The two of you hadn’t been dating long — about seven months into your relationship, and you were taking it slow – usually soft kisses and cuddling. Lately, though, the two of you had been going a teensy bit further. Gentle, sensual kisses turned into heavy makeout sessions that left you breathless and aching for more than just dry humping.

Soonyoung held back, as he wanted to ease you into the relationship with a person like him. Even though you knew what you were getting into, he still felt bad that he couldn’t take you out on proper dates out in the city without being spotted. He wanted to show you off, show how pretty his girl was to the world. But you were fine with hanging around in your apartment, spending time with him when you could.

“Jagiyaa? Are you home?” He called out for you when he entered your apartment. He closed the front door behind him before taking off his shoes and coat. He had just come home to see you after getting off from the studio early.

He looked all over the apartment and couldn’t find you, until he saw a sticky note stuck to the fridge door.

‘I’ll be back in a few minutes, I’m at the convenience store getting some ramyeon :)) xo’

Soonyoung read the note and hummed before heading towards the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. He then returned to the living room to wait for you, your cat meowing softly at him. 

He picked her up right as the front door opened to reveal you holding a plastic bag with the promised ramyeon from your note. Your boyfriend’s expression brightened at the sight of you as he continued petting your cat gently.

“You’re home early,” you greeted him with a smile. You had expected him to arrive early. “I got some food, and there’s some leftover kimchi that Mrs Cha decided to give me.”

At the mention of kimchi, Soonyoung got up from the couch, still coddling your cat, and beelined towards the fridge. “Hell yes, this’ll be perfect with the ramyeon. Don’t you think so too, Sooni-ah?” He murmured to the cat, and in return, she meowed softly, nuzzling into his chest.

The sight made you want to squish your boyfriend’s cheeks and kiss him all over. Soonyoung noticed you staring and blinked in slight confusion. 

“Nothing, nothing. You just look so cute right now.” You giggled and shook your head as he hummed. 

“Do I always have to be cute in your eyes?” He murmured, causing you to pause, and it was your turn to look at him with confusion. You wondered what he meant by that.

“I mean– I always seem to look like.. I don’t know. A cute, sweet boyfriend in your eyes.”

“Because you are a sweet boyfriend, Hosh,” you replied softly, walking over to him. “And I like that about you, you know that, right?” 

“I know, I know—I just… I feel like I can show you that I can be more than just cute, and stuff...” He trailed off as you caressed his cheek. He placed Sooni down and let her wander away before leaning into your hand.

You never thought Soonyoung had a problem with proving himself to you. You’d seen the photoshoot posts, and you’d seen him wander half-naked around your apartment once or twice, but you never pushed him into doing anything more than the two of you weren’t ready for.

But he was ready for more. He just wasn't sure how to show you without spooking you in any way. So he waited. But he could only wait so long, and he had needs that only you could fulfil.

“I need you...” Soonyoung mumbled, moving your other hand downward, towards where he needed you the most. Reaching his crotch, you could feel the bulge he was supporting in his sweatpants. “I need you. Like real bad, baby.”

Oh. Oh.

That pleading look on his face was not what you expected, but you were already nodding, bringing him close and pressing your lips against his. At that point, you had totally forgotten about the ramyeon; your only focus was on Soonyoung and giving him what he needed. 

“The couch, baby..” He murmured out between kisses, pushing you towards it until the two of you stumbled over it. Moving over to settle between your legs, Soonyoung broke the kiss and focused on your neck and collarbones, his hands moving under your T-shirt and to the clasp of your bra. 

You moaned out Soonyoung’s name, causing him to groan at the sweet sound of your breathy voice. “Mmn– I know, I know, I’m getting there..”

He grumbled against the slope of your neck, pushing your top up and discarding it along with your bra onto the floor. 

As his mouth latched on immediately to one of your nipples, your hands flew to your boyfriend’s hair as your back arched, pushing your breasts closer to him.

Soonyoung kept switching between your breasts, making sure neither felt left out, until you were writhing underneath him and bucking your hips. He moved one of his hands, pressing your abdomen down as you continued to wriggle gently.

“Fuck, I might just bust a nut like this… I need to be inside you so bad.” He tugged your shorts down, sliding them down with one swift move, revealing your wet cunt to him. Your boyfriend groaned at the sight, his eyes trained on your glistening folds before tugging his sweats down to his thighs to reveal his cock.

It was your turn to moan, the sight of Soonyoung’s dick making you swallow thickly. He was girthy and had a pretty pink tip. It was already covered in precum.

He gently slapped his length against your pussy lips, then started rubbing back and forth to coat himself with your slick, his tip nudging against your pudgy clit. Once he was satisfied, he teased his blunt cockhead against your entrance, a soft whimper coming out of him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. I’m gonna finally fuck my pretty girl—ngh—” Soonyoung moaned as he entered your heat, your walls sucking him in snugly until he bottomed out. You could only let out a breathless whine, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

Soonyoung was on cloud nine; he wasn’t able to comprehend the fact that he was inside your pussy, his tip kissing your cervix. Before he could realise, he started thrusting slowly yet deeply, letting you feel every inch of his desperate dick.

“Feel that, baby? Feel how deep my cock is inside you?” He grunted and noticed the small belly bump with each pump of his length, realising how deeply he was fucking you. He brushed his fingers along the bump, and a low groan left his throat. 

You could only nod, your mouth occupied with moaning his name to form a coherent sentence. Your heels dug into his lower back as you wrapped your legs around his waist and trapped him against you. He continued pounding into your wet heat, the squelching noise of your cunt causing your ears to flush a bright red.

You couldn’t deny that having his cock inside you was addicting, finally getting a taste of the Soonyoung you’d been silently yearning for. You didn’t want to admit it to him out loud since you’ve always seen him as adorkable most of the time, but you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together every time he did something remotely hot.

Your hole continued to flutter around him as he shivered from the amount of pleasure you were providing. “S’good to me… Fuck—” He drawled out, his pace hastening as he felt his first orgasm brinking closer and closer. He moved one of his hands down between the two of you, finding your clit with ease and rubbed the bundle of nerves until you were writhing underneath him and coming on his cock.

“Soonyoung-ah— I– I'm gonna—” you choked out a keen whine as your cunt gushed around his thick shaft. He groaned in pleasure, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as your pussy squeezed him like a vice, milking him for all he was worth.

“Gonna cum, baby. Can I cum inside?” He slurred as he drew out your orgasm. You nodded frantically, wanting to feel what it was like to be full of your boyfriend’s cum for the first time. When he got the green light, he continued his quickened pace until he couldn't hold back anymore. Soonyoung cried out pathetically as he came in hot spurts, filling you up with thick white cum.

When he recovered from his high (which was quite fast, faster than you anticipated), he pressed kisses all over your glistening skin. He pulled out with a soft hiss, leaving you full of your mixed juices. He looked down at the mess he had made, licking his lips before diving down, causing you to squeal.

“S–Soonyoung, wait—”

“I can't wait, wanna eat your cute pussy out, baby.. Come on, please?” He pleaded, pouting at you as you felt your gut twist and heat up with need, his cute expression making your inhibitions melt.

As he thanked you over and over, Soonyoung leaned down to kiss your inner thighs before he pressed a gentle kiss to your clit, looking up at your face to coax out a reaction. 

Not that he needed any confirmation from the way your legs were trembling in his grasp, the way your breath hitched when he nosed your sensitive nub or when he delved his tongue into your cum-filled hole. Soonyoung ate you out like a man starved, his lips and chin coated in your releases as he “cleaned you up”, as he would mutter against your cunt when you complained.

He had you coming around his tongue three times before you finally couldn’t take it anymore, pushing his head away with a whine. “Hoshi– I can’t—”

“Come on, baby, just one more time— one more time, and I’ll stop,” he pleaded, but you were truly overstimulated and couldn’t handle any more of his tongue. Soonyoung looked so drunk on you—and he absolutely was. He was drunk off of your sweet pussy, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

He let you recover for once, deciding to give you a couple of minutes. Your boyfriend looked at you needily, rubbing your inner thighs soothingly as your eyes fluttered open.

“Can we please go at least one more time? I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Maybe it was his chubby cheeks. Or his constant smiles. Or his endearing demeanour. Yes, that must be it. Soonyoung has heard about how endearing he is countless times. That would explain why you never saw him as a man.

Okay, maybe he was being a bit too dramatic. But honestly, could you blame him?

It took him years of pining and being just a friend to finally get you to become his girlfriend (it still felt so surreal to him that he got lightheaded if he thought too much about it) and you never took him seriously!

He’s showing off this dance he choreographed to you and he only got 6 steps in before you were giggling at him and cooing about how adorable he was.

You were deciding on dinner together and he puffed his cheeks out, trying to explain why you both should be eating corndogs instead of pasta only to get his cheeks squished together and still being made to eat carbonara!

Could he ever win!?

And don’t get him wrong, he loves you with everything in him, his full heart and his whole soul. He adores the way your pretty face lights up and the feeling of your soft hands on his cheeks. He feels like floating every time your honeyed voice praises his cuteness and your perfect lips pressed kisses all over his face.

It was just that sometimes Soonyoung wished you found him manly. He wished that you saw that he was more than just a cute face and maybe feed his masculinity a bit. Like how you compliment Mingyu on his ever growing physique and tease Seungcheol about how long he spends at the gym. Not that he was jealous of course, Soonyoung knew that you meant those comments in a platonic way, he just wished you saw him in a similar light.

He was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice the front door open, you walking through with bags of groceries and your cellphone pressed between your shoulder and your ear.

He sits up from where he was laying down on the couch to look at you as you kicked the door shut with your feet and gave him a pretty smile before saying goodbye to your mother on the phone before stuffing it into your jean pocket.

Soonyoung gets up and walks towards you, grabbing the bags from your hand as you remove your shoes and slide your coat off your shoulders. You press a quick kiss to his cheek and attach yourself to him, your mouth pressed into the back of his shoulder through the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Hi baby,” you say, your voice muffled by his shoulder and the broad grin you were sporting. Soonyoung grins, placing the bags of groceries on the marble counter before turning and looking at you, head tilted. “Hey.”

You look up at him, chin tucked in his chest, your eyes wide and sparkling. You poke at one of his cheeks and Soonyoung’s smile falters but he quickly brings it back to normal and begins walking you both to the couch. “Why don’t you sit down while I put the groceries away?” 

You blink then nod and all but collapse on the couch, sighing loudly as you place your feet on top of one of the throw pillows sitting idly near the armrest. Soonyoung giggles before he catches himself and clears his throat, letting out what he hopes to be a manly chuckle. He didn’t see the way your head lifted up, looking at him confused.

“Work wasn’t great today?” He asked, opening the fridge to place a carton of milk on the shelves. “Horrible actually,” you correct, wiggling upwards to recline your head on the armrest.

He hums as he finishes putting all the groceries away and walks towards the couch to join you. He knelt on the ground in front of you, watching your nose scrunch up adorably. You peck his lips once. Then twice. And by the third time, he wanted more.

He caught your wrist in his hand and brought it to his lips, nipping lightly at the skin. “You gonna kiss me properly or what?” His voice was husky, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at you, lips still brushing your wrist. Soonyoung was the epitome of pure sexiness.

Or so he thought…

Cause before he could even process it, you were squealing and cupping his face, bringing it closer to your own so that you could press sticky lipgloss kisses to his cheeks which were now burning, not from being flustered, but from pure embarrassment.

“My baby,” you wail, pinching his cheeks before squishing them together, one of your hands on either cheek as you place kisses on his pouty lips. “You want kisses? I’ll give you kisses baby, oohhh soo cute!”

Soonyoung opened his mouth to speak but was once again cut off by you shushing him and kissing his lips over and over again. He sighed before he took your face in his large hands and forced you to sit still, looking up at him.

