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HAPPY COMEBACK DAY!!!!

There's a saying that goes, 'If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.' As long as I am with my members, nothing scares me. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM MINGYU 06. April 1997

i was watching gose to help me go to sleep and i really just had a vvvbig realization.

jeonghan is THE most boyfriend coded seventeen member!!!!!! the teasing, the patience, the actual duality of jeonghan is so … wow

some vernon x acts of service fluff for you ♡

vernon dyed his hair black this morning. he kind of loves it, and he hopes you will too. obviously the execution isn’t perfect; there are some dark stains on his ears and his forehead and he ruined two t-shirts in the process. but he knows how much you love that color on him.

this afternoon, vernon did some shopping. he needed a new shirt and he remembered the pretty bracelet that had caught your eye last time you were in town. he hopes you’ll be happy when he gifts it to you.

and this evening, vernon cooked dinner. it’s not done yet, but it will be in about thirty minutes. mingyu sent him an easy yet sophisticated recipe which he followed to the letter, and it turned out pretty well, at least on the outside. he hopes you’ll like it.

it’s past 7pm when he hears your key turn in the front door’s lock. the oven is a bit greasy, there’s oregano spilled on the counter, the wrapping of your gift is a little messy, and his ears are red from his attempts to remove the dye from his skin. perhaps from stress too.

and suddenly it hits him. he feels stupid. what if he’s doing too much? it is too much, isn’t it?

“hi handsome” your voice pulls him out of his panic as he exits the kitchen, his hands a little moist. you’re ready to lean in for a kiss, it’s almost muscle memory at this point, but the sight of his hair makes you pause.

“love it. and love the new shirt”, you reply, letting your hand brush against the strands of hair on his forehead before finally going in for the kiss. “what’s that smell? did you cook something?”

his ears turn a new shade of red as he grabs your arm to lead you to his living room. “i did, but you don’t wanna go in there right now”, he warns you, grabbing your arm to lead you to the living room instead.

it’s rather unusual for vernon to look so agitated, especially around you. you look at your surroundings, trying to notice anything different.

“is everything okay?”

he nods, a bit faster than usual, before digging his hand in his pocket and pulling out a small gift with a wonky ribbon on top.

“got you a little something today. but you can return it if you don’t like it, or even if you change your mind in a few days. or weeks. or even months, really.”

you’re only now noticing the dye stains on his skin, which draws a chuckle out of you. he looks so frantic it’s almost comical. without a word, you put the gift aside and stand up, pretty sure to know what this is all about.

“i already know i love that gift. i’ll love it forever and i would not trade it for any other. ever. because it comes from you, and that’s all i want.”

completely unfazed by how easily you saw right through him, he looks down at the hand you’re still holding, the one with a brand new silver ring on his fourth finger.

your words were heard and understood, but you can feel him internally tiptoeing around what’s really on his mind. his eyes, however, carry the same sweetness they always do when he looks at you.

“this is gonna sound really dumb but, i just want to make sure you don’t feel pressured to love… my gift. or to commit to it. i promise i won’t be mad if you tell me you don’t want it”, he tells you, grabbing your other hand to get a look at your own ring, the exact same as him.

it’s now 7:25pm, meaning that it’s been almost 24 hours since vernon has gotten down on one knee to ask the most nerve-wracking question of his entire life. 24 hours since you were legally allowed to call him your fiancé, a much awaited upgrade from the ‘boyfriend’ status.

last night had been a dream come true. but this morning, an uneasy feeling had started crawling into vernon’s mind, making him feel like maybe that dream of his would never come true after all.

dyeing his hair, making dinner, buying gifts, he had really thought about doing anything in his power to keep you from second-guessing your answer from yesterday.

still, nothing would calm his mind except maybe hearing the words from your mouth.

“i’ll love your gift because i love you. and because i spent the last 24 hours on cloud nine, thinking about how lucky i am that you proposed”, you told him in your calmest voice. “i’ll be honest, i even spent my entire day practicing saying “my husband” instead of “boyfriend”… and it sounds really, really nice.”

and that is the exact moment when the crushing weight of doubt and insecurity is lifted from vernon’s shoulders.

he still feels a bit stupid, but in a way that feels great, warm and almost comforting. for the second night in a row, he’s overwhelmed by the pure yet simple feeling of knowing his love is perfectly reciprocated.

“so… does that mean you still want me to be your husband?” he asks with a relieved smile as you trap him in the tightest hug, one hand running in his freshly dyed locks.

he loves you and you love him, that’s the one thing he doesn’t need to hope for. he knows it, and oh how he loves knowing it.

girls be going insane imagining red-haired coups and long fluffy hair wonu performing monster and fire

OMGGGG🥹🥹🥹 v you’ve got to be the sweetest soul omg, i hope you like wave to earth!!

im so EXCITEDDDD to read this tmrw in the warmth of my bed. I CAN ALREADY TELL THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOOOOOOD😫😫

chocolate | guilty pleasures series | b.sk

When you first kissed your childhood crush Boo Seungkwan, you didn't stop to consider all the implications... like him liking you back.

✾ pairings: boo seungkwan x female reader ✾ genre: fluff, smut (18+) ✾ au: theatre performer seungkwan, childhood crush to lovers ✾ word count: 14.3k

☁️ — this chapter goes out for @heavensclqud ty for recommending me wave to earth's music! ty lovely ♡

→ part i – other fics

🎧: hype boy – new jeans | peaches – kai | bad – wave to earth

› nsfw tags under the cut

✾ warnings: mentions of food, reader has a lowkey toxic family, idiot!yn is back, smut with plot, reader is on birth control, dom seungkwan, big dick seungkwan, seungkwan is kind of a simp and clingy, reader is needy af, hand kink, praise kink, exhibitionism: car sex, groping, sex in semi-public spaces; unprotected p in v sex, creampies, pet names: honey, pretty, baby (hers)

✾ a/n: the pov switches from reader to seungkwan twice and only for a small amount of paragraphs. MOST OF THESE SCENES ARE BARELY PROOFREAD/EDITED i'm sowwy

✾ a/n.2: drinking challenge! take a shot of tequila every time seungkwan's hands and fingers are mentioned (for legal reasons this is a joke, please don't do it you'll die) 💀

✾ disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers only. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.

part ii — chocolate

On the following morning, you woke up in the individual mattress on the floor, bundled up in blankets and pillows. In the days you've been staying with your parents, you haven't woken up in this manner, peacefully rested, eager for the day and well, blissfully sore. 

You let out a breath, feeling half ashamed, half content over the events that took part the night before. In that room, on the desk, with your childhood crush... who might still be your crush.

Might be? 

You let out a groan that was muffled by your pillow before reaching out for your phone and checking if you had gotten any messages yet. That which you hadn't.

Not knowing what kind of outcome to expect from last night's event, you decided to try and shove it to the back of your mind and not think about Seungkwan. And to achieve this, you decided to go to the park for a run.

There was something that you were certain was an outcome from what happened the night before, and that was your surprising change of mood. You felt eager to see what your day would have in store for you. 

And that also led you to go outdoors and try to the best of your ability to go for a jog without thinking about what happened last night. 

Why?

It happened so sudden and unexpectedly that you were afraid to have ruined your chances with Boo Seungkwan.

You got off the bus you took to the park and, as you walked across the parking lot, you suddenly realized that the weather was not going to cooperate with your plans for today.

The sky was bleak and there were no patches of clear blue sky in sight. At the horizon, where you could see the sea beyond the cliffs, you could notice the cloud's down pouring into the ocean. Which was usually not a good sign. 

It was a couple of nights before your little sister's big day. So tonight what you had planned was a dinner, an icebreaker for the groom and the bride's family and guests to get to know each other before marrying the families together.

And the dinner was set to be outdoors, so you feared that it might have been a bad idea to make reservations in a restaurant by the sea, given the weather conditions. 

Why would someone plan their wedding in the worst season of the year? A passing thought, you shook your head slightly as you made your way to the jogging track of the park, which was shaded by the trees. So suffice to say, it was dark. 

As the track took you deeper into the park and into the trees, your breath started catching up. Despite the bitter coldness in the air, you could feel tiny droplets of sweat run down from your nape and down your spine, making you shiver a bit.  

Nearly forty minutes had passed and you started to feel the fatigue creeping up in your muscles again and you decided to slow down for a bit, and walk off to the drinking fountains lined up next to the basketball courts.  

If it were up to you, you would've made reservations on a different location, or planned your wedding considering the weather conditions, or perhaps, just perhaps not getting married at all—

"Nice one, Boo Seungkwan!" you heard someone call loudly before a few sounds of hands clashing together also filled your ears. 

Your stomach dropped, the overwhelming feeling almost made you stumble and fall over in the running tracks. Though you weren't going fast, you could still make a scene if you suddenly fell on your face. 

However, you still turned your gaze towards the concrete basketball court. Boo Seungkwan was smiling tiredly, high-fiving the guys that were around him seemingly finishing a friendly 3x3 basketball game. 

Seungkwan wasn't aware that you had slowed down in the tracks to see him, but that was totally fine with you, since you weren't sure of how to go about the events of the night before. 

In truth, you could still feel him. Obviously you were conscious that it was merely a thing coming from your mind. In the sense that, your body craved for the sensation of being touched and cared for by him. And from the moment you saw him, your body responded with a shudder, your heart leaped and your breath hitched dramatically.

Oh, no.

And it obviously didn't help that he was covered in a layer of sweat, making the bangs of his chocolate brown hair stick to his forehead and to the sides of his face. His lips were swollen and pink, you noticed as his tongue came out to wet them. 

You had stopped running altogether, determined to get his attention now. But then he turned back to the bleachers, stretched his arms overhead and then rested one foot on the first step and then pushed his hips forward to stretch his quads one after the other.

He wore blue gym shorts, a white t-shirt and white sneakers. Somebody passing behind him said something that made him laugh out loud and then he turned, just as he threw the shoulder strap of his blue duffel bag. 

Then his pretty pouty lips dropped in a tiny 'o' and his hand lifted to wave at you, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. 

Your heart flipped again but you quickly returned the gesture, twiddling your fingers at him with a smile of your own. 

Boo Seungkwan quickly turned to his friends and said goodbye to them, only to sprint across the basketball courts all the way to where you still stood.  

Suddenly, your mind was flooded with all kinds of thoughts, ranging from what the hell were you supposed to say after the nights prior to telling him just how much you still liked him. 

But in reality, you didn't know just what to say exactly. Or how to act, even. 

Why couldn't you just keep running? 

"Hi there," you chirped, thinking it was a solid way to start this conversation. 

"Hi," he exhaled and stopped his sprint just in front of you. "How are you? I didn't think you'd be up already," he said with a soft smile. 

"Why? It's nine in the morning," you frowned, but slowly understood he was joking. 

"And? I told you to rest," he pushed his eyebrows up, his lips pouted as he countered you. 

You smiled at his expression. "I don't wanna rest. I've got a ton of stuff to do—arrange flower vases, the welcome bags for the guests... and no, you didn't! You told me 'no more work for tonight', today is a new day," you told him conceitedly with a small scoff. 

Seungkwan looked at you amusedly. "And did you do what I said?" he asked, and you knew that he was playing with you, but it didn't help that you could see the tip of his tongue sliding by the corner of his lips and pushing it from the inside of his mouth. 

You gulped hard. "Ye-yeah, I did. Everything you told me, I did it," you muttered without thinking how pathetic you would sound. 

But Seungkwan only smiled, releasing a soft sigh before patting your head twice with his hand and started walking on the tracks, in the direction toward the parking lot of the park. 

"Need a ride home, honey?" he asked as you regained mobility on your limbs and caught up with him. 

Your heart did a mini flip when he used that nickname on you. He might've picked it up after your mother called you that in front of him.  

"Um, yeah. That would be nice. Thanks," you stammered awkwardly. 

You watched him open his duffel bag without skipping a step and pulled out a pack of baby wipes to clean the dirt off his hands from playing basketball, to then get rid of the used wipe on the nearest bin. 

His fingers were long and lithe, the tips rounded and well kept, his knuckles were bony and the back of his hand veiny. A navy blue smartwatch adorned his wrist. A hot shudder shook you. It was just last night those hands were on you. 

You looked away, keeping your eyes trained on the track in front of you. It was then that you noticed that the wind was picking up dramatically and the sky above the steeped tree branches was darker than before. 

"Hey, I was thinking," you started reluctantly, pulling the sleeves of your white pullover to cover your hands as a way to muster up some boldness. "About what happened last night." 

Silence followed after that, you knew you had to say something but you left some space for Seungkwan to say something before you did. But he didn't, his eyes were focused on you, when your gazes connected he nodded, encouraging you to speak. 

"Were you—are you okay with what happened?" you muttered, seemingly sounding breathless, but it was just your nervousness constricting your voice. 

Your question was odd, you knew as soon as you saw his brow furrow slightly. Seungkwan stopped walking and placed a hand lightly on your shoulder, making you stop too. 

"Why do you ask?" his eyes read your face closely. 

The wind that seeped through the trees flanking the tracks brushed Seungkwan's brown hair from his forehead. Fuck, he's so cute, you thought.

"I'm just saying—I don't want you to think that I rushed you into doing something–,"

"Why would I think that?" he queried, his eyes still reading you inquisitively, and then stopped. "Do you regret what happened last night, is that why?" 

Your heart lurched and you instantly shook your head almost passionately, looking up at his brown eyes. "Do you?"

That made him smile fondly. "No," he paused and took a breath tilting his head side to side. "It was really unexpected but I liked it," he reassured you, deducing where your insecurity stemmed from. "I wanted it as much as you did. Probably more, even." 

Your heart swelled with something akin to a mixture of joy and fondness. "That's debatable," you joked, mustering up a small grin. 

"Nope. Highly unlikely," he shook his head once, shutting your claims down with a scoff too.

"What? I was the one all over you," you whined embarrassedly and took your hands to bury your face in them.

"Now, that is a complete lie, honey," he snickered. 

"You know what I mean!" you dropped your hands to your sides. 

His eyebrows pushed up again. "Trust me if I didn't want any of it I would've said it," then he rolled his eyes. "You know what–,"

One hand snaked on the nape of your neck, his fingers getting tangled with your ponytail as he held you in place to crash his lips on yours. A small yelp in surprise got muffled by his hot mouth as he kissed you fervently. 

The tip of his tongue quickly swiped a line on your lower lip to meet with your own. You heard him grunt slightly when your hands found his sides over his t-shirt to hold onto him. 

"Does that settle it?" he asked with a satisfied sigh. 

You glanced to your sides to make sure that no one saw the very public display of carnal affection. The tracks were completely deserted, no one was within your sight. When you turned to lock eyes with him, you noticed that he was amused by your reaction. 

"I–yes, it does. I think," you stammered, completely flustered by him. 

"You think?" he echoed and laughed. 

"Yeah," you breathed, biting your lip to avoid matching his smile. 

"What will it take for you to believe me?" he asked with a tinge of dramatic intonation, the actor that he is. 

"There's dinner tonight—an icebreaker of sorts," you started, locking your eyes with his. "Come along and I'll consider it." 

His hand was still located firmly on your nape. "Why does that sound like you're blackmailing me," he teased, dipping his head to capture your lips with his own. 

"I'm not," you whined but were quickly silenced by another kiss. 

"Say that you believe me and I will go," he muttered with a small smile and pressed his lips one more time against yours. 

"Now who's blackmailing," you quipped. 

"So you admit to it," he chuckled. 

"Kwannie," you pushed his chest with your hand, making the teasing kiss stop. "I want you to come to this dinner." 

"Will you stop believing that I felt pressured to fuck you last night?" he retorted, nodding his head at you defiantly. 

The question shot like a lightning bolt through your body, making you clamp your thighs together. 

"God, Seungkwan," you whined with a high pitched tone and laughed at yourself. "Don't say it like that! Okay!"

He matched your laugh with his own. "I needed to say it like that! How else?"

"Shut up," you sighed. 

A few drops of water fell on both your forehead and cheekbones, making you blink at the suddenness of it all and looking upwards, where the small patches of sky between the branches of trees showed now much darkened clouds. 

"Let's go," Seungkwan slid an arm over your shoulders and you walked side by side, not rushing toward the parking lot. 

Growing up in a seaside town meant that you were used to sudden changes in weather. And during these months, before the new year, rainy and cold days were absolutely normal. 

As more fat droplets of water fell on your head and shoulders, you took the liberty to circle an arm on Seungkwan's back and looked up to find his doe eyes. 

"So what is this dinner about?" he asked, finding your eyes. 

