SOONYOUNG MY BABY

SOONYOUNG MY BABY🤧🤧🤧🤌

Make it Make Sense [Part 2]

pairings: soonyoung x fem!reader, mild wonwoo x fem!reader

(ft. Jihoon and Seungkwan, some other made up characters who just happen to have similar names to Kpop idols if it shows up)

synopsis: you’re hopelessly in love with your roommate and best friend, wonwoo, yet you’re fucking his least favorite person, kwon soonyoung? make it make sense.

genre/warnings: explicit smut (minors DNI!!), unprotected sex but not really cuz it wasn't "real", cowgirl, creampie, exhibitionism(?), male masturbation, wonwoo has many horny thoughts, soonyoung is kinda possessive, nudity, hickeys, suggestive touching in public, use of profanity, vomit, period stains, mentions of food, fluff, angst, fwb, one-sided pining, SO MUCH jealousy, unedited because im still shy

wc: ~6k oops-

a/n: thank you all so much for your feedback on the first drabble 😭😭😭 tbh, i was shocked to see it so well received since this really isn't my realm of writing 🥺 i hope you all enjoy this next part just as much! jeon wonwoo is fricking filthy 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 As always, I would love to hear your thots thoughts. A special thanks to @sleeplessdawn for helping make wonwoo's character much spicier 😉😘 thank you for always supporting me!! filthy or not 😂

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It was never Wonwoo’s intent to overhear your muffled moans this late at night. 

The walls of your shared apartment were thin. His soundproof gaming headset did well to conceal the sounds of whatever was going on your side of the apartment, but the moment he took them off after his fifteenth round of Sudden Attack, he heard things that perhaps he shouldn’t have heard from his best friend. Your whimpering, his moans, muffled what he presumed to be praises, the occasional knock of the bed frame against the wall. Wonwoo knew it wasn’t right because it was you and admittedly he was embarrassed, but . . . it made him hard. 

His breath hitched in his throat as he felt his dick twitch in his shorts, flexing his abdomen in an attempt to control his erection. All the layers of briefs and shorts covering his member were  starting to feel rather tight. Wonwoo refused to look down, keeping his eyes trained on his desktop screen, the menu of the game blinking in front of him and reflecting off his spectacles. This was so messed up, getting high to the sounds of you having sex. It’s not that Wonwoo didn’t expect you to do such things – you were human and had your own needs too. However, this was the first time you’ve ever brought anyone home in the five years of the two of you living together. It was sinful to know you sounded heavenly. 

Suddenly, a shriek of satisfaction echoed through the empty hallways, riveting off Wonwoo’s bedroom walls. It was followed by a low chuckle that presumably belonged to your partner. 

“Fuck,” Wonwoo grumbled as he felt it twitch yet again – more intensely this time. He keeled forward, his hands flying to cup his dick. This was getting unbearable – he had to do something about it. Just as he was getting up out of his gamer chair, a soft warble from his computer sounded, indicating a new message on his Discord. 

$Coups: Another round?

Wonderful timing – truly, Choi Seungcheol. 

nowonwoo: Nah – tired. 

$Coups: k - night. 

Carelessly ripping off his headset and throwing it haphazardly onto his chair, Wonwoo quickly closed his browser and stumbled towards his bed. He flopped onto his bed, reaching into his shorts to relieve his member of all the restraints. A shaky sigh escaping his lips, he squeezed his eyes shut as he gingerly wrapped his hand around his phallus, in fear of the tactile stimulation being too much that he would scream and you would hear him. He started moving his hand from the middle of his shaft to the base, then slowly up towards the tip. It’s been a while since he’s masturbated, but the terrain was familiar, recognizing each ridge of his veins pulsing against his own touch. Precum dripped from his opening, sliding down the sides of his tip as he brushed his thumb over it. He used it as a lube to smoothen the return to the base. 

It was then when he heard another series of soft groans – probably the both of yours this time. Eager to get to his high, Wonwoo quickened his hand moving, the sound of his hand rubbing his slick all over his member filling the room. Feeling his own grunt bubbling from his chest, he clamped his forearm over his lips, harshly biting into the material of his sweater. 

Yet this wasn’t enough. 

It was as if he was a kid reaching for a pint of ice cream, where he had grown enough, but not enough for him to pull it from the shelf. 

Wonwoo needed more. 

This whole time, he had stopped himself from thinking about you. He could listen to you (not that he had a choice), but he refused to see you in his imagination. Instead, he tried thinking about the last few times he slept with his ex-girlfriend, Jiyoung, though they weren’t together anymore. It didn’t work, however, Wonwoo knowing well any feelings for the girl ended with their relationship; not to mention he was the one who broke it off. 

