes you want to cry and tear your heart out. what if he wasn’t sick and was seeing the healer for another reason? what if… what if the healer was making wooyoung happy when you couldn’t anymore.

you feel the herbs slipping out of your hands and onto the ground, but you don’t bother to pick them up. you don’t have the energy to pick them up as all you had can do is turn and runaway from the sight of wooyoung and the healer and back into the forest.

tears blur your vision as you run through the forest, unsure if you’re even going in the right direction. you don’t care anymore. you don’t care if you make it back to the cottage, you just want to run. run far away in hopes that you’ll never have to see any other human, witch, dragon, or any other mythical creature again. you want to be alone for the rest of your miserably sad life.

alone.

because that’s all you deserve.

you suddenly trip over some up-grown tree roots and falling fast to the ground. your hands and knees slid across the ground the tree roots, scraping them as you fell while the air was knocked out of you. once you manage to sit up, you remain on the forest floor for several moments. you don’t have the energy anymore after knowing that wooyoung has potentially found someone else to make him happy. to make him smile and to receive his love.

what did you do wrong? you question yourself as you look up at the sky. maybe should accept the fact that witches and dragons are never meant to be together. because no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that dragons and witches could never get along, you wanted to prove yourself wrong. you want to prove all the other witches wrong in that a witch and dragon could love each other.

“y/— are — /n— y/n!”

you don’t hear the familiar voice calling for you. nor do you hear the leaves crunching and heavy footsteps as the person searches for you.

“y/n! please, say something! where are you?” you turn to see wooyoung standing a good distance away from you. he’s out of breath as he stares at you before he makes his way towards you.

“y/n?” his voice is soft, softer than what you had heard in the last few weeks, as he drops to his knees in front of you. “what are doing out here in the middle of the forest?”

is that all he has to say after weeks of shutting you out? why is he suddenly caring about you after leaving for a week? why?

he tries to touch you, but you shove his hands away as you feel the tears build up once more.

“what—

“how dare you try to act that you care about me all of a sudden! how dare you act like you hadn’t ignored and pushed me away for weeks before leaving in the middle of the night! how dare you leave me alone, jung wooyoung! i hate you so much!” you sob as you hit his chest weakly.

wooyoung doesn’t say anything at first as he opts to pull you into his arms. you try to fight him at first, but eventually you give up and finally accept that you are in his arms again.

“i’m sorry for acting the why i did and for leaving. i know i shouldn’t have but i was scared and confused. will you come with me, so i can explain everything?” he asks as he pulls you away gently from him to look at your glassy eyes.

YOU’RE SURPRISED WHEN WOOYOUNG turns into his dragon form and heads for the direction of the southern mountains. you want to question the dragon, but you realize you better wait until you land. you knew the southern mountains were filled with all sorts of magical creatures.

you also knew about the dragon oracle that resided in the mountain, having heard many tales about how she had killed many dragon hunters and took in clanless dragons.

your eyes filtered down to wooyoung when you thought of clanless dragons. you knew wooyoung was one which is mainly why he had been living with you since you met him. you remember how scared and wounded he was when you found him on the verge of death near your cottage. how he tried to fight you off and refused your help before you basically dragged him inside your cottage with all your strength.

you remember him telling you how his clan had been burned to the ground by dragon hunters. he wasn’t sure if his family had even made it out, that his mother pushed him to run as a far away as he could. you know wooyoung still has nightmares about what happened to his clan, even years later. you always feel awful when he wakes up sobbing in the middle of the night, all you can do is hold him and comfort him.

hopefully the healer will be able to comfort him from now on like you use to.

you look up from wooyoung to see the southern mountains coming into view. you keep having to remind yourself how faster it is to travel by dragon and how easily they cross lands within such a short amount of time compared to humans.

when wooyoung lands, you make quick work to slide off of him and you notice the small house not too far from where he landed. where did he take you?

“wooyoung, where are we?” you ask turning to see the red haired dragon back in his human form as he makes his way towards you.

“this is… this is where the southern mountains’ dragon oracle lives,” wooyoung starts, “this is where i was this past week,” he adds on as he takes a few steps in front of you in order to lead you towards the home of the dragon oracle.

“why?” you ask as you follow wooyoung up the seemingly earth-made steps. you stumble a little on one step and wooyoung is quick to turn and catch you, pulling you to his chest, your faces only centimeters apart.

your mind flashes back to seeing wooyoung in the village with the healer, and you move away from him and you let out an awkward cough. “thank you…” you mumble before going in front of him.

“her name is seolhyun,” wooyoung tells you once you stand in front of the oracle’s door. he goes to knock, but before he can the door suddenly swings open and there stands the dragon oracle.

she’s older than both you and wooyoung, but is beautiful nonetheless. she looks between you and wooyoung for a moment before they settle on you.

“it’s been many moons since i seen an umbra witch, may your clan rest in peace now,” she says to you as she slightly bows her head and you return it, for reasons you’re unsure of.

“oracle seolhyun, i’m sorry to bother you but—

seolhyun puts a hand up, stopping wooyoung from speaking any further. she looks at you with a small smile as she steps aside as if welcome you into her home.

“umbran witch, please enter, but the dragon must remain out here,” she says and wooyoung looks like he wants to object, but he changes his mind.

you turn to look at wooyoung with a worry glance and he gives you a small smile, “it’s okay, i’ll be right here when you come out.” you hesitate for a moment, not completely sure if you fully trust wooyoung. what’s stopping him from leaving you here while he goes back to the village to that healer.

you don’t say anything as you turn back to the oracle and enter into her house while wooyoung remains outside.

THE INSIDE OF THE ORACLE’S HOUSE is dark with it being illuminated by many candles scattered around the rooms. you notice that heavy fabric curtains drape over the windows, blocking out any and all natural light.

“come, umbra witch,” the older dragon says guiding you through her home where she sits you down in a chair. “do you want some tea?”

“um, sure, please,” you say feeling a little odd at how this all seems.

“your dragon brought you here for a reason,” she begins from behind you as she makes tea for the two of you. “he came five days ago questioning about himself and his inner dragon,” she adds and you remain quiet. “i told him that his inner dragon spirit was yearning for his mate. that it was was starting to reject his human side and confuse his emotions,” she says and you jump at how the tea kettle suddenly goes off, startling you.

she places two cups on the table between you both, one for you and one for her. “you said his inner dragon was yearning for… his mate? what does that mean?”

“dragons like several other species have mates that they are destined to be with for the rest of their life. some dragons are even blessed with more than one mate, our ancestors seeing this as blessing equaling for good things to come or happen,” she explains the concept of mates to you before she takes a sip of her tea.

“so… wooyoung needs to be with… his mate then?” you ask trying to wrap your head around all the information she just dumped on you.

“his first one. wooyoung is destined to have eight mates, but only when the time is right will he meet the other ones,” she tells you.

“his first one?” you echo and she nods.

“when dragons are near their mates, but haven’t done the mating ritual yet their inner dragon become restless and wants to mate with them immediately even if the dragon doesn’t know that’s what’s happening,” she further explains and it suddenly clicks why wooyoung had been acting the way he had been.

it was his inner dragon that was making him act like this. you want to let out a sigh of relief, but your thoughts stop you as you think of wooyoung and the healer. is the healer… his mate? did he bring you hear to let you know that you weren’t his mate and that’s why he’s leaving you.

“do not overthink things dear umbra witch,” seolhyun says snapping you out of your thoughts. “not everything is what it seems, i suggest you speak with your dragon to solve your heartache.”

“who’s wooyoung’s mate?” you ask without thinking and you cringe at how desperate you sound.

the oracle lets out a small chuckle before speaking, “that is not something for me to answer. now go and speak with your dragon, he is waiting for you.”

you and the oracle bid each other goodbye before you are leaving her home. when you step outside you notice the sun has gone down and wooyoung is still where you left him. at the sound of you exiting the house, wooyoung snaps his head towards you and stand up with expecting eyes.

“what did she tell you?” he asks as he walks towards you but refrains from touching you.

“please take me home,” you tell him, wanting the time to think about what the dragon oracle told you. you also wanted time to think about what you wanted to say to wooyoung once return to your cottage.

WHEN YOU RETURN BACK TO THE COTTAGE, wooyoung follows you inside the familiar home which now has an air of uncertainty and coldness to it.

you know he’s waiting for you to speak as he hovers behind you, but you don’t know if you’re ready to speak to him yet. you don’t know if you’re fully ready to accept whether wooyoung might perhaps leave forever after this conversation. you want to prolong it as much as you can, no matter how selfish that may seem.

“y/n…” wooyoung says finally breaking the silence between you two.

“why didn’t you tell me you were going to see the oracle?” you ask, turning to look at him. you were trying hard not to cry. you didn’t want to cry in front of him. “i thought… i thought you— you had actually left,” you add and you notice the dragon licks his lips before he bites his lower one.

you deny how attractive he looks doing that simple action, but you push those thoughts to the back of your mind.

“i don’t know why i didn’t tell you. it was like my mind and body were acting on there own and i didn’t want to worry you more than i already had. it’s not an excuse and i’m sorry for how i acted, i just… i just needed answers,” he explains as you watch his eyes brim with tears and you feel your heart clench at the sight.

“who’s your mate?” you ask suddenly and he looks at you a little surprised and caught off guard by the question.

“isn’t it obvious?” he says looking at you with a lopsided smile as the tears run down his golden cheeks. you hate how beautiful he looks even when crying.

his response is probably what makes you finally cry, as you think about the healer from the village. wooyoung takes a step forward but you take one back away from him.

“please, just go wooyoung, go to that dumb healer and leave me by myself,” you say as you turn away from him as the tears continue to stream down your face.

“healer? what healer?” his voice is full of surprise as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“the healer from the village! your mate!” you shout and you’re surprised by how wooyoung grabs your shoulders and forces you to look at him.

“y/n, my sweet love, that healer is not my mate. you are, you are my mate. the one i am destined to be with forever,” he says looking at you with full seriousness.

“t-then why were you visiting the healer earlier today?” you question him and wooyoung looks a little shocked before a pink color dusts his cheeks.

“because… i-i was trying to make sure that i took the necessary precautions for when we mated,” he confesses and now it’s your turn to feel embarrassed when you get what he means by ‘mated.’ “i wanted to make sure i didn’t hurt you,” he adds on as he lets your shoulders go, but remains close to you.

“woo…” you say trailing off as you cup his face to have him look at you this time. “i’m sorry for assuming the worst,” you tell him and he lets out a small laugh.

“no,” he says shaking his head, “i’m sorry for making you doubt me, but please now that i will always remain loyal to you,” he says as he takes one of your hands and places a gently kiss on your palm.

WOOYOUNG HOVERS OVER YOU, the both of you naked and full vulnerable to each other as you lock eyes. your chest is covered in many love bites and your legs are shaking in anticipation for the two of you to finally become one.

“let me know if you start to feel any sort of pain, okay?” he says and you nod but wooyoung encourages you to use your voice.

“yes, wooyoung, i’ll let you know,” you tell me and he smiles before leaning down to you. wooyoung sits up a little in order to grab the oil he had gotten from the healer, an oil that it is meant to help makes things easier.

he’s about to pout some in his hand when you stop him, and he looks at you with concerned eyes. “let me do it,” you tell him, taking the bottle of oil from his hands before pouring some in your open palm. taking in the sight of his hard cock, you can’t help but feel the excitement and nervousness that courses through your veins.

wooyoung let’s out a long and loud moan as you begin to slowly stroke him. he tilts his head back and you take the moment to admire how his golden skin glistens with sweat and is covered in love bites. he looks beautiful like this and you can’t help but admire him a little longer as you stroke him.

“a-ah, y/n!” he says as he bucks his hips up before he’s reaching for the bottle of oil. he pours some the best he can while you continue to stroke him, covering his fingers in the oil before he’s tossing it to the side. his own hand comes down to cup your pussy before he’s easily sliding in two fingers making you let out a loud moan as the feeling of his fingers.

“fuck, you’re pussy feels so tight, can’t wait to fuck it, love,” he tells you making a heat come over your skin as he fingers you and forces you to listen to the wet sounds that come from your lower half. “it even sounds just a cute as your moans,” he adds with a large grin before he’s leaning over to kiss you.

“w-wooyoung, please, please fuck me,” you say once he pulls away from your lips and he smiles before slowly pulling out his fingers while you give his cock one last stroke.

“lay down, love,” he says and you find yourself in a the same position you were in a few minutes ago. his fingers knead at the flesh of your thighs as he spreads them and he smiles at the sight of your glistening pussy that is covers in both your own juices and the oil.

you feel your legs shake in excitement as he positions his cock at your entrance before slowly pushing in. your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders as moans continue to leave your lips and a large gasp leaves your lips once he bottoms out.

your legs wrap around his waist while his fingers dig into your hips that you know will leave bruises, but you feel too euphoric to care. wooyoung’s cock sits nicely inside you, allowing you to adjust to his size before he moves. you become impatient as you move your hips a little. wooyoung let’s out a small chuckle as he kisses the side of your head before he begins moving his hips in slow strokes before he begins to pick his pace up.

“f-fuck! fuck— wooyoung!” you moan out as you rake your nails down his back as he moves your legs over his shoulders.

“fuck— y/n, i love you so much, gonna let me mate me. gonna let me mark you and come— ngh, inside you?” he voice is strained a little as he continues to drill his hips into yours.