"Is this thing my sister insisted on having, an icebreaker, for the groom's side of the family to meet with our own," you explained briefly, trying not to roll your eyes. 

"Hm," Seungkwan's eyes read yours. "What's up with you and Jisung?" 

You almost stopped walking. "Wha-why?" you breathed anxiously. 

"Yes, why don't you like him?" he pressed. 

"What do you mean?" you deflected. "I do like him. He's family now."

Seungkwan rolled his eyes. "You don't have to hide from me. You know I won't judge," he cooed with his honeyed voice. 

You gaped at him briefly and sighed as the rain continued to fall slowly between the tree branches. The smell of the rain-drenched earth and trees filled your senses.

"He's older than my sister. He's older than you and me," you frowned. "And... she's barely an adult. He's old and she's a kid. It's not only that, I think it's a weird union overall."  

"Is that why you and your sister had a falling out?" he ventured and nodded just after you did. 

"But it was because I said some awful things to her on the matter," you admitted, grimacing a little at the memory you tried so hard to push from your brain. 

In fact, the argument had started because of something insignificant, something you couldn't even remember right. And from then it escalated in you telling your sister she was marrying on a whim, and she would regret it someday. 

You shook your head almost absentmindedly. 

The wind picked up stronger than before, rustling the leaves on the trees as the rain began to pour down with more intensity.

"Oh," you yelped and laughed as the cold drops of water fell on top of your head and shoulders, running down your back too. 

"My dad's car is not far. Do you want to make a run for it?" he asked, surveying the expression on your face as you scrunched up your nose. 

"Yeah, I think so," you nodded. At the pace the rain was falling you would be soaked by the time you made it to the parking lot if you kept walking. 

"Come on," he smiled softly and grabbed your hand as you both sprinted down the running track of the park, all the route you had previously made before and back to the wide parking lot.

The rain lashed down harder than before, splashing your sneakers as you both ran toward the parking lot which, you suspected, had emptied out due to the drastic change in weather.

Seungkwan pointed to a lonely gray sedan and opened the door to the backseat for you as it was the nearest and you immediately slid your body into the seat, letting out sharp breaths from the exercise. 

He too exhaled wearily after closing the car door, rested his head on the headrest and moved to look at you with a soft smile.

You sat on the other end of the back seat with your back against the door. Catching your breath as you felt water dripping from your forehead and down your face as you slowly smiled back at him.

"Here," Seungkwan muttered and opened his duffel bag and handed out a hand towel to you. 

"Didn't you use this for your sweaty face?" you took it nonetheless and wiped your face dry and handed it back to him. 

"It's better than nothing, right?" he muttered shamefully as he wiped his face too. "I have a jacket too, hopefully it's not wet so you can wear it."

He pulled a navy blue sports jacket from his bag and gave it to you. Your hoodie was nearly soaked, but not entirely through. You even thought that it wasn't too bad until you noticed how wet Seungkwan's own clothes were. 

"You have it," you said, handing it back to him.

"No, you have it. I'm fine, you're the one that's shivering," he eyed you with feigned annoyance. 

"Fine," you conceded and removed your wet hoodie with some clumsiness, trying not to bump your arm with the window of the car.

So you stayed in your sporty tank top, which wasn't wet, but felt moist, pressing against skin full of little bumps.  

Seungkwan was pressing the towel on his neck with gentle motions. His white t-shirt stuck to his chest and abdomen, so you could get a faint sight of his nipples, and the lines marking the muscles of his abdomen, the dark circle where his belly button was located. 

Without much thought, you reached out and dipped a finger on his belly button over his wet t-shirt. 

"What," he laughed out loud, grabbing your hand instantly as you responded with your own laughter. 

The rain poured over the hood of the car loudly, and the windows were already condensed. But you could hear his laughter clearly as he poked your tummy with his lithe finger to bring out a sweet smile from you. 

Seungkwan could see that you were flustered, the heat on your face made it so that you looked between nervous and full of desire. And you were obvious with it too—looking at his wet body, the small droplets of water down his neck, where his collarbones met.

And if you dared to look further... to the lushness of his spread thighs, the damp fabric of his blue gym shorts stretched and clung to his skin. But not only that, to notice the growing bulge on his crotch, making you dart a look to his knowing eyes.

Now Seungkwan knew he couldn't resist to you. Not when he already got a taste of you the night before. Not when he already knew just how fucking good you felt. And even less when you looked so flustered, hot and wet.

"Seungkwan?" you called with a tiny voice, even over loud pattering noise from the rain, he responded to your sweet voice. 

"Yes?" 

His brown eyes read your face, but he was certain of what he saw in them. The desire, the hunger, the things he saw in your eyes last night, things he was sure he would never forget.  

You were sure that you were the only ones in the parking lot, but still, you looked around meekly before Seungkwan pulled you for a hot kiss, using his cold hands to cup your cheeks.

It happened fast and in a frenzy. Seungkwan broke away from your lips to grab your top by the hem and yanked it up your body, uncovering your torso for his view. 

You smiled when he scooted closer on the seat and then you grabbed his wet t-shirt and pulled it off his body too, ruffling his chocolate brown hair, partly wet from the rain. 

"You're so hot," he sighed, just like he did the night before, his eyes roamed over your half naked body and licked his lips before kissing you briefly. "I can't believe I'm kissing you." 

"You kissed me last night," you muttered with a nervous giggle, pressing your lips repeatedly against his. 

"And I couldn't believe it last night either," he muttered gruffly and then grunted. "Take this off. I want to see you, baby."

He pinched your sports bra and you complied without a word, pulling your body back to pull the tight and stretchy bra up your head and put it aside on the seat. 

As soon as you got rid of your bra, Seungkwan dipped his head to meet your neck with his lips, peppering your soft and sensitive skin with feathery kisses. 

"You're not afraid we'll get in trouble this time?" you mused with a faint tone just as your skin prickled again, but this time because of his lips grazing against your neck, the feeling making you shudder. 

"We're completely alone this time," he countered, his lips grazing over your collarbones. "Last night was crazy."

"I know," you breathed, eyelids fluttering shut. "I've never been fucked like that."

You heard him laugh faintly against your chest. "Want to top that, then?"

The moan you let spill from your lips was quickly drowned by the loud pattering of the rain against the windows and the hood of the car. The question alone was so inciting that you had your thighs clamping involuntarily.  

"Mmm-mmph," you nodded as his lips reached the swell of your breasts, making your breath hitch. "Want to top you." 

"Hm, right now, are you sure?" he purred before pressing a soft kiss beside your areola. "I want this to be about you, baby." 

The last sentence he uttered against your prickled skin burned through your body, blood rushing to your hot cheeks. "Riding you could also be about me, Kwannie," you replied with a soft moan. 

Seungkwan had never heard something like that being said to him. It made him go a little mad with desire to just feel you already.  

You were answered with a groan and soft nibble to one of your nipples, his hands hooking on the band of your leggings and yanked them down at the same time you kicked your sneakers. Your panties got tangled along with a groan of satisfaction from his part. 

"I like how you look in these," he muttered as he set your leggings aside. 

You looked briefly at your old leggings. You haven't even given much thought as to how you'd look in sporty clothes. 

"Why?" you asked in a confused tone. 

"You just look good in them," he replied with an aloof tone.

God, you wanted to make him feel good—you thought while your mind reeled frantically. You knew you had to be going insane under the lust and the burning desire to feel him again. 

But you were also about to fuck him in an empty parking lot, so there weren't many options. Or time.

"I want to make you feel good, Kwannie," you muttered sultrily, darting a look at him through your eyelashes.

A sigh coiled in his throat, lust and desire rushed inside him, making him feel a bit lightheaded. "C'mere," he muttered, motioning you over his lap. 

Clumsily, you propped yourself on one knee beside him and placed the other to his other side, straddling him over his lap. A shy smile spread on your lips, but he appeared to not notice your clumsiness at all. 

Seungkwan's hands immediately made a way from your thighs to your hips, to then circle back and cup your butt. The cold metal of the clasp on his smartwatch made your skin tingle. His eyes roamed over your body briefly before he looked up and found your own gaze. 

"You look better like this," he decided with a small smile. A hand left one of your glutes to graze your chin with his fingers to pull you in for a kiss. 

"Kwannie," you breathed after capturing his lips with your own. "I need you."

Seungkwan groaned softly. He wasn't in the mood to make you beg, he wanted to give you everything you asked without hesitation. But hearing those words leave your pretty lips, made him wish for ample time to make you beg.

"God, honey," he muttered between needy kisses. "When I told you we needed to repeat this I didn't mean like this," he laughed faintly. 

"I know," you replied, with a shaky tone, bumping the tip of your nose with his. "But I really need this, Kwannie."

His long and delicate fingers explored your body. It was different to see you under the bleak light of the day, to see exactly where his hands caressed. To see your skin respond to his touch with tiny bumps all over.

"It's okay baby," he looked up to see you biting your lower lip as you worked to get his cock free of his boxers. "But my demand still stands."

The tips of his fingers sunk into your hips as he lifted his own for you to drag his gym shorts and boxers down, uncovering him just enough for you to sit on him. Your hand rolled over his hard cock, smearing his precum all over his bulbous head and down his veiny shaft, making him hiss under the much desired contact. 

You nodded aloofly at what he said, completely focused on not losing sanity as you aided yourself to keep balance with one hand over his lean shoulder, keeping the other hand on his cock to align it with your pulsating entrance. 

A breath escaped through your clenched teeth as you slowly and gently eased down on his thick cock, shuddering slightly on it as you felt it stretch your walls nicely, stuffing you to the point you were sure you could come soon like this.

Your other hand matched the one on his shoulder, letting your eyes flutter close in concentration as you started to sway your hips back and forth, gently at first. Not wanting to rush anything. 

But it was fine with him, he didn't want you to move faster. In fact, it was taking everything inside him to not come already, so it helped a bit that you were moving slowly on him. 

"Kwannie," you breathed against his lips, dropping your forehead on his. 

"You're okay, baby," he muttered softly, his lithe fingers pulling away your baby hairs that your ponytail couldn't get a hold of from your face. "You're perfect." 

Seungkwan didn't close his eyes for this, even if he could only see your eyelids fluttering close due to the proximity of your faces, your pretty mouth parted to give way for the breathy moans. 

You changed the rhythm and motion of your hips, opting to bounce delicately on him, taking every single inch of his cock within your warm gummy walls. Now Seungkwan could feel you completely, every crevice, every fold within your walls—to the point that the base of his cock was completely wet, covered with your arousal. 

You leaned your head back gently, stretching your neck for him to place wet kisses on your skin, making you moan loudly when he licked the base of your throat, leaving a tingling sensation all over your skin.

At that, your hips stuttered sloppily against his, moving the hands that were anchored on his shoulders a second ago and you sank them on his strong thighs to lean your body back just before you started rolling your hips on his cock faster. 

"That's it. Use me, baby, juuust like that," he cooed softly at you when he heard your sweet moans. "God, you feel so perfect." 

Seungkwan felt trapped in a haze, in you. It was so different from the night prior, he couldn't really see you then. But now, he was delighting himself at the sight of you, of the unapologetic nakedness. 

He could now see your skin fully, thanks to the bleak light inside the car, the windows tinted by a film of condensation, so he was sure that no one else but him could see you.

His fingers caressed the curve of your waist as you fucked him harder, to then trace the underside of your tits as they gently bounced in front of his face. Earning soft and whiny moans from you when his thumbs twirled around your pebbled nipples.

"You sound so sweet too," he muttered entrancingly, his eyes on your face, over your parted mouth in pleasure, your eyes closed to focus on riding his cock, chasing your sweet, sweet high. 

He groaned and gritted his teeth, letting his head fall on the headrest without tearing his eyes from you, feeling your walls clamp around him just before every sweet moan that your lips spilled. 

"Fuck, you'll be the death of me," he mumbled just before his hands clutched your hips, fingers digging on your soft skin as he lifted his own hips to fuck into you, not because he wanted to regain control, but because he needed to push his cock further into your clamping walls.

"Seungkwan!" you moaned, opening your eyes to find his, hungrily going over the features of your face riddled with pure lust. 

"Need you to come," he muttered, still leaning his head back. "Want you to cream all over me, baby. Make a mess on me." 

"I'm gonna, mmn–, Kwannie!" your eyebrows knitted when his hand moved from your hip to the center of your lower belly, his thumb finding your clit to start teasing it, getting it to swell with circular, unrelenting motions. 

"That's it baby," he cooed with your moans, smiling softly when he felt your walls fluttering erratically around his cock. "God, you feel so good."

You cried out lewdly, the sound buzzing in his ears, almost shattering his mind over how good your voice sounded, your raw moans as you came hard on top of him, meeting his hips with your own sloppily, your eyes lazily falling close. 

Seungkwan felt blood rushing up his head, running down rapidly to his cock, shuddering hard but not letting himself come yet. He knew he had a lot of stamina still to keep fucking into you, so he was determined to make you come one more time before he did. 

His hand slid from your lower belly to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat, his hand so large that his thumb pressed against the underside of your jaw and the tips of the rest of his fingers reached the back of your neck.

He didn't choke you when he pulled you from your neck closer to his face to kiss you, but the motion and the pressure on your airway was just enough to make you come down to reality, your hands moving from his thighs to wrap around his forearm. 

"Keep rubbing your clit for me, baby," he grazed your lips with his. "I'm almost there."

You let out a sweet sigh and nodded obediently, taking your hand between your body and his, your fingers swirled around your slick covered clit, already swollen from the arousal and the friction. 

His hands were back clutching your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you with hard thrusts, gasping on each other's mouths.

"Fuck," he breathed into your mouth. "Let me come inside you, baby," he grunted impatiently.  

The question alone made you burn inside with a tingle between your thighs. You nodded frantically. "Yes. Yes, Kwannie," you breathed. "Come inside me, please, please." 

He let out a low grunt, fingers digging on your love handles. Hearing you say that made his mind spin. You, his childhood crush, wholly naked on top of him, saying those things to him.

"Seungkwan," you muttered before swallowing thickly once, he heard you let out a whiny moan and then: "Seungkwan, I'm cumming."

Seungkwan gave you a small nod. "Let go, baby. That's it, that's it," he muttered with a low tone. 

He cooed at your moans and your whimpers, much as if he were trying to soothe you as you came undone on top of him, trembling and breathing hard.

"Kwannie, Kwannie, Kwannie," you whimpered over and over, as waves of sweet pleasure washed over you harder than before. 

"Fuck–honey," he groaned, the sound vibrating hard on his chest as his eyes screwed shut so hard that he saw colors and ropes of cum spilled from his twitching cock inside your tight warmth. 

He opened his eyes to see you on top of him, post-fuck glaze written all over your face. His ears were ringing slightly, chest heaving but you smiled at him. A small knowing smile that hit him like a punch in the chest. 

Slowly, you stopped writhing on his lap and your pulsating walls relaxed around his cock by the moment you eased your head on his shoulder with a long sigh. 

"Oh my god," you whispered against the crook of his neck, releasing a faint laugh. 

"What's that?" Seungkwan asked lazily as his hands caressed your back with slow and gentle strokes. 

"We're like two teenagers, feels like," you laughed abashedly. "Fucking in a car."

"I never did this as a teenager," he replied, the tip of his nose bumped with the side of your head slightly as you pulled back to see his shy smile. 

"Like, at all?" you frowned slightly at him. 

He shook his head, biting his lower lip to avoid smiling from the shyness he felt in that moment. 

"Me neither," you shrugged.

"Really?" he asked and shook his head slightly. "I mean, you had guys wanting to throw themselves at you all the time... not even once?" 

That made you smile. You both grew up in a small town, where everyone knew each other and word got out pretty fast during high-school. So, sex was decidedly something you wanted to experience until you were certain that it wouldn't turn into a weekend's gossip.

"I didn't have anyone throwing themselves at me," you countered. "And no, I never came close to even going past kissing as a teen." 

He blinked. "You were the prettiest girl of our generation. Everyone wanted to get your attention," a smile stretched his pretty lips. "Myself included."

Your heart flipped once again. "What?" you blurted.

"Don't act so surprised," he muttered, rolling his eyes playfully. 

"Did you..." you started but the words coiled in your throat.

"Like you?" his eyebrows pushed up ever so slightly. "Yes, I did. I still do, if it wasn't obvious."

You let out a laugh and dipped your head to meet his lips with a kiss. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious," you breathed nervously. "And I also liked you in high-school." 

"I find that last bit hard to believe," he muttered, still pressing his lips with yours in tender kisses. 

"Why?" 

"I was a complete loser," he replied and then paused. "I was a bit awkward." 