Hence, he let his mind wander to you. As he ran his hand up and down, he pictured it being your velvet walls hugging his cock. Thighs straddled on either side of his hips, you pulled back up, clenching your pussy around him, as if to squeeze out all the cum left in his body, and then sank down on him, sucking him in whole. With his tip at the hilt, your hips swiveled in a circular motion, not letting him go. Perhaps, he’d let his hand reach up to your perfect tits, squeezing them tight before letting them glide over your shoulder, down your biceps and towards your forearm, where he’d let his hands slip into yours, gently caressing them before bringing your left hand to his lips and planting a soft, lingering kiss on the small semicolon tattoo on your wrist. Your walls fluttered around him as his feathery touch. Your ass still bouncing off his balls, you reached down to kiss him, your lips working against each other in a forbidden dance, the two of you exchanging soft sighs. The mix of your sweet breaths so close to his face, they fogged his glasses. You giggled at the sight of him in his bleary spectacles, the gentle tinkle of it tickling something in his chest, eliciting a low, rumbling chortle from him too. His hands on your waist, he rubbed soothing circles into your hip bone as he guided you along his dick, your walls fluttering around him. 

“Cum inside of me,” he wanted you to say just as his dick twitched against your g-spot, making you whimper and heave forward, breasts hanging in his face. 

And so he did. 

Well, he would if this scenario was actually real. 

Hot, sticky cream covering his hands and soiling his shorts, Wonwoo let his arm fall from his mouth, the sleeve of his sweater stained with saliva in the shape of his bite. He slowly peeled his eyes open, being met with the sight of his cracked ceiling instead of your pretty eyes hanging above him. He drew his sticky hands away as his dick fell limp. Pressing his lips into a tight line, the guilt and shame of getting off the thought of you having sex with him began filling his insides. His stomach churned as did his chest, heat speckling his cheeks. Carelessly, he wiped his hand off on his bedsheets, just wondering what the fuck he just did. 

You have been Wonwoo’s best friend since middle school. 

The same girl with the two braids and braces that offered him, the then new student, Teddy Grahams on his first day smack in the middle of the year. 

The same girl who in high school cried into his shoulder, tears, snot, and all, because she was embarrassed about walking around all day with a period stain on her white shorts. 

The same girl who he cleaned vomit off her face after her first frat party in university when Kim Mingyu made her drink too much. 

He didn’t have feelings for you, but why was it easier to get off at the thought of you? Let alone, having it be so vulgar.

Perhaps it was because you were right across the hall, having sex too. 

Yeah. 

That was probably it. 

Sitting up from his bed, curiosity struck: With whom?

He made his way to the bathroom to clean off, grabbing a fresh pair of briefs and shorts on his way, the question weighing heavy on his mind. 

You weren’t dating anyone right now, neither were you interested in anyone – Wonwoo would be the first to know.

Hands on the light switch, he stopped in his tracks, a new, infectious thought invading his mind. 

It wasn’t him . . . ?

Right?

Not him – ever. 

No – it couldn’t be. 

It was just a rumor, Wonwoo knew you knew better than to engage in any sort of activity with Kwon Soonyoung.

At a gathering with your mutual friends at the bar a few months ago, in his drunken dazed, Wonwoo had overheard Hyejin talking to Seungkwan and Jihoon about it. 

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Seungkwan had shook his head, his face twisted at the bitter drink he just sipped. “They’re like . . . night and day.”

Hyejin clicked her teeth. “I disagree – on the surface, they seem different, but if you think about it, they actually kind of make sense? They both got that no-in-between kind of personality: they’re either running at 100 miles per hour or laying on the couch eating potato chips.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t mean they’re like,” Seungkwan grimaced at the thought, “Sexually compatible?” he waved off the girl, “She’s rough, but she’s the committed type.”

“You never know,” Hyejin sang, “I saw what I saw – that man looked like he got a little something-something walking out of the bathroom, and Y/N’s hair was definitely messed up. Also, don’t you think it’s weird? Neither Y/N or Soonyoung are here tonight either.”

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, and turned to Jihoon. “What do you think? You live with Soonyoung – is Y/N and him smashing?”

Jihoon let out a brisk ‘tsk,’ shoving his friend’s by the forehead with his two fingers. “Can we change the subject? I don’t want to have the image of my two friends having sex engrained in my brain for the rest of the night. Besides, so what if they are? They’re grown adults!”

At the time, Wonwoo didn’t think much of it, but now with what he just heard from your room, the possibility was hitting too close to home. Looking back as well, Hyejin’s suspicions were seemingly more and more believable. Your (and Soonyoung’s) prolonged absences at get-togethers, the nights you’d never come home – it was starting to become too real for his liking. Obviously as your best friend, he needed to know – now. 

It’s why he found himself knocking at your door asking for you to open up. 

“Can I come in?” he asked. 

Another silence, then a beat. 

He gulped down the lump in his throat, raising his hand to knock again. 

The lock to your door clicked and he saw the brass knob start to turn slowly. Finally, your head peeking through the crack.

Wonwoo put his arm down and greeted you with a wide smile – the one where he his nostrils flared ever so slightly, his nose ridge crinkling, and because he claimed his eye muscles were attached to his nose muscles, eyes disappeared into crescents. 

Yeah – that killer one. 

“Hey,” you blinked at him, half your body hiding behind the door. You noticed how his attention wasn’t on you, but rather the space behind you. His eyes peered over your shoulder, searching the bed for another figure, only to see it empty with your covers tossed over the foot of the bed. 

Was your fuck buddy hiding?

