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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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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.

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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

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✾ 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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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?".

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HAPPY COMEBACK DAY!!!!

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