10:20 Am Lee Chan (f)

10:20 am － lee chan (f)

you woke up feeling a heavy weight on your chest. with his arms wrapped securely around your waist, legs tangled with yours, you didn’t have to look down to know it was dino who had stolen your sleep. instead, you glanced towards the window, sighing in dismay at the brightness that peeked from behind the closed blinds. it was probably too late to go back to sleep anyways. 

somehow, in the middle of the night, you had gravitated from your side of the bed to the middle. now, with dino on top of you, your phone that was charging on the night stand was far from your reach, leaving you with no way to check the time. thankfully though, you had nowhere to be today. both you and dino had a day off from work, perhaps why he was sleeping more comfortably than usual. 

the deep breaths coming from his parted lips were warm against your skin. your fingers absentmindedly combed through his tousled hair, eliciting a relaxed hum from him. now that you were awake, your senses had come back to you. you were used to dino laying on top of you all the time, but your legs were starting to tingle under his weight because of the position you both were in. 

wiggling your toes, you attempted to resume some minuscule amount of circulation so that they wouldn’t go numb. you didn’t want to wake dino up. he needed his sleep. but just as the sensation in your legs began to come back, your stomach rumbled awkwardly, making you cringe. it wasn’t everyday that you woke up feeling hungry. but it seemed today, your stomach wanted food worse than it previously ever had. 

you prayed the sound hadn’t woken dino up. his ears were closer to your stomach than yours were. you held your breath, laying completely still for a minute. seeing as to how he didn’t budge, you could rest assured that he hadn’t been disturbed.

you enjoyed being held by him like this. it made you feel safe and protected. not to mention the way your heart felt all fuzzy too. you sighed and continued massaging his scalp, disregarding your desperate need for breakfast or a good stretch. 

dino smacked his lips together, raising his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck. his quiet breaths tickled your skin, making you squirm a bit. dino’s arms tightened around you, a smile tugging at his lips. “how long have you been up?” he mumbled, voice deep and groggy. snickering, you pressed your cheek to his forehead. “for a while now.” 

he snuggled into you, craving your warmth. “your stomach keeps grumbling. you should’ve fixed yourself some breakfast,” he shared, biting his lip to stifle a chuckle. “you’re so silly y/n.” 

heat rose to your face. well that sure was embarrassing. “i didn’t want to wake you up,” you defended, turning in his arms so that you were now facing him. he grinned at you, eyes barely open. “well i’m up now. so you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” 

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➳♡ by @etherealyoungk and @nayaaatv

✦ a collab with @nayaaatv!! // consisting of heart-wrenching fluff, and maybe some crack, with 12 months of the year with seventeen // love calendar masterlist

➳♡ january ; new year's kiss - written by @etherealyoungk

// warnings: only fluff, mentions of drinking // seungcheol x reader //

the air is still chilly and the weather cold, the winter quite not ready to say goodbye yet. it’s the first day of january, the first day of the new year and people are walking with an excited bounce. seungcheol had invited you over for dinner, saying he wanted to have a simple home date with you for the first day of the new year, so here you were, waiting for him to pick you up.

“seungcheol, where are you?”, you ask, your teeth slightly clattering in the unbearable cold.

“i’m on my way, i was- wait babe are you waiting for me outside?!”, he asks, and he doesn’t need to hear your reply to know the answer. “y-yes”, you say softly.

seungcheol was supposed to pick you up from the bus station, even though you could easily walk to his place, but he insisted, not wanting you to walk in the snow.

“i told you to wait in that café hm”, he tells and you can hear him shuffling around through the phone as he speaks. “i’m coming, go wait inside there”, he says before hanging up.

you’re sitting on the cold metal bench, as you bury your feet in the snow, trying to make a heart when you hear someone call out to you. “y/n”, he says, making you look up. “baby”, he says once he’s close enough. you stand up, happy to see him.

“fuck you’re freezing”, he adds, as he takes your hand and winces at how cold it is. he gives you a look of displeasure before digging his hands in his pockets and pulling out a hot pack, handing it over to you.

“why didn’t you wait inside”, he asks again. “i didn’t want to…it was so crowded…”, you trail off, hoping he’ll understand, and he does. “let’s warm you up hm, i don’t want you turning into an icicle”, he removes his scarf and starts wrapping it around your neck. "it's fine, you'll get cold then", you counter but he doesn't budge. "i don't want you falling sick or anything, who told you it was a good idea to wait out in freezing temperatures", he scolds you lightly. "i know...", you trail off, squeezing the hot pack between your palms as your try to warm up your frozen hands. "sorry", you mumble. "it's okay, im here now".

soon you’re in his apartment, the atmosphere inviting and warm. “are you okay? if you’re still cold i’ll make you a hot –“, “im okay cheol”, you say and he takes your hand and is relieved that it isn’t freezing anymore. “okay then, can you close your eyes for a second”, he asks, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your palm. “please” and so you do. you hear his feet shuffling and he asks you to open your eyes, and you see his holding out the prettiest bouquet of flowers.

you can’t help but smile at this sweet action. “what are these for?”, you ask, as you reach out to take the bouquet. “because it’s the first day of the new year and i just wanted to gift you something – something to celebrate us for the coming year”, he says sweetly.

“happy new year baby”, he adds with a smile, that dimple smile making your heart melt. “aww cheol, that’s so sweet”, you say as you open your arms to hug him and he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight.

you pull away smiling as you smell the flowers, telling seungcheol that you were going to go find a vase but he doesn’t let you go. instead, he takes the flowers from you putting them on the table behind him before turning his attention back to you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“you know, we didn’t get to have a new years kiss last night…because someone fell asleep”, he says, teasing you. you roll your eyes. “i tried to stay awake okay, i might have had one too many shots. plus you were supposed to wake me when it hit midnight and you didn’t so it’s kind of your fault too”, you complain. “but you were sleeping so peacefully, didn’t wanna disturb you”, he mumbles as he leans in to kiss your cheek. “how about we make it up to each other now?”, he suggests, and you can feel the smirk on his lips as he pecks your cheek one more time, pulling you closer. you wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss his dimple, making him smile even more.

you lean in to close the gap between you both, kissing him. “happy new year cheol”, you whisper before he’s kissing you again.

j. wonwoo (cuddly wonu)

Summary: your boyfriend is known for being one of the most quiet members through his group and it's not everyday that he's clingy to you after being apart for so long...

Pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

Note/s: he/him for wonu's pronouns, no specified pronouns for reader | short fic

"wonwoo, honey..."

"yeah?" he replied as he nuzzle his head through the crook of your neck while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"wonwoo, i need to cook."

"and i need attention."

you were shocked at his bold response since he doesn't really tell what he's feeling at the moment until the two of you are in your bedroom having pillow talks. you chuckled at what he said and tried to wriggle your way out of his strong arms but he tightened his grip around you.

"we need to eat dinner."

"later." he replied and pecked your cheek but his stomach says otherwise. "uh huh, sure. 'later.'"

"quiet." he bit your cheek lightly and you giggled as you stirred the pot. if cameras were set up around your shared apartment then the world will know how vulnerable the jeon wonwoo is when it comes to you.

"you're so clingy." even if he can't see your face due to you cooking dinner, he can feel that you rolled your eyes when you said that.

"i am and you love it."

"woah there, mr. jeon wonwoo. now where did your sudden confidence come from?"

"probably hoshi's or mingyu's."

"i don't believe it."

silence fell upon you two as the steaming pot was the only thing that's making noise. wonwoo sighed as he pecked your ear and you knew something was wrong. you absolutely know that if your beloved boyfriend backhugs you and sighs, he might be feeling a certain feeling (if that made sense) and you'll patiently wait for him to finally talk to you about what he feels.

"i just, missed you so much while we were on tour you know." he finally admits and you felt your heart flutter when he said that.

a smile crept on your face as you turned around only to face a pouting wonwoo. you engulfed him in a hug to which he gladly returned and gave him a peck on his forehead. "aw, i missed you too darling."

he captured your lips to a sweet kiss for 10 seconds and hugged you once again after the both of you pulled away. you have always loved moments like this with wonwoo. you felt so honored that he let you show his vulnerable side after being together for so long and he feels the same as well.

he sighed on your ear once again before pecking your cheek. "i'm just so in love with you, y/n. you have no idea how much my feelings grow stronger for you each day and these feelings will last till our last breath."

you felt butterflies on your stomach and you giggled. "i love you too. now,"

you pulled away from his hug as you turn the pot off to serve food for the both of you. he kept pecking your cheeks as he helped you with the dishes and you returned all of them with a sweet kiss. "let's eat dinner, shall we?"

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A Nighttime Routine

Summary: Vernon successfully ropes you into helping him take off his makeup and ends up doing it for him anyways because you're weak for him and you both know it. Freckle appreciation ensues.

WC: 800

Established relationship, this is just pure fluff

A/N: This was written in one sitting and is very unedited. You have been warned. This is based on one of the photos released for Vernon's TTT preview cuts!

Thank you to @multi-kpop-fanfics and @wonwussy for witnessing me sob over this on Discord you're both real ones <3

“Hold still for me, please.”

Vernon hummed quietly as he followed your request, relishing in the delicate way your fingers skimmed over his face as you took his makeup off for him. His eyelashes fluttered as he peered up at you, admiring the look of concentration you had adopted. He told you before that you didn’t need to focus so much when you removed his makeup, but you were insistent in trying to avoid harming him as much as you could. Knowing how stubborn you could be, he let it slide and chose to take the chance to stare at you to his heart’s content. That didn’t last for long when you went to get another cotton pad, noticing the way Vernon stared at you and flushing at the adoration in his eyes. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You grumbled lightheartedly, turning around to busy yourself with the rest of his skincare products to avoid showing how embarrassed you were.

“Is it wrong for me to want to appreciate the work that my lovely partner is doing for me? And is it wrong to want to admire them either?” He asked, a slight pout on his face. 

You rolled your eyes at him, noting the sparkle in his eye as he continued to theatrically pout at you. “You can stare at me all you want after I take your eye makeup off. Now, close your eyes please.”