“What are you looking at?” you asked him bluntly, though your voice was small. 

Wonwoo’s gaze returned back to your form, adjusting his glasses. 

“Nothing,” he quickly replied. You noticed how his eyes flickered to another part of your room. You felt your heart racing in your chest, wondering if he heard and was now looking for your partner in crime – you didn’t think you and Soonyoung were that loud. 

Wonwoo’s soft chortle interrupted your anxious musing. “That’s where that shirt went.”

“Huh?” 

Wonwoo pointed at your t-shirt, half of Kakashi’s head showing from behind the door. It appeared oversized on your form, the hem skimming over your mid-thigh. 

“Oh,” you acknowledged softly, pinching it by the shoulders, “Yeah – uh, laundry day. My pajamas are still in the washer. Sorry.”

Wonwoo you waved you off. “No, no – it’s fine. It . . . looks good on you – cute.”

“T-thanks?” you tilted your head in confusion. He’s never called you ‘cute’ before. 

The two of you stood there awkwardly, waiting for the other to speak. Silence had never been quite this loud. 

“D-did you need something?” you finally peeped. 

Wonwoo froze. 

Fuck – he didn’t plan this far out. What was he supposed to tell you? Hey, I heard you fucking and got off to your moans, and was just wondering if you were fucking Soonyoung because I heard a rumor?

Yeah, like the truth would fly. 

He faked a cough into his fist and cleared his throat heavily, a strained grin to follow. 

“I . . . uh, was gaming,” Wonwoo stuttered, pointing back towards his room, “And . . . m-my phone died.”

“You were playing games on your phone?” your brows knitted together. You knew Wonwoo played video games, but not on his phone – he was classier than that, opting for a fancier operating system. 

“N-no,” Wonwoo waved you off, “I just . . . forgot to charge it and found it dead when I was done.”

Your lips formed a small ‘o’, nodding at the final explanation. 

“Can I borrow your charger?” he scratched the back of his neck. “I lost mine.” (no he didn't - it was sitting where he always put it on his nightstand.)

“Sure,” you nodded once. You turned to walk back into the depths of your room. Wonwoo was about to take a step inside to follow in suit when you abruptly stopped in your stride just as your hand was slipping off the door handle. “Wait.”

Wonwoo let out a soft hum in confusion, his intestines twisting at your hesitancy. 

“It’s not in here,” you told him, "I left it in the living room." You pointed in the general direction of your charger. You quickly shooed him out and scurried after him. He peeked over his shoulder, noting the way his t-shirt was slipping up your thigh. If you bent over just right, he might –

What the fuck was wrong with him? 

You were his best friend for fucks sake – he shouldn’t be provoked by you like this. 

Wonwoo shook the thought from his head, you already pushing past him and walking down the hallway. He jogged after you, opting to stay in the entrance of the hallway, waiting for you while you searched. Even if he did want to see you slip ass, he couldn’t because your charger was behind the couch, the old damn ugly brown thing blocking his view. You were quick to run back and hand him the charger, your hands returning to behind your back after, as you peered up at him, wide and innocently, as if you weren’t just moaning like a porn star earlier. 

“Thanks,” Wonwoo lifted it up in his hand, the corner of his lips twitched up. 

“Course,” you returned his smile.

Wonwoo stared at you a while longer, admiring the way the moonlight slipping through the slits of the blinds highlighted your facial features. His eyes trailed down your neck to the strait of your collarbone, a faint purple mark blooming, peeking from underneath the collar of the t-shirt –

Wait what?

 “You should go to sleep,” you piped up. You reached up to rustle his hair, chuckling as Wonwoo swatted at your hand. The hickey disappeared under his t-shirt at your sudden movement. “It’s going to be a long day at the amusement park tomorrow – wouldn’t want you falling asleep on the roller coaster.”

Right. 

The amusement park. 

Your friends, mostly on Seungkwan’s insistence, were visiting the amusement park tomorrow. This also meant Soonyoung would be in attendance. For your sake, Wonwoo suppressed his annoyance at the thought. 

“Point taken,” Wonwoo nodded. Much to your surprise, he reached over to run his hand across your cheek, his hand lingering too long, opting to settle and cup your chin. “Good night, Y/N.”

With one final brush of his thumb, his eyes searched for something in yours, though you weren’t quite sure for what. Wonwoo gave you yet another small smile, the moonlight sending you a wink in the reflection of his glasses before stalking off to his bedroom. Even after he had shut the door, you were still standing there, your mind racing at the ghost of his touch, caressing your cheek and teasing your chin, etching itself into the long files of things that Jeon Wonwoo did that made your heart flutter. As best friends, physical affection was no stranger to the two of you, but this felt different. You loved Wonwoo because he was familiar and comfortable; but the light tease of your chin and the subtle curve of his pink lips sent electricity down your spine. 

“Hey,” another voice called out to you softly.

You looked up, your line of sight being met with Soonyoung’s bare chest. Why he hadn’t put on his shirt yet, you didn’t know. However, it was Soonyoung and his behaviors weren’t always to be questioned. It was simply a Soonyoung thing. 