“Before you give me any more kisses, answer me this,” he said, watching you blink with confusion before nodding. “Am I manly?” 

Your lips twist and your eyes squint. It was obvious that you were surprised and puzzled, most likely wondering where this was coming from. “Manly?” He nods, awaiting your answer.

“Um… yeah you’re manly, honey.” He blinks, wanting more. “Like? Examples? How am I manly?”

Your lips part before curving into a small smile as you stifle a giggle. You’ve probably figured it out now but Soonyoung doesn’t care as long as you keep talking.

“Well,” you say, sitting up a little higher as you trace your fingers down his biceps. “You’ve got such nice, strong muscles. Every time we cuddle, they wrap around me so firmly, like you’d hate it if I ever got up and left.” His breathing hitched and his smile widened as he scooted a little closer towards you. If he was a dog, he’s pretty sure you’d be able to see his tail wagging excitedly.

“And you’re so husband coded, the way you always hold my bags, even if it’s a cute purse and how you always place your hand on my thigh while you drive. I also love how you dance baby, the way you move…”

You smile cheekily, choosing to leave the sentence unfinished and Soonyoung thinks he might die. “Okay, okay, that's enough examples for now,  just come kiss me,” he whines as you laugh and kiss him sweetly.

“Cute,” you murmur into his lips and this time, Soonyoung doesn’t really mind.

And he would tell anyone he was happily whipped. His cheeks flush like the tips of his ears, eyes wide, mouth salivating from just the thought of you. You, who is so pretty and popular, who took his spare keys to his dorm with a sly smile after taking his heart. His eyes glossed over as his mind started to replay how you ruined him for anyone else. Your lips wrapped around his big cock, sucking him so sweetly until he was a quivering mess. And then shoving your panties in his mouth as you rode him like your personal dildo?

A shiver runs down Hoshi’s spine, his cock swelling, straining against his pants as he gets off the elevator. His feet carried him down the hallway, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation. You had told him how good he felt, that you wanted him, and he was free to have you as much as he liked.

Soonyoung’s keys fumbled in his hand. He really hoped you were in his bed right now. Fuck, just being in his dorm was enough. Heat crawled up his neck, his chest heaving for air as his mind raced. He didn’t want to masturbate in the shower to the thought of you if you weren’t there. He wanted you, he needed you.

He stumbled through his front door, his eyes hazed, scanning the living room and kitchen, a pout forming when he didn’t see you. “Pretty?” He called out, his ears perking up to hear your pretty voice, but no luck.

He sighed heavily, his cock was hard and already leaking precum, and he dropped all his stuff on the couch. It seemed he had a date with his hand tonight, but maybe he could call you? A blush darkened on his cheeks as he thought about it. He could listen to your pretty voice as you teased him, call him needy, fuck maybe he could send you a video of what you did to him. Show you how hard he was for you as he fucked his fist to the thought of you.

He was already tossing his shirt onto the ground, his fingers fumbling with his pants as he staggered into his bedroom.

And oh-

You were here. And you were in his bed. Sleeping on your stomach, wearing one of his big punk T-shirts, and nothing else. One of your legs was hooked up higher than your other one, and he could see your pretty pussy peeking under his shirt.

Oh fuck.

His eyes glossed over, his brain fogging up. So pretty, you were so pretty. And he only had one thought: he needed you.

The room felt too hot, his hands shoving the rest of his clothes off as he kept his eyes on your sleeping form. His heart raced, climbing onto his bed, his body lying next to yours, only his shirt that you were wearing, separating him from you. His hand hesitated. You had told him this type of scenario would be okay. That it would be so hot to wake up to him. And why else would you have let yourself in his dorm, lying in his bed in nothing but his shirt?

He knows he has your permission, but it still makes his breath catch in his throat. He’s so hard his mind spins. And he can’t keep his eyes off your pretty face, his palm sliding down between your open legs. You’re so warm, the heat between your thighs only making his mouth water more.

He starts slow. Dipping his two fingers through your folds, you’re wet, and it only makes his jaw clench. Did you go to sleep thinking about him finding you like this? Are you dreaming about him? His fingertips gather the sweet slick, dragging it down until he can smear it on your sensitive clit. And the soft sigh you let out sends a thrill through him. His breathing grows shallow, his eyes taking in every little shift of your sleeping form. You melt into the mattress when his fingers rub slowly and steadily, and he can feel you getting wetter after each stroke.

Fuck, he needs more. He needs you.

His sanity hangs by a thread when he’s sinking two fingers into your pretty pussy. His breath hitched, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he feels your gummy walls grip his fingers tightly. He stills when you gasp, his eyes flickering from where he’s stuffing you with his fingers to your pretty face. Your nose scrunches for a second, but then you're shifting back, welcoming his fingers deeper into your wet channel, your legs opening wider for him subconsciously.

He curls his digits, his coarse fingertips dragging down your sensitive walls as he thrusts deep and slow. The room fills with the wet squelches of your pussy slurping his fingers, your body relaxing enough for him to give you a third finger, earning him another sigh from you. Fuck, he’s enjoying this so much. Watching your sleeping form take his fingers so warmly. He wants to think subconsciously, you know it’s him, and that’s why you’re dripping your sweet juices so heavily. And the thought of it being true is enough to make the last of his resolve snap.

His fingers slip from your drooling cunt, only to wrap around his shaft. He covers his length in your slick, mixing it with his precum before he’s kneeling between your open legs. He presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, “I need you so badly.” A confession whimpered into your skin as he notches the tip of his fat cock on your entrance.

Hoshi’s jaw drops, his eyelashes fluttering as his first few inches sink into your sopping pussy. Your walls throb around his thick girth, feeling every ridge and pulse of his veins that run along his cock, rubbing your gummy walls deliciously. He could cum right now if he wasn’t doing everything he could not to. His fingers curl tightly into the bedsheets, his abs flexing, biceps shaking as he finally bottoms out.

Heaven sent. Your pussy was heaven-sent. Made for him. He could feel his drool threatening to escape past his lips as he pulled his hips back about halfway. Your cunt constricted, squeezing him, trying to keep him from leaving. And if he could stay inside you forever, he would.

He’s absolutely addicted, and his sanity finally breaks. He wanted to be in control, to go nice and slow for you. But the grip your pussy has on him makes his whole body shake.

His first thrust is hard. Rough enough that he’s got your body moving up higher onto his bed. And your yelp lets him know you’re awake. Your mouth hangs, your eyes widen, and your moan is loud. His thick cock splits you open, forcing its way deep inside you, that his mushroom tip - angry red - smooches your cervix with a filthy kiss, globs of his precum coating your walls with each thrust.

“Oh my god,” your back arches, and Soonyoung whines. His hands are on either side of your head, trapping you underneath him as his cum-heavy balls smack your pretty clit with each dangerous roll of his hips.

He sniffles, his eyes blurry as his mouth parts for his whimpers. “N-needed you,” he sounds wrecked. Rutting into your dripping cunt harder, desperately, “co-couldn’t help m'self-“ One of his legs hooks over yours, and he grinds deeper, as if he was trying to reach your throat.

Your gummy walls clench hard around him, your jaw slacking open wider as you gasp. Your hands reach up to rest on the wall above your head, protecting you from being rammed into it from how rough Hoshi pounds into you. He’s like an animal in heat, his hands wrapping around your throat as his lips mouth your ear sloppily. Your cunt sloshes, soaking his cock and dripping onto the sheets under you. “Feel so good, jus’ like that-“ your praise only makes Soonyoung more frenzied.

He loved your praise, loved that he was making you feel as good as you did for him. Your hips pushed back to meet each one of his thrusts, and he groaned in your ear.

You loved how vocal Soonyoung was. He could never hide his feelings, and each groan, each whimper only made the fire in your stomach burn brighter.

And Soonyoung is right there with you. His hand is a warm anchor around your throat as his forehead rests on the back of your shoulder. He could hear the slams of his bed knocking into the wall mix with the splashes of your pussy creaming around his cock. And he couldn’t help but babble. Tell you how good you felt wrapped around him. “Sq-squeezin’ me s’hard, Pretty. ‘M gonna cum,” your movements to meet his grew sloppier, faster, his words making you moan obscenely. His lungs burned, and he quickly realized you like that. “You want me to cum?”

Your eyes were glossy like your lips, your head nodding enthusiastically. “Inside, you ca-can cum ins-side, Baby.” Your tongue lolls out, feeling his cock stir inside you deliciously. Fuck, he felt so good.

And hearing your permission only had him moving harder. His breath caught in his throat, a pathetic whine leaving his lips as he grabbed your waist. His fingers dipped into your soft hips, his jaw clenching as he manhandled you to move up and down his cock for him. With each smack of his hips, his balls tapped against your puffy clit, sending jolts of electricity to zap through your body.

A few more rough thrusts turned sloppy, and Hoshi was babbling 'thank you' over and over again before his cock swelled. The tip of his cock twitched against your sweet spot as stripe after stripe of his sticky cum filled your pretty pussy white. His jaw slacked, his head tilting up to the ceiling, and he groaned as he stuffed you full.

Feeling him twitch, sinking his cock as deep as he could in you, triggered your own orgasm. Your gummy walls milked his cock, gushing your own arousal and having a mix of both of your cum to seep from your overfilled pussy. It dripped down onto his bed messily while you both rode out your orgasms, panting heavily.

And it was once Hoshi finally slipped out of you, falling to the right side of you, that you couldn't hold in your giggles any longer. Soonyoung's cheeks were flushed, his lips parted as he panted, but his eyes still twinkled towards you. "That's one way to wake me up," you laughed, and Soonyoung grinned.

"Missed you, Pretty."

-

Twenty-two was an embarrassing age to still be a virgin. You told yourself that it was okay, that you were just waiting for the right guy. But deep down, you knew that if anybody found out, you would want the ground to swallow you whole.

Sure, you had kissed a few guys before, but you’d never actually gotten intimate with one. It’s funny when you think about it; your thirteen bosses all ooze sex appeal, yet you had never gotten the right kind of attention. It was just you and your rose toy.

You worked as a runner for Seventeen. You and Seungkwan were childhood friends, and he had gotten you the job when you turned 20. You had always wanted to move to Seoul, so when the BSS boys invited you to live with them when you were hired, you couldn’t say no.

It was only meant to be until you had sorted something out for yourself but suddenly, two years have passed, and you're still sleeping across the hallway from the three most chaotic men in the industry.

The truth was that you loved living with them, and around a year in, no one saw the point of you leaving. Being essentially their personal assistant, you’ve gotten to know every little thing about them over the years. Their likes, dislikes, favourite foods, drinks and even their types in girls.

Seungkwan was practically married to Vernon, so you never had to worry about him. However, there were many times where you were ditched by the other two in a club, whenever they left with a girl. But you? You always went home alone.

It was now a Thursday evening. Seungkwan and Seokmin were out doing god knows what. You never really questioned their whereabouts, you mostly just kept to yourself and respected their boundaries as much as you could.

You were sitting at the desk in your bedroom, sorting through the dance rehearsal schedule for the upcoming week, when you heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” you shouted, swivelling on your chair to face Soonyoung, who had entered holding a bowl of popcorn.

“Jihoon is coming over and we’re gonna watch a movie. Do you want to join?” He asked, looking hopeful.

“What movie are you watching?” You rarely watched films with them, as your taste was more romance k-dramas and theirs was some weird thriller shit.

“We’re still deciding between Scream and Friday the 13th.”

Hell no. You don’t do horror films. You never have and you never will. You hated everything about them. The jump scares, the blood, and most of all, the darkness of your room when you’re left alone once the credits start to roll.

You looked Soonyoung dead in the eyes and shook your head. “There’s no way.”

“Y/n come on. You never watch films with us anymore,” he pleaded.

“Soonie, you know how I feel about horror films,” you said in protest.

“I’ll sleep in here tonight with you if you get too scared,” he bargained with you.