"I always thought you were sweet," you smiled at him, brushing his wet bangs aside on his forehead. 

He clicked his tongue and snorted a laugh. 

"I mean it!" you laughed too. 

His fingers took your jaw gingerly to capture your lips with his own, a brief, chaste kiss that had you moaning softly on his mouth. His cock was still lodged inside your sopping walls, wet with his cum and your arousal. So he felt when your walls fluttered a bit around him.  

"Do you still think I'm sweet?" he asked, feeling himself getting hard again just by seeing you respond so well at his touch. 

"Right at this moment?" you sighed a smile. "No, I don't think you're sweet." 

"Hm," he hummed softly before capturing your lips with his, kissing you slowly, so slowly that you almost melted into his lips, into his hands touching you. 

The rain was still pattering on the hood of the car, but not as violently as before. The car windows had been obscured by a layer of condensation. Although it gave you both some privacy, you knew you had to move soon.

"This is a bit wild," you pointed with a whisper. 

"I know," he replied, his hands clutched your hips again, squeezing at your skin affectionately. "Will you let me do this in a bed next time?"

You smirked, leaning your forehead against his again. "What makes you so sure that there will be a next time?"

"Umn, you agreed to it baby," he replied as his hands caressed gentle figure eight motions on your back.

"Mmn, but you'll have to work for it," you conditioned, leaning your head back when Seungkwan tried to get a kiss, copying the motion he did the night prior.

"I know, pretty," he asserted. "I want to take my time with you; I wanna do things right with you," he muttered before capturing your lips with his own, taking the chance that you had stilled at the sound of his words.

"Sorry, I really pushed this one again, didn't I?" you inquired, scrunching your nose a little.

"Again with that—I really need you to get that out of your head," he whispered, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly. "I mean, you do have a high sex drive. But if it wasn't evident, so do I."

That brought a chuckle out of you, the smile widened in his lips. "Lucky me."

Seungkwan could've debated that it was him the lucky one, but that much was obvious, at least to him. Instead, he grabbed your face with his fingers first, to then cup your cheeks fully with his hands.

"I never would've imagined that something like this would happen." 

"Me neither, honestly," you admitted. 

He nodded and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips. "I'm going to move you now, okay?" he muttered before turning your body so he could press your back on the seat. 

Now that you were lying on your back, he pulled out from you without spilling anything on the seat. Your eye caught the sight of his cock, drenched in both his and your arousal, a sheen ring of your cream smeared by his hilt. Seungkwan quickly tucked himself and reached for something inside his duffel bag that was forgotten on the floor of the car. 

"Here," he muttered softly as he wiped his cum clean from your pussy lips with gentle fingers. 

"Thanks," you whispered nervously as you saw him focused on his task. 

He handed you the leggings and panties and you got dressed quickly, feeling cold now that you weren't in proximity to his warmth. When you were completely dressed in your humid clothes, you turned to see Seungkwan, seemingly a little lost in thought. 

"Let me take you home," he muttered, grazing your chin with his fingers once and climbed over the front seat of the car in one full movement.  

During the ride home, Seungkwan kept his arms lax, holding the steering wheel by the underside. You noticed that he was driving at the lowest speed tolerated, and you suspected that he was also trying to take the farthest route so the ride would take longer. 

"Are you cold, I can turn the heating on," he offered and you nodded, your hands firmly clasped between your thighs, trying not to shiver. 

You reached out to the fans emitting hot air to warm your fingers and when you felt like your body was heating up you leaned back on the seat and let out a lazy sigh. 

"Are you tired, honey?" he asked attentively and you peeled one eye to look at him. 

A hand slid down your thigh, fingers circling over your inner side and gave a gentle squeeze on your skin. 

"Not tired, just a bit stressed," you sighed. "'ve got so many things to do."

"Do you need a hand? I can help," he immediately asked. 

You felt your cheeks burn at the mere prospect of having Seungkwan around you for a prolonged span of time.  

"Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," you put in quickly. "But I appreciate the concern." 

"You know you can ask for help," he said as his thumb stroked gentle circles on your thigh. "I have nothing else to do. I'd love to help you." 

"Thank you, Seungkwan," you muttered with a content smile. "I will consider you, if it comes to it." 

He appeared to be pensive for a second, as if he were looking for the right words to say a moment before he slowly said: "I think it's a little unfair that you have to put up with so much pressure on your own."

"Seungkwan," you sent him a reproachful look. But you knew he was right. 

"I know, I know it's the form of currency between you and your sisters," he conceded, nodding with his head as his eyes darted a swift look at you. "But I can't imagine what you could have done to pay for all this work."

You looked away, ashamed at the truth behind it all. "Let's just say that I embarrassed her in front of her fiancé."

"Mm, okay. And still, I think you arranging their wedding with zero help as a way to win her forgiveness is a little too much," he shrugged. "Why can't you talk about it like normal people?"

You scoffed. "Believe me, I've tried. But the only way I could get Minnie to talk to me was by offering to help her with the arrangements." 

"See? It's not fair," he insisted. 

"You're passionate about this," you quipped with a playful smile, a feeble attempt to drive the conversation away from the conflict between you and your sisters. 

He patted your thigh gently. "I get it if you don't want to talk about this. But at least let me help you." 

"Fine," you conceded, starting to see that Seungkwan could easily sway you. "But go home and have a shower first, I don't want you catching a cold right before my sister's wedding."

Seungkwan scoffed and looked at you sideways with a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure thing, ma'am." 

"Seriously, where else will I get some talented singers for the musical number?" you asked with a nervous giggle. 

"Oh, so you don't care if I get sick? All you care about is the wedding?" he asked playfully, feigning disappointment expertly with a furrowed brow and pouty lips. 

"That's right," you replied and giggled again, the sound making Seungkwan break his character and smile sweetly at you. 

The car came to a stop just in front of the driveway of your parents house. You clicked the belt off and leaned forward to place a sweet peck on his cheek. 

"Don't get sick, though," you whispered really close to his ear. 

A shiver shot through Seungkwan's entire body. "Or what?" he countered with a small smile. 

"You won't like it," you teased, a playful smile on your lips. 

He rolled his eyes at your bluff and sneaked a hand on the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss, locking your lips with his, slipping his tongue on your mouth almost hungrily to bring out a whiny moan from you. His thumb brushed your cheek softly as he kissed you, the wet sound of both your mouths and your erratic breaths being the only thing being heard inside the car for a moment. 

"See you later," you mumbled with a low tone, completely flustered by him again. 

"I'll call you before I come back here, okay," he asked, his fingers pushing the baby hairs away from the side of your face again. 

"You're not going to tell me to get a warm shower or something?" you pouted at him, batting your eyelashes too. 

Seungkwan paused, reading your expression with a punch in his gut and released a soft chuckle. He knew you were joking, but something inside him wanted to care for you—and he suspected that you delighted in that. 

He held your chin gingerly with two of his fingers, his brown eyes locking with yours. "I want you to have a warm shower and a hot cup of tea," he paused, his eyes still reading your face. "And I'm going to need evidence of that this time." 

Your eyes widened. "Evidence? How will I do that?" you blurted. 

"I don't know," he smiled slowly, shrugging with ease. "Get creative." 

You rolled your eyes at him playfully and stole one final kiss before getting out of the car. "Fine." 

Seungkwan watched you walk off to the driveway and disappear inside your parents house. He hated that he couldn't bring himself to drive to his parents' house to drop off the car and go to the room he had rented for the time being. He hated that by the time he arrived there, he already craved you again. 

When you crossed the door of your parents' house, you swiftly made your way to your temporary bedroom, collecting a towel and scurried to the bathroom to avoid either your mom or dad seeing you.

Shivering slightly from the cold you open the shower with one hand while the other pulled at the scrunchie tying your hair in a ponytail. The warm water felt almost rewarding as you stepped under the shower head, releasing a pleased sigh.

After you cleaned yourself thoroughly, you wrapped your body in a towel and stepped in front of the mirror on top of the sink. Picking up your phone, aligning the camera lens to capture your body and snapping a photo to send it to Seungkwan.

[10:45 AM] you: here's your evidence. [10:45 AM] you: you sent a photo

You were content with the result. The photo wasn't sultry in any way, you even fought with yourself to not throw a peace sign in your mirror selfie.

He responded immediately.

[10:45 AM] kwannie: that's only one part of the evidence [10:45 AM] kwannie: but i appreciate the effort 😌 [10:45 AM] you: dork

You carried onto your list of tasks you needed to get done before the day ended, since the wedding was in two nights, and you still had yet to arrange flower vases and welcome bags. The flower vases had to be ready tomorrow, due to the probability of the flowers not making it to the wedding reception intact.

"There you are," your big sister said with a huff the moment you came out of the bathroom. "I'll be back by three o'clock, Yeri is with mom downstairs. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I'm babysitting today as well?" you pushed your eyebrows up.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" your sister frowned and looked at her phone. "I'm late for my appointment, see you then."

A knot coiled in your tummy, deciding to swallow your words you nodded, but your sister had already turned to the stairwell.

With an exasperated sigh, you came down to the living room, where baby Yeri had already broken down in a loud cry when caught sight of her mom crossing the front door.

You picked her up from your mom's lap and attached her to your hips. "I'm here, Yeri," you cooed. You had discovered that Yeri didn't tell the difference from you and her mom all that well, so the baby soothed down in the familiarity of your voice.

"Okay, let's get things done," you told the one year old, taking her to the kitchen, where you made yourself a cup of tea with milk, and poured orange juice in Yeri's sippy cup.

You grabbed your phone again with one hand, snapping a photo of your cup of tea and Yeri's sippy cup.

[11:01 AM] you: evidence pt. 2 ft. Yeri's sippy cup [11:01 AM] you: you sent a photo

Yeri grabbed her sippy cup perfectly with her hands and you lifted your cup. "Cheers," you cooed to her and sipped from your cup.

"Honey," your mom called you using your nickname, drawing your attention towards her, she stood by the door frame. "Me and your dad are going to pick something from the dry cleaners, then we're grabbing lunch somewhere."

"Oh, right now?" you inquired, darting a look to the baby sipping from her cup merrily, juice dripping from her small chin. "Are you taking Yeri with you?"

"We wanted this afternoon for us, before you go to your sister's dinner," your mom smiled almost sheepishly at you. "Like a date."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, okay," you blurted. "Seungkwan is coming here in a bit."

You mom paused, tilting her head to one side. "Boo Seungkwan? What is the occasion?"

You were overwhelmed by a wave of shame, one that only you knew where it stemmed from. "Uhm, he's helping me with the final arrangements," you mumbled. "We're catching up. And well, we're babysitting too, apparently."

Your mom smiled, her eyes glinting with something you couldn't quite place at the moment. "I'm glad you decided to talk to him. Sometimes I wonder if you even like other people."

"I'm not that terrible, mom," you chuckled, trying to mask the slight hurt you felt from the unwarranted comment.

"Well, we'll be back before sundown for your sister's dinner," she said, shifting on her feet and turned to the door. "Be nice, please. We're friends with the Boo family."

"Mom!" you squealed. "I know!"

Yeri giggled when your voice rose an octave higher. And you caught sight of her aloof smile and that made you giggle with her. "Don't laugh at me," you reprimanded jokingly.

Your parents left shortly after that. In that moment, your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you placed your cup on the dinner table, where you would be working on the welcome bundles.

[11:13 AM] kwannie: i'm bringing you lunch. [11:13 AM] kwannie: should i get something for everyone? [11:13 AM] you: it's just me and Yeri [11:13 AM] kwannie: got it [11:13 AM] you: thank you Kwannie 🥰 [11:14 AM] kwannie: don't mention it

Some time later, you were caught between arranging the stuff for the welcome bags and trying to entertain the one year old in the crib that was pushed to one corner of the living room.

A soft knock came to your door and you nearly jolted in surprise, grabbing Yeri and hiking her up at your hip to get the door.

Seungkwan was there, wearing a navy blue hoodie, blue jeans and blue sneakers. He smiled at you and the baby at your hip.

"I tried calling, but you never answered," he pointed when you moved aside for him to step in.

"Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry, guess I forgot my phone somewhere," you said and tentatively leaned your head up for him, earning a soft smile from him when he understood what you wanted, pressing a soft kiss in your lips.

"Hi again," you cooed happily.

"Hi honey," he responded in the same manner. He even matched your tone.

In that moment, Yeri started kicking her little legs, making a fuss about being pushed to the side for you to have your romantic moment with Seungkwan.

"I'm babysitting," you explained, as if it weren't evident already.

"Is your sister gone?" he asked, walking behind you as you made your way to the living room, you had rearranged everything so the coffee table was pushed to the wall and barricaded with the cardboard box that previously stored the vases in your temporary room.

The floor had a multi-colored mat, surrounded with cushions and large pillows for the baby to be in, her favorite toys sprinkled everywhere.

"Yes, it's just us three," you said, settling the one year old in the floor, where she immediately slumped backwards with a joyous squeal.

"I brought us sandwiches," he said with his adorable pout, lifting the plastic bag on his hand.

You couldn't help but smile at that, taking a step towards him and cupping his face in your hands and pressed a big kiss in his lips.

"Thank you, Professor Boo," you mumbled in his lips, referring to his old high-school nickname.

"It's been ages since someone called me that," he admitted with a shy smile.

While having lunch, you helped baby Yeri with her food, cutting it to smaller pieces so she could chew them and she did so contentedly, drool dripping down her chin as she blabbed and laughed at nothing in particular.

"She's a happy baby," Seungkwan pointed when you settled back to the living room and Yeri was now sleeping peacefully in her crib.

"Yeah. She's the sweetest," you replied, eyeing Seungkwan at your side and Yeri in her crib.

"I guess we should make the most of the fact that she's asleep and get to work," he suggested, noticing your gaze on him.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," you blurted, feeling a little ashamed of yourself.

You both sat on the dining table and you taught Seungkwan how the welcome bundle had to be made. Which consisted of a pretty gift bag, but the content had to include a hangover kit, a small bottle of sparkling water and assorted candies.

You popped a piece of chocolate bar that was destined for the bundles and Seungkwan eyed you with curiosity. "I thought those were numbered," he quipped with a grin when you laughed guiltily.

"They are, but I'll take this as payment," you said impishly.

"You should charge them for everything you're doing, if you don't mind me saying so," he muttered firmly and added in an even quieter voice, as if he feared the walls would judge him, "I know money is not an issue for your brother-in-law."

"I'll be fine, Kwannie," you replied, throwing a hangover kit inside one of the gift bags labeled with your sister and her fiancé's initials and the date of their wedding. "This is fun."

With that, Seungkwan put the matter to rest but you could still feel the slight tension lingering in the air, as though he still had something to say about the matter.

You grabbed a piece of chocolate and scooted in your chair, towards his side. "Open up," you ordered sweetly at him.

One of his eyebrows, fighting back a smile he opened his mouth for you to feed him a piece of chocolate, which he chewed with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

You felt your cheeks glow with an embarrassed heat as you quite literally beamed at him. Seungkwan noticed, reading you perfectly and leaned in to kiss you softly.

"You're cute," he breathed, right before you were both interrupted with a loud cry coming from the crib that you nearly forgot about. Yeri had awoken and immediately started demanding attention.

"Oh, I'll–," you started.

"Don't worry, I'll go," he said, promptly getting up and you watched him cross the living room and lifted baby Yeri in his arms.

Yeri immediately soothed her cries, getting what she wanted when Seungkwan sat on the mat with her in his arm and mumbled something to her, you could hear the soft humming of his voice and Yeri responded with her own, half incoherent babble.

You continued working on the remaining bags, watching Seungkwan entertain Yeri quite effortlessly. He found one of the sock puppets and the baby in his arm squealed excitedly, clapping her tiny hands when Seungkwan raised the puppet in his hand.

"Does it have a name?" he asked you, calling from across the living room.

"I call it Socky," you replied with a shrug, knowing that it was a terrible name.

"That's a lazy name," he teased with a grin. "But it'll do."

"Hey! Don't say that! Socky will be hurt," you protested childishly.

Seungkwan smiled and got to work on an impromptu character for the sock puppet, finding a voice for Socky and talking to the one-year-old quite flawlessly.

"You have experience with this," you noted, paying attention to the man focused in keeping your baby niece entertained.

"I did some children's plays not too long ago," he briefly explained. "I discovered I have a knack for it."

You were just about to point out that perhaps he was being too humble about it, when Yeri laughed, when Seungkwan pulled a trick on her. It a crazy, high-pitched laugh that was so contagious that both you and Seungkwan responded with a smile at the baby.