It was now his turn to smile at you, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. A glint of desperation and melancholy swam in his irises. Soonyoung extended out a hand to you, silently begging you to take it. 

Much to his relief, you did. 

You gave his palm a gentle squeeze, your free hand coming up to stroke his tanned forearm. It was simultaneously comforting and reassuring, yet exciting as it set a tingling sensation up his arms, making his heart skip a beat at your touch. It was as if the magic of the night was never interrupted and your touch was reassuring him that despite the other man in the apartment, you were his for the evening. 

Quietly, Soonyoung closed the door to your bedroom, making a point to turn the lock, so Wonwoo couldn’t barge in. He was about to loosen his grip on your hand, letting you return to your bed to sleep while he slipped out, when your other hand trailed down, placing it over his. 

“Stay,” you whispered.

His eyes widened ten-fold, not believing his ears.

“W-what?” Soonyoung blubbered. 

“Sleep with me?” you re-phrased your request, “At least for a little bit and then you can go before Wonwoo wakes.”

The mention of the latter’s name chipped at his heart a little bit. Nonetheless, Soonyoung noted this was the first time you've asked him to stay over. 

“A-are you sure?” Soonyoung asked nervously. He was quite utterly confused at how just moments ago you were with Wonwoo, your self-proclaimed love of your life, suddenly asking to sleep with him again.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “Why wouldn’t I be?” you kneaded soft circles into the back of his hand. “Cuddling with you is . . . a nice thought.”

Soonyoung chortled at your suddenly shy demeanor. “On one condition.”

You hummed curiously. 

Soonyoung slipped his hand out of yours, moving them to smooth over your thighs, slipping underneath your shirt to hold your bare hips. He pulled your flush against him, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. 

“You can’t wear that shirt to sleep with me,” Soonyoung whispered. He was there hiding behind your door the whole time – he heard everything loud and clear. 

“You . . . want me to sleep naked?” you asked. 

“No,” he chuckled, shaking his head back and forth, his nose nudging cutely against yours. He placed a light peck on your nose. “Wear mine instead.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back, but this only made him want to pull you closer to him. “Why does it matter, Kwon Soonyoung?”

He shrugged, “If you cuddle me, you wear my clothes – not his.”

“Fine,” you agreed, knowing there was no use in arguing with him. 

Soonyoung placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before trailing his hands up higher – agonizingly slow. His touch was tantalizing and intoxicating, dream-like, if you will. You could fall asleep right there and then. You lifted your arms, allowing him to slip Wonwoo’s shirt off from the armpits. Soonyoung stripped you nude in one stroke, dropping the shirt on the floor without a care. He took a few steps back, allowing himself to drink in your naked form. Your hands flew up to cover your chest and core, heat coloring the tips of your ears. Clearly, it wasn’t the first time that Soonyoung had seen you vulnerable and bare, but you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under his studious gaze. 

“Baby,” Soonyoung cooed, a smirk gracing his face. He whipped off his white t-shirt slung around his shoulder and shook it out as he approached you. “There’s no need to be shy around me,” he continued, slipping his shirt over your head. As he helped you place your arms through the correct openings, he leaned down near your ear, quickly nipping at the lobe, whispering, “I’ve seen it all – and more. You’re beautiful.”

You refused to let him know how flattered you were at his comment, opting to purse your lips and remain silent instead. When the shirt was securely on, you took him by the hand again and led him to your bed, taking your place on the left and him on the right. Wherever you slept, this is how you always arranged yourselves – there was no reason for it, it was just how you worked. 

Turning your back to him, you tucked your hands in the space between your cheek and the pillow. Instantly, you felt Soonyoung’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling himself closer and closer to you, until your back was flushed against his chest. You let one hand slip out and intertwine with his, holding it close to the space between your breasts. His other hand brushed soothingly against your ribs. His breath tickling your baby hairs, Soonyoung gave you one last kiss on the crown of your head before tucking it underneath his chin. And as if you weren’t close enough already, he threw his leg over yours as a finishing touch. 

Sex was great, but it was the little moments like this that Soonyoung cherished most. Even if it was fleeting, he was happily yours, and you were happily his. In the depths of the night where everyone else was asleep (except maybe that cockblock, Wonwoo), his love for you was well and alive – even if you couldn’t quite see it yet. 

 . . . .

Since the day Jihoon introduced you to him, Soonyoung has been enamored by you.

You were funny without trying too hard. Your dry humor was hard for some to swallow, but it made jungle juice spurt out his nose (true story, bro). Some would say your eye makeup was heavy, but he thought it highlighted your features just right. Seungkwan always berated you for wearing such dark colors, but Soonyoung thought it complimented your complexion. Your image was dark and loud, but your personality was bright and quiet. 

You were an enigma and Kwon Soonyoung was hungry to know more. 

