summary : in which you just wanted to get back at baekjin
na baekjin x đ»!reader â warnings : kissing back and forth bantering complicated rs reader highkey messes with baekjin might be ooc tbh idk how to tag this
áÆ 0.8k+ | ⯠note : is it just me or pissed off/angry baekjin is such a vibe? thank u for this req @hanniui <3
㠀㠀㠀㠀㠀㠀㠀㠀㠀㠀đ  Ś    㠀㠀㠀㠀 đ  ïč "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,"
'waitâ" 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 bossâ! 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! umâ"
"yeah, about that âŠ"
"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.
"itâs 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.
thatâs all i think. This will be more chapters, this one is not that explicit. Just a lot of tension and getting yall into the plotâenjoy!
You didnât really know Geum Seongje, except for the tasks he made you do here and thereâthey werenât really dangerous or anything. You werenât part of the union though. And you would never beâhow could you? You were straight A student, always attended cram school, never any troublemaking near you. But you had your secretsâone night stands, smoking, occasional drinking, nothing too crazy, but for some it would be, if they knew. Your parents trusted you, cared mostly about gradesâas long as you brought home tests graded A, you could pretty much do anything.
It all started when you were having your usual nightâwell 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 âcome i insist ill buy you whatever drink youâll wantâ and that was irresistible for you. You had to get drunk to even enjoy his annoying ass. He was gorgeous, but the boring typeânot 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 troubleâlike he had any, you always wanted to laugh in his face for that.
But he, on the other handâwas super into you. Sometimes it scared you off and then you didnât 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 itâs not good for you..â he just brought you back from your deep thoughts with that one.
,,Like I give a shit Jae.â You couldnât care less about his point of view on things and you sure as hell wonât ever listen to a man like him commanding you around.
He just sighed and opened the door for youâthe atmosphere was nice there. People talking, playing, some smoking. There was a bar near the alleyâyour destination for now.
,,Yah, come here, Iâm gonna need you to fullfill your promise.â You yanked his arm and basically dragged him thereâ ,,Hi, I would like to get two vodka shots..wait no four,â you turned to Jae and whispered ,,Two for each, donât worry.â You just smiled and turned back.
,,As you wish.â The tattooed lady said and went to the back of the bar.
You turnedâwith your back to the bar, your ass barely sitting on the stoolâ to look around. You were enjoying yourself, while your company went ahead to pay for the bowling.
And then it hit you. Seongjeâhe 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 youâ ,,Fuck, the three secondsâ you quickly looked down on your shoes, not looking back until few seconds passed. Then you looked up againâhe was back to talking with some other dude, but he was smirking now.
Oh, fuck me. Him and his huge egoâyou 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.â He just smiled and took your hand not letting you say a wordâyou were in your bowling alley. The TV lit up, scores being on zero for now. Oh, heâs gonna fucking loose.
,,Listen,â he stepped behind you whispering in your ear ,,If i winâŠyou will stay till morning?â You caught your laugh in your throat, he noticed but didnât say anything. ,,Sure, but if i win.. we go early and just fuck somewhere mkay?â Your warm body put distance between him and youâyou took the ball and threw itâshit, just one left.
You were getting drunk, him buying you more shots, but you werenât waisted though. He cracked some actually funny joke this time and you laughedâ
,,Here for your another task princess?â Fuck. You coughed and turned your gaze immediately to him, ,,Fuck you want seongje, now is not the time, im here privately.â You said visibly nervous nowâ ,,what the fuck is he talking about Y/N..?â You didnât respond. Didnât 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..thatâs why youâre laughing so loud the whole place can hear you?â He was calmâfor now.
Your wannabe date stepped in after that ,,I donât care who you are, but donât talk to her like that.â 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, ,,Youâre coming with me.â
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, whatâs wrong with you?â you were pissed off, like real bad right nowâhe backed you off into a wall putting one hand on it and stepping closer, ,,Whatâs wrong with me? You owe me. You do as youâre told. Fuck youâre lucky im not dragging your ass around every other day-â 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 donât wanna do it anymore.â You mumbled your words out softening, but still firm, regretful.
He scoffed and chuckled, ,,you..â he looked at the ground playing with his tongue inside his mouthâthe he looked you in the eyes, ,,You want out? Thereâs no out. You stay with me till i say youâre done, I donât think you want your little porn tape out huh?â Your jaw dropped. Heart dropped and your ears started ringing.
The tapeâhaunting 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 didnât know, didnât 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 thenâwell more like haunting you with it whenever you started being difficult or too bold for his liking. You didnât know why he couldnât 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 dickâfuck, he needed you. Didnât know how to keep you around any other way so he decided this was the way.