“Has anyone told you that you would be a good makeup artist before? I think you would be fantastic at it.”

“Only for removing makeup, apparently. But sorry, my clientele only includes my goofy boyfriend who won’t stop giving me looks until I agree to help him take his makeup off. Or take it off for him while he sits in our bathroom looking pretty. 

Venron laughs lightly at that, smiling widely at you even with a pair of cotton pads on his eyes. “Your boyfriend must be very lucky to get exclusive treatment like this, and I know he knows he’s lucky too.” 

You flush again, scrunching your nose at him while he still can’t look at you and you don’t say anything, diligently removing the last of his eye makeup.

He blinks slightly as he opens his eyes again, and only smiles more at the embarrassed look on your face. “All joking aside, thank you for indulging in me and thank you for being so wonderful to me. I know I can take my own makeup off by myself, and I’ve been doing it for years, but it’s just better when you do it, y’know?” 

You sighed lightly, fighting to keep the smile off your face and failing to do so while you ushered Vernon to get up and put lotion on. It was your turn to admire him as he diligently worked to keep his skin healthy, something he noticed as he smiled at your reflection in the mirror. 

Vernon turned around, a question on his lips but was cut off by you gently cupping his face in your hands. You smiled softly at him, thumbs brushing over the freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. 

“This is my favorite part of taking off your makeup, getting to see your freckles without anything covering them up.” You murmured softly. “Your makeup artists should stop covering them up so much, y’know. They’re so pretty, why would anyone want to hide them?” 

Vernon snorted at that, but leaned more into your touch. “If I didn’t know any better, I would've thought that you liked my freckles more than you like me.” 

You shook your head fondly, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips as you stared into his eyes. “I loved you before I knew you had freckles. I just love you more now because of them.” 

Stunned at your honesty, Vernon flushed and hid your face in your neck while you laughed softly and petted the hair on the back of his head. He began to softly rock you back and forth as you held each other, a soothing silence taking over the bathroom. 

When Vernon was finally able to look up at you again, you stunned him yet again by kissing the freckle on his nose and continuing to kiss the rest of his freckles as he whined at you to stop. 

Once you had your fun though, Vernon swept you up in a tight hug, murmuring thanks into your ear as you settled into the hug. 

Whatever you were going to say next was cut off by a quiet yawn, prompting Vernon to chuckle at you slightly. 

“Come on, let’s put everything away so we can go to bed, and if you’re not completely out of it by the time we get there we can just cuddle instead. How does that sound?”

You nodded quickly, helping Vernon put everything back in their designated spot before taking him by the hand and leading him out of the bathroom to your shared bed. Satisfied with a job well done and basking in each other's presence, you both slowly drifted to sleep. 

Midnight Kiss

pairing: non-idol!Wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: angst / smut (minors GET BACK 🤺) / non-idol au

words: 10.1k (whoopsie)

rating: strictly 18+, stay in school kids

warnings: so much angst, heavy alcohol consumption, cursing, brief nosebleed, break-up and commitment issues, fem-bodied reader, more angst, making out, hair pulling, choking, wonwoo is hung, rough sex, dirty talk, possessiveness, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), praise, pet names (baby), maybe a sprinkle of masochism idk, edging and orgasm denial, dom wonwoo, sub reader, dry humping, unprotected sex, spanking (just one, to be exact), overstimulation, creampie, brief fainting, aftercare, some more angst and a little bit of fluff to top it off, sorry if I forgot anything!

a/n: HAPPYYYYYYY NEW YEARS!!!!! here's to hoping 2023 is better than 2022 lol. I'm finally back to writing for seventeen, it's been wayyyy too long. I hope everyone enjoys reading, please leave a like and/or reblog if you do!

Sometimes you wonder what would have happened if you’d never gotten into that taxi.

What if it hadn’t been raining? Or the cab driver had been different—one who had the path across the city memorized, rather than getting lost after making a wrong turn onto 32nd street? After clambering onto the slick sidewalk, still a little drunk and wishing you weren’t wearing heels, what if you had turned right to head toward Main instead of left toward Adams? What if you had remembered to charge your phone before going out with friends so it wouldn’t have died in the middle of the night? If you had chosen a different bar in your search for a payphone, would you still have met him?

All these questions were pointless, of course. Because you had met him that night, a night which you would later recognize had irrevocably changed your life.

You’d stumbled into the bar at 2:57 AM—you only remembered because it was three minutes before closing and the bartender had given you the look. The I-wish-you-were-never-born look. You hadn’t minded, not really. Even now, you remembered the warm brown color of his eyes as he blankly stared down at you, apparently confused by your half-drunken request to use the store’s phone.

We don’t have one, he’d said.

How do you not have a phone?

The bartender had raised an eyebrow, and it was around this moment you realized he was very, very tall. Almost comically so. Well, I have a phone. You just can’t use it.

Why not?

Because I said so.

You recalled the acute urge to strangle this tall, rude bartender. If you don’t let me borrow your phone I’m going to order one of every single drink on the menu, you’d declared.

The stranger just stared. He’d stared at you like he could see directly through your skin and into your soul, and though you’d itched with the urge to blink, you refused to do so first. A long moment passed, during which your drunken mind was struck by the perfect idea to persuade him.

I’ll fuck you for it.

He’d released a loud, startled laugh, sounding almost as if he hadn’t meant to do it at all. The bartender had laughed and laughed, unable to stop unless he was turned completely away from you. In all honesty, it had hurt your pride.

Once the stranger had mastered himself, he reached into the pocket of his apron and fished out a small, rectangular object. His cellphone, mercifully, and damn you if the sight didn’t make your shoulders slump with relief.

He’d reached a muscular arm across the bar to hand it to you, his shoulders still shaking with barely-restrained laughter. Even shivering with the cold rain in your hair and a hangover already pounding at your temples, you had offered him a genuine, warm smile.

The bartender had smiled back, for the first time looking like he didn’t want to squash you under his shoe.

I’m Wonwoo.

~~~

Three years had passed since the night you first met Jeon Wonwoo.

You couldn’t recall every moment of those years with perfect clarity, but you always remembered that first night. He had let you use his personal cellphone so you could call your roommate for a ride, though it had turned out to be pointless when he didn’t answer. Since you were effectively stranded, you’d sat at the bar alone while Wonwoo closed up, asking him a plethora of questions that he sometimes answered, sometimes didn’t. After that initial smile he’d gone back to treating your presence like a thorn in his side, but he never kicked you out. And much like your abrupt realization that he was tall, you realized sometime around then that Wonwoo was intimidatingly handsome.

When he offered you a ride home himself, you were mostly sober and still very much stranded. It surprised you when he asked his own round of questions during the drive to your apartment, but what surprised you more was that you were honest in your answers. It wasn’t particularly in your nature to open up to a stranger, but what did it matter when he would find out where you lived, anyway?

Wonwoo had parallel parked in front of your apartment building and you’d scribbled your phone number on a napkin before he could argue otherwise. That was also out of character for you, but you had known then that Wonwoo was different. Someone worth getting to know.

You’d been right.

It started as a not-quite friendship. You would have, on a good day, referred to Wonwoo as an acquaintance, only really spending time with him when you needed a ride home after a night out partying. It was the only excuse you could think of to justify seeking him out, especially when he never used the phone number you’d impulsively left for him. He never seemed particularly bothered when you showed up at the bar, though, and he always gave you a ride home.

Then, after about six months of this, you had gotten a text message from an unknown number:

Come out. We’re going to dinner.

Wonwoo’s car had been in its usual spot outside your apartment building, a sight which nearly made your heart fall out of your ass. But you’d done it. You’d gone to dinner with Jeon Wonwoo.

And it was fun. Ridiculously, unexpectedly fun. He was carefree and confident in a way you deeply admired, never seeming to be bothered by anyone or anything. He’d asked you to be his girlfriend two weeks after your first date and you had said yes without a second thought.

You’d loved him. Wonwoo kept the napkin with your hastily scrawled phone number on it stuck to his fridge. He laughed with you and cried with you and kissed you until your lips were swollen and bruised. You frequently wondered what would have happened if you’d gotten in a different cab that first night, then decided it didn’t matter. He made love to you at every available opportunity and worshipped you like you were the sun personified. He was your entire world.

Until six months ago.

You hadn’t heard from him. Not for a while now. As far as you knew, he’d skipped town. You supposed that was normal considering the way you’d blown him off. The second you had seen him sitting on that park bench, fidgeting anxiously with that goddamned velvet ring box in his hand—

Nope. Nope nope nope.

Wonwoo had loved you. Maybe as much as you’d loved him. Enough to ask you to marry him.

But you couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

Regardless, you still loved Jeon Wonwoo almost as much as he hated you.

~~~

You woke up on New Year’s Eve with a nosebleed. Never a good way to start your day but not exactly something that could be helped. You just hoped it wasn’t a bad omen. You stared at your bleary-eyed reflection in the mirror as you stemmed the bleeding and cleaned your face.

Not even ten seconds had passed before someone banged on your bedroom door so hard it rattled in its frame. You rolled your eyes as you crossed your room and yanked it open, still holding a tissue to your nose.

“Mingyu, you realize that I will still answer the door if you knock normally.”

The origin of the incessant banging, your roommate Mingyu, gifted you with a shit-eating grin.

“I was making sure you were up. You don’t pay me to let you sleep until noon.”

“I don’t pay you at all.”

“Still. What happened to your face?”

You shrugged. “Who knows. I just woke up and my nose was bleeding.”

“That’s got to be a bad omen or something.”

You socked him on the shoulder and strode further into your room, catching sight of the sparkly dress hanging off your closet door. “Are you sure this is appropriate for tonight? They’re predicting snow.”

“Are you kidding?” Mingyu plopped onto your bed and punched your pillow until it was an acceptable shape for him to lean on. “It’s a New Year’s Eve party, I think it’s perfect. Maybe you can pick up a hot date or something.”

The last part of his statement was pointed, you both knew it. You shot him a dubious glare and sat next to him on the bed, throwing away your bloody tissue as you did.

“I told you I don’t care about dating right now.”