“y-yes! please woo! you make me feel so good, i love you, too!” you cry out before wooyoung is pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips when he pulls away you witness the line of spit connecting your lips before wooyoung is trailing open mouth kisses down your jaw and to your shoulder.

you clench around his cock when you realize what he is about to. the red haired dragon lets out an open mouth moan as he licks a strip up your neck before kissing a spot on your shoulder. you let out a cry once he bites your shoulder, breaking through the skin slightly before he’s pulling away and licking at the bite mark.

you feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as you are overcome with a sudden feeling in the pit of your stomach. “w-wooyoung, i feel— i feel strange,” you tell him.

“want me to stop?” he asks as he slows his pace down a little bit.

“n-no, keep going,” you tell him and he complies as he picks his speed back up and you can’t help but clench down one his cock once again. it’s only then that the feeling seems to snap and your whole body shakes. wooyoung does a few more good thrust before he’s stilling inside of you. sheathing his cock as far as he can before you can feel his come shooting inside your pussy. it’s a weird feeling, you think as wooyoung moves your legs and you once again wrap them lazily around his waist to keep him close to you.

wooyoung is out of breath as he collapses on top of you and you let out a small huff at his sudden weight. you kiss his temple as you rub his in a soothing motion as you feel him kiss the area around his mark.

“my pretty, pretty mate, you look so beautiful. can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you,” he says with a slight slur to his words.

“you’re my pretty mate too, youngie,” you tell him with a smile as you hold him impossibly close to you.

wooyoung sits up, hands on either side of your head as he looks you with suddenly serious eyes.

“i meant it when i said i love you,” he says as he leans down rest his forehead against yours. “i will always be here and protect you, no matter what happens when we meet our other mates. you will always be my priority, don’t ever forget that, please.”

his words shock you and you wonder where they suddenly came from, “okay. i love you too wooyoung. forever and always.”

“forever and always, my first love,” he says before kissing you and you spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth and love of each other.

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PAIRING. jung wooyoung x female reader

WORD COUNT. 6.4k

SUMMARY. you couldn’t have asked for a better roommate than Wooyoung. until he asks you to stop bringing guys over.

WARNINGS. smut, profanity, brief alcohol use

PLAYLIST. “say so” by doja cat

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pairing. dad!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis. Your alarmingly empty bank account forces you to find a last-minute summer job so that you can afford a trip with your friends. The extremely handsome customer that comes into the store just happens to be a young single dad who's renovating the old house next to yours. The tension that settles between the two of you as you start helping him fix up his house soon becomes unbearable, but it's all one-sided anyway, right?

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genre. DILF AUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!, neighbors au, s2l, summer au, slight age gap (reader is 21 and hoon 26), reader is so down bad over sunghoon its actually crazy but also extremely relatable cause this is sunghoon we're talking about, fluff and smut, sex gets freakyyy ngl

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a/n. hey sisters had no time to write anything this week so i am coming back (everybody boos) with a repost yayyy!!! i actually love this story idkw i just find it fun so i hope you guys will enjoy rereading / reading it !!!! as always let me know ur thoughts.. even if they're just incomprehensible screaming (bad or good).. im happy w anything ok bye!!!

You’ve always wondered about the ratio of cherry to pit. Such a big pit for so little flesh, isn’t it? Yet that’s never stopped you from biting into the small fruit, eating what you could and spitting out the unwanted part. You actually rather enjoy this whole process. Bite, eat, spit. You could repeat this with huge bowls of cherries at a time until they upset your stomach and you had to stop for your own good.

Bite, eat, spit is exactly what you’re doing when, with a trembling finger, you finally brave to open your banking app and check your balance. It’s the beginning of summer, and after two semesters of intense studying and too-much-coffee drinking, you think you deserve three long months of doing nothing but hanging out in your childhood bedroom and eating the food your parents buy and make. You’re especially looking forward to the vacation in Mexico you have planned with your friends at the end of August.

One look at your bank account and your dreams of white beaches and seas so blue you couldn’t tell them apart from the sky shatter around you, the sad, low numbers on the screen sneering at you mockingly. You were sure you had saved enough money from part-time jobs and generous relatives, but now you regret all of those night-outs and lazy takeaways. If you had cut down on those, maybe you wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of finding a summer job at the last minute, which you would definitely have to do if you wanted to eat something on that dear beach of yours and not just starve to death under the glaring sun.

That was it - tomorrow, you’d go and get a job. Today, however, you’d enjoy your last day of respite and eat some more cherries, or maybe make some jam and a pie so your parents wouldn’t chide you for eating them all, and then go pick some more from the three trees in your backyard. You’d sit outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun while you read or, if you couldn’t be asked, while you listened to the bustle of the old and worn-down house next door being renovated. You’re surprised someone had the courage to buy it and give it a new life, but you assume that’s the kind of courage that comes with having time and money. 

Yesterday night, you’d heard a little girl playing outside until her mom called her in saying it was time to go, so you made up a story of your neighbors being newlyweds that had decided they’d had enough of the city and wanted to raise their daughter in a calmer town far from busy streets and loud honks. You could bring them some cherries, maybe in jam or pie form, as a housewarming gift.

Unfortunately, the day passed and you were too busy doing nothing to actually get around to baking, so you decided to do nothing some more and then go to bed, needing rest before your big job hunt.

You’d gravely overestimated the amount of job opportunities in your small hometown, only receiving apologetic looks from the store owners as they tell you they don’t need any help, or worse, already have someone. Damn those 16-year-olds who only get summer jobs so they can blow their whole pay in a couple weeks before school starts again. You, on the other hand, need that money for important things, like sipping on a cocktail at a bar with a seaview.

The local hardware store next to the train station is your saving grace. It looks quite small from the outside, but once you step inside, rows of lamps and mirrors in all shapes and sizes along with all kinds of household needs welcome you, followed by a section for gardening and pet caretaking. The basement is where all the paints and brushes were, as well as the more technical (technical to you, at least) products, like bolts and tools or kitchen and bathroom appliances.

A lot of people undertake renovations in their homes during their free time in the summer, so it’s important for the store to have their experts helping out customers in their dedicated aisles rather than working behind the till and restocking the shelves, which is what you will be doing for the next two months. The pay is slightly above minimum wage and with twenty-one hours of work a week, you’ll earn more than enough to enjoy your vacation. You start tomorrow.

Your co-workers are happy to welcome a new face into their team. They’re nice even if they have the tendency to drone on about different types of tools and the importance of choosing the right brush for the surface you’re painting, which you don’t particularly care about, but you think you might as well learn as much as you can during your time here; it might always come in handy later.

As you expected, it isn’t the most stimulating job ever, but you aren’t bored out of your mind either. You make small talk with customers as they explain their purchases, some more defensively than others, even if you didn’t ask. You make sure to restock the shelves correctly and sometimes ask for help when you feel your arms giving out after hours of carrying heavy stuff. When no one’s in, you like to rearrange the cute bathroom decorations so that they make a little rainbow of toothbrush and soap holders.

You were daydreaming about what you would do with your friends in Mexico and all the cherries you could eat there when a man so handsome you thought he was a part of your dream walks in. He doesn’t notice (or maybe he just ignores it, you’re not sure) your gawking and smiles at you, saying “hello” before turning his attention to the map which details where everything is stored at the entrance of the shop. You manage a small “h-hello” back that probably doesn’t even reach his ears, and you curse yourself for doing a poor job of greeting a customer just because said customer looks like he’s been pushed from the heavens above onto this unworthy earth by the other angels who were jealous of his beauty. 

You stay put behind the counter the whole time he’s there to avoid the potential embarrassment of running into him in a random aisle and making a fool of yourself. There isn’t much to do anyway, so you rearrange the organic protein bars and chewing-gum at the counter and count all the money in the cash register to distract yourself. He doesn’t spend a very long time browsing and after twenty minutes, you see him approach with a cart full of the biggest cans of paint the store offers. It’s mostly white paint, but there are some browns and grays, and one of pink as well.

You thank God for those twenty minutes because they allowed you to get a hold of yourself so that you didn’t gape at him like a dead fish instead of scanning his articles, which is what you are very professionally and expertly doing. “That’s a lot of paint,” you comment lightheartedly, partly just to prove to yourself that you can also speak in front of this man.

“I know,” he chuckles, and it seems unfair that his voice should be just as attractive as his face. “The previous owners of the house I just bought had terrible taste in wallpaper and wall colors, so I have to repaint basically the whole house. Everything has to go, really. The floors, the furniture, the lights.”

“Sounds like you’re going to have a busy summer. That’ll be $132.76, please.”

“I’ll pay by card,” he says as he brings his wallet out from his back pocket and inserts his card into the reader, which allows you to look freely at his tanned arms and the veins that protrude here and there. He can’t be older than thirty, so there’s probably not that much of an age difference between the two of you, but damn does he look more mature in the sexiest way possible than all of the male college students you’re used to seeing on a daily basis. If anything, he reminds you of the hot young Linguistics professor your whole department likes to drool over. 

The beep of the payment being accepted snaps you out of your daze. “And yeah, it’ll sure be a busy summer. I’ll need a lot of stuff from here, so you might have to get used to seeing me around,” he says with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. There’s no way this walking Greek god of a man is actually flirting with you, but the glint in his eyes tells you it wasn’t just an off-hand comment.

“I could get used to that,” you surprise yourself by replying confidently, your smile mirroring his as pretty dimples appear on each side of his face.

You hand him the receipt and notice his eyes flickering down to your name tag before trapping yours in his gaze once again. You don’t think you ever want to look away. “I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he says and walks out with his cart and his tons of paint before you can say anything, lest ask his name, except for “see you.”

You take a deep breath in and another out when he’s out of sight, trying to calm your racing heart. You can’t wait to rave to the girls’ group chat about this, but one of your coworkers calls you for help and you have to put the handsome stranger to the back of your mind for a while.

—

That weekend, your parents ask you to do something about the cherries slowly starting to spoil in the fridge, so you put on your headphones and listen to an audiobook for entertainment, then get to pitting. It feels wrong to listen to The Kiss Quotient and its many smut scenes when your parents are coming and going out of the room, but what they don’t know won’t kill them; you just try to keep your reactions to a minimum during the extra spicy scenes.

Pitting cherries is an arduous task that always takes longer than you think it will, but you never complain about it. You’ve found the perfect technique of cutting them in half around the pit, turning the small fruit without squeezing it, extracting the stone and making sure it doesn’t get confused and end up in the bowl with the pitted cherries, all without tiring your wrists after ten minutes. A surprise pit in a cherry pie can add to the charm of a homemade dessert, but you’d rather not have to spit out five of them while trying to eat one slice.

You prepare a crumbly dough to make two classic American-style pies and fill four jars with cherry jam that you cook while the doughs rest. It’s almost offensive how small the cherries become as they cook, the amount that fills those four jars having filled eight before, but you decide there’s no reason to take it personally since the cherries don’t do it on purpose, and put the jars away to cool down. You roll out the first rested dough and despair for a bit when it keeps on falling apart, but it just makes it more satisfying once you have it perfectly thinly rolled out and covering the tin. The second one is a bit nicer to you and you only have to try rolling it out twice. 

Two hours later, as the sun finally starts to relent and a cooler breeze flows through the air, the pies are all baked, cooled and ready to be eaten. You leave one for you and your parents to enjoy later, then head over to the next house to greet your new neighbors with the other pie. You knock and wait for a good thirty seconds before getting any sort of response, making you think no one’s in.

“Y/N?” a semi-familiar voice calls out, and your head whips in its direction. If this were a cartoon or a 2012 teen show, you’d probably drop the pie tin, but thankfully, your hands aren’t that sweaty, and the shock of the man from the other day at the store being your neighbor isn’t that great, because of course, of course he’s your neighbor. You’re Y/N, after all; the almighty gods above would never let you have a boring, uneventful summer. Of course the hot new man in town is your neighbor.

“Oh! Hi! Guess we’re neighbors. Ha,” you say with a clumsy smile, holding the tin over your forearm as your other hand shields your eyes from the sunlight so you can look at him without squinting your eyes.

“Neighbors?” he repeats as he joins you on the front porch, taking off his gloves dirtied by the mud and using the back of his hand to wipe off some sweat from his forehead. The sweat makes his hair stick to his face and there are small beads of it falling from his hairline down onto his white t-shirt. You detect the slightest of stubbles on his chin and upper lip, probably from not having shaved for just a day or two. He’s even tanner than when you saw him a few days ago, and his thick eyebrows form a straight line as he frowns in what you guess is tiredness and perhaps confusion from seeing you in regular clothes and holding a pie tin on his porch. For a second, you’re scared he might think you’re some kind of stalker, but you nod and tilt your head towards your house. 

“Yep. That one just over there behind you.”

He turns his upper body to take a look at your house and nods slowly as he turns back around, gaze finding yours again like the other day at the store. You have no idea who this man is - hell, you don’t even know his name - but good lord are you attracted to him, especially when he gives you that unreadable smile that shows off his dimples. 

“Huh. What a coincidence,” he says, and that could mean anything in the world, but you hope he means it in a good way. “I’m Sunghoon, by the way.” he adds, extending his hand for you to take, which you do, and the simple action of shaking his hand without eye contact ever breaking is enough to send shivers down your spine. Hopefully, this goes unnoticed by this Sunghoon.

A walking wet dream. That’s what this man is. He’s walked right out of your deepest Wattpad-induced fantasies and into the house next door. Probably doesn’t help that you’d been listening to literary porn just fifteen minutes prior. 

“Is that pie?” he asks as he releases your hand.

“It is, cherry pie I made myself with cherries from our backyard. A housewarming gift, if you will. Here,” you reply, offering him the tin.

He takes it from your hands, the tips of his fingers slightly grazing yours, on purpose or not, you’re not sure. He lifts some of the aluminum covering the pie and peeks underneath, then hums appreciatively. “Thanks, it looks really good. I’ve been living off of ready-meals and casseroles from the neighbors, so this’ll be really nice.”