,,It was a fucking mistake jesus christ canât you let that shit go?â Your eyes were switching between his irises, oh you were nervous. Legs pressed togetherâyou liked this, he thought to himself, his ego just growing.
,,Mhm,â he chuckled stepping so close to you, you were breathing against him smelling his cologne and cigarettes. ,,You keep telling yourself thatâ while you look at me like you want to be fucking destroyed by me.â He bend down a bit now looking straight at you. âI.. I donât. It was- i was looking around,â ,,No you werenât, I saw the way you fucking look at me. Like only I can give you whatever the fuck you want,â he smirked now moving his head to your ear, breath brushing against your skin. ,,Not like one of your stupid boyfriends that canât even make you cum.â His voice was above a whisperâyour breath caught, you were fidgety now. Goodâhe thought.
,,Also one fucking disrespect to me like you did out there..â he licked his lips ,,and i wonât be as nice the next time.â
Then the tension broke. He turned around, opening the door, ,,Iâll call you when youâre needed again. Enjoy your night with that dumbass.â He laughed, sounding almost annoyed. ,,Maybe you can pretend itâs me..â you heard before the door closed after him.
You didnât 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..â you whispered to yourself staring at the ground, you were pissed offâmaybe at him. Or maybe at yourself for reasons you didnât 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-minâthe loud, impulsive, muscle-bound fighter from Eunjang âyou 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 girlfriendâat 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 youâor preferably throw you against a wallâwithout 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 coâed 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 soâcalled 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 selfârespecting girl, but there was something about that⊠about that territory no one had ever explored, which you so desperately wanted to be yoursâit 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.
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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 industryâand 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 laughâyou 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 virginâsomething you honestly already imagined given the circumstances of how you metâwas 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 differentâand maybe he really didn't.
[âŠ]
"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 wantedâbut 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 pantiesâvisibly soakedâwhich 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 shoutâor 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 smileâit 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 lapâstill 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 closeâeven 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 youâ" 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 complainâdespite 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 warningâsimply because you took pleasure in the surprise and in the thrill of surprising yourself as wellâyou 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 innocentâlooking pantiesâwhich didn't match your personality at allâbut 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 itâonly 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 ownâbut 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.
"PleaseâŠ" 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, pleaseâŠ" 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 waterânot 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."
warnings: slight power dynamics, mentions of breeding and pregnancy, praise kink, mentions of sex positions, exhibitionism
18+ mdni
a/n: season 2 was sooo good i canât wait for season 3 also possible spoilers under the cut
pairing: kim gunwoo x female reader
my masterlist
sfw:
He hates arguments. If you guys ever argue he tries to make up immediately since he doesnât want you to be mad at him.
Your safety is his top priority. When shit goes down he makes sure you have a safe place to stay at and he will always call or come by to check on you.
Gunwoo is such an attentive person. He always remembers the smallest details such as a pair of shoes which you mentioned months ago. He also notices your mood like as soon as you step into the room he can somehow tell whether you had a bad day or not.
He also makes sure you know at least some basic self defense. Sometimes he drags you along to the gym to practice with him.
When you guys are together, he always has to touch you whether itâs your hand, your waist or your lower back, he always has a hand on you.
Heâs so soft spoken, like i couldnât imagine him ever yelling at his partner.
Nsfw:
Gunwoo is gentle most of the time. Every now and then he gets rougher because of the loan sharks and baekjeong. He also gets rough if you ask him but he always makes sure youâre comfortable.
He gives me such switchy vibes. Sometimes youâre riding him and heâs a whimpering mess and other times heâs on top and groaning into your ear.
He also is open to pretty much all kinks, as long as it doesnât hurt you and stuff heâll engage in it.
Sometimes,when you guys fuck, he leaves bruises on your hips from gripping them too hard.
He has the biggest breeding and praise kink known to mankind. He loves to imagine how youâd look pregnant and as a mom, it turns him on so much.
His favorite sex positions are missionary, cowgirl and mating press.