Your breath was robbed out of your lungs with a punch in the heart, leaving a fluttering sensation inside you when you realized, Seungkwan's smile was sweet, like his chocolate brown eyes.

He looked at you, knowing he would find your gaze on him and winked. If you hadn't blushed already, you would have after that.

Later, when you had finished the bundles, Seungkwan and Yeri were watching TV, both sitting on the floor, mindlessly watching the screen.

Some time later, Seungkwan left right before your parents arrived and took care of Yeri, so you had ample chance to get ready for the dinner party.

You wore a pretty silk dress that accentuated your attributes nicely. After getting your makeup and hair up in a cute bun, you were ready to get to the restaurant bar, since you had to be there to go over the guest list with the restaurant staff.

Your father gave you a ride there, complimenting your look with a proud smile before you climbed down the car.

You let out an anxious sigh. This was the first event before the main one, the wedding.

The night had fallen by the shore, the restaurant stood after it, the terrace lights lit up the place beautifully. The soft glow of the lights that hung above made the place look cozy, and even warm, as opposed to the chilly night.

The terrace was adorned just like the bride had requested, the tables neatly arranged with matching fine dinnerware, tablecloths, goblets, all in the colors that she demanded; and you arranged for.

You liked this part—setting pretty high top tables, arranging guests lists, even the dutiful task of doing over a hundred welcoming bundles, it made you think that if the bride wasn't your actual sister, you'd feel at ease.

But as soon as you saw her arrive to the restaurant, you immediately felt the muscles of your back tense up. Her fiancé was by her side, neither of them spoke a word to either you or the staff as your sister dragged him to the terrace for an impromptu photo shoot session.

Slowly, you sister and brother-in-law's friends started to arrive and you were quickly put to work, going over the names and pointing them to their respective tables.

But there was only one guest whose arrival you anticipated the most. And the longer it took for him to get there, the more anxious you felt. It wasn't until you were to the last guests, crossing out most of the names on the list when you raised your gaze from your phone.

To see Seungkwan approaching you from the restaurants entrance, he was pocketing his phone in his pants, fixing the cuffs of his white button up, which was not buttoned all the way up. So you could get a glimpse of his beautiful collarbones, you instantly felt like your heart thumped furiously in your chest when your eyes met his.

"Sorry, I'm a bit late," he said, giving you a shy smile.

You did your best not to look as flustered as you already were. "You're excused," you pressed your lips in a smile.

Seungkwan beckoned toward you and you immediately stiffened in your posture, shaking your head slightly. "No kissing?" he whispered, catching your misdirect quickly.

"Not in front of my sisters," you casually put in, coughing to mask your nervousness at the same time you nodded to the tables at the far end of the terrace. "I don't want them to ruin my night just yet."

Seungkwan laughed softly. "You're the boss," he mumbled, his doe eyes casting a glance up and down your body, making your blood sizzle under your skin.

"Okay," you sighed shakily, running your hands over your tummy, smoothing over the silk fabric. "You're with me," you turned on your heel and walked over where your and Seungkwan's table were located.

"Why are you nervous?" he asked, he had grabbed two champagne glasses and offered you one.

"It's nothing," you mumbled but after a brief pause, you blurted: "I want everything to go smoothly."

Seungkwan pondered for a second. "Can I help?"

"You're doing great so far," you breathed with a pleased smile. "You're here."

Seungkwan's lips twitched a little and he appeared to lean towards you. "So you're not letting me kiss you but it's okay to flirt?"

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. "Flirting is fine. No one else is listening."

The guests were concentrated in different groups, achieving what the purpose of the dinner was and your sister and his fiancé's friends were getting to meet each other. So no one was really even close to listening to you and Seungkwan.

"Well in that case," he mumbled, pretending to fix the cuffs of this button up. "You look gorgeous."

You giggled in pure embarrassment, making Seungkwan smile at you.

"It's taking me all of my willpower not to kiss you," he continued, enjoying the sound of your giggles, the color that your face took, the glint in your eyes, everything.

"Stop," you sighed and rubbed a small tear from the corner of your eye.

"It's true," he mumbled, his eyes triangulating between your lips and your twinkling eyes again.

The dinner went over smoothly, your nervousness died down mostly all due to Seungkwan keeping you distracted with silent knowing looks and secret touches under the table.

His hand casually slid up your thigh once, giving you a slow and gentle squeeze, making your blood boil under your skin when you couldn't help but press your thighs together.

He kept his hand resting there, his thumb caressing over the silk of your skirt, leaving a prickling sensation when he lifted his hand from your thigh.

Seungkwan looked at you, the corners of his mouth lifting as he sipped from his glass of champagne.

God, you wanted to touch him. You thought.

Your hand was next to his, on the table. Reaching out with one finger slowly in order to lace with his.

"There you are, little sis," your sister said, giving you an odd feeling of déjà vu.

Your big sister grabbed you by the arm, you could tell that she was drunk because she pulled you off your chair carelessly, making you nearly stumble.

She laughed. "Careful," she mumbled. "I want you to meet a friend of mine."

"What? You're drunk already?" you blurted, sneaking a look over your shoulder to Seungkwan, "Sorry," you mouthed to him.

But he blinked at you with ease as if saying don't worry about it.

You walked closely behind your sister, letting her drag you through the crowds of people outside in the terrace.

"This," your sister blurted, quite literally thrusting you in front of someone. "Is my friend Hanbin. This is my little sister," she sighed, pleased with herself for some reason.

You looked up to the older man. Hanbin.

"We already know each other," he said, his voice velvety and low, a slow smile stretching his full rosy lips.

"Well, you two talk," your older sister said, her words a slurry mess and she turned to say something to her husband.

"Sorry about that," you put in quickly and quite nervous to face the guy. "She's... well you know her."

Hanbin was actually, not your sister's friend but her husband's, best friend, actually. So you've known him from a few years back, from moments like this that your sister insists on making a fool of yourself in front of her older friends.

"How have you been?" he asked politely, his dark eyes glinting with some drunkenness in them.

"Uh, good, good. I um," you pretended to tuck some hairs behind your ear, despite your hair being up in a bun. "How are you? Are you... wha-what is it that you do?"

You blinked slowly, trying to regain focus. Hanbin laughed at your stutter, his laugh wasn't mocking, it was actually cute.

"I'm a producer. I'm actually moving in the city and your sister told me you're based there..." he frowned, looking a little befuddled. "I think that's why she wanted you to meet me."

You nodded awkwardly, toying with the dainty bracelets in your wrist. "That's nice," you replied aloofly. "I mean, yo-you moving to the city, that's great!"

He nodded, putting a hand to the pocket of his black pants. He was wearing all black, and he seemed to blend in with the dark night sky. Your eyes lost focus on anything but the older man's gaze and settled on the golden liquid in his glass.

It seemed to you that there wasn't much to say and you thought you'd make up an excuse to get back to your table. Then, suddenly, you felt your sister stumbling backwards, crashing her weight against your body and making you lose your balance.

You heard your sister squeal with laughter as you tripped forward and he reached a hand out of his pocket and grabbed you before you fell, spilling his drink all over the front of his black shirt.

"Oh, god. I'm so sorry," you gasped shamefully, trying to compose yourself quickly.

"It's alright," he said politely, shaking his hand off the droplets of whisky after putting the glass on the table.

"Here," you blurted, grabbing a napkin from the table and offered it to him, without looking at his face in utter embarrassment.

"It's alright," he repeated and you heard him smile.

Seungkwan watched the whole exchange from afar, how deliberately your sister pushed you onto the unsuspecting guy's arms. But oh, it seemed that the older man loved it, looking at your nervous self trying to make it right, nearly using the tablecloth in your hand to clean his shirt yourself.

You were nervous, rightfully so. Seungkwan saw it in your body language, how retracted you were from the whole exchange and he saw you still after Hanbin smiled at you and said something to you, pulling out his phone from the pocket of his black trousers and listening to you attentively.

You came back after a minute, face blushed, walking awkwardly.

Seungkwan was standing by the doorway to the large terrace, he had left his chair the moment he saw you almost stumble to your knees. And kept an eye on you, a nasty feeling coiling inside his chest when he saw Hanbin's eyes on you in a way that could only mean one thing.

"What was that about?" Seungkwan asked, nodding his head toward the older man, who just happened to be absorbed in conversation with other party guests. 

"Oh, my sister and her relentless need to make a fool of me," you brushed off, grabbing a new glass of champagne and brought it to your lips to give a generous gulp. 

"How come?" he asked, eyeing you with a glint of curiosity. 

"Mm, 's nothing," you mumbled, feeling a new warmth of embarrassment rush to your face. "She has this thing, she likes to throw me to her guy friends when she can't keep up with simple conversations."

You twirled the dainty glass of champagne from one hand to the other, mindlessly seeing the bubbles rise to the surface of the gold liquid. 

"And what did you two talk about?" he asked, his tone was curious still and when you met his eyes, he only looked at you. 

"Um, nothing really. He's moving to the city next month. Asked for my number so we can meet when he moves, show him around and stuff," you shrugged, trying to change the conversation into something other than the cause for your embarrassment.

Seungkwan paused, eyeing the features of your face over and over again. You looked embarrassed, yes. But he noticed also, that you didn't caught on your sister's plan, and fell right to it. 

"And did you give it to him?" 

"Yeah, I mean, he's my sister's friend."

Seungkwan blinked, trying with all his might not to roll his eyes. He saw the way Hanbin looked at you, the way he gaped at your chest instead of having the decency to look at your eyes. 

"Or he was trying to get your number all along," he muttered, making you raise your eyes to see him push the inside of his cheek with his tongue. 

"What?" you frowned. "D'you think he was flirting with me?" 

"Oh, I'm sure he was flirting," he smiled slowly, but the sentiment didn't reach his eyes, it was a dry smile. 

You snorted. "Yeah, right. Why would he? I thought he was in a relationship, or whatever." 

"If so, he was very comfortable looking at your chest," he blurted quickly, shifting his gaze elsewhere. 

"What?" you blurted with a scoff. "No he wasn't."

Though you couldn't say that for sure, and it resounded in the tone of your voice. 

"He was."

Your eyes zeroed on his face, his avoidant gaze. "And?" you prompted. 

"And, what do you mean, and?" he blinked and another empty smile broke his otherwise hard expression. 

You started with a shrug, enjoying the slightly heated expression that his features took, pushing his eyebrows up, his lips pursing just a little. "I mean, it doesn't mean a thing," you muttered, taking a step towards him slowly. "At the end of the day the only eyes I want on me are yours." 

That seemed to break him. With a little snort, his shoulders relaxed.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked with a low tone, a hand slowly slithered on your waist, over the thin fabric of your silk dress. 

Your eyelids fluttered under the sudden contact of his hand on you, when he pulled you to his frame. "Yeah," you mumbled out. 

His eyes darted to a point across the room behind you and then back to yours. "'Cause right now he's looking at your ass pretending to be listening to a conversation."

You stilled and made no motion to confirm his accusations. Seungkwan looked sincere, a bit heated but not completely upset. He almost looked challenged. 

"Even if I'm with you?" you asked, feeling even more dumbfounded when Seungkwan only nodded.

One of his eyebrows twitched slightly. "Well, we may have to send him a message so he understands that you are off limits," he murmured the words slowly, his sweet voice betraying what the darkness in his eyes told. 

"How are you planning to do that?" you asked, thinking that it was completely befuddling to see the spark in his eye, the jealousy that made his hand snake from the curve of your waist to the small of your back. 

"I don't know," he mumbled, shrugging slightly with the shoulder that his head was leaning to. "I could take advantage of the fact that no one but him is looking at us, and just do this–,"

A shudder shot through you when his hand slid down the small of your back and firmly parked it on your ass. The corners of his lips curved ever so slightly when he saw how flustered you looked. 

"Seungkwan!" you hissed, but made no move to stop him. "What if someone else sees?" 

His eyes darted back to the other side of the room again swiftly and nodded at you. "I don't care," he muttered and then looked back at you guiltily. "No one else is watching but him, baby. I promise." 

"This is a really rude way to mark your territory," you pointed impishly, settling your empty glass of champagne on the nearest table and grabbing his hand from your ass.

But still, you laced your fingers with his, the back of your hand against his palm.

"Since you failed to tell him to back off and not giving him your number, I gotta do something, don't I?" he asked and you noticed that he was trying to keep it together and not laugh at his own jealous act.

"I didn't know he was flirting!" you exclaimed in a hushed tone and took your fingers to the collar of his button up to start toying with it absentmindedly. 

"That's why I think he should know you're not free," he shrugged slightly again, slowly dipping his head to meet your lips with his own, gently kissing you once and parting away with a small smile. 

"I think that would suffice," you mumbled amusedly. "Did he stop looking?" 

Seungkwan paused, as if he had forgotten the object of his jealous act and that almost made you laugh. "Uhm," he blinked and darted back. "Yup, he's minding his business now."

"You're being such a dick," you joked.

"Am I?" he inquired, nodding his head once. "I got him to stop looking at you, didn't I?"

"Let him look," you shrugged. "It's all he can do, right?"

Seungkwan pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, looking at you attentively. "What if I don't like that?" he challenged.

"Then you're gonna have to live with it," you said with ease, adding another shrug. "'Cause I can't prevent people from looking."

That made Seungkwan smile and he sighed as if letting go of his little jealous act. His free hand cupped your chin, setting his gaze on your face before whispering. "You'll be the death of me."

Then he kissed you again, deeper this time, demanding a hard kiss from you, making you melt into his lips. A moan coiled in your throat when you felt the tip of his tongue slowly prod on your lower lip and that made him stop, only to press his lips softly with yours, move them to your cheek and then,

"Careful, baby, we can't be doing that in front of everyone," he whispered in your ear, and you could almost see him in the eye of your mind looking straight into Hanbin as he did that. 

"I thought you wanted to send him another message," you quipped and moved your head back to meet his gaze. 

"That doesn't mean I want him to know how sweet you sound," he bit back and pinched your chin softly with his thumb and pointer finger. "Come take a walk with me."

"Okay," you breathed, being pulled already by the hand Seungkwan was already laced to. 

The both of you exited the fancy open restaurant bar, heading onto the pretty wooden terrace, which was lit with fairy lights, that contrasted with the dark night sky. The terrace was heavy packed with your sister and brother in law's guests, and you quickly understood that Seungkwan wanted to get you alone.

So he walked you down the wooden pier that extended from the restaurant's terrace, the pier descending towards a boat shed at the distance and upon the waterfront. The boat shed appeared to be mysteriously abandoned, bringing you to question the nature of his intent.

But Seungkwan came to a stop, tugging his arm so he turned you to him with a half twirl, your chests collided, and you gave him a half flustered, half nervous giggle.

Seungkwan in return, circled your lower back with an arm. A thought crossed his mind when he caught sight of your parted lips, your blown pupils; you're cute, hot, you're driving him insane. He smirked and a hand came to pinch your chin softly, his chocolate brown eyes darkened under the moonless night.

"Have you ever come down here?" he asked softly, the hand that previously pinched your chin brushed some baby hairs off your face.

He wondered if he could ask you to free your hair from the bun that held it prettily on top of your head.

"No, honestly I didn't know this existed," you nodded back to the shadowy boat shed.

"Mm, so it's a first for both of us," he muttered before leaning to press a soft kiss on your lips.

"A lot of things are, Kwannie," you breathed, looking at him completely flustered now.

Your stomach jolted nervously when his eyes triangulated from your lips, then to each of your eyes. His hand slid in your face to cup your chin before dipping his head to meet your lips with his own with a hot kiss.

Fuck, the fluttery feeling inside you was there again. But it made you moan in his mouth now. There was no hiding how he made you feel, the burning tingling in your cheeks, the fluttery heartbeat against your chest, pulsating in your ears and throat.

You were down bad, so bad.

"Kwannie," you breathed, cupping his neck with your hands, you felt his pulse beneath your palms and fingers.

"Honey," he replied, his breathy voice sounded slightly strained.

When you couldn't bring yourself to utter what you wanted, he paused, reading you expertly.

And in truth, he wanted you as much as you wanted him. After being with you all day and all night, plus the jealousy, that dress you were wearing, the aching need to make you his, his mind was resolved.

"C'mere," he mumbled, grabbing you by the hand.

You were led to the interior of the boat shed, amidst the darkness and the smell of wood, and seawater. There was an old boat in the middle of the wooden shed and each of the corners was cluttered with abandoned items.

The faint, distant sounds of laughter and music drifted across the water, the boat creaking, the rhythmic sound of the sea lapping against the shore. Your mind reeled, but you paid no attention to the familiar looming fear of getting caught.