“Well we’ve got tons of cherries, so feel free to ask whenever you want some,” you offer, and he nods. A small silence settles between the two of you and you’re about to excuse yourself so it doesn’t get awkward when he invites you in, asking if you’d like to have a piece with him.

“If you want to, I mean. I was gonna take a break anyway,” he says somewhat coyly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. You’re surprised to see him being anything else other than confident and self-assured, but it only makes him look cuter in your eyes.

“Sure,” you accept with a smile, letting him lead you inside the house.

“Sorry, it smells like paint all over the house. That’s why I was outside, doing some gardening while I aired the house out,” he explains. “Let me just get some plates and a knife out. And something for us to drink. Do you want to drink something? I’ve got water, or some iced tea or lemonade. The grandma across the street made some for me,” he says all at once, and you suppress a giggle at his sudden nervous behavior.

“Sunghoon?”

“Yeah?” he responds almost immediately, turning to you just as you both reach the kitchen.

“Just water is fine.”

A shy smile makes his dimples appear once again as he nods. “Okay, sounds good.” You help him carry everything to the back porch and set down the glasses and a jug of water on a table with two chairs around it.

“The porches are the only parts I won’t have to fix up too much, for some reason.”

“You’re going to redo the whole house yourself?” you ask, surprised, as you pour two glasses of water and he serves you a slice of cherry pie (“there might be some stray cherry pits, so be careful,” you warn as he sets a slice on his plate).

“A lot of it, yeah, but I’ve also got some people to help out. My dad’s a carpenter so I know my way around these things, but I also know it’s better and faster to have more than one man on the job, so some guys he works with come a couple times a week.”

“Yeah, with the state this house is in, you’d need more than a summer if you did everything yourself,” you comment, and he chuckles, agreeing. “My friends and I used to make stories about how this place is haunted, you know,” you say jokingly.

“Please don’t jinx my house from the get-go,” he says, making you laugh.

“Sorry, sorry. It’ll be nice seeing it all fixed-up, actually.”

“Have you lived here long?” he asks, looking at you thoughtfully as he takes another bite of the pie. “This is really good, by the way.”

“Thanks. And yeah, my whole life. I go away when semester starts but come back for the holidays and the summer.”

“So you're a student?”

“Yeah, just at the state university a few hours away. Not too far away that it’s a hassle traveling back, but not too close that I go home every weekend. What about you, what do you do?”

You wait for his answer while he swallows his mouthful and take another bite yourself. “I teach,” he starts as he dabs the corners of his lips with a napkin. “Fifth graders, on the other side of town. I used to live in a small apartment near the school I work at but it’s nicer, having more space. I saved enough money to buy this house and fix it up, so here I am now,” he says, gesturing to the house and the garden with his arms. 

You notice his use of the first person pronoun when he talks about where he used to live and his house now, which makes you wonder if it’s just him, even though you were sure you heard a woman and a young girl’s voices the other day. Surely, if he wasn’t single, he wouldn’t have invited you in or given you flirtatious looks, right? Or were you reading totally wrong into this and he was just an exceptionally friendly person?

You put these questions to the side and continue chatting with Sunghoon, letting the subject of his marital status come up on its own during your conversation. And indeed, you get your answer when he tells you about the different parts of the house he plans on having, one of them being a bedroom for his daughter.

“Oh, so you have a daughter? How old is she?” you ask as you take a sip of water, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Considering his age, you expect that his child will be one, two years old max, so his answer makes you almost choke on your drink.

“She’s turning eight this summer.”

“Eight?” you repeat as you set your glass down, looking at him wide-eyed. So much for nonchalance. “But you’re so-”

“Young? Yeah, I know,” he interrupts with a knowing smile, probably used to this kind of reaction. “I’m 26,” he adds, then watches as you do the simple math in your head. When you turn to him with a surprised look, he answers your question before you’ve even asked it. “Yep, I had her when I was 18.”

“Wow,” is all you can say. “Can I ask what happened?”

“Sure. I mean, it’s nothing extraordinary or anything. I was in my last year of high school, and I got my girlfriend at the time pregnant. We’d only been dating four months but her parents wouldn’t let her get an abortion. They’re really religious. They took care of our baby, with the help of my parents, while I went to community college and she retook senior year since she had to drop out halfway through the year. No, we’re not together anymore, if you’re wondering,” he says, catching you off guard, as if he’d read your thoughts. 

He chuckles before sighing and continues. “If none of this had happened, we’d probably have broken up before going off to college and proceeded to forget about each other. We started out living with her parents, then got that small apartment I told you about when she found a job. We’re not on bad terms by any means, but we’ve just not been in love since Chaeryeong turned 2, probably. We’ve been more roommates than a couple for the past six years. And you know, we kept on living together for Chaer mainly, but she’s found a new boyfriend and I wanted to have my own place. Which has led me here.”

You nod slowly, letting the whole story sink in. “You’re both handling this situation really maturely, it sounds like. I’ve heard of so many teenage parents fighting all the time and not taking care of their kids properly.”

“She’s already got a weird parental situation, it’s the least we can do for her to behave like adults, you know.”

“Right, of course,” you say, nodding again. Your hot new neighbor was actually a DILF, you realized a bit inappropriately, perhaps. Cherry on top.

He tells you a bit more about his daughter and you keep talking until your dad calls you, asking you why you’re not home at dinner time, and you only notice then how long you’ve been sitting there with Sunghoon, just talking. You tell him you feel bad for taking up so much of his time but he shakes your apologies off.

“It was my pleasure, really. And thanks again for the pie, I think Chaer will love it.”

He walks you to the front door and calls out your name after you’ve waved goodbye and started walking. You didn’t know you had been expecting him to do anything until you heard the hopeful tone in your own voice. “Yeah?”

“You any good with kids?” he asks, leaning against the doorway with crossed arms and a smirk that makes your heart flutter.

Although you’ve only got one older brother, you have younger cousins as well as older ones that have babies of their own, so you’re not a complete stranger to kids, but more importantly, you like them. They have the world to learn, but they say surprisingly smart things and have really cute faces.

“I’d say that I am, yeah,” you reply, a smile growing on your face, mirroring his expression.

“Good,” he says, and pauses a second for good measure. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Sunghoon,” you say as you turn back and head to your house, letting him enjoy the view of you walking away. 

On the short way home, you realize that you completely have the hots for your neighbor, although you probably knew that before. Is it twisted that you like him more now that you know he’s got a kid? Probably a little bit, but you’re not going to fight it. He’s single, after all. And not even thirty. A five-year gap isn’t unheard of. 

Your parents ask you where you’ve been as you set the table and get ready for dinner. “Just over at our new neighbor’s house to give him some pie and say hi,” you say as you toss the salad in its bowl, spreading the dressing evenly. 

“Ooh, the neighbor,” your mother echoes knowingly, wiggling her eyebrows, and steals a leaf of lettuce when it falls from the bowl because of your vigorous tossing. “We should have him over at some point, welcome him into the neighborhood. I’ve seen him a bit, you know. Out painting on his front porch or when he was in his garden the same time as me. He’s a very attractive young man,” she says, lowering her voice so your dad doesn’t hear even though he’s outside grilling the meat. “Do you know how old he is? Looks a bit young for a homeowner to me, but who knows what young people are up to these days.

“He’s twenty-six, and he’s saved a lot of money. Plus, I don’t think that house was very expensive. From what he’s told me, the renovations will basically cost as much as the house itself. He’s also got a kid.”

“Aw, must be a cute baby,” she says as your father walks in, carrying a tray of steaming barbecued steaks and potatoes.

“She’s eight,” you say bluntly, causing them both to look at you with wide eyes.

“Oh, right, then. Happens,” your mother says, bringing her glass of water to her lips and taking a sip from it. “Is he still with the mother?”

“They broke up a while ago, but they’re on good terms,” you say, and your mom nods slowly at the information.

“So, he’s single, huh?” she says, trying to hide her smile, earning herself a groan from your dad and a chuckle from you. 

“C’mon, mom!”

“What? You can’t deny that he’s attractive, and he’s single. Plus, you two must get along well if you spent a couple hours talking. Sure, he’s got a kid, but you love those, don’t you?”

“Mom, you of all people would know kids aren’t pets. Dating someone with an eight-year-old isn’t the same as dating someone with a cat.

“No one’s asking you to be that girl’s mom,” she says, dishing out some meat for the three of you. “I’d go get that man, if I were you.”

Your dad shakes his head and you eat your food as you listen to them bickering with a smile. You think about what your mother said - should you go and get Sunghoon? Your heart says yes, but your brain is a bit more reluctant. Another part of your body, lower down there, is screaming ‘yes’ at you.

He does live right by, after all.

That night, you FaceTime your roommate and best friend from college and bring her up to date about ‘the hot man from the store the other day.’ She paints her toenails but listens intently as she always does when you talk about boys, humming and chuckling here and there.

“God, Y/N, I didn’t know you had daddy issues, of all things.”

You gasp fake-dramatically. “Excuse me, I do not! I was attracted to him before I knew he was a dad, I’ll let you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let me know when you guys actually hook up, I’m curious whether older men are actually better,” she says, making you scoff.

“I hope he is. I’m very much tired of those boys that don’t know where the clit is and use too much tongue.”

“You know, when I complain to my mom about guys, she always tells me to wait it out a few years. She says they get more mature and, well, she didn’t say that outright, but she very heavily implied that the sex is much, much better. Kinda gross hearing it from her, but it’s good information.”

You hum. “Well, he’s not that much older… But let’s hope that it still makes a difference,” you say, and then move on to another topic. 

—

One thing that eating cherries has taught you is that if you want to enjoy eating the sweet flesh, you’ll need to deal with the pit as well. Ever the grand philosopher, you realized soon enough that this was applicable to real life and not just your favorite fruit. Wanna get a good grade on your test? Gotta study for it. Wanna go on holiday to Mexico? Gotta find a summer job and earn money.

Wanna make your way to Sunghoon’s bed? Gotta seduce him.

Over the following days, you stand behind the counter at the hardware store, elbow perched on the hard surface, head resting on your palm and vision fuzzy as you daydream about your next encounter with Sunghoon. More often than not, a customer will clear their throat to awkwardly let you know of their presence and you’ll have to exchange your imagined dialogue with Sunghoon for a quick apology and some pleasantries; more often than not, a coworker will call out your name for some help just as you get to the juicy part of your reverie. In those moments, you always feel like you’ve been caught red-handed watching softcore porn, even if no one knows the last thing about what goes on in your head, nor do they care. 

Much like the first time he walked into the store, when he does again on a Thursday morning, you think your daydreams have just gone too far and you’re now hallucinating. But, lo and behold, this is the true Park Sunghoon in the flesh, and he smiles and waves at you as he strides in before disappearing behind one of the many aisles.

You spend the next fifteen minutes going over witty conversation starters that will surely make him fall for you, only for you to stutter out a “h-hi, Sunghoon,” when he finally reaches the counter.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he jokes, and you laugh a bit too hard for a comment that isn’t that funny.

“How are the renovations going?” you ask as you scan his articles - some more paint and brushes, lots of tile glue, a bunch of nails and two different sizes of turnscrews. He frowns in concentration at the snacks next to the counter until he caves in and gets a chocolate protein bar that’s more sugar than protein. 

“Pretty okay,” he starts. “I’m in a bit of a rush, cause Chaer is already coming in two weeks and I need to have finished at least the interior by that time. My dad’s friends helped me get the roof done, so that’s good, but now they’re all busy with other sites so it's just me. Right now I’m redoing the tiles in the bathrooms. You need so much damn glue,” he says with a chuckle.

You think for a second, then timidly offer, “I could help out, you know. If you needed me to.” 

He looks at you with raised eyebrows, halfway through getting his card out of his wallet. “Really?”

“I mean, I don’t have much experience with this kinda stuff, but I’ve picked up a few things here and there from working here. If it saves you time, I could do the easy things. This job isn’t particularly physically demanding so I’ve still got energy at the end of the day. That’s $78.96, please.”

A small smile appears on his face as he inserts his card into the reader. He punches in his code and then returns your gaze. “That could be nice, actually.”

And that’s how you find yourself over at Sunghoon’s house in denim shorts and your dad’s old t-shirts almost everyday for the next two weeks, helping him fix up the old two-storey home. He measures out the perfect length for wood planks or marble tiles that you assist him in fastening to the floors of different rooms and he fixes holes in walls that you paint over afterwards. Sometimes on your breaks, you share a bowl of cherries that you brought from your garden. (One morning, you tried to make cherry juice out of them, but when after almost two hours of pitting the liquid barely filled a glass, you decided that it was too much effort and that you’d keep on just eating them and baking the occasional pie.) You asked him to tell you what each of the rooms upstairs would be and you realized that the window of his room faced yours directly. The blinds were down as they had always been, so you hadn’t known what the room would be.

“I’ve been sleeping on the couch since I haven’t gotten around to fixing up this room yet. Guess I should get to it, though,” he says, giving you a look that blurs the meaning of his words so that you’re not sure what he’s implying, which happens a bit too often with Sunghoon.

And you’d think that spending the better part of two weeks with the current man of your dreams would be amazing, right? 

Wrong. It’s unbearable.

