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muahahhah now we wait

i miss my boyfriend 😞

first GAM3 BO1 of the year 🎮

hi hi hi i'm @hannieween

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

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

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

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“In Thailand💚”

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

backstage series | lee seokmin (M) [ongoing]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

chocolate | guilty pleasures series | b.sk

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

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

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

→ part i – other fics

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

› nsfw tags under the cut

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

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

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

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

part ii — chocolate

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

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

Might be? 

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

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

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

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

Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why couldn't you just keep running? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think?" he echoed and laughed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now who's blackmailing," you quipped. 

"So you admit to it," he chuckled. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up," you sighed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head almost absentmindedly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" you asked in a confused tone. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me neither," you shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" 

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

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

He clicked his tongue and snorted a laugh. 

"I mean it!" you laughed too. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me neither, honestly," you admitted. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"See? It's not fair," he insisted. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He responded immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi again," you cooed happily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I'll–," you started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, you wanted to touch him. You thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked up to the older man. Hanbin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And did you give it to him?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He was."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were down bad, so bad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm all ears."

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

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

✾ a/n: heyooooo

it's finally here! omg it took me forever to post this ＞︿＜ i kinda been laying back a little on posting one fic after another and took a long break. i'm so sorry for keeping everyone waiting!

ALSO thank you to everyone who interacted with part 1!! yall are so so lovely i wish i could hug everyone of you 🥺💓

honestly if u ask me i am a firm believer in soft dom kwannie, but some of you guys made me see the hard dom kwannie vision and i see it! i hope this chapter lives up to the expectations hahah

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

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

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

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⚬ pairing: mingyu x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 54K (grab ur popcorn) ⚬ warnings: alcohol, drinking ⚬ genres: SLOWBURN, back and forth PINING, angst, summer romance, spice/nsfw mentions and smut, eventual friends to lovers, brief high school!au, fluff, slight love triangle, lots of teasing/flirting.

✧✎ synopsis: when you graduate high school, you realize you’re not really going to miss anyone, apart from a cute boy who doesn’t even remember your name. five years later, after accepting an offer to pass the summer at a friend’s lake house, he’s standing right in front of you. the universe doesn’t give second chances very often. you’re not going to let the honey boy slip away twice. 

✧✎ a/n: MY LONGEST FIC YET. i did think abt uploading this as a series, but this feels like something which should be uploaded all at once. i actually did include “chapters” so that it’s easier to find the spot where you left off! ALSO, pls do not feel obligated to read this entire thing! if halfway through you’re like “this isn’t for me” then feel free to step away. i understand perfectly well that it can be difficult to stick with long stories, especially if the plot doesn’t grab us. that is natural and i don’t want anyone feeling guilty abt it. i also included some oc’s which i rarely do, but i thought it might further submerse the reader. thnk you sm for being patient!! 

*! i’ve been made aware that there are certain terms which can be used to sexualize and or exotify those with tanned skin, such as the term ‘honey boy’ itself. this is absolutely not my intention nor is kmg sexualized for his skin tone in this story– however, regardless of intent, it’s important to acknowledge the real consequences these terms can have on poc! it is definitely something to keep in mind for those of us whose fanfic includes artists/oc’s of colour. !*

some final notes:

⇢ here is this fic’s inspo playlist  ⇢ smut chapter is marked so it can be skipped ⇢ taglist included in final author’s note ⇢ i rly hope u guys enjoy it!

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