He also has an exhibition kink, like when the gym is empty heâd fuck you in the boxing ring or the lockers. The thrill would only turn him on more
content: suggestive, obsessive Beomseok, college au, some fluff, blood, blood mentions, slight ooc Beom?, reader finds out heâs a vampire
a/n: starting off strong with this one + trying something different, after taking the longest break because of writers block and dealing with other stuff in life đ enjoy <3
đ„ Ę Ë Vampire!Beomseok who accidentally bumps into you one night on your way home from the convenience store
đ„ Ę Ë Vampire!Beomseok who couldnât stop thinking about you since, and therefore, being unaware of it, started memorizing your schedule, running into you every so often
đ„ Ę Ë Vampire!Beomseok who you catch staring at your neck and he immediately looks away
đ„ Ę Ë Vampire!Beomseok whoâs very protective over you
đ„ Ę Ë Vampire!Beomseok whoâs usually shy, quiet demeanor becomes possessive and obsessive over you as the two of you grow closer over time, pulling you close and with little self control, kisses and nips your neck
đ„ Ę Ë Vampire!Beomseok who enjoys the moment a little too much as his fangs suddenly descended and without warning, sinks his fangs into you sucking on your blood with an intense desire and an insatiable hunger . . .
you later wake up the next morning still feeling a little euphoric and dizzy, but the effects were almost completely gone. you instantly remembered last night, how you and Beomseok were right there on your bed, having an intense makeout session. you furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to remember what happened next.. oh, thatâs right⊠he trailed his lips down your neck⊠then started to kiss and nip untilâŠ
you quickly stood up and strode to your mirror. there was in fact, a bite mark. feeling like you were going crazy, as if your boyfriend was a fucking vampire, you turned towards your bed only to find a tiny blood stain on your sheets. your heart almost stopped. oh. ohâŠ
you heard a soft knock on your door and you quite literally jumped. was he still here? he stood the night?
âBeomseok!â you yelled, âis that you?â
âyes, y/n, iâm still here. I made you breakfast.â he called from the other side of your bedroom door.
right. you were so into this whole thing that your senses didnât even smell the delicious food. you quickly climbed back onto your bed and pulled the covers on your legs, sitting against the headboard as you told him to come in.
Beomseok came in with your breakfast on a tray and carefully placed it in front of you with a shy smile. you smiled back, genuine, uttering a âthank you, Beom!â and started eating.
Beom sat on the edge of the bed, watching you eat. he really adored you so much, paid attention to every single detail, every little thing you do, remembered your favorite things. he always listened to you ramble about the stuff you were so passionate about.
he would hold your wrist and subtly feel your pulse, he would play with your hair while you would watch a show or a movie and he absolutely loved your scent. the smell of your perfume, with the shampoo and soap. he would always cuddle you very close.
once you finished your meal, Beomseok swiftly stood up to retrieve your tray but you stopped him. he looked down at you, confused, âw-whatâs wrong, my love?â he asked with a slight waver in his voice, noticing the look on your face.
â⊠Beomie.â
âYes?â
âare you a vampire? by any chance..?â
Beomseok stills in place, not knowing what to say at all. you watch as he turns his gaze from you, looking almost anxious. you both stood in silence for a few minutes until you were going to open your mouth to say something only for him to talk.
âhow did you figure it out..? I mean.. I guess it was pretty obvious, huh?â he looked back at you for a second and chuckled sheepishly. âI shouldâve done a better job at hiding it, I guess.â
you took Beomseokâs large hands into your own small ones,
âhey.. honestly, I kind of knew from the start.â you admitted. âI mean.. the way you carry yourself, the way you feel, how your hands and body are always so cold, the slight redness in your eyes.. i mean.. I guess it just really hit me now because.. well, you bit me last night, didnât you? i found a tiny dot of blood on my sheets this morning⊠and a bite mark on my neck.â
Beomseok stays silent for a moment, looking down. you study him, waiting for what heâll say next. he takes a breath and looks back at you, ây/n, I⊠yes, I bit you when we were doing that last night.. I was feeding on you⊠your blood⊠it was- I mean..â
âhm?â you asked.
âare you afraid of me?â
you shook your head,
âof course not, Beomie. never. honestly, you could drain me dry and Iâd thank you for it.â
you both laughed at that while Beomseok finally took the tray off your lap to retrieve it to the kitchen. you followed him as you continued to tease and pester him with ridiculous questions on how vampires survive, asking if he actually sleeps in a coffin, or if he came from a gothic castle. but Vampire!Beomseok would just kiss the top of your head and say itâs just folklore!
a/n: hi⊠it took a huge amount of courage to post something like this because honestly, I know nothing about vampires. I was literally doing my research while writing at the same time even though I probably tweaked it a bit if that was alright :â) plsss this fic is so out of my league or comfort or however you say it but I wanted to try smth different! bc I love vampires!!!! xx mocha
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you met su-ho during orientation week â he was late, loud, and still somehow the most magnetic person in the room. you were the opposite. quieter, awkward, unsure where to stand, too anxious to even hold your own schedule right-side-up.