“I’m not talking about dating. What would be so bad about a hookup?”

You grimaced. “Not interested in that, either.”

Mingyu groaned. You didn’t hold it against him, his attempts to push you back out into the dating pool. He was obviously worried about you, though you hadn’t told him exactly what had gone down with Wonwoo all those months ago. And though he tried to hide it, you knew Mingyu missed Wonwoo just as much as you did. Those two had been partners in crime, once upon a time, but you’d inadvertently ruined that, too.

“I’m not letting you flake out on going with me, you know,” Mingyu said.

You had no intention of doing so. You’d been a bad enough friend to your roommate during the months you’d spent moping in Wonwoo’s absence—ditching your so-called “date” to Chan’s New Year’s party wasn’t an option. Especially when he had stuck by your side through everything.

Mingyu had been your randomly-assigned roommate in college. There had been some glitch in your University’s housing system, hence why you’d wound up with a male roommate, but you didn’t mind. The dorm was at full capacity, anyway, so it wasn’t like you had the option to move.

You weren’t sure when Mingyu became your best friend, though he considered you his after the time you kicked out your blind date for eating Mingyu’s emergency stash of Hot Cheetos. You had been inseparable ever since, opting to live together even after college graduation.

You realized you had never responded to Mingyu’s statement and cleared your throat. “Of course I’m going with you. No one throws parties like Chan.”

Mingyu snorted. “Hopefully no one winds up passed out in the pool this year.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that.”

Chan threw a New Year’s party every year. In college there had always been a few hundred people there throughout the night, though in your adulthood that group had shrunk to a few dozen. But regardless of the size of the party, something ridiculous always happened. A few years ago Soonyoung had drunkenly fainted into the pool after a particularly cutthroat game of strip poker. Last year Wonwoo had sprained his wrist when he decided it was a good idea to jump onto the trampoline from the second-story veranda.

It was the first New Year’s in two years you wouldn’t spend with him. Your heart squeezed at the thought.

As if he could read your mind, Mingyu offered casually, “I’ll kiss you at midnight, if you want.”

You wrinkled your nose. “No thanks, hotshot.”

“Hey now,” he raised his palms defensively, “I’m just trying to be helpful.”

“I know. Thank you.” You meant it. Mingyu was arguably the one person in the world you knew would have your back no matter what.

He groaned as he stood and strode across your room. “Whatever. You only wish you could get some of this.” Mingyu hesitated as he started to close your bedroom door behind him, poking his head through the crack between the door and frame. “Definitely wear that dress. It makes your ass look great.”

