dear soulmate ( dong sicheng/winwin )
sicheng x male reader
just boys falling in love tbh <3
content : 0.6k words, fluffy fluffy
( a/n ) this one's for the lauvers !!!! this is kinda short - im listening to laufey today and she gives me writing motivation so this winwin fluff was born in between the other fics im working on
do you live in new york city,
or a couple towns away?
wherever you are, i'd jump in my car,
just to see you today.
"excuse me, can i sit here?"
sicheng looked up, taking one of his earbuds out. the man in front of him was quite possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. he quickly cleared his throat, nodded, and gave a warm smile.
"sure, of course."
"thank you. i didn't expect it to be so crowded here."
sicheng nodded again and looked around the café. all the tables were occupied, and the line was longer than usual. he assumed it was because it was lunch time on a weekend.
the man now sitting across from him began taking his phone and laptop out of his bag. the sun was hitting his skin perfectly from the large window beside their table. he looked almost ethereal, as if right out of a movie.
"i like your nails a lot," the man complimented. sicheng's eyes widened, looking down at his black and silver nails that ten had painted for him just last night.
"oh, thank you. my friend likes to paint people's nails."
the man laughed quietly, "that's cute."
sicheng looked down at his book with a bashful smile.
the man got back to work on his computer after that. he picked up his phone for just a moment, then set it back down on the table before putting one air pod in his left ear.
sicheng carefully sneaked a peak at the man's phone, as the screen was still lit with the song he was listening to. sicheng's heart sped up when he instantly recognized the album on the phone. how could he not recognize it when it was the same exact album and song he was listening to right at that moment? he pulled out his own phone and watched it turn on, displaying the song dear soulmate.
sicheng felt the blush on his face getting more apparent by the second. he looked back up at the man as he typed away on his computer. but before sicheng knew it, the other's eyes were gazing right back at him. he smiled again and gently sat his laptop aside.
"i'm y/n."
sicheng's brows raised in slight surprise. processing what was happening, he tried to smile again and sat up straight. he was completely oblivious to how effortlessly cute he was.
"i'm sicheng," he replied. "you like laufey?"
y/n looked down at his phone, then smiled.
"mhm! you too?"
sicheng nodded eagerly, raising his own phone now to show the song they were sharing.
y/n's smile grew at this. their eyes lingered on each other for a moment, both feeling the flicker of a connection.
"..are you seeing her on tour here tomorrow night?" y/n asked.
"i am actually!" sicheng chimed.
y/n gazed at him in admiration. he loved the way his face lit up in excitement.
"maybe we could get drinks or something after the concert then?" y/n suggested.
"yes please," sicheng agreed quickly. he then unlocked his phone and gave it to y/n, "let's exchange numbers?"
y/n nodded and gave his own phone in return, "here's mine."
sicheng held the device and typed in his number. he had a feeling something beautiful had just started with y/n, and all because of a crowded café and a song.
dear soulmate,
i can't wait to fall in love with you.
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one of the boys (d.sc)
fuckbuddy!winwin x f!reader, sf!hendery cameo, not proofread, smut, 18+ minors dni
fuckbuddy!win who’s so whipped for you - maybe he’s inexperienced and just in constant awe of you, so pussywhipped he’s basically in love, living for the nights you choose him over your other hoes, entwining your manicured fingers with his slender ones and dragging him around the party, not pushing him away when he circles your waist and plays with your hair as you sway to the music.
he knows he’s an idiot, whimpering out a string of ‘i love you’s into your neck as he pumps his fingers into your warm cunt. and he knows you never say it back, but how could he care when you’re dripping into the palm of his hand, your fucked out body squirming in his bed?
and even though you made it clear that you don’t want any commitment, he knows he’s in too deep, his jaw tensing and eyes narrowing on the nights you choose someone other than him. despite the blue lights in the club, he sees red as you stumble through the front doors, hendery on your heels with his shit eating grin. win hates the way hendery’s bruised and bandaged hand grips your wrist, hates even more how the deep red matches the hickeys on your neck, strategically placed high up on your neck for everyone to see.
what win can’t stand is how pretty you look around hendery, all soft eyes and pouty lips and submission. he tries not to think about how when it’s you and him, he’s the one with that look, like he’d give you anything and everything if you asked.
as much as win can't stand the man who left those marks on your neck, he loves how they look and how sensitive they are, licking and kissing at your soft skin, eyes shut as he listens to you whine and mewl. it makes you weaken, pressing your weight into him from where you straddle his lap, wet cunt bouncing on his cock. his hands are the opposite of hendery's, void of scars and bruises and gentle on your hips, tips of his fingers lined up with the bruises hendery left the night before with his rough grip.
all the evidence of you fucking someone else the night before shouldn't turn win on, he really wishes it didn't. but the curiosity kills him, fluttering his eyes open and letting a sigh pass his plump lips at the sight of you, pretty tits bouncing in his face and dark hickeys trailing your collarbones up to your jaw. it makes him want you more how you barely acknowledge him, your face pinched in the effort of taking his length, brows furrowed and bottom lip tucked between your teeth. but it has to mean something, the way your walls squeeze his cock, slick pouring from your overstimulated cunt, your nails digging into the sinewy muscle of his shoulders.
"do you like when he does this to you?"
it's not intimidating or leading - win's deep, fucked out voice laced with genuine curiosity.
"don't ask me that," you groan, looking down to avoid his lazy stare, watching yourself fuck his cock.
"i'll do it," his voice nearly a whisper, fingertips ghosting over your abused collarbones, "i can do it too. i can do whatever you want me to d-"
his words die in his throat, whimpering when you press your mouth to his and eagerly returning the messy kiss. he goes crosseyed to look at your flushed cheeks and lashes before his eyes flutter closed, all thoughts leaving his head as he melts into you.
it's so easy to shut him up, when he starts asking about hendery or telling you he loves you, all you need to do is still your hips and nip at his bottom lip or push your fingers into his mouth. he falls apart so fast, dark eyes glazing over and jaw going slack as his tongue pushes against yours or rolls around your digits.
"m'sorry," he mumbles into your mouth, squeezing your hips bucking his cock up desperately into you. "m'sorry- jus' fuck me, please baby."
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