you remember it clearly: him crashing into a folding chair, laughing too hard, calling your name like he already knew it. he made you feel like you belonged in a room you had just started shrinking away from. and thatâs all it really took.
from then on, it was you and su-ho. always in the same frame. your classmates joked about it constantly â if they saw one, they expected the other. he became your person, the one who waited outside your labs, the one who shared earphones on the train back, the one whoâd text âyo dummy u eat yetâ at ungodly hours like it was part of your daily survival.
you were different, but you got each other. heâd distract you during exams, youâd calm him down before presentations. it just.. worked. and maybe thatâs why no one ever suspected anything deeper. not even you.
you were used to being mistaken for the girl who liked si-eun â he was the calm one, the smart one, the one people admired from a distance. and truthfully? you did admire him.
it was hard not to. but it never made your stomach flip. not like the way su-ho looked at you sometimes. not like the way heâd lean back on his arms, grin at you sideways, and say things like âwhat, you thinking dirty thoughts or something?â just because you zoned out for two seconds.
you laughed it off like always. he joked about everything. teased like it was his default language. but lately â lately, itâs been harder to ignore how warm your face gets. how your chest does that annoying twisty thing when he slings an arm over your shoulder. how you catch yourself wondering if he actually knows more than he lets on.
because the thing is â you donât know anything. not really. not when it comes to sex. not beyond vague textbook definitions and secondhand stories from friends. you never bothered asking before. it always felt far away, not something meant for you.
until you realized you didnât want to be left behind.
until you realized you wanted to understand.
and more than that â more than anything â you wanted to ask him.
you werenât sure why at first. maybe it was because su-ho always made you feel safe, even when you were dumb or confused or too flustered to speak. maybe it was because he never made you feel stupid for not knowing.
maybe it was because part of you, deep down, knew heâd be honest. or maybe it was just the way he said your name sometimes. like he was waiting for you to ask something â anything.
you donât know when exactly it started. the way your eyes would linger on his lips when he laughed. the way your heart did that unexplainable flutter when he licked honey off his thumb one morning during breakfast. it wasnât about romance. it wasnât about being in love. it was about wanting to know. about needing to understand.
and su-ho.. su-ho was the first person that came to mind.
itâs little things, really. the things you used to ignore. like how su-ho always sprawls himself out across your bed when he visits, like itâs his own. heâll toss his phone aside, prop himself up on one elbow, shirt riding a little too high, and say, âyouâre not gonna fail your midterms if you lie down for five minutes. câmon.â and youâll cave. you always do. youâll end up beside him, shoulder to shoulder, his knee brushing yours.
he never moves away. thereâs no reason to panic, you tell yourself. youâre friends. heâs like this with everyone. maybe he just doesnât care about personal space.
maybe the way his voice dips a little when he calls you âbabyâ is just a joke. he says that to strangers too, doesnât he?
but then there are the nights he talks quieter. like when youâre both half-asleep after cramming for exams, the light from your desk still casting a soft gold against the room.
heâll mutter something like, âyouâre too cute when youâre sleepy, yâknow that?â and youâll freeze. because it doesnât feel like a joke. not then.
and maybe he doesnât realize the effect he has on you. maybe he doesnât see the way your breath catches when he leans over your shoulder to check your notes, the warmth of his chest ghosting your back.
maybe he doesnât notice the way your thighs press together when he lounges back and pats the space between his legs with a casual, âyou can sit here, dummy. I donât bite.â
but you notice.
you notice everything now.
you notice how he smells â like warm fabric softener and that faint trace of cologne he probably thinks you donât recognize. you notice the way his hands look when heâs typing or fiddling with his rings.
you notice how low his voice can drop when heâs serious â or when heâs annoyed, like that time someone tried to flirt with you at a party. he got quiet. didnât say anything for ten minutes after.
just passed you your drink and stared across the room like he was trying to set something on fire. and yet, even with all of that â with how aware youâve become of him â you still donât know how to bring it up. not the way you want to.
not the way itâs started echoing in your head at night, in the quiet moments between being awake and asleep.
youâve had dreams. not always clear, not always intense â but enough. enough to wake up and feel heat between your thighs, confusion in your chest. enough to leave you sitting there, alone in your sheets, wondering what it would feel like.
to be touched.
to be wanted.
to be taught.
and for some reason, you canât imagine anyone else doing it but su-ho.
not si-eun, not a stranger, not someone from a checklist. just him. the boy who knows your favorite drink and the password to your phone. the one who holds your wrist when youâre walking through crowded streets. the one who grins like heâs never met someone funnier than you, even when youâre not trying.