He slammed the door shut before you could find something to throw at him.

~~~

            When you got to Chan’s house in the suburbs it was a little past 9:30. Mingyu parked the car on the street, one of many other vehicles here for the same reason you were. You adjusted your dress around your hips as you stepped onto the curb.

It really was pretty. The material was a deep, shimmering gold that hugged your curves in all the right places, scooping low across your back with the skirt stopping just above midthigh. It wasn’t particularly practical for the cold weather but you had faith it would be warm enough inside.

Mingyu bounded up the front steps with the grace of a deer learning to walk, drawing an unbidden smile from you. By the time you reached his side he was banging repeatedly on the front door, the sound nearly drowned out by the chatter of the drunk crowd on the other side.

Your joked, “Maybe no one’s home,” was immediately disregarded when Chan wrenched open the door. Deafening music and party noise filled your ears like a warm wave the second the barrier was removed. Chan’s face was splashed with rosy color, his eyes a little glassy as he grinned. Most definitely drunk, probably had been for a while.

“You made it, thank god,” Chan grabbed yours and Mingyu’s elbows and yanked you inside the house.

“Hell yeah, man, I wasn’t going to miss this.” Mingyu and Chan fist-bumped, laughing in that ridiculous way they only did with each other. You closed the front door behind you as Chan dragged Mingyu off into the crowd, no doubt to ply him with alcohol. You grinned to yourself. Mingyu was so hard-working all the time, he deserved to have fun more than just about anyone.

You didn’t mind that you were left alone. You had been to dozens of parties like this in the past, some of which made the scene before you look tame. It helped, of course, that you already knew almost everyone here. People at Chan’s parties tended to run in the same circles and there were very seldom new additions to the guest list.

You pushed your way towards the kitchen, hunting for alcohol. You waved hello to your friends as you passed them, your warm smile so broad you almost convinced yourself of its authenticity. Just because you were moping didn’t mean anyone else had to share in your post-breakup blues.

Minghao waved at you from beneath the red-haired girl sitting in his lap, his face visibly softening when he saw you. He had been your lab partner in o-chem junior year of college—there were many fond memories of almost setting things on fire between the two of you. Despite your affection for your friend, you pretended not to see his hand beckoning to sit in the living room with him. You needed a shot, fast.

Soonyoung and Jun were having some manner of odd dance-off in the dining room, a sight which made you giggle. Seungcheol was pressing some girl firmly against the wall, kissing her with such passion it seemed as though he wished to swallow her whole. You looked away from that as fast as humanly possible.

By the time you reached the kitchen, Mingyu had a line of four empty shot glasses in front of him and was working on a fifth. The small crowd which had gathered to cheer him on was too distracted to notice when you swiped a bottle of tequila off the counter and took several deep swigs. The burn was glorious as it went down, warming your chest and fingers and toes simultaneously. It was exactly what you needed.

You wiped a trickle of alcohol off your chin with the back of your hand at the same moment Mingyu clapped you on the back.

“Drinking your sorrows?” He shouted over the music. His face was already tinged pink, his smile too wide and a little blurry. Or maybe that was just you.

“Always,” you laughed. You passed Mingyu the tequila bottle as Joshua offered you a glass of whiskey, a single pink feather from the boa around his neck floating in it. You took it anyway.

You reveled in the noise and chaos around you for what could have been minutes or hours. You weren’t much for partying nowadays, but it was nearly impossible not to have fun at one thrown by Chan. It was somehow already 10:45 and people were still showing up.

You kept to the kitchen most of the time, occasionally flitting into the living or dining rooms when you felt motivated to do so. Seokmin had produced a karaoke machine from somewhere and was shouting into the mic with Joshua, his feather boa now around both of their necks.

You took another shot—you had lost count of how many you’d taken, though it was enough to not taste the alcohol as it went down—and spun around, intent to join in on the karaoke. You’d had Careless Whisper stuck in your head for the better part of an hour, anyway. You strode for the doorway that led to the living room, your smile wide and feeling more genuine than it had in weeks—

You froze.

No.

No no no

You cursed the alcohol clouding your mind as you stared at Wonwoo, standing in the center of the living room with a red solo cup in his hand. Even if you hoped he hadn’t seen you, it was already too late. He was staring directly at you, his jaw clenched hard.

Seeing him again like this, when you couldn’t prepare yourself for it, took your goddamn breath away. His hair was longer now, curling into the collar of his shirt. He was as ridiculously tall and handsome as ever, though your memory of him did not do him justice. Wonwoo was beautiful in every sense of the word.

The lights and music dimmed as time slowed. Your vision darkened until all you could see was Wonwoo’s face. A thousand emotions flashed through his eyes, passing too quickly for your drunken mind to focus on one.

Your breaths turned shallow. Panicky. You could only see the image of that ring box in his hands, stuck behind your eyelids like some sick still from a movie.

You did the smartest thing you could think of in the moment.

You turned and ran.

Mingyu was nowhere to be found, his car keys with him, though both of you were certainly too drunk to drive his car anyway. You hardly felt the cold pricking your bare legs and arms as you tore open the front door and shot through it. If anything, the sensation was a welcome one to help clear your mind.

You willed the alcohol to process through your body faster. The shock of seeing Wonwoo already had you half-sober, but your movements were still jerky and uncoordinated as you stumbled onto the sidewalk.

A loud gasp tumbled from your lips when a strong hand grasped your elbow. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His hand was distractingly warm as he yanked you around to face him, forcing you to stop.

You stared up at Wonwoo, petrified. He glared down at you, his gaze setting your entire body alight.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He no doubt tried to sound cold, but there was an undercurrent of tension in his voice that ruined it. A painful twinge sparked in your chest at the sound of his voice. You’d somehow forgotten the magnitude of his presence in your time apart. The tone which had once whispered sweet praises in your ear and professed his love for you was nowhere to be found now.

“Uhm… home?”

“You’re drunk.”

Despite your panic, you grinned. “Astute observation.”

Wonwoo released your elbow like you’d burned him. You swayed, abruptly dizzy as you mourned the loss of contact. “Go back in the house,” he bit out. “You’re too drunk to walk home and it’s freezing outside.”

You stared for a moment, at a loss for words. You finally settled on, “I’m sorry. If I’d known you’d be here I wouldn’t have come.”

Wonwoo’s gaze darkened. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why wouldn’t you have come?”

It seemed so obvious to you. This was no longer a world where you and Wonwoo fit in the same room. Rather than answer his question, you took a wary step back.

“I should go home.”

“Absolutely not.” Wonwoo’s tone was firm. A bolt of indignation speared through you at his assumption you would still listen to anything he said. He seemed to notice the rebellion in your eyes because he insisted slowly, “You’re obviously drunk. Even if it wasn’t freezing outside you’re in no condition to walk yourself home.”

He was right, though you had no intention of telling him so. “Mingyu is waiting for me at the convenience store down the street,” you lied.

Wonwoo crossed his muscled arms over his chest, a slight smile quirking his lips. God, you’d forgotten how big he was. “Mingyu is playing spin the bottle in the living room with the others. If I’m not mistaken, he was trying to bargain his way out of kissing Jeonghan when I left.”

You just stared. What could you possibly say to that? He obviously knew you were lying.

Wonwoo sighed abruptly, his arms falling back to his sides in a fake show of nonchalance. You would have believed it if not for his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his hips. “Just go back to the party, okay? If you’re that uncomfortable with seeing me then I’ll leave.”

He turned to walk back towards the house and you surged forward before you could stop yourself. Your brain was still fogged with alcohol, but you were all too aware of your hand clasped around his forearm to stop him.

Wonwoo’s nostrils flared as he looked down at your point of contact, almost like he couldn’t believe you were willingly touching him. Or maybe he was disgusted by it, you couldn’t really tell.

“You don’t have to leave,” you insisted quickly, not completely sure why you bothered. “I’ll go. I’ll just call an Uber or something.” You offered him what you hoped was a reassuring smile. Perhaps it was the drunkenness still obvious on your face, but Wonwoo didn’t seem to believe you in the slightest.

It was at that moment the sky chose to release a very poorly-timed clap of thunder, the sound close enough to make your bones sing. You groaned inwardly. Thunder during a snowstorm was rare enough on its own—your nosebleed this morning had definitely been a bad omen.

Wonwoo’s face shuttered, suddenly resolute in whatever silent choice he’d made in his head. “That’s it.” He used the grip you still had on his arm to tug you back towards Chan’s house. “If you’re so dead-set on leaving, I’m driving you home.”

Panic closed your throat, tight and fast. “No.”

Something akin to hurt flashed across Wonwoo’s face. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m not going to let you corner me in the car for some sort of stupid interrogation.”

Wonwoo wrenched his arm from your grasp quickly enough that you stumbled. He spun to face you, a muscle feathering erratically in his jaw. “Have you stopped to think that maybe I just want to drive you home because it’s cold and about to snow and you’re wearing fucking lingerie as clothing?”

That brought you up short. Fury crackled in Wonwoo’s eyes, the heat of it matched only by the fire in your own.

“Feeling possessive, are we?” You spat. “You have no right—”

“I guess I don’t, do I? You decided that all on your own.” Wonwoo’s words had lost some of their bite. You stared at him, your rapidly-sobering mind reeling as you tried to decipher his expression.

Sadness. That was sadness in his eyes. The fact that you were the cause of it made your heart swoop into your stomach.

“I’m sorry, Wonwoo.” You hadn’t meant to say the words, but there they were. His jaw flexed again at the sound of his name on your lips. “You… you deserve better than me. You always did.”

He shook his head before you’d even finished speaking. “No, I don’t.”

This time, when he took hold of your wrist to lead you back to Chan’s house, his touch was gentle. Somehow, it was a thousand times worse than the bruising grip he’d had on you earlier.

You walked together in careful silence, each of you too afraid to shatter the illusion of peace which had temporarily settled between you. One wrong move, wrong look, risked sending you into a screaming match.

You were only half surprised when Wonwoo strode past the walkway that led to Chan’s house, instead making for his car parked down the street. It was directly behind Mingyu’s. Your eyes flickered to the back of Wonwoo’s head where he walked a step in front of you. That would mean… he knew you were here when he arrived. He’d known you were inside and still chose to go in.

“I need to tell Mingyu that I’m leaving. He’ll throw a hissy-fit if—”

“I already did.” Wonwoo opened the passenger door for you, pointedly looking anywhere other than your face as you lowered yourself into the car. “I texted him the second you ran.”

Ran. Yeah, that little episode was going to be embarrassing tomorrow.

Wonwoo’s car smelled exactly as you remembered it. Woody and masculine, an undercurrent of your perfume staining the leather seats, even after all these months. Yet another sensory detail to break your heart.

You didn’t have to direct him back to your apartment building. He drove in silence, his fingers clenched so hard around the wheel his knuckles paled under the strain. You very deliberately ignored the way his forearms flexed as he drove, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow.

It was all too easy to pretend it was six months ago. The dark car, the scent of Wonwoo invading your nostrils, the careful silence; if you tried hard enough, you could convince yourself nothing had happened. It was just like old times—you had spent the night bothering Wonwoo at the bar, now he was driving you home and sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. There were no painful emotions save the secret yearning for one another neither of you wanted to express.

You cracked your knuckles nervously as Wonwoo pulled the car to a stop in front of your building. He leaned forward in his seat so he could peer through the windshield, his hands still clasped on the wheel.

“It looks the same,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “I don’t know why I expected it to be different.”

You swallowed thickly. “Do you… want to come up?”

He was quiet for a long moment. “I shouldn’t. I thought seeing you would help, but… fuck, I don’t know.” Wonwoo rubbed a hand over his jaw and glanced over at you, a strange glint of amusement in his eyes. “I was hoping that you were doing poorly, you know.”

“You were?”

“I thought it would make me feel better, to see you suffering. Turns out that backfired.”

You felt like a broken record, your only available words coming in the form of questions. “Why?”

“Because you aren’t suffering. You aren’t sick or ugly or depressed. You’re just…” You felt the stricken expression on your face without having to see it. “You’re still as beautiful as the day you left me.”

You closed your eyes. You were no longer tipsy enough to feel numb and with each passing second you questioned how you had managed to find yourself in this situation.

“Come up, Wonwoo. We can talk.”

He was shaking his head before you even finished speaking. “Just go. Please.” He flexed his fingers on the steering wheel, his knuckles a glaring white. “I’ll let Mingyu know you got home safely.”

Even if you wanted to move, you couldn’t. Your muscles locked, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Perhaps you subconsciously wished to prolong this stolen moment with Wonwoo as long as you could.

“If there were anything I could say to take your pain away, I would.” You could feel the scalding heat of Wonwoo’s gaze on your face without looking at him. “Just know that I’m sorry. I think I will be for the rest of my life.”

“Did you even have a reason?” His tone was abruptly harsher than before and you flinched. “We were doing fine. Better than fine, I thought. We had breakfast like normal, you went to work like normal, we were supposed to meet in the park for lunch, then–nothing. I got home and all your stuff was gone.”

Hearing it aloud like that, especially from his perspective… guilt gripped your throat like a vise. What you’d said a moment ago was all too true: there was no way to explain your commitment issues in a way that would make him feel better.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated weakly. There was a distant throbbing in your temples, a sure sign of your approaching hangover. You mercifully regained control of your muscles and shouldered the door open, frigid winter air prickling your bare skin. The scent of snow hung heavy in the air.

You had barely reached your full height on the curb when the sound of Wonwoo’s door opening and slamming nearly made you jump out of your skin. For what had to be the third time tonight, he grabbed your elbow and spun you around to face him. You tried not to cower at the way he towered over you, his expression nothing short of seething.

“Tell me why,” he hissed, his tone half pleading and half a curse. You opened and closed your mouth several times, unable to speak. What did he expect you to say? You could hardly think around the proximity of his face to yours—it had been over six months since the last time you were within kissing distance of Wonwoo. Now, the possibility was so dizzying you were struck dumb.

You stared up at him, wide-eyed. His face was a conundrum of sharp angles and delicate features, made harsher by the passion written across it. Maybe you were still a little drunk, because you lifted a hand to drift your fingertips across his cheekbone before you could stop yourself. You hadn’t realized how much you missed his glasses until this moment.

Almost like it was on instinct, Wonwoo’s eyes fluttered closed at your touch. His skin was fire-hot beneath the pads of your fingers. You were certain the two of you would look ridiculous to any random passerby but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. At some point one of his broad arms had encircled your waist, his forearm trapping you to his chest as you timidly explored his features.

Heaven. Touching Wonwoo was nothing short of heaven. And by some miracle, despite his fury with you, his hurt, he was allowing you to continue.

“I saw the ring,” you whispered, hardly more than a breath of air moving.

Wonwoo’s eyes snapped open. “What did you say?”

You swallowed. “That day at the park. I was walking up from behind you and… I saw the box in your hands.” His face further paled with each word that left your mouth. “You looked terrified and I… I couldn’t let you down like that.”

Wonwoo’s fingers curled around your wrist and pulled your hand away from his face, though he didn’t release you. And to your intense surprise, he began to laugh. It was a sharp sound, like he didn’t really find it funny at all, but you had no time to process the sound before Wonwoo crushed his lips to yours.

For a moment, you were simply frozen. Wonwoo’s mouth was starkly warm compared to the winter air around you, the feel of it as familiar to you as your own. Snowflakes had just begun to drift in the air around you, getting caught in his dark hair and eyelashes before turning to slush.

His hands moved so they gripped your hip bones, pulling you further into his heat. His jeans scratched against your upper thighs, and it was that sensation that made you realize you were kissing Wonwoo back. Your lips moved demandingly against his, your mouths and teeth and tongues dancing together. He kissed you like you were the cure he’d been searching for, you returning the fervor as if he were the very air you breathed.

Completely by accident, a whimper escaped your throat. The sound was tight and breathless, one you hadn’t made for anyone or anything since Wonwoo. He groaned low in his chest and it sent warmth pooling straight to your core.

You raked your cold fingers through his hair at the base of his neck. You enjoyed its length far more than you thought you would—like this, it was long enough to tug at the root and draw more pretty moans from him. You clenched around nothing each time he did so, your mind laser-focused on the hard length you felt pressing insistently into your lower stomach. It was another thing you’d failed to recall about Wonwoo—after six months of his absence, you severely doubted he would fit. It had taken months to adjust you to his size the first time.

Wonwoo bit down on your lower lip and roughly sucked, forcing another moan from you. It was intoxicating, kissing him. His large hands groped your ass, your lower back, your ribcage; no matter where he touched you, it was never enough for him. He kissed you with the desperation of a man starved.

Which was why when he abruptly pulled away, his lips kiss-bitten and expression wild, you unabashedly whined. Wonwoo stared down at you, his chest heaving. His hair was spiked in strange directions where you had run your hands through it, the top three buttons of his shirt somehow undone.

He averted his eyes at the same moment you did. You feared one wrong look would send you both back into the frenzy and a snowy sidewalk was not the place for it. Wonwoo met your eyes again, some unspoken words contained within them that you couldn’t begin to decipher. He looked like he wanted to throttle you as much as he wanted to kiss you again and, if you were being completely honest, you weren’t sure which you’d prefer.

Without another word, Wonwoo spun on his heel and marched back to the other side of his car. You silently begged him to hesitate—to turn back and pounce on you again. The part of your brain crazed by lust wanted him to take his anger out on your body more than you wanted to breathe.

He did no such thing. Wonwoo didn’t spare you another glance before he slammed the driver’s side door shut behind him and sped off, the car almost instantly consumed by exhaust and snowfall.

Later, you would not be able to recall how long you stood there, frozen on the sidewalk. You stared after him, your breaths shallow, until painful chills rose on your skin and your teeth began to chatter.

What the hell had you done?

