you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
summary : in which you just wanted to get back at baekjin
na baekjin x 𝒻!reader ★ warnings : kissing back and forth bantering complicated rs reader highkey messes with baekjin might be ooc tbh idk how to tag this
᭙ƈ 0.8k+ | ♯ note : is it just me or pissed off/angry baekjin is such a vibe? thank u for this req @hanniui <3
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂋 ׅ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓈒 ﹗ "don't you walk away from me." baekjin's cold voice echoed in his office.
you held back shooting an insult at him. you rolled your eyes before turning around to face him. you felt his hand snaked around your waist before guiding you to sit on his desk.
"i should've walked away from you ages ago," you added.
baekjin ran his fingers through the strands of your hair. his turned his head away and let out a defeated exhale.
"forgive me," he muttered.
"look at me when you say that."
the taller boy clenched his jaw in annoyance, slowly turning his head to look at you.
"lose that attitude too," you crossed your arms in irritation.
baekjin shut his eyes briefly. it was clear that you were overstepping and pushing his limits. but honestly, you could care less.
"forgive me. y/n." he replied.
that still didn't satisfy you.
until an idea popped in your head.
you smiled mischievously. you brought your fingertips to caress his cheekbone then his nose bridge. you proceeded to play with the collar of his black shirt.
"will you do that again?" you asked softly and gently. "leave me hanging?"
"no," he gulped as you traced your finger along his jawline.
"are you sure ~ jinnie?" you teased. it's not like everyday the na baekjin shows his vulnerable side.
he breathed in and exhaled deeply, clearly indicating that he was running out of patience.
"yes, i promise," he assured in a calm manner.
you chuckled in surprise at how soft baekjin had gotten.
"aww, so you can be good!" you cooed at his answer.
you leaned in to mark a kiss on the corner of his mouth. the man in front of you hummed in response. his strong hands around your waist tightened. his body swayed when you continued to leave another delicate kiss on his cold cheek.
"are you sure you're mad at me?"
you ignored his question. you placed another peck, teasingly close to his lips.
"y/n," baekjin slurred.
when you pulled back, you admired the artwork that you created on baekjin's face. deep red kiss marks from your lip gloss decorated his pale features and na baekjin was oblivious.
what a delightful sight.
you gave a few pats on his cheek, contented with your artistry. "i'll get going now babe,"
'wait—" baekjin stopped you from hopping off the table. "you can't just do that and leave, y/n," his voice cracked.
you raised your eyebrow in disbelief. you couldn't believe this guy! wasn't that what he did to you? whatever you did was just a pinch.
"come on, jin!" you let out a small laugh. "are you hearing yourself?" you asked dumbfounded while gesturing: pointing at your ear.
the man searched your face for an answer.
"i'll kiss you when i'm ready." you finalised.
before baekjin could fight back, the door suddenly bursted wide open. does no one here practice basic manners?
the quiet of the office broke into sounds of clattering bowling pins and muffled voices of teenage boys. there was a stench of smoke and puberty when a group of union members gathered into the office.
"hey boss—! the guys are ready."
you quickly pushed baekjin off of your body and fixed your shirt. you tried blink away the blurring of your vision as you grabbed your things. you could feel his gaze at the back of your head.
baekjin cleared his throat before asking the boy, "good. what about the bags?"
only silence replied.
at the corner of your vision, you noticed the boys fidgeting with their fingers. they seemed restless yet hesitant to answer.
"oh! um—"
"yeah, about that …"
"we- we-,"
"what's wrong with all you? stop mumbling." baekjin grumbled. "speak up."
you butt in the conversation, tired to see how pathetic this was going. you let out a dissatisfied sigh.
"it’s getting prepared. that's what he said,"
baekjin shot his head towards you, frustrated.
you slinged your bag and tucked your hair behind your ear. "well im going off now! oh and, jin-ah?" you smiled innocently.
baekjin glared at you. you knew you weren't supposed to call him that public. you knew that he hated you speaking in front of the other union members. you knew this was going to piss him off.