Maybe that’s exaggerating it - it’s mostly fun, and sometimes unbearable. Usually, you’re an avid fan of sexual tension, especially with attractive men like Sunghoon. Lingering gazes, eye contacts when there shouldn’t be any, remarks with a deeper meaning that they let on, barely-there touches on the back of your hand or on your waist that manage to take your breath away. These are all very fine things that keep your heart bouncing and a blush on your cheeks, but they are supposed to amount to something more in the end. Maybe you’re impatient, but after two weeks of sending sex through your eyes to Sunghoon, you get the feeling that he doesn’t reciprocate your desire. One afternoon, you’d made sure to go and sunbathe in your bikini at the exact moment he was doing some work outside, and even then, he merely gave your body a one-over and disappeared a few minutes later inside his house. When he came back about ten minutes later, he could still barely look at you.

At the same time, there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing when he stands close behind you, letting you feel the warmth of his chest against your back, big, rough hands enveloping yours as he demonstrates how to cut a plank of wood with the machine. There’s no way the way he smirks when the action turns you into a stammering mess is innocent, either.

Yet nothing happens. The tension is thick enough to be cut with a knife, but maybe Sunghoon hasn’t bought cutlery yet. The air is already heavy from the heat and the relentlessness of the sun, but this thing between you and him makes it almost suffocating, in somehow the best yet worst way possible. You’re this close to simply throwing your naked body at him, and it doesn’t help that you see his flexing, working muscles and beads of sweat on his hairline everyday. On the days he wears shorts, which is most days, all you can think of is getting off on his thick thighs, of his hands holding you tightly by the waist, of the way he’d look at you, eyes clouded over, of the words he’d whisper in your-

Your phone buzzes, interrupting you in your horny downward spiral. It’s your dear mother telling you to come home for dinner. As you pick up your phone, a second buzz. Ask Sunghoon if he wants to eat with us. 

You find him in his bedroom, adding the last touches to the walls. “I think I’ll be able to sleep here starting tomorrow night. I just need to go buy a bed,” he says when he sees your figure standing in the doorway.

“We can go together if you want,” you blurt before you can stop yourself. Hoping it’ll make you seem less weird, you add, “I’ve got really good taste in furniture.”

“Is that so?” he questions, turning to you with a smile. “I’d appreciate the second pair of eyes, actually. There’s a lot of things I need to get.”

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna comment on it, but I think you’ll end up needing more than a couch, a plastic dining table and two chairs,” you tease, making him roll his eyes lightheartedly. “We can go to that huge second-hand store they have just outside of town. You’ll be surprised how good - and cheap - the furniture is there.”

“Sounds good,” he nods, and checks his watch. “Are you going home?”

“I am. My mom’s invited you over for dinner, if you’d like,” you say, tilting your head at him.

He raises his eyebrows in delighted surprise. “I’d love to. Just need to shower first.”

“That’s fine. I’ll go home, just come over whenever you’re ready.” You exchange quick see you laters and you head home, taking a shower yourself and making sure to use your best-smelling body lotion.

Sunghoon arrives half an hour later with a bouquet of roses in his hands and an award-winning smile on his face. You let him in and he greets your parents, offering your mother the bouquet. “Sorry I took so much time getting here, I wanted to pick these out as a thank you.”

You can tell your mother is pleased to the heavens as she waves him off, leading him inside your house. “That’s awfully nice of you, Mr Park-”

“Call me Sunghoon, please,” he says with a warm smile.

“Right, Sunghoon. And no worries, you’re just on time. Please, sit.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Oh, no, you’re working all day fixing up that house, just sit and relax. We’re very happy to have you over, aren’t we?” your mother says, sending a very obvious smile your way, which makes you furrow your eyebrows and shake your head lightly at her, silently telling her to shut up. Sunghoon chuckles at the exchange but says nothing and you want to bury yourself and your mother ten feet underground.

Sunghoon sits across from you at the dinner table, which allows you to stare unabashedly at him as he works his charm on your parents. He’s the neighbor, so technically, he’s not a boyfriend you brought home to meet them, but still, you can’t help but compare him to those few boys that you did bring home. None of them were a disaster, but none of them went as smoothly as this, either. There were always some awkward silences and dry chuckles with your past boyfriends, but Sunghoon clearly knows how to make parents happy. Maybe because he lived with his ex’s parents for so long, or maybe because he’s a parent himself. Either way, it only adds to your desire to take all of his clothes and let him rail you into next week. Too bad he clearly doesn’t feel the same way, you remind yourself with an audible sigh, which makes him look curiously at you, but you brush it off with a smile.

You watch as he accepts a beer, compliments the food and the house, talks football with your dad, accepts another beer, and shares teaching anecdotes with your mom, who herself is an elementary school teacher. You jump in every now and then when you have something witty to add or someone asks your opinion on something, but most of the time, you sit back and enjoy, happy that everything is going well. 

You bring out your infamous cherry pie that you’d baked the previous day along with some vanilla ice cream for dessert, and smile when Sunghoon tells you how much he’d been waiting to have some of it again, trying not to blush as his gaze stays focused on yours for a second too long. Thankfully, your parents don’t notice, too busy cutting themselves a slice. 

He stays for another hour or so, until the sun has set and the streetlamps and the moonlight are the only things keeping the world visible. Your mom forces him to accept tupperwares full of leftovers from the night and makes him promise to come back with his daughter. Sneakily, she tells you to help him carry the tupperwares home even though he’s more than able to do it himself, then hugs him goodbye, hurrying you out of the door.

Sunghoon hasn’t yet changed the lightbulbs to more efficient ones, so his kitchen bathes in the faint glow of the overhead lighting as you put away the leftovers in his fridge. He stands a bit to your right close behind you, closer than needed to simply hand you the tupperwares he was holding. When everything is stored, you turn around, but you’re trapped between his body and his arm that holds the fridge door open. With his free hand, he takes you by the waist and pulls you gently towards him. “Careful,” he says so quietly, it’s almost a whisper, and closes the fridge door behind you. 

He’s never been this forward with you, and even though you’ve fantasized many times about this exact moment, now that it’s really happening, you don’t know what to do except to search for an explanation in his eyes. His eyes that are looking right into yours and are a bit clouded over, from the alcohol or the proximity between the two of you or both, you don’t know, but that also have the twinkle of a smile in them. 

His lips are close enough to kiss, you think, and as if on cue, his gaze drifts down to your slightly parted lips. “You’re very pretty, Y/N,” he says, before sealing your lips with his own. You respond immediately to his kiss - you’ve thought too much about it to stand there and do nothing - but it’s all so slow and so soft that you’re not sure if it’s actually happening, so dreamlike it all feels.

You’re called back to reality when his other hand finds your waist, your own hands coming up to his shoulders before one of them snakes its way to the nape of his neck, tugging lightly at his hair. This seems to change something in Sunghoon, who all of a sudden tightens his hold on your waist, his arms wrapping around it to bring you closer to him. His kiss gets faster and deeper too, and, to your surprise but not your distaste, a bit desperate. You’re happy if you have on him half of the power he has on you. You taste sweet vanilla ice cream and tangy beer on his tongue, and it’s not at all unpleasant. It makes you want to eat cherries together so you can then taste them in his kiss. 

A lustful sigh escapes your lips and then the warmth disappears all at once. Sunghoon looks at you like you just woke him up from a deep slumber and takes a step back away from you. You call out for him worriedly and the sound of his name seems to make him think he did something terribly wrong.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N, I don’t know what came over me. We shouldn’t do this, it’s not- I shouldn’t have done that,” he sighs, looking defeatedly at the ground.

“Why?” you ask quietly, almost inaudible.

“You should go home,” he snaps, then closes his eyes as if in pain, cringing at his harsh tone. “I’m sorry. I think you should go home, it’s getting late,” he repeats, softer this time, but the words still sting.

“O-okay,” you say to the floor, already feeling tears well up in your eyes. You feel like you just got rejected by your high school crush, and the humiliation makes you want to crawl into a hole and die. 

Sunghoon sighs again. “I’ll let you know tomorrow about the furniture shopping, yeah? Chaeryeong is coming in the morning so we can go with her.”

“O-okay,” you repeat, surprised he still wants to do that with you. “Good night, Sunghoon,” you say without looking at him and scurry out of his house.

“Good night, Y/N,” Sunghoon answers to the emptiness after you’ve left, touching his lips with the tips of his fingers and feeling the ghost of your kiss there.

—

Truth be told, you haven’t always loved cherries. Because of a heinous lie your older brother had made you believe when you were just six years old, you hadn’t eaten cherries for two summers in a row. It was the summer your parents had finally allowed you to eat cherries as they came from the trees in your backyard - beforehand, they’d been too scared that you’d choke on the pit or swallow it unknowingly, and had always prepared purées or other forms that cherries can take for you to eat, so to be finally handed the small fruit and told “go ahead, try it,” felt like an honor. 

A simple “don’t forget to spit out the pit” from your mother had sufficed for you to be careful, and yet, your brother had thought a fear tactic would be more effective. “If you swallow it, a tree will grow inside your belly and make you puke out cherries,” he’d lied when it was just the two of you at the outdoor table. 

“Really?” you asked him in disbelief, horror written all over your face as you looked at the seemingly harmless yet deadly fruit in your hand. You’d already eaten two and were in the middle of eating a third; your brother nodding ‘yes’ in response was all it took for you to spit out the cherry furiously and immediately start sobbing, afraid you’d swallowed one even though all three pits were right there on the table, a guarantee that no unwanted flora would grow inside of you. 

Your mother rushed outside at the sound of your wailing and quickly put two and two together when she saw your brother laughing uncontrollably while you hid your face in your hands, desolately imagining your future as a walking cherry tree. She held you tight in her arms as she told your brother off and reassured you that he was just playing a stupid prank on you. Still, the simple thought of swallowing a pit had terrified you and you were unable to eat cherries for the remainder of the summer and the one after that.

This is the story you tell Chaeryeong and her dad as the three of you sit outside together, making them laugh - although, a few minutes later, when Sunghoon is gone to the bathroom away, Chaer leans over the table and whispers, “It’s not true, is it?” so you reassure her that you’ve eaten cherries your whole life and have never had one single root take life in your tummy. 

It’s been a bit over a week after you shared that kiss in his kitchen, and the awkward atmosphere is just starting to fade. You’re glad he didn’t ignore you after that night, even if pretending nothing happened when both of you are very aware that something did happen is only the slightly better alternative. It’s a refreshing change from boys that sleep with you and then act like you don’t exist, for sure.

The kiss hasn’t done anything to burst the tension; if anything, it’s made it even more electric. You catch him looking at your lips more than once and you wonder why he still acts the same way as before when he’s made it very clear he didn’t think kissing you was a good idea. Catching him shirtless one night in his bedroom doesn’t help, and neither does him catching you staring at him - you’d quickly shut the curtains, but it was too late, and he’d seen you ogling his toned chest and abs.

At least, the fact that Chaeryeong is here forces a bubbly atmosphere upon you, and you hope you’re not crazy when you notice him fondly looking at the both of you interacting. Chaer is an outgoing little girl and seems to have liked you as soon as you complimented the toy puppy in her hand, saying you used to have the same and it was your favorite.

The day you went food shopping was practically hell to get through. One evening, you were holding onto Sunghoon for dear life, finally kissing him, and the next afternoon, you were browsing through the endless aisles of your local IKEA, holding his daughter’s hand and pretending like you hadn’t kissed her daddy.

When it got to the bedroom part of the store, you and Chaer decided to try all the mattresses and find the most comfortable one. You usually were never one for seating and laying on random beds in stores, but there was a kid with you, so you were sure it’d be fine. When you found the one you liked most, you looked up at Sunghoon from your position and said, “This one’s pretty good, Sunghoon.” His immediately reddening cheeks told you everything you needed to know and you quickly sat up, clearing your throat. He tested the mattress by pushing his palm against it and muttered a “yeah, it’s pretty good” before scribbling down the number of the mattress onto the small sheet of paper customers use to remember which products they wanted.

Of course, now that Chaer is with him and most of the work in the house is done, save for some minor things that Sunghoon can finish up on his own, you spend a lot less time together. You hate that you miss him so much. You miss the way he makes you feel, like your whole body is on fire with just one look or one touch, the way his stupid jokes make you laugh or how endeared he looks when he talks about his daughter. Seeing him with her only adds to your stupid crush - he’s doting, protective and caring, makes sure she has everything to be happy and manages to treat her at once like the kid that she is but also like a human that has opinions and feelings. He’s a really good dad, and that does nothing whatsoever to stop your DILF fantasies, although now, it’s really Sunghoon that you want, and the fact that he’s a dad isn’t a dealbreaker, it just makes him that much better.

You hate that you miss him, and yet being with him is somehow worse, because you can’t do any of the things you want to do. You fall asleep one two many nights dreaming about his lips and how nice it’d be to feel them again - on your lips, on your neck, everywhere. You want to feel him everywhere, and this longing lust is starting to drive you crazy. You’d never wanted anyone this much.

He invites you over for dinner one night, and the look he gives you when he opens the door sends a shiver right down your spine. “Hi, Y/N.” 

“Hi, Sunghoon.”

He leads you into the kitchen with a hand on your waist, even though you’ve been in his house many times before and need no assistance getting there. A small, horny voice at the back of your head tells you that tonight may be the night, but you quickly shut it down, not wanting to get your hopes up all on your own.

Sunghoon serves you a glass of red wine, and you ask him what the occasion is. “Just to celebrate the house being almost done,” he answers with a smile.

Dinner would have gone as usual if Sunghoon wasn’t practically staring you down the whole time, eyes full of something you can’t quite put your finger on and that drives you crazy. His gaze lingers on you every time you speak, and he punctuates the syllables of your name like he’s trying to get a feel for them on his tongue.

Your heart is pounding in your chest when the clock strikes nine p.m. and it’s time for Chaeryeong to go to bed - you don’t know if you’ll be able to handle being alone with Sunghoon, and you might have to make a run for it, Cinderella-style. 