You finally gave in and reluctantly walked to the living room. You sunk into the couch between the two boys, robbing the pillow from behind Jihoon and the blanket from Soonyoung, who instantly pulled it back so it covered both of you.

The opening scene began, and you instantly jumped at the sound of the phone ringing on screen, making both of the boys laugh at you.

You gave them an eye roll and internally cried at the thought of having to watch the rest of this movie. You didn’t like to think of yourself as a wimp, but the truth is, you were in fact the biggest wimp ever.

As the film went on, you resorted to using Soonyoung’s hand as your personal eye shield. This then escalated to you hiding your face in his chest. By the halfway point, you were basically shaking like a little bitch in his lap.

You had spent most of the time with your face in Soonyoung’s chest, not even fully watching the film, but somehow still reacting to the sounds. When you finally looked up, there was a sex scene playing out on the screen.

Out of pure instinct, you sat up and straightened your back, releasing your tight grip on Soonyoung’s hand. You had hoped no one noticed the shift in you, but you could feel his eyes lingering.

“I’m going to get a Coke Zero,” Jihoon said, completely oblivious to your actions. He paused the tv and wandered to the kitchen, leaving you and Soonyoung alone. You tried to awkwardly avert your gaze from the half naked woman on the screen, looking around the room for anything else to stare at.

“You’ve never done it have you?” Soonyoung asked, his gaze set on you, smirking slightly.

“Done what?” You asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“You’ve never had sex.” he pressed, noticing the pink rise in your cheeks.

“Yes I have.”

“No, I’ve been thinking about it. You’ve lived with us for what, two years? I’ve never seen you bring someone over. I never hear noises coming from your room like the others, and you never get drunk when we play never have I ever.”

You looked over at him, face flushed. You tried your best to come up with a good cover story, but the words failed to come to you.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” you admitted defeat, hoping that Soonyoung has a shred of humanity and will spare you from total humiliation.

He offered you a smile; not a condescending smile, but more of a ‘your secret is safe with me’ smile.

Jihoon returned with his drink, flopping onto the sofa and quietly resuming the film.

The movie ended not long after that. As the credits rolled, you felt unable to move from your curled up position. The house was dark and creepy, and you weren’t even sure if you could make it to your room.

Jihoon turned off the tv and headed home, robbing four cans of Coke Zero from your fridge before he ran out the door, leaving only you and Soonyoung. He stood, holding out his hand to pull you up.

“I don’t want to,” you whined.

“You don’t want to stand?” He asked, a look of confusion forming on his face.

“If I walk behind you, something could grab me from behind. If I walk in front of you, I'd have to be the first to turn the creepy corner in that hallway and we both know that’s not happening.”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes and laughed at your ridiculousness. “I guess I’ll just have to leave you here then,” he muttered, turning towards the door.

“NO! Soonie please don’t leave me,” you practically begged him, tears forming in your eyes.

“I was joking, I’m not going to leave you,” he said reassuringly. “Y/n are you crying?”

“I’m so scared,” you admitted, letting out a nervous laugh and wiping your eyes.

“Okay, okay. Come on,” Soonyoung placed his hands just above your waist. “Jump up for me.”

You did as he said, jumping up and wrapping your legs around him and clinging to him like a koala. He lowered his arm to hold you up under your thighs as you buried your face into his shoulder to block out the monsters that could be lurking around the corner.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach your room, and when he opened the door, Soonyoung carefully placed you down onto your bed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, genuine care threaded in his voice.

“I’m okay. Thank you,” you responded.

“It’s okay, I owe you for making you watch the film with us. Do you still want me to sleep in here with you?” You nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed before you remembered that this was his idea to begin with.

“Okay, I'll go get a blanket and sleep on the floor,” he went to leave again, but you stopped him before he could get to the door.

“Don’t be stupid. You can sleep in the bed with me,” you paused for a second, “unless that would make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I’m okay with it if you are,” he answered quietly.

You responded to him by pulling back the duvet and patting the empty space next to you.

Soonyoung turned off the lights and climbed in next to you.

“Goodnight y/n” he whispered.

“Night Soonie.”

A few weeks passed by after this night, and your nerves revolving Soonyoung spilling your secret have, thankfully, subsided a little. You were mostly hoping that he forgot about it so that your heart would stop racing every time you saw him talking one to one with the others.

It’s not that you didn’t trust him, you just felt so embarrassed by it and you knew that the others would tease you relentlessly for it. Especially Jeonghan.

It’s now Sunday morning, and everything is surprisingly calm in the BSS household. Seokmin is building Lego’s, and Seungkwan is shouting at women’s volleyball on the tv.

You assumed Soonyoung was in the studio with Jihoon, because no one had heard from him in a while.

Trying to take advantage of the day off to get your life together, you sat on your bedroom floor folding laundry, quietly singing along to the Daesung song playing through your headphones. That was when you spotted a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers mixed in with your clothes.

This was the downside of living with three men.

You picked up the boxers reluctantly and made your way into the living room to find their owner, but both boys who are present claim that they’re not theirs, which means they must belong to Soonyoung.

You made your way to his room, knocking on the door and entering quickly after, assuming he wasn’t home.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you caught sight of Soonyoung, lying in his bed, his sweats pushed down to his knees, head thrown back and eyes closed tightly. His hand was clenched around his dick, frantically pumping it up and down.

You froze on the spot, your eyes going wide.

“Y/N!” He shouted, rushing to cover himself up.

You quickly closed your eyes, scrunching them as tightly as you possibly could.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” you said while backing up, your eyes still closed. You stumbled back slightly and walked straight into the door frame.

“OW! Shit!” You cried out, hitting your head and falling to the floor.

“Fuck are you okay?” Soonyoung scrambled to his feet, pulling up his joggers. He rushed over to you, helping you stand and leading you to sit on his desk chair. He crouched in front of you, placing his hands on your knees.

“I’m okay. Sorry, I was just trying to return your boxers,” you said, gesturing to the pile of fabric that was now discarded on the floor.

Soonyoung laughed at you, noticing the blush that had settled on your cheeks.

“Can I ask you something?” He said, still crouching in front of you.

You can only nod in response.

“Is my dick the first one you’ve seen in person?” You felt your face turn bright red as the words came out of his mouth.

“Um..yeah it is,” you basically whispered, too embarrassed to speak at a louder volume.

“Why are you still a virgin anyway?” he asked, more out of confusion than curiosity.

“I’ve just…never trusted anyone enough, I guess,” you admitted, shoulders curling in.

His thumb traced slow circles against your knee. “Do you trust me?”

You met his eyes, then dropped your gaze for half a second before forcing it back up, embarrassed. “I—yeah. I do.”

He hesitated, then asked softly. “Do you want to touch it?”

Your heart jumped straight into your throat. You opened your mouth, closed it, and tried again.

“I—um,” you started, heat flooding your face. “I w-want to. I just—” you let out a shaky breath, flustered. “Y-yeah. I do.”

When Soonyoung led you over to his bed, you could almost hear the sound of your heart racing as your nose was filled with the scent of his aftershave. You sat on the edge of his bed and watched as he removed his joggers, leaving him covered only by his boxers.

He sat next to you, reaching for your hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it before maneuvering it down to his covered length.

“You don’t need to be shy, and we can stop if you need to. No questions asked.”

You nodded, not looking up from where your hand sat on him. He took his hand away, leaving you with the freedom to explore him on your own.

You started to palm him gently through the fabric. You were a bit shy to begin with, but when you heard a soft moan escape Soonyoung’s lips, you gained a little more confidence.

“Can I?” You asked as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, asking for permission to remove them. Soonyoung nodded, standing up to peel them off. His cock springs free, making your eyes widen slightly.

You wrapped your hand around his length gently, pumping it a few times. It was already slick from his earlier activities, but you gathered the precum leaking from his tip anyway, spreading it down his shaft.

“Is this okay?” You asked him, not looking up from where your hand is moving up and down.

“It’s perfect,” Soonyoung groaned, throwing his head back. You gained even more confidence, brushing over his balls with the tips of your fingers.

“Ah—do that again,” he moaned, leaning back onto his elbows, his face flushed and eyes screwed shut. A thin layer of sweat coated his skin, leaving a slight sheen.

You followed his instructions, cupping his balls slightly before moving your hand back up to the tip. Your movements became more frantic and Soonyoung responded to your movements perfectly.

“Ah—Y/n I’m gonna—don’t stop,” you sped up a little more, driving him closer to the edge. Soonyoung let out a low groan and grabbed your thigh, squeezing it slightly as spurts of hot cum escaped his tip, coating your hand.

When he recovered from his high, he grabbed a tissue from the box on his bedside table, and cleaned the residue from your hand.

“Holy fuck, you’re good at that,” he stated, breaking the silence.

“I am?” You asked, trying not to sound too excited. He looked into your eyes, nodding.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, inching closer to you.

“Please,” you responded.

He closed the gap between you, resting his fingers on your chin and tilting your head up slightly. He places a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away momentarily to read your expression, then crashed his lips back onto yours.

The kiss was heated, tasting of longing and the apple peach flavour of his vape. Soonyoung’s hands travelled the length of your body, starting at your jaw and lightly skimming all the way down to your hips.

His fingertips dug into the fabric covering your thighs, sending shockwaves throughout your entire body. Your thighs clenched together at the foreign feeling of arousal.

“Soonie,” you breathed against his lips.

“Tell me what you need, my love. I’m yours, whatever you want,” he responded, understanding your body better than you do at this moment.

“Can you please show me what to do,” you whispered against his mouth.

“Come here,” Soonyoung held your hips as he guided you to straddle him. His uncovered length slowly became firm again as you rested your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his bare skin. His lips travelled down, sucking and nibbling on your neck, leaving his mark as gentle as he could.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, breaking away from you for a moment to avoid you becoming too overwhelmed.

“Please,” you whined, feeling the fabric of your thong sticking to you from the arousal. Soonyoung cupped your breasts slowly before lifting your t-shirt over your head. Your lack of bra leaves him stunned at the sight of you for a second.

“You’re perfect” he said, leaning in to attach his mouth to your hardened nipple, keeping the other one between his index finger and thumb.

“Lay down for me,” You followed his command, shyly trying to cover your chest with your arms, but he stopped you.

“You don’t need to hide from me,” he breathed, making his way down to your hips with his tongue. Soonyoung removed your leggings before running his finger over your covered slit.

You let out a quiet sound before you could stop yourself—more surprise than anything else. It was the first time anyone had ever touched you like this, and knowing that it was Soonyoung made your nerves settle a little.

He slid your thong down your legs and set it aside, slow and careful, like he was paying attention to every reaction instead of rushing ahead.

“Okay, I’m gonna start now. Tell me to stop if you need a break, okay?” He said, giving your hand a slight squeeze but never fully letting go.

Soonyoung licked up your slit gently, before moving his tongue in circles around your clit. He paused for a second, noticing how tense you are.

“Relax for me baby. Just let yourself feel good.” He said, bringing the hand that wasn’t holding yours down to rest on your inner thigh. He continued to lap at you, holding onto you like you would break if he let go. Releasing your thigh from his grip, he parted your folds gently.

“I’m gonna put one in, you still okay?” Soonyong asked, bringing his head up to read your expression. You had now gone from feeling on edge to feeling euphoric.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you responded, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Soonyoung slowly pressed a finger into you, sliding it all the way in, keeping it still for a moment while he listened to your breathing. When he’s checked you’re still okay, he pumped it a few times before curling it inside you.

“Ah—Soonie,” you moaned, causing him to go deeper. He reattached his mouth to your clit and added another finger inside of you. You could feel your stomach tighten, a foreign feeling coming over you when he stops completely. He made his way up the bed to face you, his mouth coated in your slick. A wave of bravery takes over you as you grabbed his chin and brought his lips to yours, tasting yourself.