~~~

You couldn’t sleep.

You tossed and turned for hours, met with the image of Wonwoo kissing you every time you dared close your eyes. The taste of him still lingered in your mouth, the feel of his skin tingling on the tips of your fingers. The new year came and went, and you realized that Wonwoo had wound up being your midnight kiss, after all.

It was close to 3:30 in the morning when you decided you couldn’t stand it anymore. Mingyu still wasn’t home—he likely wouldn’t be until after dawn, and you doubted you could take another second of the silence without him. You’d walked into your apartment alone and stone-cold sober, a fact which didn’t help with the empty ache in the center of your chest.

After finally managing to pull your feet free of the sidewalk, you hadn’t bothered to remove your party dress before you fell into bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable sleepwear in the world, but you’d been too dejected to mess with it.

You rolled out of bed, annoyance prickling the backs of your eyes. You knew you had no right to be frustrated, not after what you did to him, but you couldn’t understand how Wonwoo could just leave like that. The second he’d pulled away from you he looked as though he’d seen a ghost.

You left a living room lamp on for Mingyu and shoved your feet into a pair of tennis shoes, running your fingers through your hair by way of brushing it. You didn’t dare look at your reflection in the mirror as you shrugged on a coat—looking a bit unhinged was probably appropriate for what you were about to do, anyway.

The drive was quiet, only the sound of your car and the drifting snowflakes outside to keep you company. The roads were mercifully empty, for the most part, save a few stragglers making their way home after their own New Year’s Eve celebrations.

When you arrived at Wonwoo’s apartment, you sat in your car for what felt like an eternity, contemplating if you should risk going up or not. He probably wouldn’t be happy to see you—hell, you wouldn’t be happy to see you.

“Fuck it,” you whispered to yourself. You had to try. You’d regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t. The walk to Wonwoo’s front door was mechanical, your body running on pure muscle memory. An odd sort of nerves quickened your heartbeat as you stopped on the mat. He hadn’t gotten a new one since you left. You had bought his welcome mat as a joke a year and a half ago, an ugly monstrosity that read I’ll only answer for Girl Scouts that he insisted wasn’t funny.

You knocked twice and stepped back, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. You should just go home. He didn’t want to see you again, that much was obvious from the way he left you earlier. Yet for some reason, you couldn’t force yourself to walk away.

You waited for long enough that you thought he wouldn’t open the door. Maybe he was asleep—the thought he wasn’t kept awake by the memory of kissing you the way you were sent embarrassment flooding your veins. You had just turned to leave when the door swung open, and all you could do was stare.

Wonwoo didn’t react to your presence, seemingly unsurprised to find you on his doorstep. His gaze was hard, faint shadows staining his undereyes behind his glasses. His hair stuck up straight on one side, a sure sign he had been tossing and turning the same way you had been. All the words that had been building in your throat during the drive here dissipated into nothing at the sight of him.

He wordlessly stepped aside to let you in and damn you if your expression didn’t crumple with relief. His scent enveloped you as you entered and your heart lurched. You stopped in the open kitchen and turned to face him, your arms still protectively crossed over your chest. He mirrored your stance, his gray sleep shirt pulled tight across his shoulders.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” you choked out at last. It wasn’t exactly a lie, you realized. You weren’t really sure why you had bothered to come here—the only thing you knew was that being in his absence felt akin to dying at the moment.

“You shouldn’t be,” he said flatly. The expression on his face was very carefully neutral, a sort of coldness that didn’t suit him at all.

Your heart sank. “I know. I’m sorry, I just… I’m so sorry.” You weren’t making any sense, but it didn’t really matter.

Wonwoo released a deep sigh and sank into a bar stool at his kitchen island. He massaged his jaw with a hand, his eyes flickering between your face and a point over your head.

“When you didn’t show up to the park, I thought the worst had happened.” His voice was tense and he hesitated. You held your breath while he collected his thoughts, trying your best to allow him room to think. “What if you had gotten into an accident? Or there was an emergency with Mingyu or your family and you couldn’t contact me? I had already started thinking about what my hobby would be in prison if someone had hurt you.” He smiled bitterly to himself.

“I got home and everything you had left here over the years was gone. I would’ve thought you were a dream if it weren’t for the smell of your damn perfume all over everything. Two weeks later I saw you walking downtown with Mingyu and Hao.” Your breath caught. You knew exactly which night he was referring to. Your friends had forced you out of the apartment when they tired of watching Dirty Dancing on repeat. “You looked… fine.” Wonwoo’s voice dripped with disbelief. “You laughed at something Minghao said and followed him into a bar. Why were you fine? How did you manage it so quickly?”

When you spoke, your voice was hoarse. “I didn’t. I was pretending, even tonight at the party.”

Wonwoo nodded distantly. “Me too. The second I saw Mingyu’s car I thought I was going to go insane. If you had brought someone else to Chan’s…” he cleared his throat. “I still can’t think about it. When I saw you inside I thought my heart would fall out of my ass.”

Despite yourself, you giggled. Wonwoo tossed a dirty look in your direction which you returned with a small smile. If only he knew.

“Anyway, I…” Wonwoo trailed off and reached into his pocket. Your heart ceased beating completely as he set a small velvet box on the counter between you. “Open it.” When you remained frozen, he urged softly, “Go on.”

After a moment of hesitation, you reached out. The crushed velvet was soft beneath your fingertips, warm from being in Wonwoo’s pocket for so long. You took a deep breath, held it, and at last opened the box.

Inside was a key.

You would have sworn in that moment the entire world came crashing down around you. The key was small and a burnished gold, Wonwoo’s apartment number engraved on the rectangular handle.

God, you were a fucking idiot.

Wonwoo cleared his throat. “Since you didn’t respond to any of my attempts to reach you, I couldn’t ask you what happened. I would have been able to explain myself to you.” He stood and approached you slowly, moving as if he wished not to frighten you. You only became aware your cheeks were glistening when Wonwoo took your face in his hands and wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

“I’m not ready to get married, baby. And I’d like to think I know you well enough by now to know you aren’t either.” Wonwoo took another deep breath, his eyes unreadable. “I was going to ask you to move in with me that day. I had no idea it would drive you to break up with me, though.”

Your teeth chattered, likely with nerves as much as the cold. You couldn’t believe what a fool you were. Even more than that, an ass.

Ever so slowly, Wonwoo kissed each corner of your lips, his hands still braced on your jaw. Gradually, beneath the heat of his touch, your jaw ceased its chattering. You remained perfectly still, not completely sure what you were supposed to do.

“Tell me,” he began lowly. “Are you really sorry?”

You nodded hastily. You wished there were a way to express it so that he would never doubt its truth. “I’ve never been so sorry in my life.”

“Do you even know how much you hurt me, baby?” Wonwoo breathed, his tongue ghosting over a tear that had escaped your eye before it could fall. A shudder worked through your body. “Mind if I return the favor?”

You froze. You had no idea what he meant, but you still didn’t move when Wonwoo’s lips pressed gently against yours. He kissed you softly, delicately, like you were something he would break if he wasn’t careful. If your kiss earlier had been fire, this was frost.

You kissed him back, allowing your arms to rest over his shoulders as you rose onto your toes for better access. Wonwoo watched you through hooded eyes as his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring and tasting as if he hadn’t done it a thousand times before.

He pried the key from your cold fingers and set it gently on the counter without removing his lips from yours. You hardly noticed. Though Wonwoo was moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, there was a heat building in your stomach that demanded your complete attention.

Each time you tried to kiss him more intensely or grind your hips against his, he drew away. It was infuriating, this game he played, and after several minutes you released a shameless whine into his mouth. Your hands drifted from his shoulders and down his chest until your fingers found the hem of his shirt. He shivered when your fingertips ghosted across the muscled strip of skin below his navel.

Enough playing.

Your lips curled into a smile against his at the same moment you palmed his impressive length through his pants, already half-hard. It snapped whatever internal leash he’d been holding on himself.

In one swift movement, Wonwoo grabbed your ass hard enough to bruise and yanked you off the ground. You gasped sharply, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he used one arm to sweep everything off the island behind you. He didn’t give you a chance to collect yourself before his lips crashed against yours again, far more demanding than before.

His tongue invaded your mouth with an urgency that drew short pants from your throat. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to catch your breath. You barely noticed when he ripped his glasses off and tossed them onto the counter beside you. His hands were everywhere. In your hair, on your face, your throat—he shoved his fingers beneath your coat and yanked it off your shoulders, nearly popping a button in the process.

He groaned, the sound a near growl, when he saw your dress beneath it. He pulled away to admire you and you gasped shallow breaths, the sudden access to oxygen making your head spin. His long fingers toyed with one of the straps, simultaneously undressing you with his eyes.

“This fucking thing,” he muttered roughly. “Who did you wear this slutty thing for?”

God, you were so wet you could feel your slick halfway down your thighs. If Wonwoo pulled the hem of your dress any higher he would see. You breathed at last, “You, baby. Only you.”

Wonwoo made an appreciative noise and allowed his mouth to drift over yours, his lips parted just enough to allow your tongue past them. He gave you no warning before his hand dove beneath your dress. His fingertips pushed against your entrance over your panties and you writhed, not caring how desperate you seemed.

He took his time, much to your dismay. His fingers trailed over your slit, flimsy lace still separating skin from skin, and down your inner thighs. Wonwoo released a shaky sigh when he discovered how drenched you were, your only sign that he was exerting an insane amount of self-control not to fuck you. His thumb pressed down briefly on your clit and you jolted at the bolt of heat that speared through you.

His other hand lifted to grip the back of your neck, holding you in place as you squirmed. “God, I missed this,” he said into your mouth. “You think this pussy still remembers me?” You were so hyper-focused on his hand between your legs that you couldn’t manage to respond.