Unfortunately, he never could because of your best friend: Wonwoo. The man who you were attached to the hip with, even when he had another woman in his arms. It was clear from the beginning that Wonwoo didn’t like Soonyoung. Wonwoo didn’t seem to hate Soonyoung per se, but there was a clear dislike. Their personalities were on opposite ends of the spectrum: Soonyoung loud and extroverted, Wonwoo quiet and introverted. Whereas, Soonyoung preferred letting loose at crowded social events, Wonwoo opted for more personable and sizable spaces. Soonyoung chased after excitement, spontaneity, and passion, jumping from job to job, hoping to find the perfect fit, whereas Wonwoo liked stability, committing to one thing to the end, even if it drained his soul a little – he could always find happiness elsewhere. From the way Wonwoo always cut their conversations short, avoided spending time alone with Soonyoung at all cost, and watched him suspiciously from afar, that was enough for anyone to know that Wonwoo didn’t really like him. Being his best friend, those limitations extended to you by default – at least when Wonwoo was around. 

Hence, like he did before the two of you started your special arrangement, in public, Soonyoung always ended up admiring you from afar – he’d get the occasional hold of your hand when you passed by if he was lucky. Today at the amusement park, it was no exception. Dressed in your pleated black leather skirt that twirled prettily whenever you turned around, Soonyoung couldn’t help but keep his eyes off of you. Underneath your matching leather jacket, all you wore was a tight, strapless white cropped top that highlighted your boobs so well. Especially looking like you had just stepped out of a fashion magazine, of course, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy watching you all pressed up against Wonwoo during roller coaster rides and cutely playing with his hands while the two of you ate ice cream at the rusted metal bench when you got too tired to join the others. It made Soonyoung’s blood boil watching Wonwoo whisper sweet nothings in your ear, your musical laughter echoing across the park at his probably not funny jokes. The two of you acted like a couple when everyone knew you weren’t. 

It should be Soonyoung doing those things with you, not Wonwoo. 

“Quit staring before everyone else figures out what’s going on,” Jihoon scolded from beside him. Jihoon threw a haphazard glance in yours and Wonwoo’s direction in the gift shop. He scoffed at the way you threw your head back, laughing at Wonwoo trying on different cheaply made, but overpriced sunglasses. The latter seemed equally amused. 

Soonyoung let out a heavy sigh and tore his eyes away, pretending to busy himself with the stuffed animals on the wall. 

“I mean it, you know?” Jihoon muttered, his eyes flickered around to ensure there was no one around to hear him. Being Soonyoung’s roommate, Jihoon was well-aware of your arrangement with him, constantly being begged to leave their apartment empty so Soonyoung could fuck you into oblivion – rather too frequently recently. 

Soonyoung hummed in reply. 

“People are starting to ask questions,” Jihoon explained, “The other day, even Seungkwan asked if you were interested in Y/N – said you look at her funny with stupid googly eyes and shit.”

“And if I do?” Soonyoung challenged nervously. 

“Don’t,” Jihoon warned, knowing where this was going. 

Soonyoung glanced up, catching Jihoon’s hardened gaze. “Look – I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay? Even if you are dicking her down every other night, she’s clearly head over heels for Jeon,” Jihoon pointed back at you and Wonwoo, then at Soonyoung, letting his finger sink into the into the dip in between his chest. “It’s only going to get messy if you fight for his spot in her life.”

Soonyoung looked down at his shoes. He knew Jihoon was right – it was just casual sex between friends after all and Wonwoo was irreplaceable. To wish for something more was ridiculous, but the thought of you being his exclusively had grown like weeds in a perfectly trimmed lawn: bothersome, waiting to be torn out, but reluctant to be removed by the preoccupied owner, its roots diving deeper into the ground day by day.

However, Soonyoung also knew, from personal experience, for any relationship to work, the feelings had to be mutual. 

You wanted Wonwoo, but did Wonwoo want you? 

. . . .

“I can’t believe you actually bought those,” you crossed your arms over your chest as you and Wonwoo tumbled out of the gift shop.

Wonwoo pushed up the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. The outer tips winged out like those glasses grandmother's wore, the rim made of cheap red plastic. You weren't even sure the darkened lenses were UV ray proof with how much you could see through them. 

"I look great, I don't know what you're talking about," Wonwoo teased, cocking an eyebrow at you. His cool demeanor broke easily, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he tugged off the sunglasses.

You rolled your eyes at him. "A waste of twelve dollars if you ask me," you shook your head, changing the subject. "I'm going to the bathroom while the others are still inside," you started backing away.

Wonwoo nodded, waving you off, watching you walk towards the wooden stalls until your back turned to him. He glanced down at his sunglasses, lifting it up to his face and squinting through the lenses, scoffing and wondering why he did actually buy them. It's not like he'd wear them after the amusement park today. You were right, a total waste of his twelve dollars, but it was an impulsive purchase. The sight of you laughing at him was priceless and worth the loss. When the two of you were together, laughter was inevitable, but today it seemed even more special. Something inside of him was growing, blooming – it made him nervous, but it made him giddy and he liked it, hoping to keep the feeling alive a while longer. 

"Wonwoo?" someone called from afar. He looked up from his sunglasses thinking it was you –  a fast trip to the bathroom.

But it wasn't you.

"Wonwoo!" Dahyun giggled, waving him over. Wonwoo's hold on the sunglasses stuttered, the plastic nearly slipping out of his hand and cracking onto the pavement as he walked over. Quickly, he stuffed the trinket in his pants pocket, collecting his nerves. Dahyun was a close colleague from his office, but he wasn’t used to people seeing him out of his work persona. 