“Are you ready?” He asked, peppering kisses over your cheek and down your neck, stopping at your collarbone. You nodded as he lined himself up at your entrance, using his free hand to grab yours, interlacing your fingers once again.

“It might hurt a little baby, I’m gonna go slow okay?” He warned before slowly easing into you.

He worked himself into you at a very slow pace, which you were thankful for. The stretch was intoxicating, and when he finally bottomed out, he let you get used to it for a second.

When he finally began to move, it felt amazing. Your whole body was on fire, and the only thing you could do was moan out Soonyoung’s name over and over again.

“Holy shit you’re so tight, you feel amazing" he said in between low breaths. His hips began to move faster; the sound of skin against skin mixed with the headboard hitting the wall filling the room. It didn't take long for the tension to build up inside of you again.

“Soonie—ah—I’m gonna” you cried out, squeezing his hand with all your strength.

“Come for me baby,” his words sent you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back as your fingers dug into the soft skin on his shoulder. When you had come down from your high, Soonyoung eased out of you slowly.

“Was that okay?” He asked, making sure you were okay.

“It was amazing,” you panted, noticing his dick was still erect, “You didn’t finish, was I bad?” You asked shyly.

“No no no, it just takes me a while. Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to keep going” he reassured you.

“Can I try going on top?”

Soonyoung’s eyes glazed over as he crashed his lips back onto yours, flipping you on top of him. He lined himself up, giving you a reassuring nod, but you ignored it. You were ready for him this time.

You sank down onto his cock, your hands pressing flat onto his chest, while his went straight to your hips. You rolled your hips, trying to get the hang of this position before he took over. He began thrusting up into you slowly, setting the pace, careful not to overwhelm you.

“Ple—please go faster.” He doesn’t hesitate.

Soonyoung began snapping his hips up into you at a godly pace, making you both cry out a string of moans. You can’t help but think about what you’ve been missing the whole time you were too scared to do this.

It wasn’t long before you were both nearing the edge again. You leaned down to kiss his lips roughly while he fucks you from below.

“I’m close baby,” Soonyoung groaned, head falling back against the headboard.

You let out a strangled moan before cumming hard, squeezing Soonyoung as he followed closely behind you.

“You’re amazing,” he said, attempting to catch his breath.

“Thank you for being so gentle with me,” you said, easing off of him and lying down at his side.

Soonyoung sat up, grabbing the tissues from his table and hovering over you to clean in between your legs. He then grabbed the duvet, throwing it back just enough to give you both enough space to get more comfortable.

When you felt like you had finally recovered, you leaned into Soonyoung, your head nuzzling under his chin as he ran trails up your back with his thumb. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and scrolled through your missed notifications.

“Oh shit Soonyoung…we’re so fucked.” you gasped, your eyes going wide in a panic.

“What do you mean?” He responded, confusion plain on his face. You turned your screen around to face him.

BSS household

Kwannie- anyone hear that?

Deokyummm- hahah sounds like someone shagging

Vernon- who

Deokyummm- @y/n? @soonyoung?

Deokyummm- they’re not answering

Kwannie- oh my fucking god

Kwannie- Soonyoung you better not be fucking y/n

Kwannie- I’ll kill you

Deokyummm- she did have his boxers

Vernon- lol

When you saw Soonyoung in your home, dressed in a suit that clearly wasn’t his style, you felt a hurricane of emotions. His usual vibrant, carefree energy seemed stifled under the weight of the tailored fabric. You greeted him and his family alongside your parents, both of you a shy mess, but something in his eyes told you things might not be as bad as you feared.

“Hey,” Soonyoung murmured as you both found a moment away from the adults’ formal discussions. “This suit is killing me.”

You laughed softly, feeling a sense of relief. “You look... different.”

“Yeah, definitely not my usual style, you know me” he grinned, loosening his tie. “But I guess we’re both out of our comfort zones today.”

You nodded, memories flooding back of the two of you playing outside when kids, during business congresses, your parents inside discussing mergers and acquisitions while you and Soonyoung chased each other around the gardens. “Do you remember those days?”

“Of course,” he said, eyes lighting up with nostalgia. “We had our own little world, didn’t we?”

“We did,” you replied. “And now, here we are.”

“So, how do you feel about this?” he asked, shy, looking at your expensive dress, clearly set for tonight. “About us... getting married?”

“I’ve been preparing for it my whole life, I guess,” you said honestly. “But with you... it feels different. Less intimidating."

“I feel the same,” Soonyoung admitted. “I mean, if it had to be anyone, I’m glad it’s you.”

You smiled. “Maybe we can make this work. Find a balance between our lifes.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “We can create something new, something that’s ours.”

You looked at him, seeing not just the boy you grew up with, but a partner. Someone who understood the complexities of your world and was willing to navigate them with you.

You looked around your house, taking in the scene. Soonyoung’s family mingled with yours, coworkers from your parents’ firms exchanged polite conversation, and your and Soonyoung’s nephews were playing circles around the couch. 

The weight of the day pressed on your shoulders, a burden that didn’t match the elegance of the dress you were wearing for the marriage proposal.

Soonyoung’s eyes met yours, noticing your tense posture. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?” he asked softly.

You looked at him, sulking, and he recognized the same expression you had when you were eight. 

He leaned in, whispering, “Don’t tell anyone, but I brought a bottle of tequila. It’s in my trunk. Would you like some to relax?”

You stared at him in silence before nodding with an exasperated look, feeling like it was exactly what you needed.

“Did you bring a shot cup?” you asked, following him outside.

He stopped, bottle in hand, and you both laughed. Taking the bottle from him, you leaned against his car, opened the cap, and poured a generous shot—maybe a little more—straight into your mouth. Soonyoung watched, his mouth wide open in surprise. You handed the bottle back to him.

“Why are you nervous?” he asked, taking a swig himself, looking comically exaggerated as he did. “I’m the one who has to kneel and propose today. My heart feels like it’s about to explode.”

You both laughed like teenagers getting away with something forbidden, hiding behind his car.

After a moment of comfortable silence, you broke it. “Do you have the ring here?”

He looked at you and nodded.

“Can I see it?” you asked, your curiosity piqued as if he had a rare Pokémon card.

“Is that right?” he teased.

You made doe eyes and asked, “Pretty please?”

He smiled, pulling a small black box from his pocket and opening it for you. 

The diamond ring sparkled in your eyes, its brilliance captivating. “It’s beautiful,” you murmured.

Soonyoung nodded, grinning. “My sister helped me choose it. I originally wanted a diamond shaped like a cat, but she said that wasn’t appropriate.”

You laughed, the image of a cat-shaped diamond making you smile. “It’s beautiful, but a kitten-shaped ring sounds adorable. I would’ve loved that too.”

His grin widened, a small, proud smile lighting up his face as you both admired the ring.

Your moment was interrupted by Soonyoung’s mom's voice, echoing from the house. “Oh my god, are you already proposing?”

Soonyoung choked on his own saliva, his eyes wide with panic. The best thing to do now? Say no and face his mother’s scolding for showing the ring prematurely, or actually propose right then and there?

Before he could think it through, he found himself on one knee on the sidewalk, his heart pounding. You quickly hid the tequila bottle behind your back.

“Soonyoung, what are you doing?” you whispered, eyes wide.

“I... I’m improvising,” he replied, clearing his throat. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

The spontaneity of it all, made you laugh and cry at the same time, you needed to pretend you were actually emotional. “Yes, Soonyoung. Yes, I will.”

You barely noticed the sudden crowd that had gathered around you, they'd appeared out of nowhere, all eyes on the two of you. Soonyoung’s hand trembled slightly as he slid the ring onto your finger, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of his touch.

You smiled nervously at him, teeth gritted. “Hug me,” you whispered urgently, your eyes darting to the tequila bottle that was precariously wedged behind your back. “Please, put the tequila bottle inside your car. It's practically shoved inside my ass.”

Soonyoung blinked, processing your words before a grin spread across his face. He pulled you into a tight hug, the kind that felt both reassuring and grounding. As he embraced you, he expertly reached behind you, his fingers brushing against the bottle. 

You could feel his body shaking slightly with suppressed laughter.

“Hang on,” he whispered back.

He managed to grab the bottle and discreetly slid it out from behind you. Still holding you close, he took a step back towards the car, opening the door with one hand and slipping the bottle inside. The whole maneuver was so smooth that you doubted anyone noticed the clandestine operation.

That moment eased the tension of the night, but the tequila hadn’t taken effect yet, and you knew you had to keep an eye on Soonyoung. His alcohol tolerance was notoriously low, and you didn’t want him to embarrass himself—or worse, get into trouble.

As the night wound down and Soonyoung’s dad started to lead him to the car, Soonyoung sulked, trying to resist. “I want to talk a bit more to my bride,” he protested, his voice slightly slurred. His words elicited good-natured laughter from both families, who were enjoying the unexpected turn of events.

You walked over to him, giving him a warm hug and patting his head affectionately. “It’s time to go home, Soonyoung,” you said gently.

He looked at you with wide, earnest eyes, the warmth in his gaze reminding you of why you felt less nervous than you should. Soonyoung had always been warm-hearted, and maybe that’s why you felt a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

As you pulled back from the hug, Soonyoung’s hand lingered in yours for a moment longer. “Promise you’ll call me tomorrow?” he asked, his tone earnest despite his tipsiness.

“Promise,” you replied, smiling as you squeezed his hand.

With one last affectionate look, Soonyoung allowed his dad to guide him into the car. You watched as the vehicle pulled away. Your parents approached, their expressions a blend of amusement and expectation.

“Well, that was quite a night,” your mom said, her eyes twinkling with delight.

“Yes, it was,” you agreed, glancing at your dad, who nodded in approval.

“You two make a good pair,” your dad said, his tone warm. “I’m glad to see you both getting along so well.”

Your parents were now expectant, believing you and Soonyoung were truly becoming a couple. And in a way, you were—just not in the conventional sense they imagined.

The next day, even though it was a promise to a drunk boy, you called Soonyoung in the morning. Like any typical business wedding, the preparations started swiftly, aiming to have the wedding happen as soon as possible. Today, you were going to choose the food and drinks for the event.

When Soonyoung arrived, he was all tidied up, but his face was clearly tired. You laughed a bit, “You look…”

He completed for you, “Fucked?”

You chuckled, “I wasn’t going to say that.”

“Long night,” he admitted, rubbing his eyes. “But I’m here.”

“Good, because we have a lot to decide,” you replied, glancing at the event agent who was discussing the dessert options.

As you both looked at the event agent, who insisted on adding superfluous things to the sweets—like a layer of gold—you exchanged amused glances. The agent was enthusiastically explaining the virtues of gold-leaf-covered desserts.

“Gold? For us to... poop?” Soonyoung murmured incredulously.

You stifled a laugh and leaned closer to him. “Can’t it be something more tasty?”

The agent looked slightly taken aback. “Gold leaf is quite a statement piece.”

Soonyoung nodded, trying to be polite. “But we were thinking of something simpler.”

“How about churros?” you suggest.

The agent blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Churros? For a wedding?”

“Why not?” you said with a grin. “They’re delicious, and everyone loves them.”

“But they don’t exactly scream luxury,” the agent protested.

“They scream fun,” Soonyoung countered. “And isn’t that what weddings are supposed to be?”

The agent sighed, making a note. “Alright, churros it is. Anything else?”

“Maybe some street-style tacos?” he added, enjoying the agent’s bewildered expression.

“Tacos?” the agent repeated, as if the word was foreign.

“Yeah, why not?” Soonyoung agreed. “Let’s keep it simple and tasty.”

The agent finally nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Very well. I’ll make the arrangements.”

Honestly, days flew by with Soonyoung by your side. Planning every little detail of the wedding together brought both fun and challenges, especially when your tastes didn’t always align. It was a bit complicated at first, like when you two were choosing the destination for your honeymoon. 