At last, his fingers nudged your panties to the side. Your body locked as his middle finger circled your soaked entrance once, then sank inside. You loosed a shuddering breath of relief at the sensation, your pussy tensing and unintentionally sucking his finger deeper. Wonwoo hissed with approval.

His eyes burned with lust as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, watching every micro-change in your expression through half-closed lids. You moaned readily for him, not only to motivate him to continue, but because after six months of celibacy your body felt like a live wire.

He smoothly inserted another finger with the first and you whimpered softly.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice so laden with desire he hardly sounded like himself. “You haven’t fucked anyone else, have you?”

You clasped the back of his neck in a hand, mostly to keep your shaking body from falling off the counter. “Never, no one else.”

Despite the show he was putting on for you, you felt Wonwoo’s body marginally relax at that.

Wonwoo moved his hand that was on your neck to your chest and forced your body down until you laid flat on the counter. His fingers increased their pace inside of you and curled, each thrust bumping your g-spot and drawing lewd moans from your throat.

He bent over you and tugged at the roots of your hair until you had no choice but to look at him. It was a monumental effort to keep your eyes open, especially when his thumb began moving over your clit in time with his fingers. “You will not cum, do you hear me?” He commanded softly. You clenched hard around his fingers. “Say it.”

“I won’t cum,” you gasped out. “I won’t cum, I swear it.”

Wonwoo’s answering smile made you whimper. “That’s my girl.”

He pulled his fingers out of you and shoved your dress up your body, barely giving you time to help him in getting it all the way off. You only half noticed the sound of lace tearing as he ripped your panties off you and, since your dress didn’t allow you to wear a bra, you laid on the counter completely bare to him in less than ten seconds flat.

Wonwoo pressed his hard length against your pussy, the roughness of his pants against your overheated skin making your eyes roll back into your head. His fingers curled around your throat and squeezed at the same moment he tapped your lower lip with the ones that had just been inside you. Your lips parted immediately and you fought the urge to gag when his fingers sank into your throat to the knuckle.

You sucked greedily, reveling in the deep flush that crept up Wonwoo’s throat and onto his cheeks at the sight. He was teetering on the edge of a cliff, you could tell. One wrong move and he would dive off of it.

You moaned softly as he sank to his knees and roughly tugged your hips further off the edge of the counter.

He pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee. “You’re going to take what I give you, do you understand?”

You knew better than to respond nonverbally. “Yes, sir.”

Wonwoo groaned deep in his throat and dragged his tongue up the inside of your thigh. He repeated the action on your other leg, eagerly cleaning any of your slick that remained there. You were quivering with tension, your body so tightly wound that you worried your muscles would snap.

When Wonwoo’s full lips at last closed around your clit you thought you would pass out. Your hand immediately shot into his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp as you wantonly moaned. He made expert work of you, his tongue licking several stripes up your slit and circling around your fluttering entrance.

You couldn’t even look at him for fear of cumming. The one time you did, you nearly plummeted off the edge. His eyes were closed, that same pretty blush staining his cheeks and climbing to his hairline. Wonwoo couldn’t stop moaning into you, the vibrations shooting up your spine and curling white-hot in your belly.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he cooed, his condescending tone completely at odds with his praise. “Even better than I remember.”

Your hips ground against his face, desperately seeking your orgasm even though he’d instructed you not to cum. Wonwoo plunged two of his fingers into your heat without easing you into it this time and you released a tight cry. The burn of the stretch was glorious; you had the thought that if he removed his fingers you might very well die. He scissored you opened roughly, any gentleness now out the window as lust clouded his brain completely.

You rocketed higher, your body shaking and pulsing completely out of your control. Wonwoo suckled your clit in tandem with his fingers pumping in and out of you, his pace so brutal that stars flickered behind your eyelids.

“Please, Wonwoo---pleasepleaseplease,” you babbled senselessly. “So good, baby, you—ah—I’m gonna cum—”

All at once, Wonwoo stopped.

You whined defiantly, your eyes snapping open as he pulled his fingers out of you. His hand grasped your jaw hard, forcing you to meet his gaze. He met your furious expression with a saccharine smile.

“Be a good girl, now,” he said sweetly. He licked every bit of you off his fingers, obviously enjoying the way you panted at the action. Wonwoo pressed his lips to yours and pulled away before you could deepen the kiss. “You don’t cum until I say you can.”

Your head fell back onto the counter, your denied orgasm still thrumming through your veins. You saw now what he intended to do. You had hurt him, so he would hurt you. Wonwoo planned to draw this out as long as he possibly could, no matter how you begged.

You snapped back to attention at the sensation of his clothed cock on your center. Your eyes fell to your point of contact, both of you completely enraptured by the sight as your slick stained his pants. When you risked looking at his face, Wonwoo was biting his lower lip so hard you were surprised he didn’t draw blood.

He thrust against you gently, ever-so-slowly forcing you back up the climb to your orgasm. Wonwoo braced his hands on either side of your waist, the veins in his forearms bulging as his arms shook.

“You look so damn pretty like this,” he muttered, almost to himself. His cock strained against his pants, practically begging to be freed as he ground against you. If he wasn’t inside of you soon you were very sure you’d go insane.

You rolled your hips on him and he’d finally reached his breaking point. Anticipation thrummed through you as he yanked his t-shirt over his head, at last revealing his perfect torso. Even after all this time, you couldn’t believe the way he was built. His skin glistened with a light sheet of sweat, only accentuating his muscled pecs and abs.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked hard while he shoved his pants down his legs. Your fingers tangled in his hair again at the sensation, offering him whispered praises while he left a smattering of love-bites across your chest.

Wonwoo paid no mind to his hard cock as it rested on your pelvic bone, instead kneading your breasts in his large hands and showing your other nipple the same attention as the first. His hips thrusted, pushing his dick through your folds, almost as if the action was unintentional. The friction was driving you wild and you moaned for him, your orgasm just barely out of reach.

He continued sucking your nipple as one of his hands snaked between you, his fingers resuming their earlier effort to prep you. The thought made your mouth go dry. Not for the first time tonight, you wondered how your body would respond to his impressive size.

Just the scissoring of his fingers made you squirm, adrenaline and endorphins making your vision go hazy. This time, his denial of your orgasm was likely unintentional as he extracted his fingers from you.

He lined the head of his cock up with your entrance, stopping once it had fitted itself inside just enough to stay there. Your tight ring of muscle pulsed, desperate to have him inside. Still, he didn’t move, just staring at you as if he worried you would vanish into thin air.

Then he began to push in. And in. And in. You both gritted your teeth, pain and pleasure seamlessly mixing as he attempted to fit his cock into you. The months without him had not done well for your ability to accommodate him.

Tears stung behind your eyes and you released a half moan, half cry. “It hurts, Wonwoo.” Your fingers clasped the back of his neck, pulling him down until his face was just over yours.

He grimaced but didn’t look away from your face, seemingly enamored by your pained, blissed out expression.

“You can take it.” He pressed a swift kiss to the corner of your eye. So slowly, Wonwoo continued to work himself into you, thrusting gently and barely gaining any depth on each pass. You panted into one another’s mouths, both of your lips parted as pleasure consumed your bodies. It hurt like fucking hell, but you would be damned if he tried to stop.

All at once your walls gave way.

Wonwoo sank into you to the hilt, your hips pressed flush against each other. You released simultaneous sighs of relief at the pressure that was immediately eased. His forehead fell against yours and he let out a shaky, quiet laugh, obviously pleased at the way you managed to take all of him.

“Atta girl,” he whispered and rewarded you with another kiss.

He began to thrust and immediately that tight ball began to form again in your stomach. You moaned senselessly, recklessly, begging him to go deeper and faster and not to stop all in the same breath.

Wonwoo grunted with each thrust, the head of his cock knocking into your g-spot over and over again.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned in your ear. You clenched around him and he released his first true moan of the night. He had to be careful—the tight, wet heat of you had driven him to the edge of orgasm so fast he genuinely feared he would cum before you. It was obvious to you that he wouldn’t last long; his gaze was laser-focused on the spot he drove into you, that same muscle in his jaw spasming repeatedly.

“Wonwoo, please—” you raked your fingernails across his shoulders as you whined, if only as a way to ground yourself. “I want to cum on your cock, please let me—”

“Desperate, baby?” Whatever tone he’d tried to achieve in his taunt was lost by the pleasure laced through his voice. He increased his pace, thrusting into you hard enough that he pushed you further onto the counter. Wonwoo grabbed your ankles and threw your legs on his shoulders—he somehow reached even deeper in this position, deep enough you thought you might be split in half—

Your high began to crest out of nowhere—

Wonwoo pulled out.

You let out a terse cry, your walls fluttering around nothing as you mourned the loss of yet another orgasm.

“You fucking asshole—”

Wonwoo cut you off when he literally threw you over his shoulder and smacked your ass hard enough to sting. You protested the entire way to his bedroom, both pleased and a little concerned when you saw angry red lines where you’d scratched his back earlier.

He tossed you onto the bed and wasted no time positioning himself behind you. “When you cum—” he pulled you up by your throat so you were both on your knees, your back pressed tight to his chest “—I want you to land somewhere soft when you pass out.”

He entered you again in one smooth thrust, your walls now so drenched and plush that he sank in easily. Wonwoo thrust mercilessly, his pace brutal and hard and perfect. You ground your hips back into him, your hand rising to cover his where his fingers squeezed the sides of your throat with expert pressure. Your head felt light as a cloud, your vision swimming in and out of focus at the lack of oxygen.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder and his fingers found your clit, rubbing quick, precise circles onto the bundle of nerves. Your orgasm rose and rose and rose—surely you couldn’t last much longer.

Wonwoo pressed a fierce kiss to your brow and moaned in your ear as his thrusts became more erratic. “Cum,” he commanded.

And you were gone. Your orgasm streaked through you like a lightning bolt, your vision failing completely as your pussy clenched so hard that Wonwoo was forced to stop thrusting. He loosed a shuddering moan into your ear, raising goosebumps on your scalp, as he too found his release. He came inside of you in thick, hot spurts, his cum trapped inside your walls by the sheer girth of his cock.