"H-hey Dahyun," he greeted the pretty blonde.

She bounced happily on the balls of her feet. "It is you!” she said as Wonwoo approached. “What are you doing here?"

"Just hanging out with friends," Wonwoo replied plainly. He caught sight of the two women behind her and a man behind her; he assumed they were her friends. "You?"

"Me too," she giggled girlishly. She pointed at her friends behind, “That’s my sister Chaeyoung and her fiance, Seokjin, and my friend, Nica.”

Wonwoo nodded, giving them all a wave which they happily returned. He failed to notice the hopeful glow in Dahyun’s eyes as she watched him. Her palms were sweaty as she gripped the canvas strap of her sporty crossbody that slung over her chest. Dahyun slowly inching closer and closer to Wonwoo as their conversation continued.

“What are those?” Dahyun gestured to the red plastic peeking out from his jean pocket. 

His eyes followed her finger. “Oh? Uh, these?” He fished them out to show her. 

Dahyun stifled a chuckle. “Very . . . fashionable, Wonwoo, never would’ve taken you to like that . . . style.” 

Wonwoo scratched the back of his head and chuckled half-heartedly, the red sunglasses suddenly not feeling very fun anymore. “Expect the unexpected, I guess?”

To any bystander, this was a scene straight out of a rom-com: a couple meeting for the first time in the beginning, one pining over the oblivious other, awkward, but inexplicably adorable. 

Unfortunately, despite all the people at the amusement park today, you had to be the witness of that rom-com-esque interaction. 

It was as if the dark asphalt had cemented around your Doc Martens, keeping you stuck in the pavement, unable to move. Your limbs suddenly felt heavy, your breathing becoming uneven as you watched Wonwoo talk animatedly with the pretty blonde in the baby pink tennis dress that, you might note, accentuated her assets rather well. His occasional deep chuckle was too loud in your ears, no longer seemingly pleasant and provocative as you once confessed to him, and the girl’s constantly bouncing on the toes of her feet made you dizzy. 

You knew it was stupid to feel this way: Wonwoo wasn’t yours and you weren’t his; you had no right to feel jealous, let alone, he was just talking to someone who happened to be very attractive – it really could be just that, nothing more, nothing less. However, knowing his history, Wonwoo wasn’t someone to stay on the market for long before someone else who wasn’t you always swept him away. Wonwoo had been a little tense since breaking up with Jiyoung last month, and for the first time in a while, you had seen him let loose and enjoy himself. Today had been good – fun, where you didn’t have to worry about offending him with your constant teasing, or about overstepping your boundaries with Wonwoo because he was with another girl. It felt like it once did in your early university days when you both were still single and carefree. Nothing like the time Wonwoo dated Jiyoung and you had to watch your every move. You fell into old patterns, resting your head on his shoulder, playing with his fingers out of boredom, and him wrapping his hands around your waist when he laughed too hard. You were a fool for letting yourself be hopeful and believe perhaps this day would be the day he’d finally see you more than just a best friend.

Soonyoung, having emerged from the gift shop just moments after your departure from the bathroom, saw it all. His eyes flickered from Wonwoo and the blonde, then you anxiously standing from afar. His heart sank, knowing what just was going through your mind and the fear and insecurity the scene playing before you was instilling. Though it made Soonyoung bitter and angry for Wonwoo to be so ignorant and blind to your pining, his heart ached more seeing you suddenly so defeated. Your hands clenched and unclenched, pulling at the sleeves of your leather jacket. Your footing stuttered two steps forward, then three steps back, your brows furrowing together and pressing your lips into a tight line as another thought crossed your mind. Ultimately, you decided to turn around, walking speedily in the opposite direction instead, your hair flying away from your face at the makeshift breeze. You were too far away to see, but Soonyoung could sense tears were coming. 

Without a second thought, all that Jihoon had warned him quickly forgotten, Soonyoung bolted in your direction. You were too preoccupied to notice him chasing after you. Within seconds, his body crashed into you, almost knocking you over. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, and buried his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent. You were wearing that lavender-scented lotion he liked so much – it made him dizzy. Lovesick. 

You had stopped in your tracks, refusing to turn around to see who it was, squeezing your eyes tight as you always did when you were with him.

You had wished it to be Wonwoo, but you knew better than to fool yourself. 

Soonyoung’s hands slithered down your front, stopping when they reached your groin, bunching up your skirt in his fists. A soft breeze passed through your legs, eliciting a shudder from you, warmth suddenly starting to pool at your core. Immediately your hands flew up, coming up to grasp his hands. You tried to pry them off, but he didn’t relent, his fists only seemingly tightening more. As if to help you relax, Soonyoung planted a feathery peck on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You shuddered as he let his lips linger, gently brushing them back and forth along your smooth skin.

“Hey,” Soonyoung greeted you softly. 

“Soonyoung,” you said, your voice clearly strained, “Not here.”

Soonyoung wanted to comfort you, ask you if you were alright and reassure you that you were unmatched compared to any girl that has ever strutted Wonwoo’s way. He wanted to tell you, you were beautiful and deserved to be loved by someone who saw you. 