Soonyoung wanted an adventure-packed trip to the Amazon rainforest, while you preferred a relaxing beach resort in the Maldives. The negotiations were intense, but you eventually settled on a compromise.

Choosing Soonyoung’s suit also proved to be a task. He insisted on wearing a tie with a tiger print, a nod to his childhood love for tigers. You were surprised that his fascination with the big cats had persisted, but you drew the line at a tiger tie. “Absolutely not,” you told him firmly, trying to imagine the looks you’d get. “A tiger tie is a no from me, and I think a lot of people would agree.”

“Fine,” he conceded with a sigh, but you could tell he was already thinking about how to sneak a little tiger motif into his outfit.

When it came to choosing your dress, you were accompanied by your mom, Soonyoung’s mom, and his sister. 

Soonyoung, the only man in the group, tagged along as well. The other brides at the boutique initially assumed he was either your brother or your stylist. 

Their jaws nearly dropped when they overheard he was actually the groom.

One of the brides, adjusting her veil in front of a mirror, turned to you, wide-eyed. “Wait, he’s your husband-to-be?”

“Yes, he is,” you confirmed with a smile, watching Soonyoung fuss over a lace detail on one of the dresses.

Another bride laughed softly. “Lucky you! He’s so involved.”

“He’s been amazing,” you said. “Except for his obsession with tiger prints.”

Soonyoung, overhearing, grinned and walked over. “What can I say? Tigers are cool.”

“Soonyoung, you’re a unique groom,” his sister teased, shaking her head.

As you tried on dresses, Soonyoung offered his opinions with surprising thoughtfulness, balancing out his more quirky suggestions. He was genuinely invested in making sure you felt beautiful and confident in your choice.

You’d tried on everything: the biggest gowns, the tightest silhouettes, dresses with endless layers of skirts, and others that hugged your hips so closely it felt like they were molded to your skin. 

There were corsets that took your breath away—literally—and fabrics that shimmered under the boutique lights. 

But this time, when you left the dressing room, you were wearing a veil.

Soonyoung’s eyes didn’t lie for a second. He liked this one very much. The women around you—your mom, Soonyoung’s mom, and his sister—fussed over the dress, adjusting it here and there, offering compliments. But Soonyoung was speechless.

If Soonyoung were to be completely honest, up until this moment, he had always seen you as his friend, the girl he was going to marry because of an arrangement. You were the same girl who used to run around the events, eluding the security guards with your mischievous giggles. 

But now, you were different. You were a woman. His woman. And you looked stunning.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The transformation was breathtaking. You stood there, looking radiant in your wedding dress, and for the first time, the reality of the situation hit him. You weren’t just a friend anymore; you were about to become his partner, his wife.

He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t realize he was gawking until you and the women turned to him, waiting for his response. He blinked, snapping back to reality, and managed to find his voice.

“You look...” he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. “You look absolutely stunning.”

Your cheeks flushed at his earnest compliment. “You really think so?”

Soonyoung nodded, still unable to tear his eyes away. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

His sister grinned, nudging him playfully. “Told you she’d find the perfect dress.”

Your mom wiped away a tear, “You’re going to make a beautiful bride.”

Soonyoung’s mom stepped forward, adjusting a tiny detail on the veil. “This is the one. It’s perfect.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling a sense of certainty wash over you. “Yes, this is the one,” you said, smiling at the reflection and then at the people around you who made this moment even more special.

[...]

The days leading up to the wedding were a whirlwind of activity. Every day brought something new to choose, and your creativity was running dry. You were worn out, and Soonyoung knew it. Today had been particularly exhausting.

As the realtor showed you yet another option for apartments in the Metropole, you responded with short answers, your enthusiasm long gone after visiting sixteen places that day alone.

“So, what do you think?” the realtor asked.

Soonyoung noticed your hesitation. “Can I talk with my wife for a sec?” he asked.

The realtor nodded and walked off, giving you space.

“Y/N-nie... are you okay?” Soonyoung asked softly, looking at you through his lashes.

You sighed, your shoulders slumping. “I’m so tired,” you confessed.

He took a step closer, his voice softening. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You breathed out heavily. “My family is putting a lot of pressure on me, and I’m working relentlessly at the company. I can’t wait for us to get married…”

Soonyoung’s heart sank a little. “You want to get married just to get free from it?”

“No, it’s not just that. It’s everything. The wedding preparations, the constant decisions, the endless work... I feel like I’m drowning.”

He reached out, gently taking your hand. “We don’t have to rush this, you know. We can take our time.”

“But everyone’s expecting so much from us,” you replied, feeling the weight of expectations.

“Let them expect,” he said firmly. “And I want this to be as much about you as it is about us.”

“I just... I don’t want to disappoint anyone,” you admitted.

“You won’t,” Soonyoung assured you. “You’ve already done so much. It’s okay to take a step back and breathe.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a bit lighter. “Alright. Let’s look at this apartment one more time.”

Soonyoung nodded, giving you an encouraging smile. “And if it’s not the one, we’ll keep looking until we find the perfect place for us.”

You laughed softly, the tension easing. “You always know how to make things better.”

“Just doing my job as your soon-to-be husband,” he said playfully.

Soonyoung was doing an incredible job. 

From what you’d heard from friends who had gone through the same situation, they didn’t have partners like Soonyoung. You felt proud of him. 

He was your rock, making sure you took a breath when you were overwhelmed by the slightest things. He even insisted you didn't move a finger during brunch, making you so relaxed that you found the apartment you’d been searching for on the very same day.

The drive home was quiet, the car enveloped in a peaceful silence that allowed you a moment to rest. You laid your head back as he drove, appreciating the tranquility. Once you arrived, you stayed seated for a bit, soaking in the comfort of the quiet.

Soonyoung looked at you, waiting patiently. When you finally looked up, he gave you a gentle smile. “Ready to go in?”

You nodded, feeling a bit more refreshed. “Yeah, let’s go.”

He stepped out of the car and came around to your side, opening the door for you. “Take your time,” he said softly.

You appreciated his patience as you slowly got out of the car. “Thank you, Soonyoung.”

He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the house. “I’m just doing what any good partner would do.”

You leaned into him, feeling grateful for his support. “I don’t think everyone is as lucky as I am.”

He chuckled softly. “Well, I’m pretty lucky too, you know.”

As you entered the house, you felt a sense of relief. The apartment search was over, and you had found the perfect place. More importantly, you had Soonyoung by your side, making every step of this journey easier.

“So, what’s next on our list?” he asked, guiding you to the living room.

You sank into the couch, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up to you. “I think a nap is next on my list.”

He laughed, sitting beside you. “That sounds like a perfect plan.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the day lift off your shoulders. “Wake me up in an hour?”

[...]

The days flew by in a blur with the whirlwind of wedding preparations. It felt like only moments ago you were choosing flowers, tasting cakes, and finalizing guest lists. 

Now, as you stood at the end of the aisle, holding a bouquet in front of Soonyoung, the reality of the moment hit you with full force.

The weight of the dress and the pressure of looking perfect made your hands sweat like never before. You felt like a porcelain doll, perfectly polished and poised.

Soonyoung stood there, his eyes fixed on you with pride. He couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. Here you were, a perfect woman by his side, and even better, an old friend he'd known for years. 

The familiarity of your presence brought him comfort. Despite the fact that you hadn’t really dated, the idea of having someone as pretty and cool as you with him every day made him feel at ease about the whole situation.

As you walked down the aisle, your eyes met his, and a small, reassuring smile played on his lips. He looked stunning in his suit, and the way he stood tall, waiting for you, made your heart flutter. 

You could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes, mirroring your own, but there was also a calmness there, a silent promise that everything would be alright.

When you finally reached him, he extended his hand towards you. He leaned in slightly, whispering just loud enough for you to hear, “You look amazing.”

You blushed, your nerves momentarily forgotten. “Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.”

The vows were sincere, filled with heartfelt words that spoke more to your shared friendship than any romantic notion. Both of you couldn’t help but giggle as you remembered all the crazy things you’d done together as kids. 

Your minds flashed to the time you stole sweets from an event or when you both jumped into a water fountain during an important dinner with company directors.

As the officiant declared you husband and wife, all of these memories became a sweet reverie. You leaned in and whispered with a playful glint in your eye, “Are you going to kiss my lips or my cheek?”

Soonyoung blushed, clearly caught off guard by the question. A kiss on the cheek was typical in such moments since most arranged couples didn’t share a romantic bond. He stammered for a moment, his face flushing a deep shade of pink.

“Well… uh… I suppose the cheek would be safe,” he mumbled, eyes darting nervously.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, leaning closer. “But where’s the fun in that, Soonyoung?”

He looked at you, his eyes widening slightly. The playful challenge in your gaze gave him the courage he needed. With a deep breath, he moved in, his hand gently cupping your face.

“I think I’ll go for the lips,” he whispered back, his voice steadying.

The crowd held its breath as Soonyoung leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was a simple kiss, not passionate, but filled with the warmth of years of friendship and the promise of a shared future. The applause that followed was thunderous, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his lips against yours.

As you pulled away, you both wore matching grins. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased,

He laughed, shaking his head. “Not bad at all. Actually, it was kind of nice.”

You linked arms, turning to face the crowd together. Your parents looked relieved and proud, while your friends were cheering loudly, clearly entertained by the spectacle. Soonyoung’s eyes met yours again, and there was a newfound spark there, full of possibilities.

As you both shared champagne with your parents, Soonyoung playfully asked, "No tequila tonight?" You were about to respond when his mom's voice cut in, "Tequila?"

Soonyoung’s eyes widened, and his mouth twisted into a frown as he tried to suppress his laughter. You quickly improvised, "Huh, h-he meant... tacos! We had tacos with tequila last time, remember?" You forced a smile, hoping it sounded convincing enough. His mom seemed satisfied with the answer, nodding along.

After mingling with guests—aka talking with people from work about the next meeting—you finally found a moment to escape the spotlight. You and Soonyoung crouched behind the kitchen, hiding from the crowd. The chefs chuckled at the sight of the newlyweds sneaking bites of food, but they made sure to hand you the best eats, knowing how overwhelming the day could be.

Soonyoung grinned, playfully nudging you. "We're so used to doing this at parties that we're practically pros now."

You nodded in agreement, a mischievous smile on your face. "Even though it's our own wedding party," you said, shaking your head in disbelief.

He chuckled, looking at the gold ring on your finger with a sense of wonder. "Our wedding... I still can't believe it. Oh my god, we're grown adults now."

You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching out to pat his head mockingly. "We've been grown adults for... kind of a long time already," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, then leaned in closer, his voice softening. "Yeah, but it feels different now. Like, we're really starting something new."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. It was true. The reality of your situation was sinking in, but in a way, it felt comforting. You had each other, and that made everything seem a little less daunting. As you sat there, hidden away from the chaos of the celebration, it struck you how much you appreciated this moment—just the two of you, stealing away for a breather.

“Shall we follow tradition?” Soonyoung asks, a playful glint in his eyes. You frown, confused, as he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a bottle of tequila.

“Should tequila be kept in the fridge?” you ask, laughing at the sight.

“I hope so,” he replies, pouring the liquid into a cup. “This one is expensive.”

You raise an eyebrow, taking the cup from him. “The cheapest has the same effect,” you say, waiting for him to pour his own.

He chuckles, raising his glass. “But today’s a special day. We deserve the good stuff.”

You laugh it off, crossing your arms before taking the shot together. The familiar burn makes you both scrunch up your faces.

The wedding party was truly one of a kind. You and Soonyoung were a bit too excited, turning the waltz space into a wild dance floor. 

At first, your parents were too embarrassed to join, especially at the sight of Soonyoung twerking on you. But soon, even the directors and business partners were on the dance floor, dancing and drinking extravagantly.

[...]