Chaer goes to the bathroom to wash up and change into her pajamas, and when she comes back, she asks - no, demands - that you’re the one who tucks her in, and who are you to say no to the cutest little girl on Earth? She holds you by the pinky as she drags you up the stairs to her room then buries herself in her covers, tapping on the bed next to her body for you to sit there. “Okay, now we can talk without Dad around,” she says all business-like.

She tells you about the boys at her school and the birthday party she went to last week and the latest drama with her friends. The both of you are too busy chatting and giggling to hear footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping at her door, hiding behind the wall. After ten minutes, she yawns loudly and says, “Can you call Dad? I think he’ll be sad if he doesn’t wish me good night.”

“Of course,” you reply and kiss her on the forehead, wishing her a good night yourself. You’re only half-surprised to find Sunghoon at the doorway, waiting for his cue.

“Wait up for me, yeah? I’ll just be a minute,” he says, that smile still on his lips, that smile that keeps you hoping.

“Okay,” you whisper, and head downstairs, nervously taking a sip from your wine glass as you wait for him on the living room couch.

He is indeed back in a very short time, too short a time for your nerves to settle, so when he sits down close to you on the couch, body turned towards yours, you can feel your heart in your throat. He traces the rim of his glass with the tip of his pointer finger and you both watch the slow movement for a bit, a heavy silence hanging over both of your heads. You wait for him to talk because you’re too scared of what you might say if you start the conversation.

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking,” he starts shakily, “about um, our kiss, the other day-”

“Oh, we don’t need to talk about that,” you quickly interrupt, waving your hand in dismissal at him. “You made it clear you didn’t like it-”

“No, that’s the thing-”

“And that you thought it was a bad idea-”

“No, just listen-”

“So let’s just forget about it, and-”

“Y/N,” Sunghoon says in a stern voice, raising his tone just enough to make you stop in your rambling.

“Yeah?” you look up at him, eyes wide open. Expecting, as always.

“I haven’t once stopped thinking about that kiss,” he says, sounding out-of-breath. “I handled it awfully, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t like it, because, God, I liked it. A lot,” he chuckles. “Maybe even too much.”

There they are, the words you’ve been dying to hear. Yet all you can say is a stupid “Oh.”

“I just… I was tipsy, and Chaeryeong was coming the next morning, and I panicked. I didn’t know what to do for the rest of the week, and you didn’t say anything, so I didn’t, either. But I can’t pretend like it isn’t there.”

“Like what isn’t there?” you echo, voice almost low as a whisper.

“You know… this,” he replies, voice as low as yours. Slowly, one of his hands comes up to trace your jawline. You release a shaky breath as you set your wine glass on the coffee table and rest your hand on his knee.

“Are you sure about this? ‘Cause if you tell me that you want me… then I’ll be all yours, Sunghoon,” you murmur, hands slowly sliding up his thigh. He takes you by the wrist and puts your hand right on top of his already growing erection, letting you know exactly how he feels about you.

“God, can’t you see what you do to me? I want you so bad, Y/N,” he almost growls, and with that, his lips are on yours, trapping you into a kiss far hungrier and more ferocious than the previous kiss, your mutual intentions finally laid out in front of you for you both to see.

Sunghoon wastes no time as he grabs you by the waist and brings you to his lap, sitting you on top of his crotch so that you can feel his hardening cock against your core. The kiss turns desperate in mere seconds, and you’re relieved to see that Sunghoon seems to have been waiting for this as long and with as much ardor as you have. Your hands are fisting his hair, tugging almost harshly, while his hands roam the expanse of your back until they settle on your ass, grabbing at it to press you closer to him. You can’t stop yourself from moaning into his mouth when his erection rubs over your core in just the right way, and he takes that opportunity to add tongue to the kiss, deepening it.

You start to grind yourself against him, which he helps you do by slightly rutting his hips into yours and bringing your ass closer at every movement. Quickly, you fall into a rhythm so perfect and that feels so good, you think you might explode right then and there. Forget riding his thigh, this is infinitely better.

Needing to catch your breath, you pull away from the kiss, but your lips find his jaw immediately and you start pressing wet, needy kisses there and down his neck, sucking in some spots so that light bruises appear. “Fuck, Y/N, that feels so nice,” he breathes, eyes shut closed. His scent drives you crazy, and his small praise makes you double down on your actions, almost biting the soft skin of his neck.

As you continue kissing him there, occasionally returning to his lips for more, his hands roam your thighs and then up your back, snaking themselves under your t-shirt and finding the clasp of your bra, quickly doing away with it. He pulls away just so he can help you out of your top and takes your bra off of you, hands caressing your sides as he admires your half-naked body in all its glory. You take his hands and bring them to your chest, resting your hands on top of his as you continue grinding onto him and let him play with your boobs. “You’re so fucking hot,” he practically moans, making you chuckle. You reach for the hem of his t-shirt, because it’s only fair that you get to see him too, and you bite back a moan when he uses the absence of your hands on his to pinch your nipples lightly, then takes one in his mouth, catching you off-guard. You forget all about your plan of undressing him as his tongue flicks at the perked bud, your hands finding his hair again as you moan unabashedly. 

“S-Sunghoon,” you breathe, the combined feelings of his now fully hard cock pressing against your clothed but soaking cunt and of his warm mouth around your nipples really getting to your head and making you see stars, so that all you can say is his name. “Please,” you beg, you’re not sure what for. Mercy, perhaps. Or release.

“Please what, baby?” he asks, and the nickname goes straight to your core.

“I don’t- just, please, Sunghoon, please,” you say incoherently, making him chuckle.

“Okay,” he says as if he can read your mind, and you think he actually does when he lays you down on the couch, fingers finding the zipper of your shorts. He unbuttons them and slides them down your legs along with your soaked panties. He makes sure they’re fully off of your body before running his palms up both of your legs, from your ankles to your hips.

“Don’t tease, please,” you plead, too desperate for him to take his time.

“As you wish, princess,” he smirks, and brings a finger to your folds, sliding it down to gather some slick before pushing it inside your hole. Your back arches as an instant response to his touch and you let out a small whine, already craving for more. “Fuck, so wet, and all for me, yeah?” he questions, his eyes not once leaving your glistening pussy.

“Yes,” you breathe out, mind too fuzzy to produce a longer sentence.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos, and adds another finger, pushing all three of his knuckles in and massaging your sweet spot as soon as he finds it. When he’s found a rhythm for his motions, he finally looks up at you and curses himself for not having watched your face earlier. Head tilted back in pleasure, mouth agape as your breathing gets more and more irregular and eyebrows scrunched together, you look like the definition of sex, and it takes everything in Sunghoon to not start touching himself.

He forces himself to look away from you only to focus back on your pussy and notices your swollen clit that is begging for attention. He licks it tentatively, and when your back arches at the feeling of his tongue on you, he dives in completely, licking a stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking at it like he did with your nipples earlier. The pace at which his fingers are pumping out of you quickens and you’re pulling so hard at his hair, you think you might rip some strands off. You feel yourself getting close, and you’re reminded of all those frustrating encounters with college boys where they stopped right before you came, so you can’t stop yourself as you desperately chant “oh my God please don’t stop please don’t stop,” not even noticing the way you’re holding his head down against your clit and bucking your hips into his face.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck - this is probably the first one you’ve received from someone other than your own hand or your vibrator in the past year and a half. It takes your breath away, and you’re left gasping for air for a good thirty seconds, your mind reeling from the intensity of such pleasure. When you calm down, you lift your head to look at Sunghoon who’s already watching you with a grin on his face, your slick coating his chin and mouth.

You plop your head back down with a groan when realization hits you. “I’m sor-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Sunghoon commands, hands rubbing your still-trembling thighs. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he marvels, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Really?”

“Really.”

After another couple of seconds, you sit up on the couch and send Sunghoon a mischievous look. My turn, you think, and if his smile is any indicator then he seems to have understood. “Let me thank you,” you say, gesturing at him to sit up himself as you lower yourself to your knees on the couch in front of him.

You look up at him from between his thighs then unclasp his belt and undo his jeans. He lets out a shaky breath and says, “You don’t need to do this, you know-”

“Don’t be a gentleman, Sunghoon. I want to do this and I know you want it too. It’s pretty obvious,” you tease as you run your hand over his erection, watching in delight as his eyebrows furrow and his eyes close. “Now help me get these off of you.” He nods and raises his hips so you can take his jeans and underwear off, imitating his actions from before as you take your time to get them over his ankles and caressing his legs until they reach his crotch, watching as he takes his t-shirt off as well so that you can finally see him entirely. You’d caught glimpse of him shirtless before as he worked in his garden, but the sight still manages to take your breath away. Taut muscles and sun-tanned skin, laid bare right before you. This is what they mean by sculpted like a Greek god, you think.

You haven’t done anything, yet his head is already laid back against the top of the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps in expectation and chest rising visibly at every intake of breath. You must’ve saved a thousand souls in your previous life to be deserving of such an image.

You spit in your palm before taking him, starting out by slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft, then rubbing small circles against his tip, the small moan-like sighs that leave his lips letting you know you’re doing a good job. You gather some saliva in your mouth and spit on his length to add some lubricant and smirk when he lets out a low fuck. You bring your head closer and lick his balls, taking one at a time in your mouth and sucking very gently, making the volume of his moans increase. “Just like- fuck, just like that, Y/N.”

You then lick a long stripe up his cock and swirl your tongue around his tip when you reach it, humming at the taste of precum there. Sunghoon gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail so it doesn’t get in your way, and finally looks down at you, blown away by the beautiful sight of your flushed cheeks and your mouth around his cock. He groans when you take him deeper and unconsciously bucks his hips into your throat, making you gag around him. He loves that feeling but doesn’t want to hurt you so he grabs your face and makes you look up at him, lust and worry written all over his face as he apologizes, but you quickly stop him. “It’s okay, I like it. You can do it again,” you say, and smile before wrapping your lips around him once more.

“Fuck, are you sure?” he asks and you hum, sending vibrations all over his body.

“God, o-okay,” he says, in disbelief that you’re okay with him practically fucking your throat and even liking it. And you do like it - you love letting him use your mouth to get off, just like you had earlier with him. He must have amazing core strength because he’s able to buck his hips into your mouth rapidly as he holds your head tight in his hands. The way you keep coming back for more every time he lets you breathe is enough to drive him crazy, but after a couple minutes, he stops you from taking him in your mouth again.

“I can’t- I don’t wanna cum like this,” he breathes, looking just as fucked-out as you do.

“Where, then?” you ask, kissing him all over his thighs as he trails his fingers through your hair. “Inside?”

He groans at the offer but shakes his head, eyes shut as if trying to calm himself down. “I haven’t got any condoms.”

“I’m on the pill,” you tell him, still pressing kisses on his warm skin. You’re far too desperate to feel him inside you to let a lack of condom stop you, especially when you don’t even need one.

He lets out an umpteenth shaky breath and makes you look up at him. “Are you sure?”

“Sunghoon,” you say, looking him dead in the eyes, “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” You’re relieved when he smiles and nods, bending down to trap your lips in a heated kiss for good measure. Something about being in this position, kneeling in front of his spread thighs and having to look up at him, turns you on even more.

“Okay, then,” he says, still smiling as he pulls away, holding you gently by the chin. “I don’t think I’ll be able to last long, and I want to feel you cum around me. So, tell me, what’s your favorite position, princess?”

The question takes you aback but you answer it anyway, looking at the ground. “Reverse cowgirl…” you admit shyly, a small smile spreading on your lips.

“Reverse cowgirl, huh?” Sunghoon repeats, and you don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking. “Come here, then,” he says, and helps you up, making you turn around so your back faces him and seats you down on top of him, keeping your hips raised. He takes his cock inside his hands, pumps it a few more times before guiding it to your entrance, pressing kisses to your shoulders and nape to make you relax. 

You moan at the simple feeling of his tip teasing your entrance and Sunghoon whispers “I know, baby” against your skin. “Sit down for me,” he commands gently, and you oblige, lowering your hips slowly to feel all of him stretching you out, the both of you moaning in synchronization when he bottoms out.

Sunghoon wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you onto him so that your back rests against his chest and you can let your head hang back next to his. “Let me do all the work, yeah?” he murmurs into your ear, and you hum in response. He doesn’t move for a bit, roaming his large hands all over your body until he feels your walls relax around him. One of his hands finds your breasts, playing with each nipple in turn, while the other finds your clit. It’s all so much but so good that you’re already a moaning mess before he’s even started moving. “Ready?” he asks, but you’re too far gone to answer.

His pace starts out slow, but you’re impatient and whine as you try to move your hips against his to go faster, which makes him tut. “I told you I’d do the work, didn’t I?” he asks, pinching one of your nipples in reprimand. “So be good for me and stay still, Y/N. I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You whine again but stop moving, heeding his words.

“Perfect,” he whispers and kisses your neck before picking up the pace, shushing you when your moans get too loud.

“I’m sorry, just feels too good,” you manage to let out.

“I know, but you need to stay quiet, baby,” he says, yet gets rougher with his thrusts, which does not help in the slightest. His hand that was on your breasts comes up to cover your mouth, but he quickly decides to make you suck on two of his fingers instead, muffling your moans a bit.

His fingers on your clit haven’t relented this whole time and after just a few minutes, you feel that familiar knot tying itself again in your stomach and you know you’re mere moments away from it coming undone. Judging by his rapid but clumsy thrusts, Sunghoon must be close too. He pounds into you like you’ve been wanting him to ever since you first set eyes on him as he entered the hardware store, hitting your g-spot over and over again. Tears roll down your cheeks and you whimper around his fingers, biting down on them as your second orgasm hits you.