Between your walls and his cock pulsing in response to the other, both of your orgasms were drawn out to the point of pain. Each time you began to come down, his dick twitched against your g-spot and started the process all over again. At some point, much to your embarrassment, you proved Wonwoo right when you slumped against him for several seconds, completely oblivious. He held you through it, whispering sweet praises in your ear and tracing gentle shapes over your bare abdomen.

At last, you both came back to earth. He pulled his softening cock out of you and you both whimpered at the sudden loss. For a long moment though, you just remained like that—both on your knees, his arms wrapped protectively around you as you caught your breath.

You turned your head and smiled softly into the kiss Wonwoo gave you. “Stay here,” he murmured. He was only gone for a moment, during which time you laid completely on the bed and basked in the post-orgasm bliss and the ache between your thighs. When he returned, it was with a warm wash-cloth and glass of water in hand.

He cleaned you up quietly as you drank the water he gave you. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him even if you wanted to. You were so completely enamored by the sight of him—surely there was no man more perfect in the world than this one.

“I truly am sorry, Wonwoo. There’s no excuse—”

“I get it,” he said, cutting you off. You swallowed thickly. “I just wish you would have talked to me. We could have avoided this whole mess in the first place.”

“I know. I want—I mean, if you want… Fuck.” You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands, frustrated with your inability to speak. “That is, if you’ll still have me—”

Wonwoo cut you off again, this time with a harsh kiss to your lips that almost left you moaning and ready for him again. He stared intensely into your eyes, the warm brown color of his bathing you in comfort.

“You’re mine, baby,” he said confidently. “That didn’t change when you ran away and it certainly doesn’t change now.”

You nearly slumped with relief. You shared an abruptly shy smile with Wonwoo which he returned, one only meant for one another. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand that read 5:15.

He shrugged lightly, the muscles in his powerful shoulders shifting. “I think some people would consider this a good time for breakfast. Hungry?” You nodded lightly, unable to rid yourself of the smile on your face. “I think I have pancake mix around here somewhere.”

You greedily watched his bare ass as Wonwoo pulled on a pair of sweatpants and left his bedroom. When he returned, it was with your phone and his gray t-shirt from earlier. You gratefully pulled on the latter and accepted the thousandth affectionate kiss Wonwoo had given you tonight.

He left again to cook breakfast, leaving you to smile at the empty doorway like a lovesick idiot. You shook your head to clear it as you turned on your phone, waiting for it to boot back up.

You knew it would take time and patience with Wonwoo. You had hurt him in a way that many wouldn’t forgive, yet somehow you were lucky enough that he understood and loved you anyway. You truly hoped that when the day came for Wonwoo to actually propose, you wouldn’t react like such a goddamn coward.

The smell of pancakes filled the apartment as your phone finally lit up, among the living once again. Immediately, a string of texts filled your screen, all of which were from Mingyu. They varied in subject and capitalization, but the most recent three made you laugh out loud.

U so got laid, didn’t u?

So much for ur nosebleed being a bad omen

Fuck u for getting laid when I didn’t

“What are you laughing at?” Wonwoo called from the kitchen. You sighed contentedly and rolled over, tossing your phone to the other side of the bed.

“Nothing,” you responded cheerily. “I guess Jeonghan is a bad kisser.”

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All I Think About | Choi Seungcheol (m)

✦pairing: fwb!Seungcheol x afab reader ✦genre: smut (minors DNI), a lil bit of fluff and angst ig

✦warnings: teasing, a lil bit of jealousy, emotional constipation, grinding on the thigh, fingering, unprotected sex (pls wear protection), edging, calls the reader a slut, a lil degradation then, rough sex woohoo, kissing on the neck, anyways minors pls do not interact with this thank you. ✦wc: ~3.6K AN: Hi all, this is my first smut/fic post on this Tumblr. I haven't been on this platform in a while, so I apologize as I'm still getting used to it and trying to get more interactive. Otherwise, I just wanted to bite the bullet and get my first writing out on here, it probably could use a little bit more proofreading, but I'm pretty happy with it otherwise. I was heavily inspired by that Enhypen Foreshadow and Taylor Swift Style remix (IYKYK), and played a good bit off of Style for fun. Let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy (;

Seungcheol pulled up to your place tonight with no headlights, sending you a text that he arrived and that he was waiting outside in his car. You snuck down the staircase, praying your roommates wouldn’t hear you as you trekked quietly to the front door.

They’d absolutely kill you if they knew you were meeting up with him after you had just spent the last week spiraling over a recent post you saw of him. He was out and about in a club with a group of girls in the class below you. All night, his group of friends and him had been posting belligerent stories of them dancing and drinking with the girls. In the background of one story specifically, he had his arm wrapped around a pretty girl, a gummy smile adorning his face as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. This had sent you into a week-long spiral, locking yourself in your room only to leave for lectures as necessary and the occasional meal.

However, you had no right to be jealous, and you knew damn well that you didn’t. Seungcheol and you had been best friends for years now, recently becoming friends with benefits the past couple of months after a night of drunken neediness and passion. Both of you had decided to continue the shenanigans since it felt good to let off the steam together, and it just felt so right. Your frequent hangouts becoming much more than the study sessions and casual movie nights. You found yourself becoming addicted to his touch, his scent, his lips; you could go on and on about how he drove you wild in such a different way than before.

You knew you were headed towards rock bottom one night. Your heart fluttered a little faster than normal when he looked softly into your eyes, kissing you with passion as always, hands roaming, and whispering sweet nothings. You thought maybe he felt it too, maybe you should express how you felt, that this was becoming much more than friends with benefits to you. But you were too emotionally constipated to ever say anything and feared the worst. You pushed him away that night, cutting things off abruptly, and escorting him out of your house.

Resultingly, you hadn’t spoken for a month up until now due to how things had ended. It had been a while since either of you had heard from each other, giving you both the space that you needed. However, tonight he had texted you out of the blue, asking what you were doing and if he could come pick you up. You almost jumped out of your bed in giddiness, only for it to die down realizing exactly what he was seeking. Of course, you obliged still, agreeing to meet with him but only on the terms that it had to be on the down low. He knew that your roommates weren’t the biggest fan of him, as they had been his friends too, always encouraging him to speak to you about how he truly felt. He knew he had disappointed them the day after you had kicked him out, your closest roommate eyeing him down as she crossed paths with him on campus.

You shook your head staring at the brief text chain between you and Seungcheol, ashamed of what you two have become. You never thought you’d lose a friend like this, nor that you would ever agree to a midnight booty call in advance. Of course, you were still excited to be reunited with Seungcheol, excitement bubbling in your stomach at the thought of seeing him again. You couldn’t deny that you yearned for his touch, but even more so yearned to hear his laugh again or to be the one to make him smile. You had to hold yourself back from skipping towards the passenger side of his car, trying to remain as indifferent as possible as you opened the door only to see his annoyingly handsome face again.

Seungcheol pulled out of your driveway, turning on his headlights as he drove out of the neighborhood. The air in the car was thick with tension, quiet music playing in the background as you both avoided being the first person to initiate conversation. You kept your attention ahead of you, only focusing on the cars passing by and noting the similar landmarks that you usually passed along the way to Seungcheol’s place. In comparison, Seungcheol couldn’t keep his eyes off you, you felt his gaze shifting towards you every so often, which made you suppress your blush just in case he could see it. If you weren’t being so stubborn, you would have giggled and scolded him to keep his eyes on the road. However, you couldn’t acknowledge the way you felt his eyes burning into you tonight, too scared to spark the conversation first.

Upon arriving at Seungcheol’s place, he quickly turned off the engine and jogged around to open the passenger door for you. You gave him a shy smile to say thank you. His hand gently brushed your lower back as he guided you towards the front door in silence, sending shivers down your spine feeling electrified by his touch. He only took his hand off your back to shuffle in front of you to unlock his front door.

You took advantage of his back facing you, allowing yourself to analyze his figure for the first time tonight. You so badly wanted to run your hands over his broad shoulders or through his thick black hair. It had been slicked back after he kept running a nervous hand through it during the drive, which was something you noticed in addition to his burning eyes. His bright, thick lips were in a pout as he scrambled with his keys.

Seungcheol finally unlocks his front door, holding it open for you and beckoning you to enter before him. The entryway was pitch black; the only light being provided by the moonlight shining through the windows. You both shuffled around in silence, removing your coats and shoes, his hand once again brushing you gently as he reaches for you.

This is when you lost it, shying away from him as your voice betrayed you, letting out what sounded like a whimper, “Don’t you have some other girl to fuck around with now, Seungcheol?”

You can hear him scoff, his hands now grabbing both your arms and slowly leading you back against the wall. “Why do you think that, Y/N?” He’s got you right where he wants you, the soft lighting from the moon illuminating your face so that he can see his effect on you. The light bounces off the wall behind you, allowing you to better see his features as he stares incredulously back at you.

“I s-saw it on Jeonghan’s story, you’ve been hanging out with all those girls lately,” you stutter out and it looks like a lightbulb goes off in his head. You refrain from banging your head back into the wall, feeling incredibly exposed and silly for ever saying anything to your friend. “J-Just thought… thought that maybe you were talking to one of them.”

He lets out a soft laugh, one of the hands that had caged you against the wall wanders up to your cheek to cup it. You try not to lean into his touch, but you can’t help it. His rough thumb caresses your skin so softly that the gentle touch sends heat right down to your core.

“Well, that may be true,” he sighs, and you feel your heart sink a bit. You begin to realize that this is a mistake, squirming to push him away once again. Instead, he shocks you by dipping down to your neck, scattering hot kisses from your ear to your jaw. Hot breath once again tickles your ear, his hands roaming all over your body as you try not to buck your hips into him. “They don’t drive me crazy like you do, I can’t get you out of my mind, Y/N.”

You let out another whimper at his statement, allowing him to continue caressing your body and finally giving in to him. You can feel his smirk pressing into your neck. It’s almost as if he’s trying to feel your pulse through the way he presses his lips against you, relishing in how your heartbeat quickens at his confession as he starts to pepper more kisses along your sensitive spots. You can’t hold back anymore, hands desperately gripping at his shirt as he begins to nip and suck on your neck with new fervor.