Seungkwan's lips made a soft smacking sound when he pulled away from yours. "Turn around, baby," he half whispered half rasped.

Your heart raced uncontrollably, sending a powerful shudder like lightning through your body. You loved when he spoke to you like this, with such confidence, his breathy voice controlled, the determination in the features of his face.

"What happened to fucking me in a bed?" you breathed with a sassy smile, despite wanting this with every fiber of your being.

"Next time," he maintained, bumping the tip of your nose with his before pulling you into another chaste kiss. "Turn for me. And pull your skirt up."

Carrying out his order, you turned around, hastily pinching the silk skirt of your dress up to your waist, uncovering yourself for him with a shaky breath. You immediately felt his front press up against your back, his erection wedged perfectly on your ass, his hot breath on the shell of your ear.

"Would you like him to see this, baby?" he asked, hooking one finger around the string of your thong, moving it to one side to then dip that same finger between your wet folds. "Do you want him to know how wet for me you are?"

"No, no Kwannie," you gasped, leaning your body forward slightly and holding onto a wooden post, your ass was now angled for him, so close to his front that you felt then he moved his hand to zip down his black pants, you heard his belt buckling free.

You screwed your eyes shut when you felt the tip of his cock nudging on your entrance, playing with your arousal by sliding up and down your slippery folds. "Mmnff," you let out a muffled moan. "God, oh god."

The palms of his hands pressed on the plush of your ass, fingers digging softly onto your skin as he buried his cock deeply inside your walls, eliciting a moan from both of you. He wasted no time and started pushing his cock with a steady pace at first.

"Fuck," you whispered softly just as you leaned your body in, angling your ass, making his cock hit a sweet spot in your walls.

Seungkwan groaned behind you. A hand left your hip and flew to circle your throat, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as you quite literally heard his breath hitch when your walls clamped around him.

"Do you think he can fuck you like this?" he grunted, his fingers pressing around your neck gently. "Make you feel good, like I can?"

"No, of c-course not Kwannie," you gulped hard. With some impatience, your fingers wrapped around his wrists, one of his hands on your neck, the other still firmly placed on your ass, keeping your skirt up.

"Fuck—you like this, don't you baby?" he groaned, dropping a kiss on the crook of your neck. "You like to rile me up? Like to make me jealous?"

You nodded and sighed a moan when his teeth grazed a soft spot on your neck. "Kwannie, please," you begged for him to speed up his thrusts, to give you what you needed to come.

"You drive me crazy," he confessed with a strained tone, followed by a low moan that vibrated against your ear.

Your hands held onto the wooden wall in front of you as the thrust of his hips changed, plowing on you now, causing your body to bounce on his cock.

His hand climbed down from your throat to squeeze one of your boobs gently over the fabric of your dress, moaning on your neck when he confirmed his suspicions that you didn't wear a bra for your pretty dress.

"Oh my god," you whimpered, when his hand on your ass circled to your front and pressed the pads of his fingers against your swollen clit, which was slick with your own arousal, his fingers pinched your bud, and started rubbing it with swift motions.

"Come for me," he growled in your ear as his hand on your boob returned to your throat, keeping the thrusting of his cock steady on your throbbing pussy. "I know you're close, baby."

"I can't," you sobbed. Despite the undeniable sweet pleasure consuming your body, there was something stopping it from tearing through you.

"Yes, you can," he planted a soft kiss in your cheek, nudging the apple of your cheek with the tip of his nose. "You've done so well for me baby, taking me so nicely, so fucking good."

Hearing him speaking like that onto your ear might've been your undoing. Pleasure tore through your body, under the fingers flicking your clit, the hand wrapped around your throat and the relentless thrusting of his cock inside your walls, and his breathy moans when your walls started contracting on his cock.

"Just like that, good girl," he rasped with a low grunt that vibrated on his chest, his mind spinning with a frantic shudder before he gasped in your ear: "My girl."

You nodded deliriously at the sound of that, slipping into the same trance as him as you came undone on his cock. "Yours," you sobbed, your hand pressing to the side of his head to bring him to a sloppy kiss.

"All mine," Seungkwan nodded with you, his breath hitching and you felt it in your lips, swallowing back a strangled moan as he spilled himself inside you, pushing his cum with slow, deep thrusts until he was utterly breathless.

He released a sigh, dropping his head to litter your shoulder with slow, wet kisses.

"Seungkwan," you breathed, feeling his heartbeat thumping furiously against your back, you leaned your head back to try and look at him. "Were you really jealous?"

Two fingers slid under your chin to angle your lips to his, which he kissed gently, brushing the tip of his nose against yours teasingly. "A little," he admitted with a faint tone, seemingly focused on pressing kisses on your jawline.

His other hand slid up from your core and placed it flatly on your lower tummy, the front of his body was still pressed against your back, like a back hug, except that he was still sheathed inside your warm walls.

"You should know that I didn't flirt back," you blurted, angling your head so he could trail kisses down the crook of your neck, making your mouth fall open, enjoying the tingling sensation with each kiss he planted.

"I know, baby," he responded, the trail of lazy kisses coming to a stop in the crook of your neck.

"And you also know that I can't prevent people staring at my tits—or my ass," you added with a small chuckle, raising your eyes to his.

He responded with a muffled laugh. "I know," he repeated. "And you know that I was just playing with you back at the restaurant, right?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I do," you smiled. "I thought it was hot."

"Oh, I noticed," he returned a satisfied smile. "Should I do it more often?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," you muttered shyly.

"But only if you do something for me," he said, tilting his head and holding your gaze with his.

"I'm all ears."

"Go on a date with me. A proper date," he added and then you saw the nervous glint in his eyes. "I want to be serious with you."

Your whole body went alight with an ecstatic shudder. "I'd love that."

✾ a/n: heyooooo

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STAY NEXT TO YOU ; haechan gets off work early to take care of you

s_fw, wc1241. sick!reader (plot point) who wears glasses (not a plot point); pregnancy mentioned jokingly

an: self indulgent at best lol. includes a little bonus post nap fluff

“Babe?”

Haechan’s voice is soft from the doorway, careful and curious as it hangs in the air before the sound of his slippers across the floor follows. You hum quietly in response, cuddled up in one of his sweatshirts and under a few too many blankets. You're surprised that he’s home, and under any other circumstance you’re certain you’d feel butterflies over the fact that he’s returned early for you, but a wave of pain hits as he climbs into bed, washing nausea over you in a way that leaves you crying (softly, because it hurts to even do that, as ridiculous as it all is).

He tutts in reply, making a sympathetic sound as he fits himself around the little ball you’ve made of yourself. “What can I do, hmm?”

“My face hurts.”

“…your face?”

“Mmhm. My cheek and jaw and chin. Sometimes so bad I feel nauseous.”

“You feel nauseous right now?”

“‘m just barely resisting the urge to cry.”

“You aren’t like…with little Haechan, are you?”

You weakly attempt to get out of his hold, muttering about how annoying he is. He laughs, nuzzling into your shoulder as he cuddles closer to you, body weighing into yours comfortingly to get you to relax again.

“I’m only partially kidding.”

“Go back to work.”

“Ok, ok, babe,” he soothes you, a smile in his voice. “What did you take?”

“Migraine medication.”

Haechan hums softly but says nothing as he continues to lay with you, his warmth seeping through the layers of fabric between you all. It leaves you feeling a little too hot and causes you to free your hands from your cocoon in an attempt to cool down a little…which works well enough before he realizes your hands are free and decides to steal one to lace his fingers through yours. 

“Teeth feel numb…I think if I stuff my cheek with something it might feel better.”

“Ok…that isn’t how that works,” he tells you, the tone of his voice measured in a way that tells you he’s trying to be both supportive and realistic. It causes you to smile as he gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Did you call the doctor?”

“Yeah. I had a telehealth and she told me to come in tomorrow. Since it’s been a few days.”

He hums thoughtfully before pulling away. Every little sound of pain you make draws a sympathetic one from him as he does god-knows-what around the room. You’ve nearly whimpered yourself to sleep by the time you feel him gently rousing you, fingers oddly cold when they meet bits of your bare skin. 

“Come on, my love…your blood is just pooling in your head. Lay on me and you’ll feel a little better…”

You groan as you sit up, frowning at him even as you realize he’s changed into his house clothes and propped a number of pillows up against the headboard to support the both of you. He opens an arm to you, the expression on his face telling you he knows you want to join him until your brow furrows.

He huffs out a laugh. “Be nice to me,” he tells you, fingers wiggling cutely to get you to join him. “Please, please, please? I’ll get you whatever you want for dinner later.”

“Whatever I want?”

His smile is too amused and teasing. “As long as it won’t upset you- ah, don’t pout again. I’m looking out for my girl.”

You curl up next to him, allowing him to adjust the blankets before you rest your head on his chest. His arm is heavy around your waist, hand sneaking under your shirt to settle hot against your skin as you sink into each other.

“I have one of your masks from the fridge, if you want it.”

Despite yourself, you whimper in overwhelm. He’s left work early and gotten familiar enough with your migraines to know you shouldn’t be laying flat on the bed. You’ve been together long enough for it to be normal but being sick makes you a little more emotionally vulnerable than normal and emotionally vulnerable you is well aware of the fact that loving and being loved is precious. That being cared for by someone who has decided you’re worth it is invaluable.

And he’s grabbed a stupid little mask from the fridge to top it all off.

“I got the blue one,” he tells you, because he knows it’s your favorite despite being no different from the others aside from in color. You pay around blindly for it and he laughs before placing it in your hand.

“Thanks, ‘ie,” you murmur, sighing contentedly when you feel him gently rest his cheek on your head.

“‘course, baby,” he murmurs as you hold the mask to the side of your face instead of putting it on. “Want me to hold your face for you?”

You half laugh, nuzzling into him as you say, “No. Just hold me for a little while.”

“As long as you want…”

.

.

It’s a few hours later when you wake up, still cradled against Haechan’s chest. You feel worse now, the effects of your migraine medication having worn off, and you aren’t sure if he knows you’re awake but he continues to rub your back soothingly regardless. He’s even still making little comforting sounds in response to your whimpers, and the realization makes you feel momentarily dizzier because your boyfriend is almost too sweet for words sometimes.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” You ask after a few minutes of half watching him scroll his phone. 

He laughs. “I forgot you can’t see shit without your glasses.”

“You enjoy being cruel toward your poor, sick girlfriend, huh?”

“She likes it,” he tells you, a little too smug. “Reddit.”

“Weirdo.”

“Mmhm. Between the porn and the cheat codes I learn quite a bit about migraines and (one of your hobbies).”

“That so?”

“Among other things,” he smiles, tilting his head to kiss your forehead. “Feeling better?”

“Worse. I think ’s time for another dose…I could eat something, too.”

“It’d be faster if I go and get [your fav] than it would be for it to be delivered.”

“Ok. I’ll go with you.”

His lips brush your forehead again as he pockets his phone. “You don’t have to. Stay and rest.”

You pull away from him, eyes searching his face for a moment before you admit, “I want to stay next to you.”

It causes him to grin bashfully before gently pinching the check that doesn’t hurt. “So cute and baby when you’re sick, my love. Makes me want to-”

“Keep me sick?” You ask with a frown, watching as he leans over and sorts through the collection of pill bottles you have on the bedside table to find your migraine medication.

He offers you a pill and your canteen as he shakes his head. “No. Makes me want to tuck you in my pocket.”

You pop the pill and chug some water. “‘m too big.”

“Sad, but true,” He pushes the blankets off the pair of you before getting up out of bed and looking at you expectantly. “But, I want to stay next  to you too, little bug-”

“Rude-”

“-so come on.” He steadies you as you get out of bed, smiling down at you once he’s sure you won’t fall. His lips brush the corner of your mouth in a tender kiss as he busies himself with righting your clothes. “I won’t stop you, my love.”

*‘ie is just E. she just didn’t say haechannie or hyuckie

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was just about to wish dino happy birthday when seungkwan uploaded pics on weverseee

the future of kpop may i add. bestest of birthdays to dino🩵🩵🥹

dokyeom staying with you for the weekend. he opens the brightest smile when you wake up saturday morning next to him, softly calling your name and throwing his phone - that he was scrolling through - away just to wrap an arm around your hip. "are you hungry? should we eat?", he asks you.

for the whole weekend he's attached to you by the hip, watching tv, eating junk food, eventually kissing you when he feels like it - healing everything he came in touch with, like the sunshine that he is.

"thanks for being with me", you say. dokyeom smiles, caressing your hair. "of course, love. where else could i be?".

i'd love to request texts the 97 line sends you while on tour! please & thank you! :)

hiii yessss id be more than happy to🩵🩵 I LIVE FOR 97’ LINE!!! thanks for the request nonnieee

+ 97’ line and texting while on tour

pairing : 97line!seventeen x fem!reader

warnings : mention of drinking, slight angst but sweet sweet flufff!!

kim mingyu

lee seokmin

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muahahha hope you enjoyed this🩵🩵love taking requests since it rlly gets my brain turning ଘ(✿˵•́ ᴗ •̀˵)

asks are always open! feel free to drop anything in there

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i ain't arguing with a man with big brown eyes. whatever u say beautiful.

muahahah it’s time~~~~~

i finally finished all my work and can miss lectures tomorrow 😈😈 IM EXCITED TO START

backstage series | lee seokmin (M) [ongoing]

After you and your boyfriend split up, you decided to reconnect with your friend Seokmin. Because you're both performers, you started spending more time together, and a lot can happen backstage.

♡︎ pairings: lee seokmin x afab!reader ♡︎ genre: romance, smut [mdni] ♡︎ aus: theatre performer seokmin, fake dating with benefits, ♡︎ word count: 52.6k

navigation post part 1 | opening night “Just play along.” He said softly, his lips curving into a playful smile as he leaned his head to kiss you deeply in front of everyone who, until that night, thought you were heartbroken for someone else.

part 2 | obsession The truth was, he liked whatever he had with you. Friends that fuck. But to everyone else you know, you're sort of a thing. And that is what Seokmin himself suggested, a fake relationship. A fake relationship between two friends that fuck, no romantic feelings in between. How could this possibly go wrong?

part 3 | bad idea It was all an act. A mantra you repeated to yourself since the moment you first kissed. You'd made a pact with Seokmin to remain friends. Yet even when his touch seemed like wildfire, you clung to the fragile threads of that promise, as you felt yourself melting at the touch of his lips.

part 4 | closing night He felt like home. Like coming home after a tiring day, you can finally relax and unwind. The comfort of his affectionate embrace is everything you've been longing for in the last few days.

part 5 | rehearsals Being in love with your best friend has been an experience with many trials and errors. Mostly errors.

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you mentioned a song called seasons and i responded to your reblog saying i'd listen to the song in my next writing session but… i just realized that i don't really know what song you were referring to so.. i'm here to ask (*/ω\*) sorryy

hiiii!! i TRULEY loved that seungkwan fic and am dying to read your other series, but i really want to enjoy it so im saving it for my next day off from school🥰🥰

SRRY FOR GETTING CARRIED AWAY BUT its seasons by wave to earth!!! they’re a korean indie band and i found them after that song went trending on tiktok, but their whole discography is so good🥹🥹 def recommend :))))

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honey | guilty pleasures series | b.sk

Planning a wedding is not easy. It is one of the most difficult feats you had ever chosen to do. That and seeing Boo Seungkwan again. Seungkwan, the golden boy, the teacher's favourite. The person you had a stupid undying crush on.

✾ pairings: boo seungkwan x afab!reader ✾ genre: fluff, smut mdni ✾ au: theatre performer seungkwan, childhood crush to lovers ✾ word count: 10.2k

↣ check out my other fics – ko-fi

🍊— i want to dedicate this to the anon who requested a boo seungkwan series (•ᴗ•)

🎧: cotton candy – jinyoung | let me in – exo | candy – baekhyun

₊ nsfw tags under the cut!

✾ warnings: reader has a numerous family, reader has a sweet-tooth so there's mentions of food, smut with plot, foul language, big dick seungkwan, soft dom seungkwan, kwannie is lowkey a simp (?), hand kink, hair pulling, praise kink, pussy stretching, oral (f. r.), hushed sex, unprotected p in v sex. pet names: pretty, baby, honey (hers) ✾ a/n: please don't count the times seungkwan's hands are mentioned

part i — honey

A sudden dull thump echoed through the house, followed by the restless cry of the baby. In a matter of seconds, your mother's voice echoed from downstairs, urgently calling your name.

The particular tone your mother adopted when she called you, was off-putting, almost as if she thought you were being intentionally indifferent to her. However, at that moment you were in the middle of getting dressed. Your wet hair dripped onto the floor and your clothes clung uncomfortably to your still damp skin.