You’re practically sobbing as he helps you ride out your high, his movements sending your body into pleasant overstimulation until he reaches his high too, the feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around him pushing him over the edge. Ropes of his semen paint your walls white, and there’s enough of it for him to become a father of two. You whine as he pulls away, and feel his cum slipping out of you and onto the couch underneath you. Before you can catch your breath, he asks, “Baby, can I do something very dirty?” and you nod without thinking much. This man could do anything he wanted to you, and you’d thank him for it.

He settles you back down onto the couch, kneels on the floor, head level with your core, and sticks his tongue inside your hole, making you yelp in surprise and overstimulation. You don’t understand what he’s doing until he comes back up and makes you open your mouth with his thumb, then spits inside it, telling you to swallow. You do as he says and taste his cum, laughing in disbelief at what he just did - and at how much you liked it. “Fuck,” you giggle.

“Was that too much?” 

“God, no,” you say, and he smiles. You open your arms, gesturing for him to get back on the couch. He rests his head between your breasts, the both of you sighing in contentment as he rubs small circles on your belly and you graze your fingers through his hair. He’s so silent that you think he’s fallen asleep, but he speaks up after a while, voice soft and calm like you’ve never heard before.

“We should go get cleaned up…” he says, and you hum in agreement, “...but it’s so nice here,” he finishes, making you giggle.

“If we get cleaned up quickly now, we can cuddle in bed right afterwards,” you argue.

“You’re right. Infallible logic. You’re so smart, you know that, Y/N?” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Of course I know that,” you joke. “Let’s go,” you say, kissing the top of his head.

You take a shower together, cleaning each other and leaving kisses here and there, or touching in places you shouldn’t touch and that maybe lead to more, right there in the shower. Now that you’ve had a taste, you’re insatiable, and you warn Sunghoon that the both of you are in for a very long night, to which he answers that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once you do fall asleep, (which isn’t until two rounds later, and you’re surprised either of you have this much energy), however, you’re holding each other tightly, the fan on high so that you don’t feel all sticky, being so close to each other. Even if you wake up here and there because he shuffled or he snored too loudly, it’s one of the best sleeps you’ve ever had.

—

You wake up the next morning by small giggles and snorts that come from none other than Park Chaeryeong herself, who’s buried herself between you and her dad, shaking her body to wake the two of you. You’re glad that you listened to Sunghoon when he told you to put on a t-shirt of his as well as some underwear so neither you or Chaer would have a fright when she came and woke you up as she liked to do every morning. “You had a sleepover!” she exclaims excitedly when she sees you’ve finally opened your eyes, looking at her with a sleepy expression and a smile.

“We did!” you reply, trying to keep the same level of excitement.

“We did,” Sunghoon repeats, taking his daughter in her arms to hug her tightly and blows a raspberry in her neck to make her laugh.

“You didn’t invite me!” she shrieks when her dad’s left her alone.

“Sorry, sweetheart. It was just me and Y/N.”

“No fun,” she pouts, laying on her back and crossing over arms before turning back to her dad. “So, is Y/N my new mom?” she whispers even though you’re right there. You gasp at her question, making wide eyes at Sunghoon who just snorts, and you can’t tell if she’s genuinely asking or if she’s an eight-year-old with an advanced sense of irony.

“Of course not. Is Heeseung your new dad?” he asks, mentioning his ex’s new boyfriend. Chaer shakes her head.

“No. He’s Mommy’s boyfriend.”

“Exactly, and Y/N is Daddy’s girlfriend. Isn’t she?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, smirking.

“She is,” you reply, and Chaer turns back to you, giggling. She snuggles close to you, wrapping an arm around your middle, and you’re taken aback by the sheer cuteness of it all. You look at Sunghoon with a fake pained expression, and he smiles endearingly at the two of you before sighing and joining you in your hug. He rests his arms around you and his daughter, kissing the top of your heads in turn. 

“My girls,” he mutters in your hair, and you smile peacefully.

There’s a lot of things you have to talk about with Sunghoon. You know your parents - especially your mom - will be okay with the two of you together, but will his parents be? And once semester starts again, what will happen? You’ll have to go back to campus and he’ll have to stay here - will a three-hour drive be a dealbreaker, or will you make it work?

The thing is, there’s no point in thinking about all of this at this moment. You’ve got the whole summer to figure things out. For now, you’ll eat cherries and spit out the pits, and everything will be perfect.

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you're kinda perfect | seonghwa x reader

pairing: seonghwa x f!reader

genre: smut with plot

wc: 7.2k + 1.1k completely self serving epilogue 

synopsis: your best friend seonghwa is the one who finds you mid fight with your boyfriend after you found him cheating. the only place you can think to go after is his house.

warnings/content: adult dialogue, drinking, intoxicated then sober reader, violence (grabbing the reader, hitting not directed at the reader), best friends to lovers, sexual content: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), use of baby girl and baby as pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it up ppl), creampie, very very soft dom Seonghwa let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: repost from my old blog I deleted <3 that one is gone so feel free to interact with this post too!

“You absolute piece of shit.” The words coming out of your mouth were a hate filled whisper as you beheld the scene in front of you. Standing in the too brightly lit for your intoxicated eyes room was your boyfriend- soon to be ex- with his cock halfway down some girl’s throat.

“Babe- fuck- shit, it’s not what it looks like!” Your boyfriend yelled after you as he shoved the confused girl off him and frantically tried to zip up while you stormed away.

Tears burned your eyes that you’d normally try to hold in, but due to your current level of intoxication they flowed freely down your cheeks. You wiped them away roughly while continuing down the hall to the stairs that led to the main level of the house.

You’d been planning this party for weeks after you and your friends realized the schedules finally matched up perfectly and you all had the night off. Still, you had to practically beg Hongjoong to abandon his studio for one evening, but he agreed with the persuasion from you and the other members. You had no idea who invited the random people that were now flowing through your boyfriend’s house, one currently on the floor of his bathroom very confused, but you thought it was a fun turn of events until exactly now.

Now you were hesitating at the top of the stairs as you couldn’t get the tears to stop rolling down your face for long enough to walk through the party, and all of your friends, that waited below.  

“Y/n can you just let me explain, please.” A hand was on your arm in an instant and you were being yanked to face your boyfriend, face still flushed, and belt undone from what you walked in on.

“There’s nothing to explain.” You said harshly while trying your best to hide your very visible tears. This wasn’t exactly the first time he had made you cry, not even the first time this week. However, the usual tears of sadness or frustration were now mixed with anger that was on a steady incline.

All your friends hated your boyfriend, but you constantly told them that they never saw the real him. He could be loving and sincere and passionate, but he also had a horrible temper, always had to be right, and was so secretive despite the entire year you had been together. Well, you supposed now you knew why, and it was the I told you so’s waiting at the bottom of those stairs that had you hesitating in the first place.

“Would you just listen to me- “His voice began to raise as you continued to stare at the ground, “Fucking look at me y/n!” Suddenly, his free hand grabbed your jaw forcing your face up to make eye contact with him.

You immediately flinched away at the painful touch, but his grip on your arm and face was enough that you couldn’t immediately break free. He was definitely drunk.

“Now, you’re going to fucking listen to me.” He said through clenched teeth, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath this close to your face. “You don’t understand she- “

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” You jumped slightly at the sudden voice from behind you, having not heard who it was come up the stairs at all. Each word was enunciated clearly and although you’d never heard such pure hatred from him, you immediately recognized who it was and felt your face turn deep red.

The sudden interruption startled your boyfriend enough for him to drop your face from his grasp, and your guess was confirmed when you made eye contact with your close friend Seonghwa standing at the top of the stairs. At least you thought it was him, his face was nearly unrecognizable with the pure unfiltered rage painted across it.

“Seonghwa- “You started about to tell him you were okay and could handle it. For some reason you were more concerned with him seeing you like this than the situation at hand. He was your friend, and he’d seen you more than once after a bad fight with your ex, but he’d never witnessed one. Never knew that the fights you described as ‘not that big of a deal’ were parallels to this. You could still feel your cheeks burning as you tried to form some kind of sentence that would get him to let you deal with this alone.

“Or what?” Your boyfriend interrupted before you could get your words out, “Why don’t you mind your own fucking- “

You weren’t entirely sure how he moved so close without you realizing, but suddenly the pressure on your arm was gone and you heard a thud as your boyfriend’s head hit the wall and then another as his body hit the floor. Seonghwa’s touch was feather light as he placed an arm on your shoulder and ushered you down the stairs quickly while your boyfriend continued to shout after you.

“Fuck!” He screamed, “I think you broke my fucking nose!” You could hardly hear his final words as you were whisked away, Seonghwa still just barely touching you enough to keep you grounded as he guided you straight through the bodies on the main level and out the front door.

“Wait, was that Seonghwa and y/n?” You heard from a familiar voice as you two rushed by, but you were already on front steps of the house when you tried too glace over at who it was. Seonghwa stopped then and gently pushed a piece of solid plastic into your hand.

“My car is right across the street; give me a minute and I’ll be back to take you wherever you need to go- or you can just take it if you don’t feel comfortable with that.” Your mind was still trying to catch up to your feet as you blinked up at Seonghwa trying to register his words. “Sorry I couldn’t warm it up for you.” You felt a heaviness across your shoulders as he took off his jacket and placed it across them before turning and going back inside, shutting the door behind him.

Your body began to move on autopilot as you registered the sharp chill in the winter air, and you walked yourself to his car. On instinct you got in the passenger’s side and only once you put the key in the ignition and the heat kicked on did you finally registered everything that just happened.

Your boyfriend cheated on you, you had walked in on it, and now you were sitting in the car of the man- your friend- who just broke his nose and offered you to take his car if you needed to without a second thought.

Surprisingly, the tears had already dried up and been replaced with anger and some sort of humiliation. You let out a loud breath and buried your head in your hands trying to gather your thoughts.  

If you were being honest with yourself, you always suspected your boyfriend was not entirely faithful. When you confronted him in the past it had ended with you somehow being the one to apologize in tears. Back then he had yelled at you, asking how you could say you loved him but not trust him. It was the blind trust you gave him after that which landed you in this exact situation. Yeah, you were angry, so fucking angry, but also you were embarrassed that you never saw through that manipulation.

You were about two seconds from going back through that door to break another bone in his body, but when you looked out the window you saw Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Yunho having a conversation outside and gesturing to the car you currently waited in. You ducked down on instinct before realizing it was 1. completely dark outside, and 2. the tint on these windows wouldn’t let them see in anyways.

Fuuuck. Everyone must know what happened now. This was just perfect. You buried your head in your hands for the second time and sighed deeply, still trying to fight the dizziness from the drinks on top of all this.

A light knock on the car window peaked your attention and you looked up to see Seonghwa standing there before rolling it down a bit for him.

“Okay if I join you in there?” He asked cautiously, his breath visible in the winter air. It was funny that he was asking permission to be let into his own car, but you just nodded in response, rolling up the window and unlocking the doors as he jogged around to the driver’s side and got in.

The cold air blew in just for a moment before Seonghwa closed the door and rubbed his hands together to warm them. It was just then that you remembered the jacket draped across your shoulders, the faint smell of vanilla and bourbon surrounding you. The air hung heavy as you weren’t sure what to say, what the hell is a person supposed to say in a situation like this? Thank you?

“So,” Seonghwa spoke softly breaking the silence before you attempted to, “Where to?”

Well, wasn’t that the million-dollar question. Your first instinct was home, but it only took a second for you to veto that decision thinking about your boyfriend’s stuff thrown about everywhere from the previous night he stayed over. That really only left one option this late into the night.

“Um, can you just take me to your place?” You asked meeting his gaze for the first time. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and his hair swept every which way probably from the wind, the party, and whatever else happened for the five minutes he left you alone.

His gaze softened the minute you met his eyes and finished your question before he replied, “Of course.”

The car was nearly silent aside from the faint music playing on the radio as he drove you through the city streets the short distance to his house. All of their house. You’d been their countless times before, and maybe it should’ve been the first red flag that your boyfriend never really cared how much time you spent at the household of eight other men, but everything was making more sense in hindsight.

You silently hoped the other members took their time before coming back home as you stared out the window. There’s no doubt they would all do their best to raise your spirits, but you might actually hurt Wooyoung if he said anything that even sounded like the words, “I told you so.”

Besides, out of the eight of them it was close, but Seonghwa was definitely who you were the best friends with. You spoke to him almost daily, and it was usually him who was the first to invite you over or along with the other guys on a night out. The few times you had stayed the night it was also Seonghwa’s bed who you opted to sleep in, not only because it was the cleanest and because he always offered to sleep on the couch, but because you were just simply the most comfortable with him.

The short drive came to an end in front of the house and Seonghwa quickly turned the car off to go around and open your door for you. It almost made you laugh as you glanced at his already bruising knuckles that he still made sure you didn’t open your own door.

You followed him up the familiar steps to the door and were greeted with darkness and silence when you stepped into the entry way. The faintest smile place on your lips as you acknowledged he must’ve been the last one out of the house for all the lights and electronics to be turned off.

The space by the front door was tight as he shut the door behind the two of you quickly to not let too much of the cold in. Silence hung in the air for a second as neither of you moved or spoke, not too sure what the most appropriate response to the past half hour would be.

The sadness had gone while you were still in the car, and now being removed from the situation in the gentle calm of their dark house, the anger was fading with it. The lingering feeling of hurt was what made you take the half step forward and close the distance between the two of you.

After just a moment’s hesitation, Seonghwa’s arms followed what your own did and wrapped around you tightly, pulling you in to his chest. A soft hum escaped your lips at the warmth and the smell of him. He was the definition of comfort, even after the violence you witnessed, there wasn’t anywhere you’d feel safer at this level of vulnerability.