However, that wasn’t how you and Soonyoung worked. Those words were quick to die on his tongue, nervous that they would make you run away from him too. Not knowing what else to say or do, Soonyoung opted for doing what he knew best.

“Let’s get out of here then?” he whispered in a low, enticing voice. 

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For the domestic prompt list, the baby proofing / cover the edge of the table one with cheol, please! 💖

Word count: 717

Pairing: cheol x reader

Prompt: covering the sharp part of the table when they pass so they don’t hit their hip

Cheol looked over his shoulder at you from the stove as you walked into the kitchen, smile growing on his face at your sleepy eyes and rumpled pajamas. The smile froze and became a grimace as time slowed down and he leapt forward on agile, practiced feet, just barely shoving his hand between your hip and the sharp edge of the counter before you banged into it. He swears his blood pressure has gone up since you started dating. You have a certain... lack of spatial awareness, to put it nicely. 

When you first got together, he'd noticed you flinching every time he squeezed your hip or your elbow or your waist, which was one of his favorite boyfriend privileges.

Cheol thought you might just be a bit self conscious, or maybe you weren't into casual touching, or maybe you weren't into casual touching when it was him. He worried, for a little bit, that the last one was the case, and stopped all of his little touches so abruptly that you even asked him about it, asked if you did something wrong.

He'd tripped over his own feet rushing to explain himself; it hadn't occurred to him for even a second that you'd blame yourself, and he was near desperate in his attempt to set the record straight. 

“Baby, baby, no! You didn’t do anything wrong, I just- I realized you winced whenever I would pinch or squeeze you somewhere, especially your hips, and I thought you didn’t like it so I stopped,” Cheol explains, hands resting gently on your shoulders and eyes brimming with apologies. 

You’d looked confused though, like you hadn’t expected that response, and he tracks your eyes as they move up and to the side before you tug down one side of your pajama shorts and poke at your hip. 

An annoyed, pained sound leaves your lips, and now Cheol is the one confused. You poke at the same spot again, hissing this time, and Cheol is quick to grab your hands in his and pull them to his chest. 

“Babe, why’d you do it again if it hurt the first time?” He sighs with just a touch of exasperation. 

“I wanted to be sure,” You respond defensively, shoulders rising with your brows, “Sometimes bruises just appear on me and I don’t know where they come from, or that they’re even there until someone touches them. I don’t really touch my own hips that much, and I didn’t even realize I was flinching until you told me just now,” a shrug finishes off your sentence, your mouth scrunching to the side as if to say ‘what can be done.’

It wasn’t until after Cheol moved in with you that he figured out where the bruises were coming from, and what exactly could be done about them. Just in the first week, he’d heard you bump into the counter with a swear three times, explaining the hip bruises. In the first month, you ran into the edge of your tall dresser seven times, explaining the tender spots on your waist. In the first year, he lost count of how many times you hit your elbow on door frames and the fridge and the shower wall and other random hard surfaces. 

So Cheol started shadowing you around the house when he could, sliding his hand around your hip before it could knock into the counter, pulling you gently to the side before you walked right into the dresser, cupping his fingers over your elbows before they impacted literally anything in the house. He got better and better as time went on, predicting and preventing your clumsiness with near perfect accuracy, and got to indulge in his little touches both during and after his interventions. 

However, he also learned that you can be unpredictable sometimes and you’ll always (unintentionally) find a way to bang into something, as evidenced by the way he just had to launch himself across the kitchen to stop you from slamming into the counter.

Cheol can’t say he minds though, he likes being able to protect you in these little ways, and he especially likes the bashful smile you send him every time he puts his hands on you, whether it’s to stop you from getting hurt or to feel you up. 

Now if he could just figure out how to stop you from stubbing your toes, he’d be golden. 

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warnings ➣ husband!mingyu, afab!reader. him pounding you from behind, switching positions, hair pulling, an actual breeding kink, ass-smacking. | use of pet names, use of swear words, a little fluff, almost getting caught by your child… oh and also read at your own risk. mature content ahead!

"harder! please don't stop, baby!" you cried out as your husband mingyu pulled on your hair, rutting into you from behind at a fast and rough pace while his grunts and groans filled your ears.

he watched as your ass bounced off his hips "yeah? like that?" he said mockingly. you gasped, feeling his cock enter you all the way, filling up your hole “i-i can barely take it - aah!” his hand collided with your ass “you can baby, you took it before” he responded before slowing down his pace which confused you until you felt him beginning to pound his hips into you.

your mouth fell open as your hands gripped the sheets as hard as they could “mingyu! fuck please have mercy!” you breathed out, looking back at him who was chuckling at your words.

“i can feel you in my stomach” you whined and gasped. he pulled your hair back further making you look up at the ceiling.

you tugged down on your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes closed “fuck, you’re so warm and wet, baby!” he grunted between his clenched teeth.