"you have … a lil something on your face," you made a swirling motion with your finger, pointing at his face. you giggled before pushing through the crowd of boys.
"bye!" you greeted in a sing song manner, waving your arm delicately.
as you pranced off, you heard the scrambling and shuffling of panicked footsteps. some boys cussed out in fear as they ran past you. afterwards, a loud slam from a door and muffled sounds of objects crashing reverberated through the hallway. you couldn't help but to laugh on the way out.
that’s all i think. This will be more chapters, this one is not that explicit. Just a lot of tension and getting yall into the plot—enjoy!
You didn’t really know Geum Seongje, except for the tasks he made you do here and there–they weren’t really dangerous or anything. You weren’t part of the union though. And you would never be—how could you? You were straight A student, always attended cram school, never any troublemaking near you. But you had your secrets—one night stands, smoking, occasional drinking, nothing too crazy, but for some it would be, if they knew. Your parents trusted you, cared mostly about grades–as long as you brought home tests graded A, you could pretty much do anything.
It all started when you were having your usual night—well your one night stand type of night.
You and your prince charming for tonight decided to go bowling, you were against it at first, because it was a place where the union spend most of their time, also you wanted to avoid seongje. No need to see him except the tasks, the less he knew about you the better.
But he kept talking about some “come i insist ill buy you whatever drink you’ll want” and that was irresistible for you. You had to get drunk to even enjoy his annoying ass. He was gorgeous, but the boring type—not really for you, but he was a good fuck. You occasionally slept him like once every three months? The only issue was the fact that he was talking too much, always about his parents, the way they pay the school to get him out of all trouble—like he had any, you always wanted to laugh in his face for that.
But he, on the other hand–was super into you. Sometimes it scared you off and then you didn’t text for months.
You were on your way there, you doing the smoking, him doing the talking, ,,Have you ever considered quitting this shit? Seriously it’s not good for you..” he just brought you back from your deep thoughts with that one.
,,Like I give a shit Jae.” You couldn’t care less about his point of view on things and you sure as hell won’t ever listen to a man like him commanding you around.
He just sighed and opened the door for you–the atmosphere was nice there. People talking, playing, some smoking. There was a bar near the alley—your destination for now.
,,Yah, come here, I’m gonna need you to fullfill your promise.” You yanked his arm and basically dragged him there— ,,Hi, I would like to get two vodka shots..wait no four,” you turned to Jae and whispered ,,Two for each, don’t worry.” You just smiled and turned back.
,,As you wish.” The tattooed lady said and went to the back of the bar.
You turned–with your back to the bar, your ass barely sitting on the stool— to look around. You were enjoying yourself, while your company went ahead to pay for the bowling.
And then it hit you. Seongje—he was sitting across the room, chatting with like four other men, they sometimes laughed, but not him. He looked exactly as people called him. A wolf. Just waiting for the right occasion to beat the shit out of somebody. He turned his gaze to you— ,,Fuck, the three seconds” you quickly looked down on your shoes, not looking back until few seconds passed. Then you looked up again—he was back to talking with some other dude, but he was smirking now.
Oh, fuck me. Him and his huge ego—you scoffed and turned around sitting down now.
,,Fuck, sorry to make you wait, there was quite a line for the tickets, people have reservations and shit. Had to pay a bit more and it prolonged.” He just smiled and took your hand not letting you say a word—you were in your bowling alley. The TV lit up, scores being on zero for now. Oh, he’s gonna fucking loose.
,,Listen,” he stepped behind you whispering in your ear ,,If i win…you will stay till morning?” You caught your laugh in your throat, he noticed but didn’t say anything. ,,Sure, but if i win.. we go early and just fuck somewhere mkay?” Your warm body put distance between him and you—you took the ball and threw it—shit, just one left.