The next morning, you and Soonyoung were woken up by the buzzing of your phones. 

Your makeup was smudged and stamped on the pillow, and you were still in your wedding dress. You scratched your scalp, feeling the bobby pins still tangled in your hair. 

Soonyoung was no better; his shirt was unbuttoned to his belly button, his tie was loosened around his neck, and his hair looked like a bird's nest. He scratched his forehead groggily. Despite sharing the same bed, you both seemed unbothered by it.

You grabbed your phone and saw the company group chat flooded with messages:

“Wow, last night was incredible! Congrats to the newlyweds!”

“I can't believe we all danced that much! My feet are killing me. :')”

“Best wedding party ever! So happy for you guys!”

“My head is pounding, but it was totally worth it. ^^ Cheers to you both!”

“I’m still recovering from all that dancing. What a party!”

“Never thought I’d see the CEO breakdancing. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ”

You couldn't help but smile at the messages, as Soonyoung peeked over your shoulder, a sleepy grin spreading across his face.

“My head hurts,” Soonyoung complains, rubbing his temples.

You adjust the corset of your dress, feeling the tightness around your ribs. "My ribs are squeezed," you grumble, wincing as you try to get comfortable. "I can't believe I slept in this."

He yawns, glancing down at your leg. "You even kept the garter on," he points out, noticing the delicate band still around your thigh.

You crack your neck, feeling the weight of the long night. "Your sister gave it to me, so I put it on," you explain, lifting the voluminous skirt to reveal the bridal garter.

His eyes widen comically. "My sister?! Is there something I don't know?"

You frown at him, a bit confused. "You don’t know about the tradition?"

Soonyoung looks a bit lost, scratching his head. "I mean, it’s my first time getting married."

You sigh, laying back down. "Traditionally, the groom is supposed to take it off when... taking the virginity," you explain, watching his face turn a shade of pink.

His eyes dart around nervously, processing the information. "So... my sister thought I was... a virgin?"

You shrug, teasing, "Probably. Are you?"

He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Definitely not. And you?"

You raise an eyebrow, smirking. "Nope. Sorry to disappoint."

He chuckles, finally relaxing. "Good to know. Not that it matters, but... it's funny to think about how everyone just assumes stuff."

“Are you going to take it off?” you tease, stretching your leg up and wiggling your foot playfully. Your eyes glint mischievously as you watch Soonyoung’s reaction.

He scoffs, but a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “What, you mean right now?” His eyes flicker to your thigh, then quickly back up to your face, trying to gauge if you’re serious or just messing with him.

You arch an eyebrow, maintaining your playful expression. “Why not? It’s tradition, right? Don’t you want to fulfill your husbandly duties?” You stretch your leg out further, making the garter more visible.

Soonyoung chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, but there’s a sparkle of joy in his eyes. He reaches out hesitantly, his fingers brushing lightly against your thigh. The touch sends a shiver to your skin, and you can’t help but giggle.

“What’s the matter?” you prod, your voice dripping with mock innocence. “You’re not getting cold feet, are you?”

He rolls his eyes, trying to suppress a laugh. “Not at all,” 

You bute your lip as his fingers graze the lacy fabric of the garter. His touch is feather-light, almost ticklish, and you squirm a bit under his hand.

Soonyoung smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction. “You’re squirming,” he notes, his voice low and teasing. “Does that mean you’re nervous?”

You scoff, shaking your head. “Me? Nervous? Please,” you retort, trying to sound confident despite the rapid beating of your heart. “I’m just surprised you’re taking so long. I thought you’d be an expert at this.”

He chuckles, sliding his hand a bit higher up your thigh, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh, I am,” he replies smoothly. “Just savoring the moment.”

“Well, don’t take too long,” you murmur, your voice softening slightly. “We wouldn’t want to miss out on any other wedding traditions.”

Soonyoung grins, his fingers hooking under the garter. “Right, can’t forget those,” he says, his voice tinged with a hint of naughtiness. 

He gently tugs on the garter, slowly sliding it down your leg, his eyes never leaving yours. 

As he finally slips the garter off, he holds it up triumphantly, a goofy grin on his face. “There, tradition fulfilled,” he declares, waving the garter like a trophy.

You laugh, shaking your head at his antics. “Congratulations,” you say, clapping mockingly. “You’ve successfully removed a piece of elastic lace. Truly, a remarkable achievement.”

He bows dramatically, playing along. “Thank you, thank you,” he says, flashing you a cheeky smile. “It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.”

You can’t help but laugh, the light-hearted banter making the moment feel even more special. Soonyoung’s hand lingers on your leg for a moment longer before he finally lets go.

As Soonyoung gets up, stretching his arms with a yawn, he announces, "I'm going to take a bath." He heads towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You sit up, still feeling the effects of last night's festivities, and shout after him, “Ya! Ladies first!”

From behind the closed door, you hear Soonyoung's laughter echo in the bathroom. “Sorry, didn’t hear you over the sound of me already starting the water!” he calls back, his voice filled with playful defiance.

You shake your head, smiling to yourself. It’s these little moments that make everything feel so natural and easy with him. After a few minutes, you hear the sound of running water stop, and Soonyoung emerges from the bathroom, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.

“All yours,” he says, grinning. “I left some hot water for you, too.”

You roll your eyes playfully, grabbing your toiletries and heading into the bathroom. The warm water is a welcome relief, washing away the remnants of makeup and the night's events. After a quick shower, you step out feeling slightly more human, though the hangover still lingers.

As you both finish getting ready, the thought of breakfast crosses your mind. However, just the idea of food makes your stomach churn. The hotel's breakfast spread is typically lavish, but today, the thought of greasy bacon and pastries is anything but appetizing.

Soonyoung, dressed in a casual outfit, catches your expression as you look at the food options. “Yeah, not feeling it either,” he says, rubbing his temple. “Let's skip it.”

You nod in agreement, both of you opting for just a coffee to stave off the worst of the hangover. With minimal conversation, you gather your belongings, checking out of the hotel and heading straight to the airport.

But one thing you definitely didn’t expect was Soonyoung falling asleep on your shoulder within the first thirty minutes of the flight. His head rested heavily against you, and his hand, seemingly by accident, was placed on your thigh. 

As he softly snored, you couldn’t help but chuckle at how comfortable he looked. Anyone passing by would probably think you two were an old married couple, so naturally attuned to each other.

His head's weight pressed down on your shoulder, a constant reminder of his presence. Every now and then, you felt him subconsciously moisturizing his lips, a small, almost imperceptible movement that somehow made the moment even more cute.

You glanced at the small TV screen in front of you, trying to focus on the movie playing. It was a romance novel adaptation, the kind with sweeping gestures and grand declarations of love.

Normally, you might have rolled your eyes at the cliché, but with Soonyoung sleeping peacefully beside you, it felt oddly fitting.

As the plane cruised through the sky, you found yourself getting lost in the storyline, occasionally glancing at Soonyoung. His breathing was steady, a gentle rhythm that added to the soothing hum of the plane. 

You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable without disturbing him, but his hand tightened instinctively on your thigh, holding you in place. It was a small, protective gesture that made your heart flutter.

What you loved the most was when Soonyoung finally woke up, blinking sleepily and then immediately apologizing. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, his face flushed with embarrassment. You chuckled, assuring him it was okay, that he had every right to rest. He seemed genuinely mortified, even offering, “You can sleep on my shoulder too, I promise.”

You smiled at his earnestness, brushing it off with a light, “Maybe on the way back, then,” as the announcement came that you were about to land.

Once you arrived, Soonyoung was quick to grab the suitcases from the taxi, his efficiency a comfort as you made your way to the hotel's check-in counter.

The concierge’s eyes seemed to linger on you a little too long, his gaze sliding over your sundress and perhaps admiring more than just the attire. 

As you waited for the receptionist, the concierge leaned casually on the counter, offering a friendly, yet slightly flirtatious, smile.

“First time here, ma’am?” he asked, his tone smooth and inviting.

“Well, yes...” you replied, keeping your voice polite but detached. You could feel the weight of his attention and tried to subtly stretch your hand, making sure the gold ring on your finger was clearly visible.

The concierge didn’t seem to get the hint, or perhaps he chose to ignore it. “You’re in for a treat. We’ve got some wonderful spots for—”

Before he could continue, you felt Soonyoung's presence behind you, a comforting warmth at your back. His body pressed lightly against yours, a subtle yet possessive gesture that didn’t go unnoticed. His hand slipped around your waist, resting just below your belly, the touch gentle but unmistakably protective.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Everything alright?” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity and a subtle edge.

You could almost feel the shift in the air. The concierge straightened up, his expression flickering between surprise and a polite smile. “Oh, just making sure your stay is perfect,” he said, his tone now more professional, eyes darting between you and Soonyoung.

“Thank you,” Soonyoung replied, his voice steady. His hand didn’t move from its spot on your belly, and the slight squeeze he gave was enough to send a clear message. You leaned back into him, feeling a rush of warmth at his silent claim.

The receptionist finally returned with your room keys, handing them over with a bright, “Welcome to our hotel! We hope you enjoy your stay.” With the keys in hand, you and Soonyoung made your way to the elevator.

As the doors closed, sealing you both from the world outside, you turned to Soonyoung with a smirk. “Looks like someone’s a little possessive.”

He grinned back, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just making sure everyone knows you’re taken.”

You tease him back with a playful smirk. “Well, it’s just a business marriage. You shouldn’t worry about stuff like that,” you say, your tone light and slightly mocking.

Soonyoung scoffs, turning his gaze to the side with a dramatic sigh. “You’re such an idiot,” he mocks, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“An idiot, hm?” you counter, crossing your arms with a smirk. “Well, I’m an idiot you agreed to marry, so I guess that makes you twice the fool.”

He raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Sharp tongue of yours, huh?”

You nod, feigning innocence. “What can I say? I’ve had years of practice.”

Soonyoung leans in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, it’s a shame. I was really looking forward to giving you something special once we got to our hotel room.”

Your curiosity piques immediately. “Something special? Like what?”

He grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Oh, just something that’ll make you remember tonight.”

You raise an eyebrow, trying to gauge his meaning. “Something that’ll make me remember tonight, huh? Care to elaborate?”

Soonyoung chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, I think you already know what I’m talking about.”

You narrow your eyes, playfully challenging him. “Do I? Because you’re being awfully vague.”

He leans back, enjoying the game. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

The teasing glint in his eyes only fuels your curiosity further. You know exactly what he’s implying, but you play along, eager to hear him say it outright.

“So,” you press, “what is it? Can you give me a hint?”

Soonyoung’s grin widens, clearly relishing the moment. “Let’s just say it’s something that’ll make you very excited. And not just because of the hotel’s decor.”

You roll your eyes, laughing softly. “Alright, alright. I get it. You’re being all mysterious.”

You sulk, trailing behind Soonyoung as he walks down the hallway toward your room. “Tell me, pleeeease,” you plead.

Soonyoung glances back at you with a mischievous smile. “Nope, not telling,” he says, his grin widening as he enjoys your insistence.

When you reach the door, Soonyoung unlocks it and pushes it open, gesturing for you to enter. You walk in, your eyes scanning the room briefly, but your focus quickly returns to Soonyoung. He places the suitcases by the door and then hops onto the bed, sprawling out with a relaxed sigh.

You stay standing by the door, your arms crossed over your chest, giving him a sulky, upset look. 

“So,” Soonyoung says with a defiant glare, “am I forgetting something?”

You pout, trying to look as curious and frustrated as possible. “You’ve got me curious,” you admit, your eyes wide.

He laughs, brushing his hand through his hair with a playful sigh. “You’re almost throwing a tantrum over this?”

Soonyoung slides his hand down his abdomen slowly, getting lower and lower, until he's wrapping his fingers around his cock through his white shorts. The outline is clear, thick, and perfectly defined against the fabric.