“oh my god!” you whined, pushing yourself back on him. you felt his other hand wrap around the front of your throat, gripping it tightly but not too tight. mingyu came into your view with a smirk on his face as his other hand let go of your hair.

the empty room was filled with moans, groans, panting and skin clapping that was loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

his hand smacked ass at least 5 times and you squeezed your eyes closed, releasing a throaty moan “fuck! yes!” you managed to get out.

soon you both heard a pair of tiny feet and a small knock on the door. your eyes went wide along with mingyu’s. “mommy?” the voice called out making you gulp and mingyu let go of your throat so you could answer “yes sweetie?” you called out.

mingyu continued to thrust himself into you which made you look back at him and he just grinned at you. “can you read to me?” your daughter asks “of course, sweetheart, i’ll be there in a bit!” you choked up.

once heard her walk away from the door, you let out the loudest whine “she could’ve heard us!” you scolded mingyu and he shrugged “but she didn't, did she?” he teased which made you roll your eyes “plus i already told you to stay quiet before we started!” he grunted, giving your ass another smack.

“shut it and just finish fucking me” you hugged and his eyebrow raised “fine” was all he said before ramming into you at a quicker pace, filling the room with louder noises of skin clapping.

“fucking hell, mingyu! i’m gonna cum!” you warned, gripping the sheets tighter as the euphoric feeling filled your veins. his eyes darted to the action between your sweaty bodies, seeing a ring of youe arousal at the base of his cock. mingyu tilted his head back, enjoying the way your tight and wet walls feels around his cock which is what made him lose it.

“gonna breed your fucking hole baby” he grunted out “i’m gonna fill you up so good!” was all he said before flipping you over which earned a noise from you. now you were on your back with your legs open and he was still buried inside you, fucking you as rough and hard as he good.

he placed his hands on your hips, digging his nails into your skin. louder whimpers fell from your mouth once he switched angles which had you gripping onto his biceps that you were clinging onto.

“min-mingyu!” was all you managed to get out before your orgasm hit you. your eyes were rolled back, toes curled and head moved back.

his rough thrusts continued until his white warm strings of cum filled you up to the brim and that made you let out a pornographic moan “fuck” mingyu breathed out, stopping his hips completely.

he moved slowly into you, helping you both through your highs until your body reacted to it.

you both heard tiny feet again followed by a small knock which made you quickly cover up “yes, hon?” you called out, still catching up with your breath.

the door opened this time revealing your daughter lil who had one of her stuffed animals in her hand along with a pouty look on her face “what’s wrong?” you asked frowning at her face in confusion “i can’t sleep” she spoke up with a little sadness in her voice.

“why not? what’s going on?” mingyu asked and she shrugged her shoulders. you then reached down and picked up your robe from the floor that he previously took off of you and put it back on….in bed mhm before getting out of it “c'mon” you said to your daughter as you walked towards her about to reach for her hand until you felt a stream of mingyu’s cum dripping down your leg which made your eyes widen once again.

“daddy’s going to take you to bed okay?” was all you said before moving down to give her a forehead kiss.

mingyu raised an eyebrow and you showed him the left behind wet line, and he let out a chuckle and you glared at him before walking into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

he reached down towards his ankles and pulled up the sweatpants he still had on before getting out of bed, sighing.

“let's read that bedtime story, okay?” he asked and lil nodded her head with a smile plastered on her face “okay let’s go”

after the 5th chapter of her favorite book, lil was fast asleep with soft purrs coming from her. mingyu smiled at the sight before getting up from the chair he was sitting on by the bed and leaning over to plant a small kiss on her forehead.

after, he left her room and went back into your shared bedroom and closed the door behind him. he looked up to see you fast asleep.

he tiptoed over towards the bed and pulled the covers back and climbed into it carefully so he wouldn’t wake you up.

mingyu wrapped his arm around your waist, spooning you from behind and placed a small peck on your shoulder.

“night baby” you mumbled out and he smiled a little.

“night, honey”

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“ on love, friendship, and jane austen ”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   SYNOPSIS.  yn and hansol. hansol and yn. the inseparable duo. one name cannot come without immediately being followed by the other. a friendship that has stood the test of time. yn falls in love more times than they could count. hansol has stood by their side through every single one of those times. yn loves quoting jane austen. and hansol? well, hansol loves yn. 

PAIRING.  vernon x gn!reader

GENRES.  university au, fluff, angst, childhood friends to ???, pining, yearning, so much pining- i am so sorry.

CONTAINS.  swearing, food + alcohol mentions, and a bunch of out of context austen quotes.

MENTIONS OF / FEATURING.  mingyu, minghao, chan, seungkwan, soonyoung, and jihoon. 

WC.  4.3k

A/N.  yes, i saw netflix’s persuasion. yes, it made the austen lover in me cry (in the worst way). yes, i wrote this to cope. 

i. persuasion

“I am half agony, half hope,” you groan, plopping yourself down on the bean bag next to Hansol’s. There’s a pout etched onto your face, soon covered by one of the pillows that adorned the his bed. 

Hansol paid no attention to your muffled screams, eyes still trained on the flat screen TV in front of him. His fingers moved frantically on the controller in his hands, blocking out your sounds of agony with the upbeat 8-bit melody of whatever fighting game he chose to procrastinate from packing for university. 

Which of course, pissed you off. 

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