You were getting drunk, him buying you more shots, but you weren’t waisted though. He cracked some actually funny joke this time and you laughed—
,,Here for your another task princess?” Fuck. You coughed and turned your gaze immediately to him, ,,Fuck you want seongje, now is not the time, im here privately.” You said visibly nervous now– ,,what the fuck is he talking about Y/N..?” You didn’t respond. Didn’t care enough to. Or maybe you were just too preoccupied with staring at seongje. This will have to be a problem to solve later.
,,Privately..that’s why you’re laughing so loud the whole place can hear you?” He was calm—for now.
Your wannabe date stepped in after that ,,I don’t care who you are, but don’t talk to her like that.” He stepped next to you and you just said wait while walking towards seongje. Not a good idea.
You barely blinked before Seongje threw a punch that made Jae fall to the ground. You yelped and before you could barely help him, ,,You’re coming with me.”
He grabbed you by your wrist, yanking you around, not even looking back at the damage he did.
,,Yah, let go! No need to drag me jesus, what’s wrong with you?” you were pissed off, like real bad right now—he backed you off into a wall putting one hand on it and stepping closer, ,,What’s wrong with me? You owe me. You do as you’re told. Fuck you’re lucky im not dragging your ass around every other day-“ he cut himself off and turned around taking a step back. ,,You literally punched my date in the face. You keep making my life harder. I don’t wanna do it anymore.” You mumbled your words out softening, but still firm, regretful.
He scoffed and chuckled, ,,you..” he looked at the ground playing with his tongue inside his mouth—the he looked you in the eyes, ,,You want out? There’s no out. You stay with me till i say you’re done, I don’t think you want your little porn tape out huh?” Your jaw dropped. Heart dropped and your ears started ringing.
The tape—haunting you. One fucking mistake you made. You were drunk as shit back when you were 17 and stumbled upon Seongje for the first time in a club. You didn’t know, didn’t realize. You were just drunk and fucking dumb. You went to the toilets and you sucked his dick. He fucking filmed that shit. Tormenting you ever since then—well more like haunting you with it whenever you started being difficult or too bold for his liking. You didn’t know why he couldn’t let it go, but he never did.
You had no idea that it was the best blow job he ever had, your eyes fluttering at him, humming against his dick—fuck, he needed you. Didn’t know how to keep you around any other way so he decided this was the way.
,,It was a fucking mistake jesus christ can’t you let that shit go?” Your eyes were switching between his irises, oh you were nervous. Legs pressed together—you liked this, he thought to himself, his ego just growing.
,,Mhm,” he chuckled stepping so close to you, you were breathing against him smelling his cologne and cigarettes. ,,You keep telling yourself that— while you look at me like you want to be fucking destroyed by me.” He bend down a bit now looking straight at you. “I.. I don’t. It was- i was looking around,” ,,No you weren’t, I saw the way you fucking look at me. Like only I can give you whatever the fuck you want,” he smirked now moving his head to your ear, breath brushing against your skin. ,,Not like one of your stupid boyfriends that can’t even make you cum.” His voice was above a whisper—your breath caught, you were fidgety now. Good—he thought.
,,Also one fucking disrespect to me like you did out there..” he licked his lips ,,and i won’t be as nice the next time.”
Then the tension broke. He turned around, opening the door, ,,I’ll call you when you’re needed again. Enjoy your night with that dumbass.” He laughed, sounding almost annoyed. ,,Maybe you can pretend it’s me..” you heard before the door closed after him.
You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until the door closed. Your heartbeat fast like you ran a marathon and your usual attitude completely stripped out of you.
