An Au Where I Stop Sunwoo From Doing Y/n Fan Service

an au where i stop sunwoo from doing y/n fan service

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[ 14:03 ] fluff

“Are you sure you dont wanna come in?” Your voice was almost drowned out by the rain hitting the umbrella that barely covers the both of you. Thankfully, there's not much distance between the both of you (because you are struggling to stand under one umbrella after all), so he hears your words.

“If I come in,” Kevin takes a pause, gulping in between sentences. "I wouldn't be going out anytime soon." He finishes, giving you a teasing smile, eyes crinkling in a playful manner.

“Yeah, sure. It's raining pretty hard right now so you won't be able to go home soon if you do.” You put a hand outside of the umbrella, feeling the lightly ticklish feeling of the raindrops hitting your palm.

“Yeah, but that's not the only thing that will keep me long in there, though.” He wiggles his eyebrows at the innuendo, smile now turning into a cheeky grin. Although, it quickly disappears when he winces as you lightly slap his chest.

“One last kiss before i go?” He pushes his lips out in a pout, bringing a finger on the hand that wasn't holding the umbrella up to his lips. You roll your eyes at him, but lean in to press a kiss to his lips anyway.

Apparently, Kevin wasn't satisfied with only a peck. As you go to pull away, he slides his free hand around your waist, pulling your body close to his. A noise of surprise rises from the back of your throat, before you decide to relax, closing your eyes and moving your lips in sync with his.

His other hand lets go of the umbrella handle, going up to cup your cheek in his hand. As if purely on instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his body even closer to yours and deepening the kiss.

You can't seem to hear the sounds of the pitter-patter sounds of the rain hitting the ground and your now forgotten umbrella as your heartbeat rang loudly in your ear, nor do you seem to care about the rain wetting your body as you both stayed there, getting lost in each other's lips.

Your body felt warm despite the cold rain water hitting your skin, and your lips curl up into a smile inbetween kisses, his plump ones following into one almost immediately.

You both pull away after running out of breath, but stayed in that position. Kevin gives you a wide, cheeky grin. A warm feeling bubbles up in your chest and you let out a giggle before you could hold it back.

Though as soon as you open your mouth, you regret it, face scrunching up into a grimace as the unpleasant taste of the rainwater hits your tongue, spreading through your tastebuds. He seems to see your expression because he lets out a loud, boisterous laugh and pinches your nose affectionately.

“So,” he starts, wide grin not fainting from his face. “...does the offer of coming in still stand?”

“I mean,” you shrug. “As long as you promise to keep me warm with cuddles, it still stands.” You give him a cheeky grin as you finish.

His hand wipes a raindrop resting on your cheek, before going down to meet his other hand on your waist hugging you close and pressing his forehead against yours. “Deal.” his voice drips with honey as he says that and you could feel your heart beating fast, as if you're falling in love with him all over again.

“Although, I know plenty of other things we could do to keep us warm, though.”

“Kevin!”

istg sunwoo does things to me i need help

st. fratty’s day

❝ this just in: the universe hated your guts and the luck of the irish apparently did not apply to you. ❞

PAIRING ▸ kim sunwoo x fem!reader (ft. eric sohn)

GENRES ▸ college au, frat boy au 

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity, drinking, suggestive scenes, implied smut

SUMMARY ▸ all you wanted was to win your bet with chanhee so that you could have his nintendo switch. you didn’t plan on getting caught up with your ex-fling who got his car towed while he was hooking up with you in the back seat.

WORD COUNT ▸ 1694 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this was supposed to be an eric drabble what happened

ST. PATRICK’S DAY ALMOST ALWAYS RUINED YOUR SEMESTER.

Not only did the frats and sororities at your college throw a St. Fratty’s Day event every year, but it also consistently fell on the day before your midterms. Anyone as academically driven as you were would have just blown off the event, but you always ended up being peer-pressured into attending. With the number of times you’ve been screwed over, one would think that you would’ve learned your lesson by now. However, your invincibility complex always kicked in at the last second and made you think you could get away with anything.

That was, of course, far from the truth.

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but can you imagine changmin giving his shy little smile and giggling 😭

[ 20:49 ] fluff, drunk changmin, cliffhanger

“How much did you drink?”

Your sighing voice was almost drowned out by the loud, constant giggling from beside you. Changmin, apparently very drunk just responds with a louder laugh, you scrunching your nose from the smell of alcohol that escapes his mouth when he does.

Your hand that wasn't holding his arm that was currently slinged over your shoulder for support grasps at the door handle to his apartment, pulling it down to open it. The creaking sound of the door fills the empty apartment, the hallways light seeping through the gap of the door.

You step into the apartment, grumbling at his whole body weight leaning on you as you pull him in with you. You flicked the light switch that was located near his front door, Changmin complaining as the sudden lighting blinds his eyes (and yours) momentarily.

You continue to tug at him further into his apartment, immediately heading for the couch and lying his body on it. You exhale a tired huff, bringing a hand up to your shoulder and massaging it in fatigue as you roll it repeatedly to hopefully get rid of the tension.

“y/n,” Changmin whines, cutting the silence of the room. you raise your eyebrows in question and let out an attentive hum in reply, urging him to continue.

“You know you're very pretty, right?” his sentence trails off into a chuckle, his hand reaching out to grab yours, squeezing it affectionately.

“What the hell are you saying?” You counter, rolling your eyes despite your face that was heating up rapidly and your fingers that intertwined with his slender ones.

“Just the truth.” He giggles out again, his grip on your hand getting tighter as he turns to his side, coming face to face with your interlaced hands. “You're really like a dream, the sweetest dream ever.” Your heart skips a beat at that, tilting your head in confusion when he just stares at your hand, his doe eyes still glazed over from the alcohol.

“Changmin?” You call out in curiosity. He was quiet when he brings your hand up close to his face, and then proceed to lightly press his lips to the back of your hand in a short motion. You gasp loudly at the feeling, face now feeling like fire, pulling your hand away from him abruptly like it was on fire and putting it close to your chest as you rub the spot with your other hand.

“What are you doing!?” You exclaim, and his lips pull into a wide, lazy smile again, eyes still dazed but now filled with playfulness and adoration.

“Just something I wanted to do for a long time.” He answers, turning on his back again, eyes closing but the playful smile still paints his face.

“You wanna know one more thing I've always wanted to do for the longest time?”

Everything that happens after that feels like a flash of lightning, it was so fast you could barely process what happened, let alone what you're feeling.

His fingers wrap around your forearm, and an embarrassing yelp breaks out of your throat as he yanks all your body weight down. Kneeled on the ground, your face was now hovering very closely to his. The smile was now gone from his face, replaced by a serious expression, his now open eyes blink purposely at you.

Then, Changmin presses his lips to yours briefly, moving them once, but pulls away soon enough that you couldn't kiss him back. The corners of his lips curl up again in a smile when he pulls away, dimples sinking in process. You stare back at him in shock, seeing his gaze sparkle with adoration and affection. His cheeks were lightly flushed, and you don't think alcohol was the only reason it was tinted pink.

His hand rises up again to your face, gentle and careful fingers tucking a strand of hair that was framing your face behind your ear as he gives you a cheeky grin.

“If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake up.” With that, his hand falls limply from your ear. You were still frozen in shock, bringing a hand up to your lips, the sensation of his soft lips on yours still lingering enough to make your heart race faster and your whole body warm. You stare at his now closed eyes, soft snores escaping his slightly open lips and his body relaxes as sleep takes him in.

“Huh?”