The bitter cold in the air made the idea of a shower rather unpleasant, but your mother told you that her friend's visit was imminent. So you hurried to get ready, your mother's urgency evident.

Your stomach churned as your name echoed through the corridors, and you knew that your mother was standing at the foot of the stairs, waiting for your answer.

"Coming!" you replied as loud as you could through the door of the tiny bathroom at your parents' house. 

The baby's cries grew louder, drowning out the possibility that your mother had heard your response. Exasperated, you turned back your attention to the task of getting dressed, as the lingering moisture on your skin complicated the task unnecessarily.

As you left the bathroom, a feeling of annoyance swept over you, made worse by the cold that was contrasted by the steam in the bathroom. Attempting to dry your hair with a towel to no avail, you hurried down the stairs to the lower floor.

Almost instantly, your arms were heavy with the weight of the eleven-month-old who was loud enough to let you know her discomfort, but not old enough to tell you what the problem actually was.

"Yeri, let auntie take care of you, okay?" your big sister cooed at her child whose cries became louder as soon as she felt her mother's arms exchange for yours.

"Where's mom?" you asked your big sister, but she was already running out the living room and out the patio, stretching her arms wide as if she were a free woman. 

The baby in your arms quieted down, and you arched an eyebrow at the blissfully aloof child. 

"So it was all a show for mommy, huh?" you muttered, readjusting her in your arms. "Let's go look for nana."

At that, her curious eyes looked up at your face. "Nana," the baby babbled. 

"Yes, nana. Nana, nana," you babbled continuously with the baby as you looked for your mother in the kitchen, in the service room and by the time it dawned on you she might be in the patio, the baby's arms were clinging onto your neck and wet hair. 

Slightly annoyed by both Yeri's tight grip on your hair and your unnecessary tour on your parents' house, you walked out to the chill and sunny day. The grass on the patio was already ankle length and it had rained overnight so it was dewy, making you shiver instantly.

"There you are, miss!" your mother called and you raised your eyes from your bare feet to a number of strange faces. 

"Mom," you babbled, much like Yeri's baby babbles. "Oh. Hi." 

A faint voice in your head told you that you did indeed know these people and that you had better be on your best behavior. They were about the age of your parents, so you did your part and bowed your head to them, murmuring shy 'hellos' and introducing yourself as politely as you could with a baby in your arms.

They were two women and a man. All seated in the pretty chairs in the garden, soaking up the winter sun. You noticed that your mother had brought out a tray with tea and cookies that you had made in the morning.

"Are you the one getting married?" one of the two women asked.  

You suppressed a sigh, instead you showed a rehearsed smile. "That would be my younger sister, Minnie, ma'am."

"I see," she pressed her lips in a smile.

The woman was not condescending, nor judging, but there was something hanging in the air every time this conversation was held. 

Ever since your younger sister announced her wedding six months ago, you knew it was going to be a drag to come home for her big day. Being the middle of three sisters, one already married and a mother, and the youngest about to be married, there was a certain tacit friction in the air.

Yeri reached out with a tiny hand and slapped your cheek with the force that didn't fit her size. 

"Shht–," you hissed and everyone turned their gazes to you. 

"Did you say your son is coming too?" your mother averted the attention from you skilfully to the woman sitting at her right. 

You bounced Yeri in your arms, making faces at her to distract her from abusing your face with her tiny hands. 

"Yes, he is actually going to have a participation in the wedding reception," she announced quite proudly. "He's singing a ballad as per the groom's request."

Your ears perked up at this. You were in charge of managing the entire wedding's reception. From the moment the bride and groom take one step into the venue to the last guest leaves.

And you had no idea there was a ballad singing session at all. 

So you frowned, following the conversation in the patio's corner, bouncing Yeri on your arms and babbling a full nonsense conversation with her. 

"My son is in the same generation as your daughter, right?" the kinder woman asked, and you felt her doe eyes revert back at you. "They probably know each other." 

"There he is," the dark haired man raised his arm to wave at someone at the distance.

You made no effort to look at the person being waved down, since you were still sticking to your unsuspecting act.

Yeri grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling incredibly hard that you had to crane your neck up attempting to free yourself from her tiny fist, but it resulted in her pulling harder.

At that same moment, someone entered through the patio door, bowing politely at your mom and dad, muttering soft hi's. The voice was honeyed, so sweet that for a second you wanted to facepalm yourself for not recognizing it instantly.

"Seungkwan, I trust you know–,"

"Ow!" you yelped when the fist that wasn't trying to yank your hair from your scalp punched you square in the nose. 

Your eyes watered, but you still raised them to the frozen man standing between your parents and his. 

"Yes. We were in the same class," Seungkwan replied slowly, his doe eyes focused on the struggle between you and the baby in your arms. "Hi, there. Long time no see."

Indeed it was. Seungkwan had lost all the squishiness of the teenager that you remembered and also used to have an embarrassingly obvious crush on. It wasn't only that he stood taller now, or the low bulk hiding beneath the oversized white t-shirt he wore. 

"Hi," you replied flatly, trying to hide your embarrassment. 

Boo Seungkwan was trying not to laugh at the scene in front of him. You soon realized with a twist in your insides. Probably the small tussle between you and Yeri was so entertaining that he couldn't stop looking at you. 

"I was telling them about the song you're singing at the reception, Kwannie," his mother told him sweetly. 

At that, you turned around to sneak away back into the house, thinking you were free for now. Yeri's chubby legs kicking in the air at your sides as you tried to go back inside into the warmer interior and away from the gossip. 

Your mother called your name before you could even step a foot back inside. "Honey, I think you should hear this," your mother advised you, her voice low and sweetened. 

You slowly turned back around. 

Seungkwan yanked his gaze from you and the baby in your arm and sat on the bench beside between his and your mother. 

"It's a surprise for the bride," Seungkwan began explaining directly to your parents, his hands talked through the process too. "There's this big story behind this song and Jisung wanted me to perform the song before the banquet." 

Your lips parted in a tiny 'ah' and nodded, mentally making note of it to put it in your itinerary. 

"My daughter is taking care of all the arrangements for the wedding reception," your mother said proudly too. "It would be nice if you two talked more so you're fully prepared for the big day, honey."

The big day would happen the following Saturday. There wasn't a single night you've rested peacefully since you arrived at your parents' house a week ago. Cursing the day you volunteered to take charge in the preparations, thinking it would be easy. 

You were indeed not a wedding planner. You just thought that because you've organzed a few parties you could plan your little sister's wedding. But no, you were so completely wrong that you even felt scared away from marrying yourself. 

The difficult part was dealing with the bride's demands. At the beginning of all this, you thought that she was nervous for her big day and wanted everything to be perfect.

But it got to a point you thought she might be having fun with having you going crazy to see her demands met.

You shifted your weight and the child in your hip to the other. 

Seungkwan's brown eyes darted a look at you again and you started to feel annoyed. 

He nodded twice with his head. "Would be a pleasure." 

"Yeah, I have some questions about the–"

In that moment your younger sister arrived and your mother went crazy, showing her off to her guests. You abruptly stopped talking just before you were about to spoil the surprise, but thankfully, that gave you the opportunity to scurry back into the house. 

The living room in your parents' house was completely cluttered with stuff for the wedding—ranging from decoration for the venue, accessories, table decor, silverware, plates, boxes of wine glasses, boxes of champagne, and so on. All selected by the bride but collected and arranged by you. 

You were walking aimlessly with one phone in hand, child in the other. Eyes set on the reception itinerary to find a way to accommodate Seungkwan's little surprise for your sister. 

"Are you hungry, bubu?" you asked the restless baby on your arm, attached to your hip. 

"Who's the lucky guy?" 

You gasped and turned around to find Seungkwan standing near the kitchen's entrance, hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. 

"What did you say?" your eyes narrowed on his face, feeling betrayed by your own ears. 

He took some steps towards you and Yeri, pulling one large hand to wriggle his lithe fingers at the baby who was already stretching her chubby little arms to him. 

"She looks just like you," he muttered softly, his eyes focused on Yeri's dimpled hands. 

As his words sunk in, you blinked slowly, understanding what he was trying to say.

"She's not my kid, Seungkwan," your voice dropped below a murmur. "She's my sister's." 

His lips twitched ever so slightly, fighting a smile but his doe eyes betrayed him completely, panning from the baby in your arm to your face. 

"She's literally a copy of you," he repeated, his finger was already wrapped by Yeri's tiny fist. 

The comment took you off guard and you eyed Yeri's tiny face. You thought she looked like her mom, but it never crossed your mind that she could pass off as your own. 

Seungkwan was now so close to you that Yeri could reach the collar of his white t-shirt. 

"Take her," you muttered. "She's not going to stop until you do." 

"Where is her mom?" he asked your older sister as the baby practically clung to his neck. 

Seeing your old childhood crush carrying your baby niece was slightly mind-boggling. His face had lost all of the squishy aspect it used to have as a teenager, when his cheeks were fuller. All trace of his youth was gone.

That is to say, he looked really hot. 

"You're taller," you blurted. "And bulky." 

Seungkwan's big eyes landed on your face swiftly and he stopped.

"Pffft," he scoffed loudly in complete shyness and Yeri laughed aloofly. "Thank you, I suppose."

You averted your gaze from him, feeling embarrassed and hot on the face.

The Seungkwan you knew from your childhood and teenage years was far from being what the girls in your school deemed attractive. They always thought of him as a bit of a stuck up. Always the teacher's favourite, the golden boy.

And yet, you always had a secret, paralyzing crush for him during your teenage years.

So well mannered, talented and smart. Never partook in what the nice looking boys (although not many) did or wore. He was just so sweet. He was the kid who liked musicals, dance recitals and karaoke. 

But you, well, you were quite the contrary. 

You were always deemed the one causing a ruckus in the class. The one that didn't fit, the one that always said something shocking during family dinners.

"So you're in charge of the wedding preparations? Everything?" 

"Everything," you nodded with a sigh, your hands located their usual position so far at your hips because of the accumulated fatigue in the lower back.

Before you could help it, your eyes examined the features of his face. As if you were taking in the details of a stranger upon seeing him for the first time. You notice the faint scar on his cheek, his long eyelashes, the beauty mark adorning the apple of his cheek

"I thought you and your sister weren't on good terms," he ventured. 

"We're working on it," you put in simply. 

You grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other and gossip was practically the community news, since your younger sister couldn't keep it to herself and told her friends, and her friends did the rest. So you weren't surprised that Seungkwan was aware of your disagreement with your little sister.

The argument stemmed from something insignificant, something you could barely remember in bits and pieces. However, you wanted to patch things up with her and, by extension, with your parents.

"Is that why you're organizing the wedding reception?" 

You wondered why Yeri didn't attack your old childhood crush the way she did you. 

"Nope," you sighed. "Maybe."

In truth, you felt pressured to do something. Ever since the fight with your little sister Minnie, your parents disapprove of all your decisions. You are the only daughter who is neither married or headed towards what they believe is a proper life.

Neither marriage or the more improbable possibility of motherhood were yet on your agenda. To make it clear to your parents, you moved to a big city to study and got a job that doesn't fit what your parents wanted for you, or what the thought was appropriate.

You were the first of the sisters to leave, stronghead, chin held high, proud of having plans of your own but stupid enough to see that you were not that capable to handle what would adulthood would demand from you.

It was one christmas when all fell apart and the cracks in your life decisions started to show. And you reluctantly remember it was your younger sister who pointed it out, driving the knife of your falling out deeper between you.

Seungkwan, ever the great judge of character, read well the energy on the house. He was gently swaying side to side, his motion was barely noticeable, but the baby in his arms had already fallen asleep to it. Yeri placed the side of her head on his shoulder, and he had a hand flatly covering the width of her back.

"I should take her home," you whispered. Your sister lived a few houses over, and you suspected you would find her there.

"Oh, it's alright," he put in quickly with a small frown. "Do you want to talk about the music number for the reception?"

"Yes! I almost forgot," you said embarrassedly. "Sorry, I'm all over the place. So busy with all the things I need to do before Saturday."

The corners of his lips rose slightly. "Tell me when you're available," he shrugged. "I'm pretty much free."

"Can it be tonight?" you blurted too quickly. "I need to have the flower vases ready and my sister now wants to gift her guests souvenirs so I have to get that done too for tomorrow."

When he locked eyes with you, a vague thought told you that you might be oversharing a bit.

"Of course, anything you need," he nodded diligently.

"Oh, don't be like that," you scoffed and wanted to hit his shoulder quickly.

You would've if it weren't for the baby still asleep on his shoulder.

"Like what?" he muttered with a pout.

"People pleaser," you shrugged. "You've always been like that."

He pushed his eyebrows, looking at you with some disbelief at your accusation. "I just want to help."

"Okay, okay. Help is appreciated," you conceded.

You slowly started to feel awkward for your comments and dropped your hands from your hips and thought of something to say.

"We should probably find your sister. I think your niece is drooling on me," he said suddenly and turned to show you the baby's mouth parted and the drool on his t-shirt.

You chuckled. "Follow me."

You stood in front of the large row of refrigerators, revelling at the sight of the cakes shown through the displays. Arranged aesthetically in colors and sizes, a myriad of pastries that for a minute you thought of changing your preferred desert for a strawberry cake.

"One honey cake, please. Oh, and an americano, please," you ordered kindly to the young man behind the register.

You paid and waited for your order at the end of the countertop. The bakery was a jewel you found on one of your past visits and were craving for something sweet. It soon turned into your favorite place to come to whenever you visit your parents.

The walls painted in pastel colors that matched with the chairs surrounding the round white tables. But you sat in a couch and set up your laptop on the coffee table and got to work.

Time slipped by as you cleared your emails, rearranged the itinerary for the reception and checked your checklist. There were a few things left to do before Saturday and you felt like you had little time to get them done.

The bakery's speakers played soft jazz that kept you focused on your tasks while sipping on your coffee and eating the slice honey cake slowly, because it was so good you didn't want to finish it.

You only raised your head from your laptop screen when you heard someone come into the otherwise quiet bakery.

Seungkwan now wore a navy blue jacket over the white t-shirt, his hand deep in one pocket while the other brushed his brown hair back. His eyes zeroed on you as soon as he walked in, and he waved at you.

"I'm not late, am I?" he asked when noticed that you were settled already and halfway through your plate.

"No, not at all. Sorry. I got here earlier because I wanted to do some notes for the itinerary," you explained briefly and pointed with your nose to your plate.

"What are you having?" he asked and looked at the menu displayed on a blackboard on the wall.

"Coffee and a slice of honey cake," you replied and took another spoonful of the desert. "It's really good."

Seungkwan's eyes reverted back to you when he heard you speak with your mouth full. He smiled softly. "I guess I'll get the same."

He went to the counter to order and you secretly watched him with your head lowered to your laptop. He was wearing a bomber jacket that clung to his torso from stuffing his hands so deep into its pockets that stretched the fabric forward.

That left room for anyone with eyes to see the way he was standing, in those washed jeans that hugged his body right around his hips and his round butt.

You almost gagged with a piece of almond from the cake and tore your eyes away from his body and pretended to preoccupy yourself with something on your laptop screen.

He returned some minutes earlier, thankfully the blush in your cheeks had gone away when he sat on the couch next to yours.

"It's been like... five years since I saw you last," he said, as he adjusted on the tight space between the couch and the coffee table where you had placed your laptop.

You pulled the coffee table to you, giving him more space for his long legs.

"Thanks," he muttered.

"No problem," you coughed awkwardly. "Yeah, it's been five years since I left town."

"I remember," he pointed. "It was quite the gossip. Not that I engaged in the conversation, but I was well informed."

He took a spoonful of honey cake to his mouth and his expression changed.

"As best as memory serves, I don't remember you and I being anything more than acquaintances," you quipped, but your tone was flat.

His gaze raised from his plate to find yours. "Well, I never found the courage to talk to you. You were kinda scary, you know."

Your breath coiled in your throat. "No I wasn't," you countered, but sounded really uncertain.

Seungkwan tilted his head to the side. "You really don't know, do you?" he blinked.

"Before you left, when we were younger, you were known as unapproachable, no one dared to talk to you," he sipped his iced coffee and pointed to the cake on his plate with his spoon. "This is really good."

You blinked at him feeling truly obfuscated. "I didn't know," you admitted. And it hurt to know so, since you always believed you were too uninteresting for him.

"In the boys' locker room, weekly stories were told about how you laughed at someone who tried to serenade you, or that other guy who sent you love letters and you corrected his spelling mistakes," he chuckled at that last bit.