,,Fuck..what the fuck..” you whispered to yourself staring at the ground, you were pissed off—maybe at him. Or maybe at yourself for reasons you didn’t wanna admit to yourself.
warnings: explicit sex content, aged up characters, reader is a big tease and TRULY obsessed with hu-min, inexperienced but not virgin!hu-min, sub!hu-min, panty fetish, sensory deprivation, cowgirl, unprotected sex, praise kink, edging, hu-min is literally your puppy.
synopsis: After hearing you friends mocking Park Hu-min—the loud, impulsive, muscle-bound fighter from Eunjang —you don't join the laughter. Actually, you get curious. And then obsessed. There's something about this awkward, clueless giant that drives you absolutely feral. You want him so badly that you are not even a bit ashamed to admit that.
a/n: Fastest shit I've ever written in my entire life. Credits to @saradika-graphics.
You still couldn't believe you were Baku's first girlfriend—at least, the first one who actually took him seriously.
Sure, he didn't fit those damn Korean beauty standards. He wasn't skinny, far from fat either, but he was big, with a good amount of muscle. Yet, for some reason, the media had set a maximum weight that he clearly didn't meet. Fortunately, you couldn't care less: Hu-min was exactly your type. A big man who could carry you—or preferably throw you against a wall—without the slightest effort.
You met him through some friends who were talking about the guys from Eunjang, saying one stood out for being extremely loud, impulsive, and constantly getting into fights. Of course, you couldn't help but be curious. That guy sounded way more interesting than the boys from your co‑ed school. But at some point, you noticed the conversation had shifted from talking about who he was to mocking who he was. For some reason, that bothered you so much that you made it a personal challenge to meet this so‑called Baku.
Meeting him in person was even better than the description you'd heard, and you couldn't help but feel not just your cheeks but your entire body grow hot. He was indeed loud and clumsy, with no idea how to talk to any self‑respecting girl, but there was something about that… about that territory no one had ever explored, which you so desperately wanted to be yours—it enchanted you. And when you looked at his hands… you could only wonder what they could do to your neck. No doubt about it, you were a shameless pervert, and that idiot man stirred you up in every way. You just wanted to find yourself beneath him.
When you agreed to give him your number, the boy's eyes widened in front of you. It seemed too easy. Well, Hu-min had received numbers before, but they'd all been fake. When he went to write down the number and secretly test if it was real, you grabbed his wrist.
"I want to get to know you better. This number is real, silly." You gave him a very indiscreet smile, and it threw him off completely.
[…]
It didn't take long for you two to start dating. After all, you were the only one in his life. The only one who had looked at him and thought he was the complete package. To this day, you still didn't understand what had been going through every girl's mind when they rejected him. You decided to blame the Korean entertainment industry—and a lack of good taste, too.
However, when you started dating him, besides loving who he was, how sweet he was, how much he made you laugh—you wanted him to feel desired, in the way you had desperately desired him from the very first look. Yes, you wanted him to know just how desperate a girl was to get fucked by him.
The thing is, you discovered that Hu-min, in addition to being a virgin—something you honestly already imagined given the circumstances of how you met—was definitely conservative. Not the kind who didn't accept sex before marriage, but the kind who respected your limits and fetishes in such a pure way that it was almost irritating, yet equally adorable. It was as if he didn't know how to be any different—and maybe he really didn't.
[…]
"Just put your hand a little bit here and squeeze, oppa." You insisted, bringing his hand to your neck, but he acted with almost repulsion, pulling his hand away quickly.
You were both already undressed, kneeling facing each other on the futon in his room. Fortunately, his father wasn't home, which meant you could do whatever you wanted—but that wasn't much, given the tiny size of his room.
"No. I'll hurt you if I do that." Hu-min said in a definitive tone, crossing his arms. That was his problem. Anything involving strength, he refused. But at the same time, that concern for your body only turned you on even more.
"Then you leave me no choice, Park Hu-min!" You flashed a mischievous smile as you grabbed your panties—visibly soaked—which had been tossed in some corner. And without a second thought, you put the underwear over his head down to eye level, blinding him.
Baku was startled at first, but he didn't make the effort he could have easily made to take it off. In fact, he seemed to take a few seconds to process what you'd done until he finally reacted with a shout—or rather, almost a shout, because you were faster, putting your hand over his mouth and muffling his scandalous outburst.