“What do you think you need right now y/n?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, “Anything at all and I’ll do it.”

Anything. He was willing to do anything for you right now.

“Honestly?” You started, breaking the hug slightly and looking up at him, “I think I just really want a shower.” And you did. You needed to remove any physical trace of this night from you and be done with it.

“Of course,” He smiled softly at you, “Just a sec.” With that he fully let go and walked down the hall to the door you knew was his. It was just moments before you heard the water running presumably heating up for you.

You followed the sound and light down the hall and stood in the doorway as Seonghwa laid down a small pile of clothes and towels for you on his bed. He looked up, seeming slightly flustered and said, “Sorry, I grabbed some clothes you might want to change in to… If you want, I can take any of the members clothes too, if those would be more comfortable?”

You offered him a slightly sleepy smile as the exhaustion from the evening wore down on you coupled with the humidity from the heating shower. “Yours are great Hwa, thank you.”

He smiled slightly and looked down before responding, “I’ll let you get to it then, just call for me if you need anything.”

A warm kind of sleepiness waved over you as you climbed into the hot shower, stinging slightly before your skin adjusted. You let the water wash over you for you don’t know how long before you explored the fancy soaps Seonghwa seemed to have a lot of and washed the evening off your body.

You frowned, noticing the slight bruise forming on your arm. Aggression wasn’t exactly a surprise from your ex-partner, but he’d never left a mark before. Your heart clenched slightly, a mix of emotions you didn’t fully understand flooding through you before you let out a long breath and physically shook the thoughts out of your head. It was definitely a bad idea to table these feelings for a later date, but you were allowed a few bad ideas after everything tonight.

You felt the water slowly beginning to go cold, bringing you out of your thoughts as you moved to turn the water off and step on to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

Oh fuck, you realized. You had left the towel and clothes Seonghwa laid out for you in his room. It wasn’t exactly a long distance between his bed and the door to the bathroom, but you weren’t sure if he had left the room after you had.

“Hey, Seonghwa?” You asked raising your voice slightly.

“Yeah?” He answered back voice also slightly raised, but definitely still in the room. Thank God I didn’t just try to get it myself.

“Could you, uh, hand me the towel and clothes? I forgot to bring them in with me.” You responded.

There was silence for a moment before he said back, “Of course. Um do you just want me to set them outside the door and leave?”

“That’s okay,” you said opening the door just a bit to be able to grab them from him without him seeing your whole body. Puddles were beginning to form on the floor as he slowly complied and took a step toward the door, avoiding eye contact as he handed you the clothes.

“Thanks Hwa.” You said as you grabbed them from him and gently closed the door. He seemed to have given you oversized clothes on purpose for comfort, and as you put the shirt on you realized it could practically be a nightgown and opted just for that in the warmth of the house.

Steam escaped from the bathroom as you opened the door to find Seonghwa’s room now empty. The door was still open to the hall however, and you dried your hair as you walked down it. In the kitchen you found Seonghwa making tea in the dim light, him looking up as soon as you entered the threshold.

You followed his eyes as they made their way up your body, noting the choice in outfit before settling upon your own. “Oh, uh, I figured you’d be pretty tired, so I was just making some tea.” He said realizing the moment of silence and gesturing to the cup in his hand. The was a heartbeat more of silence before he started again, “This is definitely a stupid question, but are you okay?” His eyes met yours, brows slightly knit together in concern.

“Honestly?” You spoke softly, “Right now I feel more embarrassed than anything.”

His mouth moved as he searched for the words to tell you there was no reason to feel that way, but you cut him off before he could form a full sentence, “I know. I know I shouldn’t be. Just- the more I think about it, the more stupid I feel for never fully realizing it. Yeah, it still hurt, and if I keep thinking about it I get stupidly angry, but I’m not upset- not sad. Just embarrassed.”

Seonghwa just stared at you for a moment as you fought the urge to look away from him. The concern still showed across his face along with a slight sadness. He set down the tea he’d been unconsciously holding this whole time and took the few steps to cross the kitchen to you. Although you had initiated the hug before, his arms were still slightly hesitant as they wrapped around you, pulling you in tight. You immediately leaned into the embrace, his hands rubbing soothing circles in your back.

“If you feel embarrassed then I should too” He spoke softly stroking a hand down your drying hair. You went to look up at him in confusion, but he pulled you in tighter as he continued, “You’re my best friend and it’s my job to protect you. No one thought he was capable of this, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize he was before he hurt you.” The last of his words were nearly a whisper, but they hit you hard.

If you had any tears left to cry you were sure they’d be pricking at your eyes right now. You didn’t know if you’d ever felt this kind of love from a person before in your entire life.

“Ya know,” You spoke quietly into his chest, “You’re kinda perfect Hwa.”

It wasn’t a lie. Sure, all of your other friends would be there for you if you asked right now, and they could probably cheer you up within the night, but no one could be there like Seonghwa was.

You gave him a final squeeze before pulling away from the hug, your arms still on his but now able to see his whole face. His cheeks had turned a slight shade of pink as he looked down at you, eyes shifting between your own and somewhere lower on your face.

“You should lay down,” He said suddenly taking in a breath and pulling away from you to the abandoned tea on the counter, “I’ll clean up real quick and come say goodnight.”

You nodded slowly, already feeling chilly from the absence of his heat, before turning to walk down the hall again to his room. You were sure the alcohol was all but out of your system at this point, but the interaction still somehow left you feeling light headed. Laying down was definitely the best idea, even if you were now the most awake you had been all night.

Once you reached the room you immediately climbed into bed, the room lit only by the lamp on his bedside. You sunk into the soft warm mattress and your heartrate immediately slowed as the tension in your body eased. Cuddling in to the blankets, you took in a deep breath and were welcomed by that familiar scent. Vanilla and bourbon. Seonghwa.

As if your thoughts summoned him, the sound of your friend setting the cup of tea on the bedside table made you open your eyes.

“Try to drink it before you fall asleep,” He smiled softly down at you, “Don’t want a hangover on top of all this."

You breathed out a small laugh and you nodded, taking a sip of the warm sweet liquid before setting it back down and laying back again. The soft smile hadn’t left his face as he watched you. His eyes were on your face, but you could tell he was zoning out slightly from the glaze over them you often saw when he was deep in thought.

“Would you…” You spoke up softly, “Will you lay with me until I fall asleep?”

You felt a sudden flutter in your chest as you waited for his reply. The words had left your mouth before you had thought them entirely through, and you were growing anxious of his answer with every heartbeat of silence.

Before you could laugh and play it off like you were just joking, he made soft eye contact with you and simply nodded. You watched him reach for the lamp before turning the light off and going around the bed to lay gently beside you. As you felt the mattress sink down you turned to face him in the darkness. For some reason, the flutter had turned in to a now pounding in your chest.

Despite agreeing to your request, you could still sense his hesitation as he was barely brushing against you. Slowly, you moved closer to him, giving him the opportunity to speak up if this wasn’t comfortable. But no such protests came as you laid your head on his chest and slid your arm around his waist, not being able to completely ignore the warm hardness you felt underneath.

He let out a soft hum while wrapping his arms around you as well, his hand finding its way to your hair before he began stroking it softly.

How could a single person be so soothing? You couldn’t help it when a sigh of pure comfort escaped your lips against him. The scent of him was so pleasant it was making you dizzy. Had he always smelled this good? Had he always felt this good? You moved slightly to cuddle into him deeper and could suddenly feel his heart raging in his chest under your touch.

You took in a sharp breath as a chill went through your body. It was just a heartbeat later that you realized what else you could feel in this new position. Your leg had wrapped around his lower half, and amongst the softness of his sweatpants and blankets you could feel something hard pressing against your thigh.

Maybe it was to distract yourself from this horrible day, or maybe it was to give in to something you were slowly realizing you’d been ignoring for a while, but you held your breath as you let your hips roll slightly against his, the throbbing in your core becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

Seonghwa let out a hardly even audible moan that he had clearly tried to hold in. The result was something that came out almost as a whimper. You let out the breath you had been holding at that sound and couldn’t help but roll of your hips slowly against him again.

This was definitely a horrible idea. You had experienced so many emotions in the past few hours that you weren’t thinking straight, that had to be it. This was your best friend, and you could ruin yet another relationship tonight if you go through with this.

It was the slight breathy moan and jerk of his hips he let out in response to your actions that changed your mind in an instant. This was Seonghwa. Yes, he was your best friend. He was there for you through your entire shitty relationship, always taking your side, always cheering you up, always happy for you and never overstepping his boundaries. Did it make you so horrible, after everything that had happened tonight, to wish that he would’ve overstepped by now? That he would’ve given in to stares you had caught him in without him noticing time and time again? That he would’ve stayed those nights before when he left you to sleep in his bed alone?

Before you could fully decide an answer to that question, you let your hand toy with the hem of his shirt, shaking slightly as you slid it underneath and up his toned abdomen. Your touch was feather light and he shuddered just slightly at the movement. His shirt had ridden up around his waist as you made your way to his chest and felt that intense pounding under his soft flesh.

The room was silent aside from his deep breathing as you moved your head to look up at him. Only the slightest bit of light pouring in from the night streets lit the room and it took your eyes a moment to adjust before seeing the full picture of Seonghwa before you. His round eyes stared intensely at you, lips slightly parted with heavy breaths escaping them, and a flush across his cheeks as you thought you’d never seen someone so beautiful in your entire life.

That was the last thought to cross your mind before you let your body take over and finally moved to meet the lips you always found yourself unconsciously staring at during any odd conversation.

There was a half second of hesitation on your end as your eyes shifted between his and his mouth. It was him that closed the final distance between you two, a hand now on your face as he pulled you in to a deep and soft kiss. The dizziness from before immediately returned as you allowed yourself to melt completely into him. His lips were just as soft as they looked.

He moved carefully, his body now pressed against yours, legs intertwined. It was his hips this time that he rolled slowly against your own. A soft whimper escaped your lips as the movement, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

You tried to continue desperately, but he backed away just slightly enough to make you open your eyes in confusion. Looking up at him anxiously, his eyes filled with intensity and desire scanned your whole face before he spoke “Are you sure y/n? We don’t have to do this.”

You heart clenched at his words. You’d done too good of a job at suppressing the feelings you now allowed to rise to the surface. “I’m sure, Hwa.” You leaned in to give him another soft kiss, “I think I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

His eyebrows knit together slightly at your words as he bit his lip. It was a look of pure want. Pure desperation and desire. In a second his lips were crashing back on yours with a new intensity you matched quickly.

His tongue was swiping across your bottom lip asking for entry as he moved his hands down your body and rolled you on to his lap, you now straddling him on the bed. Your lips parted slightly as a moan escaped them, now fully feeling his hard length pressed against your already aching core. He took this as permission and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth as you did the same, now steadily grinding your hips down on his.

He groaned into the kiss as you feverishly began moving away, kissing his cheek, down his jaw line and to throat. His hands immediately shot to your hips as he was now grinding up into you while letting out restrained breathy moans.

“Oh my god y/n…” He breathed out closing his eyes tightly as you sucked on him just slightly, “You have no idea how long…ah!” he sucked in a sharp breath as you bit down where you’d been sucking, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

You felt yourself clench around nothing at his words and suddenly the friction from this was not enough. You were going to go absolutely crazy if you didn’t feel him inside you.

“Yeah?” You purred slightly against his neck and raised your lip to his ear, “How long Hwa?” You whispered almost begging the answer out of him and looking over to make eye contact.

Your hair hung down between the two of you, and his hands moved from their position on your hips to brush it back so he could look you in the eyes as he responded, “Since the first day I saw you.” His tone had turned soft, “Before I knew about him, before I really knew you, I saw you and thought that is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. It was an unfortunate development that you were just as beautiful on the inside.” He smiled finishing his sentence.

A rush of pure bliss ran through you as the words left his lips and sunk in. You knew he wanted you, could see the pleading in his eyes and tension in his touch, but those words were the final nail in the coffin. You leaned in and let your lips lay on his, hoping he could feel the passion and love behind them before whimpering against them, “Please, please make love to me Seonghwa.”

Something broke in him at the words he’d only dreamt of pouring from your lips as a deep sound escaped his throat. It took every ounce of self-control he had to not flip you over and take you right then. Instead, he gently guided you off him and climbed on top before brushing your hair from your face, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, and replying, “I will baby girl. After this.”

With that, he moved himself down your body slowly, dragging his hands along every contour and curve before he settled with his head between your thighs, those big round eyes shifting slightly darker, hungry. You moved your hand down and let it rest on the side of his face, him moving to meet your touch and kissing your palm softly.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful Hwa.” You let out in a breath, the desperation in your voice extremely evident. He moved his arms under the hem of your shirt, his shirt, and squeezed softly, exploring your soft and warm flesh. His face moved from your touch on to one of your bare thighs, just inches away from the core you now felt was absolutely soaked.

“I’m never letting you take this shirt off ever again.” He breathed out in between open mouth kisses up your thighs, keeping his eyes on you. His hands kneaded softly into your hips as he found the hem of your underwear and slipped them down your legs, throwing them to the floor. His face was now at eye level with your needy cunt, and it took everything in you not to buck your hips as his hot breath.

“Plea-“ Before you could even finish the word Seonghwa was licking a fat stripe up your folds, then settling his tongue on your clit and sucking gently. A gasp escaped you at the sudden stimulation and your hand shot to his hair, pulling him in deeper into you.