Breathing out heavily, you confess, “fuck, Seungcheol, I can’t get you out of my mind either. I missed this, I missed you,” you moan as his teeth graze your jaw, “I missed us.” A confession you hadn’t meant to make, but so be it.

“Same here, baby,” Seungcheol almost growled, this time attaching your lips to his in a heated kiss. You both kissed like you had been starving for one another, his mouth capturing your soft moans and whines with his as you battled for dominance. Your hands made your way to his hair, pulling at the strands as he lets out a groan that has your knees going weak.

Seungcheol notices this, slotting a thigh between your legs as you become needier for his touch. He has you fully pressed up against the wall now, his tongue battling with yours as he lets out soft curses between hot kisses. Your heated core is now pressed up against his thigh, his hands running down your waist to latch onto your hips to help guide you as you grind against him. You moan in relief, his thigh feels so good against your center that you’re almost certain you’ll come undone right then and there.

Your movements get more and more desperate, making Seungcheol’s grasp on your hips a lot firmer than before to forcefully stop your motions. “Why’d you do that, Cheol,” you almost cry out as the high that you’d been chasing slowly ebbed away from your core.

“You don’t get to cum unless I say so,” he spits out as he forcefully grasps your face in one hand. The other hand traveled down to press against your folds through the thin layer of underwear beneath your skirt. The pressure of his hand sent a shock wave of pleasure through you even though you had just been denied an orgasm. “You know what, actually, you don’t get to cum unless you're cumming around my cock.”

Seungcheol lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom. Unceremoniously, he throws you down onto the bed and begins pulling all garments off your body. He litters kisses all over your exposed skin, wasting no time whatsoever as he yanks your bra off and immediately attaches his lips to your nipple. You attempt to fumble with his belt as he pushes you down onto his bed, and he pulls away from you to only pull his shirt off his body. Taking this time as he hovers above you on his knees, he tsks staring down at you in awe, and runs two fingers across your folds, “so beautiful for me, baby. Always so needy for me, look how fucking wet you are just from grinding against my thigh.”

You let out a moan as he sinks both fingers into your seeping core, covering your mouth to absorb your screams into his own. He’s not taking it easy on you as he begins fucking his fingers into you slowly, teasingly, and eventually increases to a brutal pace. He rips your hand away from your mouth, holding it above your head as he continues fingering you, his fingers curling into you and hitting the exact spot that he knows makes you crumble. “Don’t hold back, let me hear you cry out for me.”

You’re breathing heavily as he continues his ministrations, his thumb coming up to rub your clit which earns a scream in between your bated breaths. He feels your walls tightening around his fingers, and he knows your body too well. He can tell by the way your legs threaten to snap shut, using his shoulder to keep them open as he pushes you as close as he can towards the edge. You can feel the pleasure building up again, the pit of arousal in your stomach feeling as if it’s ready to explode as your hips chase the high caused by his fingers.

To your dismay, he pulls out from between your folds, and you’re quick to start begging, “Cheol, pl-please, you were making me feel so good.” He’s quick to shut you up, shoving his fingers right into your mouth.

“Remember what I said, pretty girl?” He hums, keeping his fingers in your mouth as you suck pathetically on them, you nod knowing the exact instructions he gave you earlier. “I said you only get to cum around my cock.”

He pulls his fingers away, messily leaving traces of wetness around your lips, and he can’t help but pull you back in for another heated kiss. He tastes yourself on your lips, and it drives him crazy, grinding his hips right into yours. He finally gives in as you successfully unbuckle his belt this time, helping him shuffle out of his jeans and boxers whilst never letting his lips leave yours. Once his pants are finally off, you reach for his cock, and it already feels hot and heavy in your hand. His size still excited you to this day, his length feeling so big in your tiny hand as you begin to jerk him off using the bit of precum from his tip.

Breathlessly, Seungcheol breaks away from the kiss, lips wandering down your neck to your chest and back to your nipples. He’s groaning against your chest as he sucks on one mound, the other hand coming up to play with the other.

“So big, Cheol, can’t wait for you to fill me up,” you cry out as he sucks extra hard at your nipple, pinching the other one harshly. “It’s all I think about, is you filling me up so good.” Your hand continues to work at his hard length, but he doesn’t allow you to do so for much longer, muttering something about how he won’t last long if you continue touching him like that.

He pulls away to line up with you, his tip teasing your entrance as he looks at you with the softest eyes of the night, “still clean for you, baby, wouldn’t ever think of fucking anyone else but you. Am I crossing a line saying that? All I can think about is fucking you.”

Moaning out, you wrap your legs around him encouraging him, “please, please just do it already.” He slides into you, your warm walls immediately taking him in as if he was made specifically for you. He groans at how tight you feel around him, swearing that he’ll never get sick of how you clench around him every time. You’re both a moaning mess, your nails digging crescent moons into his back as he fills you up completely.

He starts thrusting into you, your legs tightening around him to keep him from teasing you as he pulls his length slowly in and out of you. “So warm and tight, baby. I won’t go anywhere, don’t worry.” His body is now pressed down against yours, your legs pulling him as close as you can as he grinds into you, and his arms next to your head are the only thing holding his full weight from you.

Your legs are already shaking by the time he begins to pick up his pace, the friction of his movement against your clit sending you into madness as he thrusts in and out of you. His lips work at your neck, leaving love bites all along the skin as he whispers curses and dirty words into them.

“Please, fuck me harder,” you begin to cry out, the intense pleasure building up in your core for the final time tonight as your hips start to chase his to pick up the speed, “I can’t take it anymore, Cheol, please just fuck me harder, I need it.”

He’s encouraged by your begging, grabbing your legs and pulling them over his shoulders to get a better angle on you. He doesn’t wait, immediately fucking you harder and faster than before. “Does my little Y/N like that?” He antagonizes between heavy breaths, his pace not faltering as he brings a thumb to your clit. “Who would have thought my best friend was so dirty, such a fucking slut for me, baby.”

“I’m your slut, Cheol, all yours.” You cry out as he keeps up his pace, his cock pounding into you relentlessly as his thumb works at your most sensitive spot. You’re moaning out, tears almost falling from your eyes at the brutal way his hips slam into yours, the pleasure only getting more intense with each thrust.

He knows you’re ready to cum, feeling the way your walls get impossibly tighter around him and at the way your legs begin to shake on his shoulders. You’re crying out at each thrust, only egging him on as he’s starting to reach his end himself.

“Please, let me cum,” you’re screaming, reaching out for his hand that’s working at your clit, the pleasure almost feeling too intense as you try to refrain from cumming without his permission.

Seungcheol continues fucking into you as you beg, keeping the relentless pace until he no longer can hold back himself. “Cum with me, baby,” he’s groaning, as he snaps his hips into yours in such a pleasurable way, you’re immediately milking his cock for all it’s worth. His release follows yours, painting your walls with the white, hot liquid. Yours spasming around him, and he can’t help but give you a few extra leisurely thrusts to work you through your entire orgasm, even if it overstimulates him.

Pulling out of you, he watches as his cum drips from between your folds. It’s a beautiful sight, but not as beautiful as the smile you give him when he finally makes eye contact with you. He curses himself for ever letting you two get this way, curses himself for not fighting you the day you pushed him out of your house, and curses himself for never saying how he truly felt.

Before Seungcheol can utter a word, you’re popping up from the bed and sauntering over to the bathroom to clean up. He takes this time to clean himself up and compose his thoughts. This wasn’t just a booty call for him, he truly did want to reconcile your friendship, or propose even more than that. You truly were all he thought about.

Little does he know, you’re in the bathroom in the same predicament. This night only makes you realize you can’t go much longer without Seungcheol back in your life, even if that means that tonight was the last time you two would ever hook up. You needed to tell him that he can’t play with your heart anymore, that you should either go back to just being friends or figure out what your relationship is.

When you walk out of the bathroom back into his room, you’re both ready to speak your minds as Seungcheol and you begin your sentences.

He lets out a laugh, “go ahead, you first, Y/N.”

You shake your head, signaling that he should go first, “no, no, I’d like to hear what you have to say.” He smiles as you make your way over to him on the bed. He’s laying back on the headboard, his hair messy as he follows your figure with endearing eyes. He’s so cuddly yet fucked out at the same time, that you can’t believe he can look so cute and hot all at once. The temptation to curl up next to him is extremely dangerous, so you keep your distance as you sit down next to him on the bed.

Sighing, Seungcheol finally begins to spill out how hard the past month had been without you in his everyday routine. He rambles on and on as you listen to your best friend turned lover confess his feelings about you. “I truly do think of you, every second of every day, Y/N. I don’t know how it happened, and I don’t know why it took so long for me to realize it. I can’t believe the fact that you kicked me out of your place that one night actually sent me into a downward spiral. I’m sick of us not talking, not going to each other for comfort, and not being friends anymore. However, I’ve realized you are so much more to me than just a friend, and especially more than a friend with benefits. Please, just let me know if I’m making you uncomfortable by confessing all this, I just am going crazy thinking about you all the time-“

You cut him off, rushing across the bed to press your lips to his in a hard kiss. He looks up at you with shock as you pull away, beginning to mutter out another word but you hush him. “Shut up, Cheol. I feel the same way, can’t ever stop thinking about you. I only kicked you out that day since I was so freaked out by my feelings. Clearly, I feel the same way since I almost lost it when seeing you with that girl on Jeonghan’s story last week.”

You both let out a laugh as he pulls you in for another kiss, pulling you into his arms and never letting you go for the night. “Stay with me tonight, Y/N. Stay with me for as long as you'd like.”

“Of course,” you smile up at him, and for the first time, you’re not frightened by the soft look in his eyes. “As long as you take me out on a real date tomorrow.”

There’s the gummy smile that you yearned to see, Seungcheol smiles down at you and promises you all the dates and more for as long as he can. “Believe me, it’s all I can think about, baby.”