You stayed like that, hand over his mouth, for a few seconds, as if testing whether your impulsive boyfriend would try to back out again. But Hu-min didn't make a single sound when you finally took your hand away. Actually, he pulled the panties up a little from his face, peeking at you with one eye, clearly confused.
"I knew you were going to scream," you teased, letting out a small laugh at the sight of Hu-min with a pretty pink pair of panties covering part of his hair and one of his eyes.
"Of course I was going to scream! You suddenly shoved your panties onto my head!" Hu-min admitted, because it made perfect sense in his innocent eyes. He dared to start pulling the panties off his head, but once again, you were faster when it came to speed, and you pulled the fabric back over his eyes.
"You're going to keep them on your head until I'm no longer upset with you," you said, faking sadness, but deep down, you couldn't have cared less about the situation. Baku was like gravity, but instead of pulling you down, he pulled you toward him. And you wanted to try all kinds of things with your boyfriend.
"All this because I won't squeeze your neck?"
"That's right. You're being punished."
"Am I really?"
There it was. The lethal weapon he'd had against you from the very first moment you met. And it wasn't that delicious muscular body, the intense personality, or the gentle smile—it was that tone of voice he used whenever he wanted something from you. You had lovingly nicknamed that ability his puppy voice. After all, that's all he was: a big, intense, stupid dog, perfect for you to put a leash on and take for a walk. Or in this case, to drag him into all your most perverse fantasies.
You cracked a small smile, sitting on his lap—still not teasing, not grinding the way you wanted to, no sexual intention. Or almost none. He was already hard, and you found it cute. Hu-min got excited at every little thing you did. He was probably hard just from having your panties blocking his face, and he hadn't even noticed.
"Yeah, you are. You won't be able to look at my face ever again." But your body said otherwise, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, keeping your faces close—even though the pink fabric was temporarily blinding your boyfriend. You loved watching how he followed you so stupidly.
Baku made no move to stop you, leaving his arms behind him, using them as support against the floor to hold your weight on top of him. "Then maybe I should put my clothes back on. What's the point of being like this if I can't even look at you?" He played along with your mockery, and you loved it.
"The point is to try something new with me, silly." It was almost as if horns had sprouted from your head. You had turned back into a little sex demon. Actually, maybe you were always like that 24/7 when it came to Park Hu-min.
"I already told you, I'm not going to squeeze your neck or any of those weird things you keep asking for, like hitting you. A real man doesn't hit his own girlfriend."
Ah, Hu-min… He still had so, so much to learn about sex. But you loved it. You loved knowing that you would be the one to polish that raw diamond. You would make every single one of your pathetic friends who had mocked him writhe with envy when they saw the kind of man they had made fun of. You would laugh at how pathetic their sex lives were while you paraded around with your boyfriend, receiving regretful glances. Maybe you were just a little vengeful.
"Actually, you're going to stay exactly like this. Sitting pretty," you said in a tone that bordered on sweet if it weren't for the perversion lurking beneath the words. "And doing nothing."
"Doing nothing? What are you—" He tried again to remove the panties covering his eyes, but you pulled them back down, cutting him off.
"Nothing means nothing. You're not going to do anything, and taking those panties off your head counts."
When Baku thought about questioning you again, you moved your hips on his lap, and the boy let out a completely unrestrained moan. He was probably just as eager as you were to move on with this, especially with the adrenaline of his father possibly coming home any minute.
"I'm going to show you something new. A position we haven't tried yet." Of course, you'd only ever had sex in the missionary position by Baku's personal choice. Not that you could complain—despite his inexperience, he had never failed to make you see stars.
But now it was your turn.
Bringing your mouth close to his ear, you let out a small giggle. "Be careful with the noise, Hu-min-ah." And then, without any warning—simply because you took pleasure in the surprise and in the thrill of surprising yourself as well—you let your pussy sink down onto his huge cock.