You coughed up a laugh too. "That first dude had a terrible voice break, it was kind of hard not to laugh."

"Those were the kind of stories being told about you," he said. "I always thought they were a bit much. You seemed nice, quiet."

Your heart fluttered uneasily at the last words. "You think so?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Boys can be really mean when girls dare say no," he shrugged.

"I guess is a good thing I never knew what they said about me," you pointed with a flat smile. And then quickly changed the subject: "So, what is the plan here?"

Seungkwan raised his eyes as he sipped his coffee. "Plan?"

"When are you planning to sing? At the wedding reception, I mean," you mumbled awkwardly when he caught you looking at his mouth as he chew on some more honey cake.

You shifted in your seat and lifted your hands to tighten the scrunchie holding your hair in a ponytail as you waited.

He swallowed. "The plan was to do it before the banquet, or during if that's not possible," he said. "Or at least that's what your brother in law wants."

"'kay," you said and took a look to the itinerary you crafted. "It is a good idea to do it just before the dinner is served and then the toast."

"I'm assuming you weren't consulted about this," he deduced.

"Nope," you mumbled while you typed on your laptop.

"How does this work? They tell you what they want on their reception and you arrange it all? Or do they help around with a few things?"

"The first one," you replied flatly and ate the last piece of cake on your plate.

"And what do you have to do?" he inquired.

You sighed. "Everything pertaining to the reception, really. Food, flower arrangements, table decoration, the color scheme for everything, hiring services to all of this, and so on. But with all my sister wants to do on the reception, I need to have mostly everything scheduled."

"Sounds stressful," he mentioned.

You paused. "It is," you replied, feeling a bit surprised that he was the first one pointing that out. "I'm kind of liking it though."

"Do you like the stress?" he asked, settling his empty plate beside yours.

"No, god, no," you put in quickly. "The stressful part is dealing with so many requests with so little time, first she wants one thing, then she wants another."

"Maybe that's the best training for this type of job you can have," he said politely, and you understood that he didn't want to pry more into your life.

"Sorry, I was getting carried away," you muttered awkwardly.

He raised his doe eyes to yours. "Don't worry. I just didn't want to say something inappropriate."

"Like what?" you pressed.

He chewed his straw for a few seconds before saying: "Maybe she just wants to rough you up a little, you know, as payback kind of thing for your falling out."

"Oh, absolutely," you said with a chuckle. "But I can't really say anything."

"You should," he sent you a playful look.

You smirked back. "Maybe I should. It's just hard because it's family, and I have a lot to make up for. But enough about my family drama. Tell me about you."

Seungkwan seemed at a loss for words briefly.

"Did you get onto doing your acting career?" you asked, pretending to smooth out some hairs of your ponytail.

"You know about that?" he asked.

"I-, I mean yeah you were always pretty outspoken about it," you mumbled shyly.

"Yeah, I'm working for a theatre company now. And used to part time at a coffee shop until a few days ago," he said as his fingers toyed with the straw of his empty cup.

You realized in that moment that this was the longest you've ever engaged in conversation with him. And you were absolutely absorbed by his little mannerisms, the expression of his face, his little pout.

"Did you quit?"

"Yeah," he breathed and set the cup aside. "Was kind of sick of it. But now I'm hoping I get a role soon so I don't regret it."

"Oh, you'll sure find something," you blurted: "I always thought you were the best on school plays."

The corners of his mouth rose ever so slightly. "Thank you," he said softly. "I never saw you on the audiences."

"I had to be there, you know, for the extra points," you mumbled with a hint of uncertainty on your tone.

"Yeah, I know," he replied, his tone the same as yours.

You cleared your throat, trying to break the sudden tension and tightened your scrunchie.

His eye caught that.

You rose abruptly from your seat. "I'm getting a cookie, do you want something?"

His mouth fell open slightly. "I'm fine, thanks."

You approached the register and bought a chocolate chip cookie, and while you were waiting you glanced over your shoulder, trying to be inconspicuous.

Only to see Seungkwan tearing his gaze from you abruptly and got his phone out from his pocket. You smiled to yourself—for an actor, Seungkwan is pretty bad at pretending he wasn't totally checking you out.

"I think we should get going," you said as you were returning to your seat, and nodded to the staff starting to clean up and readying the place for closing.

The pavement outside the bakery was wet, and you slowly realized that it had rained while you were entranced in your conversation with Seungkwan.

He, in turn, didn't look as surprised as you. "Can I walk you home?"

You paused.

The idea of having Boo Seungkwan walk with you back home was tempting. And you weren't one to say no to something like that. Even though you spent the past hour with him, now you were completely alone.

"Sure, I'd like that."

You adjusted the strap of your laptop bag on your shoulder and walked towards up the street and onto the path that led to your parents' house.

The noise from paper unwrapping drew your attention to Seungkwan's pretty fingers as he took a cough drop to his mouth and noticed your curious eyes.

"Want one?" he offered with a cute smile.

You nodded with your head. "Thanks."

"You are welcome."

You sucked on the honey cough drop. "Do you consume these often?"

"They're more of a guilty pleasure of mine," he explained. "I used to get bad throat sores and found these. Got addicted."

You silently guessed that, in his line of work, Seungkwan's top priority is to condition his body to stay sharp and strong for the stage, and that included his voice too.

"So tell me," you mumbled when the silence got to you. "How did you end up being the musical number at my sister's wedding?"

You were walking through the park, which was the easiest way to your house by foot. It was quiet, except for the soft humming noise from the street lights.

"I had a debt to pay," he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed. "A debt? What do you mean?"

"Your brother in law helped me out of a tight spot once," he muttered softly into the cold air of the night. "I promised him that if he ever needed something, I'd be there."

Your mouth parted in a tiny 'o', wondering what would be the situation your brother in law helped him out of. "So he cashed in that for the wedding?"

He nodded. "Yep. He called me up last week, told me about the song and wanted me to sing it. Also invited me to the wedding, and that's how I got here."

"You'll be at the wedding too," you blurted. "They never tell me these things."

Seungkwan was holding back a playful smile by pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "You don't want me to go?"

He lightly bumped his shoulder into yours and you swear you felt your whole body arouse with a jolt.

"No, no, I do, I mean, you're their guest not mine but, I should know where to sit you," you blurted nervously and pulled your phone from your pocket. "Do you have a plus one?"

"No," he replied shyly. "Did you really not know I would get an invite?"

You scanned the table and guest arrangements and sighed. "No one told me. I guess... I'll sit you on my table."

"You don't have a plus one?" he asked slowly.

You raised your eyes from the phone screen. "Um, no. I don't."

"Huh," he breathed lightly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Where you hoping I did?" you frowned slightly.

"I was kind of hoping you didn't," he replied firmly.

You were both standing on the sidewalk across the street from your house. Seungkwan's eyes read your face silently, awaiting your reply with a smile that slowly rose on his face, as if he enjoyed seeing you stutter, searching for words.

"Why?"

"I want to catch up with you," he replied slowly, his doe eyes triangulated to your lips, then to each of your eyes. "Get closer to you."

"I thought I was 'unapproachable'," you quipped, but your tone sounded breathless and jittery.

"That was when we were kids," he tilted his head to the side.

"What if I haven't changed that much?" you breathed, realizing that Seungkwan had taken a step closer to where you stood.

"Well, time has a funny way of changing things," he said, holding his gaze on you. "It has changed one thing."

"What's that?" you breathed.

Seungkwan was so close that you could see the faint scar on his cheek under the dim streetlights. Your breath hitched almost bashfully when you came to the realization that your old childhood crush might still be so.

"That I finally dare to approach you," he mumbled.

Your breath faltered for a second, and an intense warmth spread across your face.

Then, you felt his fingers pinch your chin ever so slightly.

"You had a cookie crumb," he explained, rubbing his fingers together.

You blinked confusedly, processing his unexpected words. Then when you finally realized it, your hand flew to your mouth to pick up any trace of crumbs.

He smiled softly. "Well, we're here," he nodded to your parents' house.

Light-headed, you turned to see the porch and noticed a large package on the doorstep. "Oh, the flower vases got delivered," you noted with a little jump and crossed the street.

You inspected the large box first, and when you were sure it was the pack of flower vases you ordered you attempted to lift it off the ground.

Only to find out that it was really heavy.

"Need help with that?" he asked, looking at you with an amused expression on his face.

"Um, yeah, please," you said, stepping away from the box.

Seungkwan lifted the box with little to no effort, adjusting it once in his arms.

You guided him to your temporary bedroom, which was the study on the first floor of your parents house. It had no bed, since you were sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor, surrounded by clutter from your unfinished tasks.

Flicking the lightswitch, you showed him where he could lower the heavy box. "Excuse the mess," you mumbled shyly.

"What mess? I don't see any," he said with a grin.

You scoffed. "Shut up," you rolled your eyes. "Thank you."

"For what?" he asked quietly, his gaze trained on you again.

"Helping me carry this," you said, and cleared your throat.

"Anything to help," he shrugged slightly.

"People pleaser," you joked with the ghost of a grin.

Seungkwan shook his head slightly. "No, not people. Just you."

The room stilled.

Seungkwan's big brown eyes were shifty, went from your eyes, to your lips and then to your neck when you held in a breath lightly. Then you noticed that his movements were calculated, almost as if he didn't want to make the wrong move, as if that would break the quietness of the moment.

Then, you were the one to make a move.

His lips were soft against yours, when you pressed against them tentatively, shyly. You gave one small peck and then stepped back but not fully, you were sure you didn't even blink but when you raised your eyes to see him again, he had closed his.

It was sudden, his arm encircled your back and brought you close to him, your chest flush against his. He leaned in his head to yours, and you closed your eyes, feeling his lips pressed on yours again, longer this time.

You heard the softest of sighs come from his mouth, his sweet honeyed breath land on your skin. And then again, his lips touched yours with a gentle peck.

"Kiss me properly," he said softly, but his request was firm, challenging.

You stammered, but didn't have time to talk.

His free hand was already on your chin, were two of his fingers held you gently, angling your face so his lips locked with yours.

Then it was the wetness, the warmth. The sweetness of it all when you parted your lips for his feathery kiss that ended too soon.

"God, I've been wanting to do that for so long," he whispered, not releasing his hold, not stepping back to see you.

Your heart skipped a beat.

"Se-seungkwan," you whispered back. "My parents are upstairs."

"I know," he replied quietly and then frowned.

You were breathing softly on his face, trying with all your might not to hyperventilate. The silence so deafening that it made your bones still, you were pretty sure that Seungkwan was trying not to break the silence too.

"We can keep it quiet," you said, your eyes shifting to his.

Seungkwan stifled a smile. "What are you suggesting?"

Your mouth parted and you were about to say something truly indecent. You must be losing your mind, something inside you said.

"Keep kissing me," you finally replied, pulling your head to see his face again. "Please."

His expressive eyes smiled softly, his hand still on your chin holding you gently before dipping his head to meet your lips with his in a sweet, wet kiss. Your lips parted for him and you were already holding back a moan the way it set your whole body ablaze, desperately craving for more.

When you finally found some will to command your body, your hands made their way to the back of his neck and you felt his soft brown hair, one hand on his nape and the other on cupped his cheek, feeling with your fingers his soft skin, the cut of his jawline.

His hand on your chin moved to your waist, clutching you before the one circling your back pressed you tighter against him. He landed a small peck on your lips before starting a trail of kisses on the apple of your cheek.

"Are you going to be quiet?" he asked softly on your ear.

"Y-yeah," you replied quickly with a whisper. "Why?"

"Can I kiss your neck?" he asked tentatively, his hand left your waist and cupped your face.

Flustered to the point of insanity, you nodded with your head eagerly.

There was no smiles, no hint of mockery in his eyes, he seemed determined in what he wanted.

And he wanted you.

"If you make a single noise, we stop," he conditioned, leaning his head forward to lock his doe eyes with yours.

"'kay," you breathed, your whole body tingling with anticipation.

He was only about to kiss your neck, but he must've read how touch starved you actually were.

Because when he leaned in, your head was already tilting to the side for him. The hand cupping your cheek held you angled for him and you felt your skin prickle the second his lips reached the soft skin under the lobe of your ear.

Your mouth parted involuntarily, releasing a brief sigh. Eyelids fluttering as his lips trailed down on the crook of your neck. Your hands found support on his shoulders, fingers curling on the fabric of his jacket.

Somehow the hand that was pressed flatly on your lower back had travelled down ever so slightly, one of his fingertips landed below the hem of your sweater and found your bare skin. The contact was so minimal, but it still had your brain losing all focus to the sensation of his skin against yours like that.

His wet kisses went down all the crook of your neck, to were the neckline of your sweater didn't allow him to proceed any further so he went back to kiss your lips.

Your bodies had already started to speak to each other, because you moved your head back upright and received his slow, passionate kiss eagerly.

But then he was the one to draw back first, he pulled his head back, looking at your eyes with a dark calmness that you slowly realized it was lust.

"We have to stop," he declared.

But he didn't attempt to move away, didn't tear his hands off of your body, not even his gaze from yours. Almost as if he were waiting for you.

"Please don't," you replied, reading his face. "I don't want to stop."

"Your parents are upstairs," he insisted so quietly that you were sure no one but you heard him.

"We can be quiet," you suggested with an innocent tone.

The corners of his mouth rose ever so slightly. "You know we're never gonna live this down if we get caught like this."

You moved your hands down from his shoulders to the middle of his chest, where you could feel his heartbeat thumping frantically.

"We better not get caught then," you breathed, darting a look up his big doe eyes.

His mouth parted slightly as his eyes read your face with disbelief.

Then he reached out to the wall behind you, then you heard the soft click of the lightswitch and the lights went out.

Your heart lurched in a mixture of anticipation and excitement. Feeling like a teenager doing something prohibited, as if danger loomed in the air but you were all too drawn to it.

"Can I take this off?" he asked softly, the hand on your lower back grabbed your sweater with his fingers.

"Yes," you sighed. "Please."

You finally broke away from his body but only to help him take your sweater off, exposing your torso in the dimness of the room. The only source of light now came from the translucent curtains that let the moonlight filtrate through.

Seungkwan seemed torn between looking at your eyes and your tits, still covered by the pretty floral bra you wore.

"God, this is insane," he breathed with a sigh, appearing to be letting go of what little control he had. "Come here."

His arms circled your back and he was again on your lips, kissing you fiercely now. His tongue swiped a line on your lower lip, demanding access to your mouth which you gave willingly with a soft breath, his hand pressed on your back gently.

Seungkwan stepped forward, his arms unwrapping your body so his hands could clutch your bare waist, the movement of his body pushed you back, making you stagger backwards and onto the desk.

"You're gonna be quiet, right pretty?" he asked softly as his hand travelled up the line of your back to unclasp your bra blindly.

You nodded silently and your hands moved to strip him of his navy blue jacket.

He successfully removed the straps of your bra from your shoulders, uncovering your tits fully for his view.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he sighed through a small smile.

His hands rested on the desk behind you, each on the sides of your body. You took his hands and guided them on your tits and you bit your lip hard the second you felt his touch on you.

You looked down where his pretty hands started kneading your breasts, a moan coiling on your throat when he used his thumbs to press on your nipples and them around before dipping his head to kiss you again chastely on your lips.

His hands stopped kneading and teasing your tits and you felt them again, tugging the button of your pants lose.

"You must be so tired from all the work you're being put through," he pushed his forehead against yours before giving you another feathery kiss on your lips. "I want to make you feel good," he whispered. "Let me."

You nodded, afraid of what the sound of your voice would be.

His fingers hooked on the hem of your pants, dragging them down and you kicked them aside on the floor. His lips returned to yours to give you hot, wet kisses as his hands cupped your ass, making you nearly moan in his mouth.

Your hands clenched on the shoulders of his t-shirt when his hands squeezed your ass. He wasn't harsh, nor gentle. It was a generous squeeze, much as if he'd been wanting to do that for a while now.

Seungkwan was completely dressed, whereas you only wore the panties that would soon be his next target. But he stopped kissing you on your lips, lading a soft peck on the corner of your mouth before saying.

"I want to taste you," he whispered, pushing the tip of his nose to yours gently. "Can I?"

"Yes, please, Kwannie," you breathed, nodding with your head.

The ghost of a smile adorned his face. "Be quiet, pretty."

You wondered how he would do it, if you had to sit on the desk behind you or lie down on the floor for him.

But Seungkwan got on his knees before you, making your heart lurch when he lifted his lust-filled eyes to yours and he bit his lower lip gently with a sigh.

God, he's so hot. You thought in that moment.