A groan from him vibrated your aching clit, and the room was soon filled with your nonstop noises of pleasure. His tongue moved in just the right ways as he sucked and flicked it against your bud. You and the other members always teased him for the way he used his tongue on stage, but as it turns out it wasn’t all just for show.

“Fuck- Hwa.” You groaned out receiving a hum of pleasure from his against your core from hearing the sound of his name on your lips.

Suddenly, one of the arms he had wrapped around your thighs released its grip before you felt one of his long fingers curling inside you in rhythm with the way you were now grinding against his face. You cried out, whimpers mixing with panting breaths.

It was barely a minute before he was adding a second inside you, curling them up with every thrust to hit your most sensitive spot every single time. Your head had been thrown back in pleasure this whole time, but you now looked down to see he hadn’t taken his eyes off you for a moment. Studying your face through narrowed eyes making sure these were all cries of pleasure and not pain.

Your cheeks burned slightly at the vulnerability of the moment, but more than anything his lust filled gaze caused that familiar tightness to build up in your core.

“Hwa-“ You breathed out continuing to grind down on his fingers, “I’m gonna-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as a gasp escaped your lips with the entering of a third finger now inside you.

Despite your grip on his hair, Seonghwa raised his head, lips swollen and red, his face glistening in your wetness, “I know baby,” He panted slightly as he caught his breath, “Cum on my fingers, cum on my face, just like that.” His lips returned to your sensitive nub just as you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy, clenching hard on his still pumping fingers, hips rising off the bed as you rode out your orgasm against him.

Seonghwa mirrored your pace, and it wasn’t until you were still and panting that he removed his fingers and used his tongue to gently taste your orgasm, careful not to overstimulate you.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby.” He said, head rising from legs to give you a gentle kiss on the lips, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

You were still panting slightly as your hand tangled in his hair again, pulling him deeply in to a kiss he only meant to be sweet. You’d never felt this type of insatiability with anyone before. It’s like you were intoxicated all over again just by him. Even though you were still throbbing from your first orgasm, you were already reaching down to feel him through his sweatpants, him moaning into the kiss sharply at the sensation.

Your hand moved roughly against him, his hips meeting your touch to create more pressure as he let out soft moans still into your mouth. “Y/n-“ he panted out, “It’s okay, I don’t need-“ His words were cut short by his own moaning as your hand moved up and then down again to slide past the waistband of his pants and boxers, fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock.

You immediately began stroking up and down quickly, the sounds he made motivating you even more as his head fell against your chest and he gave in to your touch completely. Normally, you’d be taking your time right now, teasing and stroking and kissing him. But it was almost as if having one orgasm made your need for him worse, the need to feel what this thing could do when his hands had already accomplished better than you’d ever had.

You pulled his cock fully out of his pants, and he helped you slide them down while you tugged his shirt off, the blanket falling off you two as well. Seonghwa’s shirt still remained on your body, but he was now hovering over you completely naked, your hand still pumping his cock as you looked down to see the length you’d been stroking.

Holy fuck. You nearly let out a moan as you took in the sheer size of him. Seonghwa’s dick was absolutely huge. Huge to the point that you were now wondering how it was going to fit inside of you, and you were audibly whimpering at the thought.

“What is it baby girl? What do you want?” He asked softly caressing your face as you stroked him desperately, eyebrows knit together in a silent plea. It was insane that he was the one being touched, not you, and yet your composure was worse than his. Still, he was letting out soft moans and curses each time you tightened your grip on him.

“Please Hwa-“ You panted, “I need you inside of me.” The words came out as a whimper again and you saw Seonghwa’s eyes half roll back at your words. He took in a deep breath trying to stay calm as he moved your hand from his cock and moved maybe a little too eagerly to position himself in line with your orgasm soaked core.

Slowly, you felt him against your wetness, rubbing up and down twice before pushing inside you inch by inch. The moans you both let out were practically pornographic as his cock bottomed out inside you and you tried to adjust to his huge member. You could see the slight pain in his face as he held himself back from moving before you were ready.

There was a slight darkness behind his eyes from the moment he had kissed you for the first time, and you fully realized it was a conscious effort for him to be gentle with you right now. The thought, along with the adjustment time you’d already taken, led to you moving your hips slightly in to his, letting him know you were ready.

His eyes were watching every inch of your face as he pulled out slowly before rolling his hips back in at the same pace, falling in to a slow and steady rhythm. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure racking through your body as he continued to fill every inch of you, and your hands squeezed his strong arms as he steadily quickened his pace.

“Good baby,” He purred to you, “You feel so good. You’re taking me so well baby girl.”

You wanted to say words, wanted to let him know that you could stay right here in this moment for the rest of your life if given the choice, but his words and gaze mixed with his dick hitting your sweet spot with every thrust had you letting out a slew of curse words before repeating his name over and over again not able to form a full thought.

“Shhh, I know baby, I know.” He said caressing the side of your face while speeding up his pace again, now thrusting into you deep and hard causing your moans to go almost silent. You’d always heard of people being fucked out, but this is the first time you’d ever experienced something close to it yourself. All you knew right now was Seonghwa’s cock pounding deep inside of you, shaping your cunt to him, you weren’t sure if you could even recall your own name if he asked.

Wetness pricked at your eyes from sheer pleasure now and you couldn’t hold back as you moaned out, “Fuuuuck.” That tightness was beginning to build in your core again as words continued to pour from your mouth, “Please- cum inside me Hwa, please.” Your words were broken up by breaths and whimpers and moans, but you needed him right now. You needed him to make you his.

A near growl escaped his lips and almost sent you tumbling over the edge as he was now pounding into you fast and hard. He was panting, face flushed, and eyebrows knit together as he reached his hand down and rubbed fast circles in your clit, causing you to arch your back and cry out in response. “Cum with me baby girl.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fuck- Seonghwa!“ You cried out his name as you gave in and let your orgasm began to shatter through you. You grip on him tightened as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you and you let yourself breath out “I love you.”

That was the final thing to take him right over the edge with you. His lips crashed against yours as you both let out stifled moans, riding out your orgasms fully against each other. The hot ropes of cum that painted your walls were slowly leaking out of you as your thrusts against each other began to slow. It was only when you both fully stopped, exhaustion finally coming back over you, that he broke the kiss and panted, head resting on your chest with your hand in his hair.

There was a minute without words as you both caught your breath, but when the room began to fall silent, he spoke up first. His head rose from its spot and his dark eyes shined at you as he smiled lazily and said, “I’ve loved you for a very long-time y/n.”

You felt your cheeks heat despite everything that had just happened this was the think to make you the most shy. The smile that spread across your lips was wide as you stroked the side of his face gently and responded, “Thanks for waiting for me Hwa.”

“Sorry I didn’t make you fall for me sooner.” He responded, smiling at the words and slight amusement shining in his eyes. You let out a laugh and gently shoved him for the cheesy line.

“Shit, fuck- ow! Why is it so goddamn dark in here?”

“Would you shut the fuck up? She’s probably sleeping!”

The familiar voices of Mingi and Wooyoung drifted down the hall from the front room as both you and Seonghwa jumped slightly before letting out a soft laugh.

“We should definitely get you cleaned up before one of them busts down that door to come check on you.” Seonghwa said sitting up and pulling his sweatpants back on, smile still plastered across his face.

“Or you could lock the door and we could go for round two.” You spoke out half teasing, you weren’t sure if your body could even handle that right now.

“Oh, I’m going to have my hands full with you huh?” Seonghwa half whispered leaning down so his face was just inches from yours.

You leaned in and kissed him deeply before moving yourself to get off the bed and make your way to the bathroom, “Oh please,” You smiled, “Don’t act like you already didn’t before.”

 Tiny completely self-serving epilogue because I want to write more of the other members:

 Seonghwa couldn’t keep the stupid smile off his face as he watched you saunter in to the bathroom and shut the door behind you. He had to restrain himself from following you through it and taking you again in the shower, and instead threw his shirt back on and drank the rest of the now cold tea, trying anything to clear his mind before greeting the men he knew were anxiously waiting in the other room.

This was nowhere near how he thought his night would go. In fact, he almost bailed on the party earlier in the night not wanting to see your douchebag of an ex drunk with his hands all over you. Despite everything that just occurred, he still felt a wave of hot rage come over him remembering the earlier events of the evening. It was Jongho, if he remembered correctly, that had to hold him back from breaking more bones in your ex’s body when he reentered that house alone.

Seonghwa stood up and shook the thoughts out of his head, grounding himself back in the current moment as he heard the faucet in the bathroom and you brushing your teeth with the toothbrush you kept over at his place. The smile crept back up on his face at that and he moved to leave the room and walk down the hall to where the member waited.

Just about every light was on in the house now, and he could tell the seven other men were trying, and failing, at their best efforts to keep quiet. He now stood in the doorway, all seven of them sprawled out on the couches, some appearing much more sober than others.

As soon as they noticed Seonghwa they quieted down and San spoke up first, “How is she?” he asked, an already half asleep Wooyoung resting his head in his lap.

“She’s-“ He began to speak but was immediately cut off.

“Holy shit.” Mingi half chuckled out likely noticing Seonghwa’s still flushed face and sweaty hair. He seemed to be one of the more intoxicated members. “Did you guys’ fuck?” He asked in a loud whisper, tone showing absolute disbelief. 

“Would you keep it the fuck down?” Yunho half yelled half whispered to Mingi before realizing what he had said, studying Seonghwa for a moment, and adding, “Wait... did you?”

Pure shock shown on all of the men’s faces and even Wooyoung perked up at the question. Seonghwa couldn’t help it as he felt his ears begin to burn a deep red and forced out with a smile on his lips, “It’s none of your guy’s business.”

His response received a scoff from a few of the members still in disbelief. The last thing they had seen was Seonghwa dragging you through the party before coming back, having to be pulled back from literally murdering your ex, and then explaining the situation to the members before leaving. He’d asked them to stay out for a while so you weren’t overwhelmed with all of them at once and they happily agreed to giving you whatever space you might need. This was the last thing any of them expected to come home to.

“Holy shit Seonghwa.” Hongjoong laughed out, shaking his head in disbelief. Seonghwa’s cheeks were now matching the shade of his ears.

“I mean it was about time.” Wooyoung slightly slurred out earning his a slight slap from San, “What?! We were all thinking it!” He finished looking around the room.

“Y/n and Seonghwaaaaa! How cuuute!” Okay, so it was definitely Yeosang who was the drunkest tonight.

“Keep it down! She definitely doesn’t want us talking about her like this.” Jongho said shoving Yeosang who simply gave in to the push and fell to lay down on the couch, slightly giggling.

The sound of his door opening down the hall stopped any of them from speaking any more as you made your way softly down the hall until you were standing next to Seonghwa.

You’d gotten completely ready for bed now, still wearing his shirt but also throwing on a pair of his boxers before coming to greet the other members. They’d all seen you at varying degrees of clothed before, but it felt different now. You didn’t want them to be allowed to see you the way Seonghwa was allowed to, and as you came in to the room he noted your extra choice of clothing. Something within him went absolutely crazy at that detail realizing your exact thoughts.

You’d decided before you even left the room that you didn’t care if the members knew. You knew Hwa would never betray your trust and outright tell them, but they were family and one look at his post fuck appearance and you knew they’d be calling him out. That was the exact reason you allowed yourself to snake your arms around Seonghwa from behind, pulling him in to a back hug before simply saying, “Hey guys.”

All the members stared back at you two in shock, Seonghwa’s hands instinctually reaching to hold yours on his abdomen despite his slightly shocked reaction as well.

“Heeeeey y/n.” Yeosang said to you in a sing songy voice causing you to chuckle slightly and come to the same realization Hwa did about his level of sobriety. Jongho shoved him down again and again he didn’t fight it.

You let out another laugh which seamed to ease some of the tension in the room as a few members let out one of their own.

“Sorry,” You spoke again, “I’d love to catch up but I’m about sixty seconds from falling asleep.” You explained to the men sitting in front of you, “So I’m just going to take Seonghwa and go to bed.” Before they could fully register your words you were tugging slightly at Seonghwa’s shirt, getting him to follow you back down the hall to the bedroom.

“Goodnight you twooo! Hey- OW!” This time it was Wooyoung’s voice and then yelp that followed you two down the hall.

“I’d apologize for their behavior, but you know them just as well as I do so I’m sure you saw that coming.” Seonghwa smiled down at you as he shut the door, muffling the now arguing voices of the members in the living room.

“Honestly it went smoother than I expected.” You laughed grabbing his hand and dragging him down in to the bed with you.

You immediately intertwined your bodies again, feeling completely at peace in his arms, the earlier events of the evening nearly wiped from your mind at this level of exhaustion and comfort.

Seonghwa pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and the last thing you heard before falling completely unconscious in his arms were the words, “I love you y/n. Goodnight.”

someone in a discord I'm in said something along the same lines, and I wholeheartedly agree.

the saddest thing about this is that moonbin will just become another statistic. in a few months or years, people are going to forget this. then another celebrity goes through the same thing and the cycle repeats. changes need to be made NOW—not just for the safety of idols and performers and actors and celebrities, but for everyone.

mental health shouldn't be such a taboo topic.

Bedroom mishaps. (Maknae line)

An Ateez reaction to getting into an embarrassing/awkward situation while intimate

Genre: fluff, smut (nothing too explicit, though)

Word count: 6 155

Warnings: the slightest, tiniest hint of cnc/helplessness in San’s reaction, mature themes, embarrassing moments, and just awkwardness in general, lol

Dynamics: mostly sub!ateez-leaning or with no dynamics, except for mild dom!Jongho

A/N: This fic is the long-awaited second part to my Bedroom mishaps series! You can find the hyung line version here. Hope you enjoy!

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