He gives it a little shake, a sly smile playing on his lips as he watches your reaction.

You stare at him in shock, your knees almost giving way as you take in the sight. Your mouth opens slightly, but no words come out as you struggle to process what you're seeing.

Soonyoung’s smile widens, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. “Are you surprised?”

He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Well, I figured it was time to give you a little hint,” he says, his hand still resting casually on his bulge. “So, do you think you’re ready to find out what else I have in store for tonight?”

You stammer, unable to look away from the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric of his shorts. “Do we have to wait until nightfall?”

Soonyoung licks his lips, his gaze never leaving you. “Oh,” he drawls, “but you have to walk properly tonight, so we can go to the restaurant.”

Your eyes darken, a fire igniting within you. “You think I can’t handle all of this inside?” 

He raises an eyebrows. “You shouldn’t,” he says, his voice dripping with devilishness. “It’s just a business wedding, after all.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Just a business wedding, huh? You really want to test me?”

Soonyoung chuckles, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. “That’s right. Let’s see if you can keep your composure while we enjoy a nice dinner.”

You take a deep breath, feeling a rush of adrenaline. “Challenge accepted,” 

You’ve never been so turned on by someone’s mere presence before. The entire city tour was a cruel game of torture, all at Soonyoung’s hands. 

In the taxi, his hand had wandered to your nude thigh, brushing against your skin like a feather. The way his fingers lightly caressed your inner leg made your heart race and your breath catch. 

At the restaurant, the casual caresses continued. His leg pressed against yours under the table, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

The warmth of his skin against yours, the way he would occasionally let his knee slide up your thigh—each movement was like an electric current surging through you, leaving you squirming in your seat.

Walking through the jewelry fair was an exercise in restraint. As you admired the sparkling displays, Soonyoung’s hands kept drifting to the exposed skin of your back. His touch was light, almost playful, but each graze against your bare skin made you shiver with need. 

You could barely focus on the dazzling jewels in front of you; your mind was consumed with the need for him.

By the time you were back in the elevator, you felt like you were on the edge of losing control. You could feel his eyes on you, sharp and hungry, as you pressed yourself against the wall. 

You turned your face away, but you couldn’t hide the truth from him. Your nipples, straining against your dress, betrayed your arousal. Your legs, pressed tightly together, were a clear sign of your desperation. Even your unsteady breaths gave you away.

When you finally arrived at the hotel room, you barely made it inside before your desperation took over. 

You throw him against the wall, hands planted firmly on his chest. The sound reverberates through the room, probably making the neighbors wonder what the hell is going on. His usually small eyes are wide, staring at you flaggerblasted. 

Your breath mingles with his as you lean in, letting your lips barely graze his. Your voice comes out breathy, almost desperate, “Please. Stop teasing me.”

For a moment, he's stunned, caught off guard by the whininess in your voice and the look on your face—like you might break if he doesn't give you what you need right now.

It's a twisted scenario, considering you're his childhood friend turned wife is standing before him with an expression that borders on agony—an agony only he can alleviate.

For a moment, he looks like he might laugh, but he knows he's on the verge of losing all sense of control, but a part of him relishes the idea. 

“Say it again,” he murmurs. He knows he's playing with fire, but he can't resist the thrill. His lips barely brush against yours, teasing, taunting.

“Soonyoung, I'm going to fucking cry if you don't—”

“Hold it,” he commands,you shudder, your breath hitching as he lifts your dress. And you comply, bunching the fabric in your fists to keep it out of the way. 

His hand slides down the front of your panties, and your head falls back. 

Soonyoung leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear. “You’re so fucking impatient,” he growls. 

His fingers slide through your slick folds, finding you wet and wanting, throbbing everytime he rubs his fat fingers on you. “You’ve never even tasted my cock, and you’re already obsessed, huh?” He presses his thumb against your clit, making you gasp. “You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You whimper, your hips bucking against his hand. You can barely think straight. “Please, Soonyoung,” you beg again, your voice cracking.

He chuckles darkly, clearly relishing your desperation. “You want my cock so bad, don't you?” His fingers slide inside you, curling just right, and you cry out. “You want me to fuck you senseless? Make you scream my name?”

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper. The words spill out of you, unfiltered and raw. “I want you to ruin me.”

“You’ve never had anyone fill you up like I will,” he says. “I’m gonna stretch you out so good, baby. You’ll be begging for more, even when you can’t take it.”

The dirty talk, the sheer vulgarity of his words, makes you even wetter. You feel like you're on the verge of losing control, and it's rousing. 

Soonyoung's fingers pump in and out of you, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. His thumb rubs relentless circles on your clit, and you can feel the tension building, winding tighter and tighter.

“You’re gonna cum on my fingers first,” he whispers. “And then I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for days. Is that what you want, baby? To be fucked so good, you can’t even think about anything else?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you pant, your voice high and desperate. You can feel the orgasm building, Soonyoung's touch is all-consuming, driving you wild with every stroke.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs.“So eager to please. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

Here and there, Soonyoung is driving you insane with his body affixed to the wall, one strong arm holding your leg up. His wrist swiveling to match his fingers as they explore your weeping cunt and his repetitive rubbing of the areas that cause you to roll your eyes. 

You cry out, gasping as you roll your hips onto his fingers, the orgasm making you forget what would be appropriate at the time. Soonyoung's fingers work you through it, drawing out every last drop of you.

As you come down from the high, you realize you're still clinging to him, fingers deep on his muscular shoulders, your breaths coming in hiccups. Soonyoung pulls his fingers out of you, and you feel a pang of loss.

Your legs feel like jelly, and you can barely stand. Soonyoung catches you, pulling you close. 

Soonyoung's eyes rake over you, his smirk widening as he takes in the sight of your trembling legs. “You're trembling,” he chuckle. His gaze drops to the slick mess between your thighs, and he bites his lip, clearly reveling in the sight. “Better than this... you're literally dripping,” appreciating. 

He lets your leg down, holding you firmly as he guides you back onto the bed. The plush mattress sinks under your weight.

“God forgive me,” he continues, “but if our mothers weren't in that dressing room that day, I would've fucked you right there in the store. With that princess veil of yours... I would've pinned you against the mirror and made you scream my name.”

Your mouth falls open. The image of him taking you into that bridal shop, surrounded by white lace and satin, ​​hitting you like a punch to the gut.

You're not sure what shocks you more: his bold declaration or the way your body reacts to it, growing wetter with every word.

He smirks at your reaction.

“What's the matter, princess? Cat got your tongue?" He teases. His fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. “Or are you just too turned on to speak?"

He's right; you're completely at his mercy, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a response.

He strips off his shirt, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso, then shucks off his shorts. His erection strains against the fabric of his boxers, and he groans, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he palms himself.

“I could've fucked you on that altar,” he visualize. "In front of all those guests. Just to show everyone that no matter how arranged this marriage was, you're mine. No one else's.”

He opens his eyes, locking onto yours. “I would've spread you open right there, had you screaming my name, showing them all who you belong to."

His dirty words, the way he claims you with every syllable, makes your head spin.

Soonyoung's hand moves over his bulge, his eyes never leaving yours. “You don't even know how much I've wanted you,” he hisses. “How much I want to fuck you senseless, make you mine in every way.”

He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. “And tonight, I'm going to do just that. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget about everyone else. Just me, and this cock inside you, filling you up until you can't think straight.”

You squirm, your body responding to his filthy promises. You can't tear your eyes away from him, your mind racing with the possibilities of what the night holds. 

Soonyoung's fingers brush against the hem of your dress, and you shudder at the contact. “Take it off,” he orders, his voice rough. “I want you naked, spread out on this bed, ready for me.” His eyes bore into yours, and you know he's not just asking—he's demanding. 

You slip your dress over your head, tossing it aside as you finally catch sight of Soonyoung completely naked. His hand moves over his erection, the cockhead glistening with precum. The sight makes you lick your lips.

“Can you—” he starts to ask, but you cut him off, not needing him to finish.

“Yes!” you nearly moan. His eyes darken, a smirk playing on his lips as you drop to your knees in front of him.

You take a moment to appreciate the sight before you. His cock is thick and veined, the head an angry red, glossy with precum. You can almost taste it just from looking.

Tentatively, you lean in and press a soft kiss to the tip, tasting the salty precum on your tongue. It's musky and slightly bitter, but it makes you want to choke on this cock. You swirl your tongue around the head, savoring the taste and the way his breath hitches above you.

Soonyoung's hand tangles in your hair, guiding you closer. “Yes, baby,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “Just like that.”

Encouraged by his reaction, you take him deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching around his girth. The texture of his cock is smooth yet rigid, the veins pulsating against your tongue. You hollow your cheeks, creating a tight seal as you bob your head, taking more of him with each movement.

His hips jerk forward involuntarily, and you hear a strangled moan escape his lips. “Shit, that feels so good,” he pants, his grip on your hair tightening. You look up at him through your lashes, your eyes meeting his. The sight of him looking down at you, his face twisted in pleasure, spurs you on.

You slide your hand up his thigh, wrapping it around the base of his cock to stroke what you can't fit in your mouth. Your other hand cups his balls, gently massaging them as you continue to suck him. 

You hum around his length, sending vibrations through him. He shudders, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. “You're so fucking good at this,” he praises, his voice breathless. “So eager, so perfect.”

You moan around his cock at the praise. You take him deeper, pushing your limits as you feel him hit the back of your throat. You gag slightly but push through, wanting to please him, wanting to show him how much you want this.

“Y/N,” he gasps, his hips bucking forward again. “You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that.”His voice is strained, you don't know if he's warning you or if he's desperate.

You don't let up, doubling your efforts. You suck harder, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head every time you pull back. Your hand continues to pump the base of his cock, matching the rhythm of your mouth. You can feel him throbbing, his cock pulsing with need.

Soonyoung's moans grow louder, more desperate. His breaths come in uneven pants, his body tense with the need for release. “Fuck, Y/N, I'm so close,” he warns, his voice breaking.

You look up at him, your eyes locking with his as you take him even deeper. You want to see him come undone, to watch him lose control because of you. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and with one last swirl of your tongue, he lets out a choked moan.

He comes hard, his hips jerking as he spills into your mouth. The taste of his release floods your senses, warm and salty. You swallow every drop, savoring the way he trembles above you. His hand in your hair tightens, holding you in place as he rides out his orgasm.

His hand gently strokes your hair after, a contrast to the rough grip from moments before. You pull back, licking your lips and savoring the last taste of him.

He lifts you up effortlessly, his lips crashing into yours. He doesn't care that his cock was just in your mouth seconds ago or that his cum lingers on your tongue. The taste of himself on your lips makes him moan, the sound vibrating between you.

After a moment, he pulls back, one hand wrapping around your throat, not tight but firm enough to make you feel his presence. His eyes bore into yours, as he licks his sensitive lips.

“You were sucking me so good,” he rasps, “that I almost said ‘I love you’.” 

A laugh bursts out of you, hearty and genuine, and he watches you with a smirk. 

“I swear,” he continues, his tone playful. “if I'd known marrying you would come with benefits like this, I would've done it way sooner.” “I feel like I owe you something after that blowjob,” he says, his voice dropping into a deeper, more sultry tone.

You bite your lip, a dirty thought flashing through your mind, and Soonyoung picks up on it immediately. Soonyoung's gaze narrows, reading the filth in your expression

“What is it? What do you want?” he asks excitedly.

“Can you fuck me… doggy style?” you ask.

“Yes, I can,” The corners of his mouth twitch, barely holding back a grin.

You look up, pretending to be lost in thought, then say, “Can you fuck me in missionary?”

He nods again, biting his lip, his grip on your throat tightening just a little.

“Can you fuck me inside… the shower?” 

He presses you tightly against him, his hand gripping your waist possessively, but your gaze still eating him whole. 