His pretty fingers hooked on the band of your panties to bring them down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, for him to toss them aside with your jeans.

Then he motioned your leg up with one hand, which he placed on his shoulder. You gripped the desk behind you when his lips touched your thigh, a shudder invading you almost violently as he made a trail to your mound.

You let your eyes close when his lips reached your mound, pressing softly on your sensitive and needy skin. The hand holding your leg on his shoulder helped angling your thigh so he could have more access to your pussy.

Your head dropped back, losing all grip on sanity when his tongue swiped a line between your pussy lips, tasting you fully. The hand that wasn't on your thigh clutched your hip gently before pushing you to the desk.

With some clumsiness, you understood that Seungkwan was motioning you to sit on top of the desk behind you and you did, splaying your legs open for him.

Then his mouth was back on your cunt, his tongue gave a generous stroke between your folds, tasting you with a soft sigh that you felt on your skin. Licking with his tongue at the sweet taste of your arousal to then glide from your folds to your clit.

He teased your clit with the pointed tip of his tongue, flicking at it a few times, to then swirl around it in figure eight motions and stuck to that when he felt your muscles clench, your legs tensing up around his head.

Your breath hitched when you saw him wrap his mouth around your clit, your hand snapping to the side of his head, when he started to suck and tease your swollen bud with his tongue, your fingers tangling with the soft locks of his brown hair.

The tension was too much, the need to scream out had you clamping your mouth shut with your hand, coming undone suddenly, almost brutally on his mouth, your hand clenching on his hair, body trembling on the desk erratically.

Seungkwan kissed your mound, your thighs and grazed them with his teeth tenderly as you came down from your high. Your fingers brushed his hair back gently as he did so, darting a look at you that made your walls flutter.

Your hand fell at your side when he got to his feet cleaning the corners of his mouth with his thumb.

"You're okay, pretty?" he asked, pressing his lips on yours.

"Amazing," you breathed and blinked slowly.

He smirked and pressed his lips on your forehead. "I have to get going now," he whispered.

"Bu-but what about you?" you whined, your voice no more than a whisper.

"I'm alright," he said, shaking his head lightly.

Your hand sneaked on his pants, finding the bulge of his hard cock. "Sure you don't want help with that?"

A low moan coiled in his throat and he pushed his forehead on yours. "I don't want you to get in trouble," he breathed. "Besides, I don't have a condom."

"We're not getting in trouble," you insisted with an innocent smile. "And I'm on birth control, Kwannie. Please?"

He stilled for a second. Torn between saying no and considering your insane proposition. The stillness in his house hadn't been disrupted yet, but the danger still loomed on you, like a sentient being waiting to get its claws on you both.

You leaned in to kiss him, but he backed away slightly, making you chase his lips teasingly.

"Sure you want to do this?" he asked, his fingers grazing your chin softly.

"I'm sure," you breathed on his lips. "I want you."

Gently, his lips locked on yours and you tasted yourself on his tongue when it met with yours. Your hand travelled from the middle of his chest down his abdomen, where you felt his muscles clench slightly at your touch.

"How bad do you want me?" he asked, leaning towards you on the desk.

"So bad," you whispered. "I need you. I really need to feel you, Kwannie."

His eyes fell to your lips and then travelled back up. "I like you calling me that, baby."

A shiver travelled down your spine and it might have been noticeable because Seungkwan smiled before kissing you softly to muffle the sounds your mouth would make when his fingers found your mound, trailing a light line down and between your pussy lips.

"Seungkwan, w-what–," you breathed when his two middle fingers dipped in your wet cunt, slowly sinking inside your tight gummy walls.

"Shh, I have to get you ready for me, baby," he explained.

The sight of his hand in between your legs almost had you whimpering, his fingers pulling out only to sink back inside. You bit your lip when his long digits curled inside your walls, stretching them open expertly.

His mouth parted a little, searching the sweet spot that would make you flinch, his eyes trained on your face. "Do you like this, pretty?" he whispered after seeing the telling expression on your face.

You nodded and gulped hard.

"There?" he breathed.

You nodded again, clenching your teeth.

The corner of his mouth stretched in a small grin. "You're so beautiful," he sighed. "I want you to see you cum, can you do that?"

You closed your eyes and nodded yet again and relaxed your body, focusing on your sweet release.

"Let go, then," he whispered. "I want to feel your pretty pussy squeezing my fingers."

Your hand found his shoulder to hold onto as you came again, your walls cramping around his long fingers erratically, and then, you exhaled softly through your nose, your eyes closed so tight that you started to see colors.

"Juuust like that," he breathed. "That's right, it feels good, don't it?"

You weakly opened your eyes to find his mesmerized face, his lips stretching slowly in a satisfied smile. A shudder invaded you when he pulled his fingers out.

"Open up," he whispered, bringing up his fingers to your mouth.

You opened your mouth took his fingers in, licking them clean of your arousal as you locked eyes with him. A fascinated look took on the features of his face when he withdrew his fingers from your lips with a soft smacking sound.

"Fuck," he breathed, leaning to kiss you chastely on your lips. "You're so hot, you have no idea."

You smiled on his lips as you tried to the best of your ability to undress him, starting with his t-shirt.

"I can't–," he whispered and then refrained. "Just the t-shirt, okay? In case I need to run."

You laughed silently. "Okay, mister," you replied impishly and took his t-shirt off. Revealing his lean torso, his beautiful skin.

With will on their own, your fingers travelled on the soft lines that marked his abdomen and stopped to undo the button of his jeans. You dragged his pants and briefs down slightly, only to get a glimpse of the soft v line. You swallowed thickly as your hand pushed the stretchy fabric of his briefs further down, revealing his fully hard cock.

You darted a quick look up his eyes, which were trained on your face already. "It's big," you breathed and shook your head slightly. "You're big."

Seungkwan tilted his head to the side a bit. "It's not that big, I think it's average."

The girth of his cock could fit properly in your hand when you grabbed it to pump it a few times, caressing the soft and veiny skin of his shaft up his pinkish cockhead, where the palm of your hand got smeared with the precum gathering on his slit.

He stifled a laugh when you sent him a doubtful look. "You're thinking it won't fit, or why are you looking at me like that?" he whispered gruffly, grazing his lips with yours.

"I know it won't," you replied in between his delicate kisses.

"Mm, I don't know, you might be exaggerating," he purred playfully. "Or maybe you're trying to back out. Which is just fine, baby. If that's what you want."

"No, I'm not backing out," you breathed, feeling challenged now.

Seungkwan laughed so softly that it made your insides churn. "Don't worry, I got you," he replied in the same manner as you. "You can ask me to stop if it's too much."

"Seungkwan," you breathed impatiently.

"Mm?"

"Just fuck me," you replied, the hands that rested on his sides travelled down his lower back and cupped his round butt, pulling him closer to your spread legs.

Seungkwan moved one hand to grab your hip, while the other guided his cock, only to tease you some more with a satisfied grin on his face when he glided his cockhead down your folds. You squirmed silently, darting a look down between your legs and back up to his eyes.

The hand on your hip tightened his grip slightly when he nudged his bulbous head in your wet entrance. Your breath hitched and Seungkwan instantly crushed his mouth on yours, muffling a whimpering noise as his thick cock started pushing in your walls with one slow thrust.

You felt your muscles go rigid from the slight twinge of the stretch. Holding onto him, your hands still firmly parked on his butt and only switched one of them to his back when he dragged his cock back and pushed it back in to his hilt.

"God," he breathed in your mouth. "You feel good."

You wished you could reply that he also felt good. In fact, it was the best you felt in a while. The warmth, the softness of his touch and the sweetness of his words.

Also the way his body seemed to fit perfectly with yours. His hands adjusted you to the edge of the desk and held you there for him to angle your legs wider as his hips connected fully with yours, stuffing his cock to the hilt inside you with a soft sigh.

He started thrusting slowly, as if he wanted you to first adjust to the size of him, his eyes trained on you to gather every single expression that your face made.

"Is this okay?" he asked when he pushed his hips flush against yours, his cock hitting deeper.

"Fuck, yes," you breathed. "Right there, please, please."

Seungkwan smiled softly, the tip of his tongue sliding on his lower lip in an expression of focus. His hands holding you in place started kneading your flesh, as if he were containing a desperate need to fuck you faster.

"Fuck, honey. You're not getting away with this," he said with a strain to his low voice. "We're gonna have to repeat this. In a place where I can fuck you hard, and you can be as loud as you want."

You muffled a whimper biting your lower lip and nodded with your head excitedly.

He smirked and one eyebrow quirked up. "You want that, pretty?"

"Yes," you breathed lewdly. "Yes, Kwannie."

He gave you a satisfied smile and your heart jumped wildy in your chest.

You released a sigh through clenched teeth as he fucked you with a steady pace, his eyes shifting between your eyes and lips, then to your naked body and you could notice the lust in his heavy-lidded eyes.

"I bet you are really stressed out from taking on so much pressure, baby," he moaned softly on your lips in between kisses. "Let me take some of that stress off."

Your breath hitched and you felt your walls flutter around his cock under the effect of his words. And you wondered for a second if he knew that you were loving it.

But you were too consumed by the need to moan, so you hid your face against the warm crook of his neck and nibbled with your teeth on his soft skin, trying not to scream out in pleasure.

At that, his hips stuttered. "Fuck," he muttered softly.

A hand grabbed you by your ponytail and yanked you from his neck as his thrusts picked up the pace, but still weren't as fast as you needed them, and he probably wasn't going faster to avoid making noise.

A moan bubbled in your mouth, unable to utter anything because your neck was stirred to the point that you couldn't even swallow properly.

"Behave," he stressed. "Can't be doing that tonight, pretty."

You were unable to even muster a simple nod. So you swallowed thickly and your hands moved to his shoulders, completely subdued by his deep slow thrusts, his hand clutching your hip, the other immobilizing you by your hair.

He dipped his head, taking the advantage of your craned neck to pepper it with tender kisses, his lips trailing from underneath your jaw to your throat, as he thrusted slowly inside you.

A thought crossed your mind—what would the scene look like. Completely dark, dead quiet. You wholly naked and sitting on top of the desk, legs open wide for Seungkwan, who was fucking you hard and deep, each thrust paced slowly, much as if he didn't want to rush it.

Seungkwan let go of your ponytail gently, his hand travelling down to cup your cheek. "Feeling good?" he asked with a strained whisper.

"Perfect," you replied. "You feel so good."

He nodded and locked his lips with yours, to then begin a trail of kisses to your cheek and stopped in your ear.

"I'm close," he whispered. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No, no, please," you replied in the same manner. "Can you do it inside of me?"

"Sure, pretty?" he kissed the lobe of your ear when you nodded desperately. "But I want you to cum one more time for me."

"I don't think I can, Kwannie," you breathed.

"Yes you can," he countered. "You've been so good for me, honey. I know you can do it again."

Your jaw trembled slightly. "Kwannie..."

"Do you want me to help you?" he asked softly, sneaking a hand where your bodies joined.

And then you felt the pad of his thumb pressing on your clit, as he started rubbing gently in circles.

Your hands held onto his shoulders tightly as your body started to shake and convulse on the desk, tension building up your body, making your teeth clench and your breath hitch.

"That's right baby, see?" he whispered. "I told you you could do it."

You arched your back, head hanged back as you were consumed by your third orgasm, falling deep in a haze of lust and fascination over the man fucking you so good that almost made you forget your own name, forget where you were.

He rode your high until he was certain that you came down, when you lifted your head and opened your eyes to see him. That's when he removed his hand from your mound and took your hips with both, only to hold you firmly in place.

"Fuck, honey," he breathed, shuddering slightly. "I'm there."

Then he started plunging his cock deeper with slow thrusts, making his head bump once with yours and you cupped the back of his head, and he pressed his forehead to yours.

"I'm cumming," he whispered and his swollen lips parted, his breath quivered slightly before he made himself stop breathing to not make a noise.

His hips slammed sloppily against yours and thanks to the position your bodies where in, you felt him come. You felt his cock throbbing inside your walls, spilling his cum deep inside you. And the telling look on Seungkwan's face, his eyelids fluttering, the tip of his tongue hanging slightly over the corner of his lips.

You encircled your arms around his neck when his thrusts ceased, the hands that held onto your hips clenched and relaxed repeatedly, as if he were trying to regain focus.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

You nodded.

He released a shaky breath. "I'm pulling out, ready?"

You looked down as his hips retracted from yours, pulling out his cock, fully wet with his and your cum. A shudder shook your bones and you had to suppress a sigh of pleasure.

Seungkwan fixed his pants swiftly, but his hands returned to your thighs to give them a squeeze. "I have to go," he said reluctantly, and he paused. "I want you to have a warm shower and go straight to bed, okay?"

You stifled a laugh. "Okay, mister."

"I'm serious," he leaned in to give you a delicate kiss on your lips. "No more working for tonight."

In that moment, you were swept by a strange feeling, akin to being understood and seen. However, instead of it offering you some clarity, it left you deeply enthralled and craving for more.

"Okay," you replied.

Seungkwan appeared to be considering something for a long second, his face broke into a shy smile before saying: "Can I have your number?"

✾ a/n: hi hi hi there!! first of all, i want to thank the nonnie who requested a seungkwan fic, i hope you know you haven't left my noggin since that day, and i hope you liked this! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡

i tried to get this out by seungkwan's 26 bday, so i sincerely apologize if there's any embarrassing mistakes or continuity errors, please ignore them 🥺

if you liked this, please let me know? i'd appreciate a reblog, a comment, like, my ask box is always open, don't be shy!

thanks again to 🍊— nonnie! i hope you're doing fine and that you liked this! hehe ♡︎

→ also thanks to @cvntrlseecvntrlvee who kept my seungkwan brainrot alive with seungkwan thirst edits 👀

I ALSO WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I AM SO SO EXCITED TO READ THIS SERIES! i've literally started outlining when nonnie suggested a seungkwan fic and have had so much fun planning and writing!!

k, that's it. happy belated boo day! 🍊

toodles

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౨ৎ voicemails choi seungcheol leaves you while he’s on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: baby, darling)

...one: hey darling! we just arrived at the hotel. i called right after we landed but you didn't answer and then jeonghan reminded me that we’re in completely different time zones. i feel like a total idiot for forgetting about it. good thing you didn't answer though, i hope you have the sweetest dreams. anyway, call me in the morning when you wake up. i love you

...two: the bed felt so cold last night. fuck, it’s been only a day and i miss you like crazy already

...three: i think the kids are sick of me. they say i keep talking about you but (laughs) how could i not? how was your day though? what did you do today? did eat something good for dinner?

...four: that photo of you and kkuma you sent me earlier. (pause) it made my whole day. i immediately set it as my wallpaper. (sigh)

...five: i hate cuddling these goddamn pillows, i want you back in my arms baby

...six: oh my god, yesterday was so much fun! mingyu and dino took me out to drink, and we ended up in the shittiest street ever, and like, there were so many people staring at us weirdly. i know we’re good looking, but come on. then mingyu started to get scared, which started to freak dino out too (laugs). and then i started to get scared too. but then we discovered the best bar ever. i can't wait to tell you all about it

...seven: i saw it’s raining back home. i put an umbrella in your bag before i left because you always forget to bring it with you, and make sure to dress well. go over to my place and take some of my hoodies and coats, and i don't want to hear any complaints

...eight: i miss you

...nine: i should’ve brought a bigger suitcase with me, i swear i have so many gifts for you

...ten: i wish you could be here with me. (pause) i love you

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muahahhah now we wait

+ posting, after breaking up w/ svt hhu (texts)

warnings : haha angst… lowkey toxic but it’s for the plot

pairing : hhu!seventeen x fem!reader;

choi seungcheol :

jeon wonwoo :

kim mingyu :

chwe vernon :

thinking of doing this with all units. gotta love me some angst ˙ᵕ˙

please request texts or fake texts, would be more than happy to provide! reblogs, likes, comments are all appreciated deeply, ILY!

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・ hi!! ive used tumblr before and loveee reading all the seventeen writers on here :,) i tried posting on another account, but realized i was shadowed banned, therefore i made this blog!

・ive been a carat for a whileeeee, and have seen my baby boys thrice. i bias dokyeom and wonwoo.. so let’s say im a lil unhinged (⬆️🔑 ot13)

・ other than being a carat, im also an army/nctizen. might just have to write for them one day

・ im in my last year of college, and am lowkey on the verge of taking a gap year :,)

・ im wasian, half white and half filipino. surprisingly, i have never been to the philippines but am dying to💕💕 my tagalog is very rusty but ive always wanted to attempt a tagalog piece

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