You couldn't see Hu-min's eyes because they were still being censored by your innocent‑looking panties—which didn't match your personality at all—but you knew his eyes had rolled back, just from the soft curse he let out.
His big hands grabbed your waist on impulse, only to retreat again. Hu-min didn't want to hurt you. That's why he held himself back during the entire act. Smiling, you brought his hands back to your waist. They were large, masculine, and you could come just from thinking about his thick fingers inside you.
"Hold on," you continued to whisper. He had only your voice to guide him, since you had deprived him of seeing you, of reading your expressions. And you preferred it that way. You liked the idea of leaving him in the dark, only feeling your hot pussy hugging his cock while he couldn't tell whether he was out of breath from the panties on his face or from the amazing sensation of being buried all the way inside you.
With a little more confidence, Baku obeyed you and held your waist. Still not as tightly as he could. Typical of him.
Seeing that he seemed a bit more comfortable, you began to move. At first you went up and down slowly, but Hu-min's pained sounds only spurred you on more. Even though he didn't beg for more, you knew it wasn't enough. That's when you completely lost control and started bouncing on his cock nonstop, making circular motions with your waist, letting out every bit of sensuality you could exude. And he couldn't see it—only feel it.
Hu-min moaned loudly, alternating between incoherent words and your name. And then your name again, again and again. Usually, he did that when he was close to coming, so you stopped moving. You felt the exact moment Baku's breath faltered, and even his hips moved on their own—but with no payoff.
"You thought I'd let you come that easily, puppy?"
Baku whimpered, the sound muffled by the panties.
"I told you I was going to punish you," you said in a Machiavellian tone, but the truth was, you wanted to see him a little longer beneath you, trembling with desperation. "But… if you ask very nicely, I can keep going."
Your boyfriend's fingers trembled around your waist. It was clear he was at his limit. And it was at that limit that you loved seeing him most: completely broken and completely yours.
"Please…" he asked shyly, his head slightly bowed. You were sure he was blushing.
"Please what? You're not being specific enough," you said, as if poison were dripping from your lips. In provocation, you gave another small grind on top of him, and it broke him more and more.
"Please, let me come… Please, please…" Baku was almost whimpering, feeling close to heaven, but at the same time being dragged back to earth against his will.
You finally pulled the panties off his face to see the result. His eyes were full of water—not from sadness or anger, but pure pleasure and lust. And all because of you. That man would even lick your feet if you ordered it, the way he was right now.
"There you are, my good boy," you said as you caressed his face, lingering at the corners of his eyes, feeling the moisture of the tears that hadn't fallen. "You're my good boy, aren't you? My big puppy."
Hu-min's cheeks lit up like Christmas tree lights. He loved being called a good boy, and once you discovered that, you never stopped using it.
"Hm? I didn't hear your answer."
"Y-Yes!" he practically shouted, excited in the way you knew so well. Excited about everything, and now, even more excited to please you.
Now satisfied, you began moving again, bouncing harder and harder, feeling his balls slap against your ass in an obscene sound. Hu-min stopped holding your waist and simply hugged you, lost in that pleasure so new, yet still so good.
Even though you had been in control the whole time, you couldn't deny that you were barely holding on yourself. Hu-min moved his hips against yours, going deeper and deeper, hitting that spot you loved so much. So you hugged him back, daring to dig your nails into his back. He grunted again, mixing with your moans.
It didn't take long for him to reach his peak inside you, releasing long, hot spurts of cum into your pussy. You weren't far behind, even biting his shoulder when your own orgasm finally hit.
You both stayed like that, sitting and holding each other, struggling to catch your breath.
"Are you sure that was a punishment?" Hu-min was the first to break the silence.
"Only if you liked having my panties on your head," you teased.
"It wasn't the weirdest thing you've ever asked me to do."
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