“I can fuck you upside down, sideways, any way you want, baby,” he answers, his voice steady and confident. “Just say the word, and I'll make it happen.”

You moan in response. Too early to say that you're already dumb for his cock?

“Get on all fours and lift that pretty ass for me.”

As you crawl up the bed, you make sure to put on a show. You arch your back, lifting your ass higher, giving Soonyoung the view he wants. You wiggle it a little, teasing him. 

The motion makes your pussy lips part slightly, already slick and ready for him. You can feel his eyes on you, burning with thirst. Without warning, his hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp. You let out a yelp. You know that mark will be there tomorrow, like a postmark, like a stamp, like a reminder of this moment, and the thought makes you even wetter.

He moves behind you, the bed dipping under his weight. You feel his hands on your hips, gripping you firmly as he positions himself. You can't help but push back against him, seeking more contact.

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters, running his hands over the curves of your ass, squeezing the flesh and kneading it roughly. He spreads you open, taking in the sight of your wetness.  “Look at how ready you are for me. You're dripping, baby.”

You moan, pushing back against him, desperate for more. “Please, Soonyoung, I need you.”

“Fuck, you sound so desperate,” he taunts, positioning himself behind you. His cock slides against your folds, teasing you, making you whimper. “Beg for it. Beg for my cock.”

“Please, Soonyoung, fuck me,” you whine. “I need your cock inside me, please. I can’t wait any longer.”

He doesn't tease, doesn't make you wait any longer. He thrusts in with one hard, deep stroke, filling you completely. The sudden intrusion makes you cry out, a slight discomfort as your walls stretch around him. But it makes your toes curl. 

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, gripping your hips as he starts to move. “So fucking tight and wet for me. You feel that? That’s my cock stretching your pussy.”

You moan loudly, the pleasure building with each thrust. “Yes, Soonyoung, I feel it. It feels so good. Fuck me harder.”

He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. The sudden burst of pleasure makes you gasp, your body jolting.

He pulls back slowly, only to slam back in, setting a rough, punishing rhythm, making you roll your eyes back.

He's so deep, hitting spots you didn't even know existed. Each thrust makes you see stars, and you can't help but moan loudly, not caring if the entire hotel hears you. The stretch, the fullness, it's all so overwhelming, so fucking good.

“Come on,” he urges, voice a low growl. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze this cock.”

It's all too much. The feel of his cock, his fingers on your clit, the dirty words spilling from his lips—it all sends you over the edge. The second orgasm of the night making you feel already exhausted. Your voice hoarse, as you feel yourself sloppier between your legs. 

There's no mercy in his movements; he's fucking you through your high, pushing you beyond your limits. Each time he hits your cervix, a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain ripples through you, making your arms tremble uncontrollably.

You try to hold yourself up, but your strength falters. With a soft cry, your arms give out, and your chest falls against the bed. Soonyoung lets out a low chuckle, a smug grin spreading across his face as he watches you crumble beneath him. Even with your body slack, you're impossibly tight around him, your pussy squeezing him like a vice. 

Soonyoung’s hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continues to pound into you from behind. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, stretching you, making your walls clench involuntarily around him. 

He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear, and you can hear the pride in his voice as he coos, “Aww, look at you. So fucking helpless, so fucking wrecked. You can’t even hold yourself up, can you?” 

You can barely muster a response, a breathy whimper escaping your lips as you feel the tears start to stream down your cheeks. It’s an almost incredulous feeling, the tears mixing with the sweat on your face. 

You’ve never been fucked like this before, never been pushed to the brink and then beyond, your body betraying you as it trembles under his control. It’s a raw, visceral experience that leaves you gasping for air, your mind a hazy blur of feel.

Soonyoung notices the tears, and his smirk grows wider. “Look at you, crying for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “Is it too much, baby? Too fucking good? Love being fucked so hard you can’t even think straight?” 

His hand moves from your hip to your hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling your head back, forcing you to arch your back even more. The angle shifts, and he hits that perfect spot inside you, making you moan loudly, your voice cracking with the intensity of it all.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, his hips snapping forward with even more force. “God, you’re squeezing me so fucking hard. It’s like your pussy doesn’t want to let me go.” He punctuates his words with deep, hard thrusts that leave you reeling, each one sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through your body.

“So pretty when you cry,” he continues, his tone almost taunting. “I could do this all day, just watch you fall apart on my cock” His words are filthy, degrading, but they ignite something inside you, a desperate need for more. 

The way he speaks to you, the way he claims you with each word and each thrust, is addictive.

You can’t hold back your sobs. “Please,” you manage to choke out, not even sure what you’re begging for anymore. 

More, less, anything—just something to ease the dizzying sensation coursing through you.

He laughs softly, a dark, knowing sound that makes your skin prickle. “Please what, baby? You want me to stop? You want me to fuck you harder?” 

He pulls out almost completely, the emptiness leaving you gasping, and then slams back in with a force that makes your whole body jolt.

“You’re so fucking greedy. Can’t get enough, can you? You want this cock to ruin you, want me to fuck you so good you’ll feel it for days.”

All you can do is moan and sob, your body shuddering with each thrust as he pounds into you. The bed creaks under the force of his movements, it’s dirty, raw, and utterly nasty.

“Gonna make you cum again,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. 

And as you feel the tension building inside you again, that familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your belly—you know he’s right.

He lays you gently on the bed, your back sinking into the mattress. Your face, flushed and glistening with sweat, looks completely wrecked, completely exhausted. Soonyoung feels a brief flicker of pity, but it quickly dissipates as you babble out your dirty words, barely coherent but dripping with need. “Please... Soonyoung... more, need you so bad... fuck…”

He smirks, spreading your wobbly legs apart, exposing the slick, swollen mess between them. “You can barely form a sentence, and yet you still want more.”

He slides his cock back inside you, stretching you open once more. 

Soonyoung's thumb finds your clit again, and he begins to work it in slow, light-touch circles. The sensation is maddening, a delicious contrast to the deep, methodical thrusts of his cock. 

He watches your face intently, drinking in every expression, every gasp and whimper."That's it, baby," he coos. “Let me see that pretty face when you cum.”

You can barely keep your eyes open, your body overly sensitive from the previous orgasms, but he doesn't let up.

His other hand moves to your chest, fondling your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple before sliding up to wrap around your throat. This time, the grip is firm, real, and you can feel the delicious pressure as he chokes you just enough to make your head spin.

He leans in closer, his eyes never leaving your face. 

You cling to him, your arms wrapping tightly around his body, pulling him closer as if you could merge with him, become one. The scent of sweat and skin mingling in the air—it all consumes you. 

Your body is trembling, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core, a white-hot band of pressure that threatens to snap. Soonyoung's moans are louder now, but they seem distant, like they're coming from underwater, muffled by the roaring in your ears.

His pace quickens, and you feel yourself losing control, your mind slipping away from the physical world. The room, the bed, even Soonyoung—all of it fades into the background. 

There's only the blinding, all-encompassing pleasure that fills every nerve, every cell in your body. It's like being pulled under a wave, the sensation crashing over you with a force that's almost violent.

Your thighs tremble uncontrollably, and you can feel the muscles in your abdomen clenching, the buildup to your orgasm reaching its peak.

And then, it hits. The climax rips through you, a white-hot explosion that leaves you gasping, the world narrowing down to the blinding sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure. 

Your back arches off the bed, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your vision goes white. The intensity is mind-numbing, erasing everything else from your mind except the overwhelming euphoria that pulses through you.

Your body shakes with the force of it, your legs quivering, toes curling as the pleasure radiates outward from your core. You can feel the slickness between your thighs, the way your walls flutter and squeeze around Soonyoung, pulling him deeper inside you. 

Soonyoung's name falls from your lips in a choked sob, your voice hoarse and trembling. 

You slowly come back to reality, feeling the weight of Soonyoung's body on top of you, his cum warm and sticky between your bellies.

Soonyoung pants loudly, trying to catch his breath. He lifts his head slightly to look at you, concern flickering in his eyes despite the satisfied smile on his lips. “You okay, wifey?” he asks.

You manage a weak smile, still feeling the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. “I’m okay, hubby,”

His smile widens, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he murmurs. “You were amazing.”

You chuckle softly, the sound a bit strained. “You weren’t too bad yourself,” you tease, your hand coming up to rest on his back, feeling the muscles still taut from effort.

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your own. “Glad I could satisfy my wife on our first night together,” 

“Think we should clean up?” Soonyoung asks after a while.

“Probably,” you agree, though neither of you makes a move to get up just yet. You’re too content, too wrapped up in the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence.

Eventually, with a reluctant sigh, Soonyoung shifts, carefully pulling away from you. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver slightly. He helps you sit up, his hands gentle and supportive as you both make your way to the bathroom.

The weight of the wedding ring on your finger feels heavier now, more symbolic than ever. It’s not just a piece of jewelry; it’s a constant reminder of the commitment you’ve made and the life you’re building together.

Soonyoung, despite his own exhaustion, is kneeling beside the tub, gently washing you. His focused expression as he works to make sure you’re clean and comfortable. The sight of him, so dedicated and caring, makes your heart swell.

You feel a pang of guilt as you see the tiredness etched on his face, a reminder of how much he’s given for you, both physically and emotionally. Your legs, still trembling from the aftermath of the passion, had given up on you, leaving you reliant on him. The thought of him taking care of you, even in his weariness, makes you feel both grateful and a bit ashamed.

“Hey,” you say softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “You don’t have to do this. I can manage on my own.”

Soonyoung looks up at you, his eyes softening as he smiles. “I want to,” he says quietly. “You took care of me earlier, and now it’s my turn to take care of you. Besides, it’s kind of nice, being able to do this for you.”

You look him in the eye and sense the truth in his words. His warm, comforting smile belies the weariness that is evident in the lines on his face. 

[...]

As you and Soonyoung lie together in bed, the room is quiet except for the soft rustling of the sheets and the occasional sigh from either of you. The memories of what just happened still lingers in the air, making both of you feel a bit shy and stunned.

As Soonyoung lays his head on your chest, you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. He sighs contentedly, his fingers lightly tracing patterns around your breast. 

“So,” he begins, his voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of playfulness, “when I hinted at what I wanted, I honestly didn’t think you'd go for it. I was kind of... hoping, but also preparing for a rejection.”

You chuckle softly, your fingers running through his hair. “Oh really? And why not?”

“Well, for one, you’re ridiculously hot. I didn’t think you’d be that into it right off the bat.”

You giggle, feeling a rush of confidence. “Oh, come on. Why wouldn’t I? You’re hot, and let’s be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing.”

“Damn, so you think I’m hot, huh? And here I was thinking I’d have to put in a little more effort.” He rises to look at you, but you make him lay again, your cheeks flushed.

“I can’t believe we managed to go from ‘I do’ to ‘Let’s fuck’ in just a few days. We really don’t waste any time, do we?” You say, grinning. 

“Yeah, I guess I underestimated how much I’d resist you, but I knew I was in trouble from the moment we got married… I thought I’d be a strong soldier, holding out a bit longer.”

He hums thinking. 

“I’m surprised I managed to hold out for as long as I did.” he finishes.

You raise an eyebrow, a naughty smile playing on your lips. "Well, I guess you’re not as disciplined as you thought. Seems like you fell for me quicker than you’d like to admit.”

Soonyoung’s eyes sparkle. “You’ve got me completely hooked.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, your hand resting on his cheek. “Poor soldier. Captured by the enemy and all. What will you do now?”

He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. "I guess I’ll just have to surrender to you completely.”

“Even the strongest can fall. And let’s be real, I’m pretty good at making sure my soldiers surrender.” You shrugged, smirking. 

He bursts into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. “Damn, you really know how to make a guy feel like a total pushover.”

“I plan on keeping you hooked, you know—well, at least until the next time we have a ‘conversation’ like tonight."