youâre not in love, you donât think. but you do think about how it would feel to be touched by someone who already knows all your soft parts.
whoâs already seen you at your most unguarded. who calls you âtroubleâ in the same breath he offers you his last bite of food.
you wonder â if he touched you, would it still feel like friendship? or would it finally feel like the answer to everything youâve been too scared to ask?
it happens on a thursday. nothing particularly special about it â your classes ended early, your hairâs still a little damp from a rushed shower, and su-hoâs on your bed again, hoodie sleeves pushed up, legs stretched long like always.
heâs scrolling through something aimlessly on your phone, and youâre sitting at your desk, pretending to be preoccupied with your laptop, but mostly just staring at nothing.
thereâs something different in the air today. maybe itâs just you. maybe youâve been holding it in too long. youâve gone through every possible version of this in your head: how to say it, how he might react, what it would mean.
maybe heâd laugh. maybe heâd tease you for the rest of your life. or maybe â just maybe â heâd say yes. and itâs that maybe that makes your stomach twist.
that makes your fingers tighten around your mug and your tongue feel too big for your mouth. you donât look at him when you finally say it.
âcan I ask you something?â
your voice comes out smaller than expected. like youâre already regretting the thought. he hums lazily, doesnât look up. âyou just did.â
âno, likeâseriously.â
that gets his attention. he shifts, sits up a bit straighter, and turns to you, brows raised. âyou good?â
you nod, too fast. âyeah. yeah, justââ
the words feel heavier in your mouth than they did in your head. this felt easier when it was 1am and you were half-asleep and desperate. now, with him actually looking at you, it feels like youâre about to step off a cliff with your eyes wide open.
âcan you teach me?â
he blinks. âteach you what?â
you donât really know how long you sit there, legs tucked under you on the edge of your chair, while su-ho stays crouched in front of you like heâs not even thinking about how awkward that must feel for his knees.
thereâs something in his eyes that you havenât seen before â not even when heâs being overly gentle, not even when heâs drunk and slurring jokes and leaning his weight on you like he trusts you to carry it..
âso,â he starts again, voice low, a little careful. âwhen you say âteach,â what exactly do you mean?â
you hesitate, then â in the quietest voice youâve ever used â you say, âabout sex.â
the silence that follows is unreal. like the air thins, like time stalls for a second too long. you want to hide. maybe crawl under your desk. maybe vanish entirely. but then you hear him shift again, a soft rustle of fabric, and when you finally glance at him â
his expression isnât mocking, it isnât judgmental, itâs just still. quiet, a little wide-eyed, like heâs trying to make sure he heard you right.
âwait,â he says, voice low. âyouâre serious?â
you nodded, your throat is dry. his brows furrow slightly, but thereâs no laughter, no teasing. just something unreadable flickering across his face. he leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes searching yours.
you swallow. âI meanâlike, I know what sex is, obviously. I justâŠâ you trail off, scrunching your face. âI donât know what itâs actually like. or how to do it. or whatâs supposed to feel good. iâve never done anything. not even with myself.â
his brows lift, surprised â but not in a mocking way. if anything, he looks more thoughtful. his voice stays quiet, almost too gentle.
âyouâve never?â
you shake your head. âno.â
ânot even kissing?â
ânot really. maybe like⊠dumb little pecks in high school. never something serious.â
su-ho exhales slowly through his nose and leans back a little, settling cross-legged on your rug now, chin tilted up to still meet your gaze. âokay. wow. okay.â
âis that bad?â
âno,â he says quickly, firmly. ânot bad. not at all. itâs justââ he runs a hand through his hair, a little stunned. âi didnât know. you never seemed like someone whoâd be shy about stuff like this.â
you shrug, suddenly very interested in your desk lamp. âI guess I just never trusted anyone enough. or cared enough. untilâŠâ
you donât finish the sentence. you donât have to. he looks at you for a long moment. and then his expression softens.
âokay,â he says again, slower this time. âso youâre not asking me for a hookup. youâre asking me to⊠guide you?â
you nod.
âand this is what you want?â
you glance at him, then down at your hands. âI think so. but I donât want to regret anything. I donât want it to feel like⊠just a lesson. like youâre doing me a favor or something.â
he shakes his head, almost laughing under his breath. âbelieve me,â he mutters, âif I didnât want it, we wouldnât even be having this conversation.â
you look up. âyouâd want to? with me?â
he rolls his eyes a little, teasing now. âyouâre cute, you know that?â
your heart jumps stupidly.
but heâs already reaching for your hand, holding it between both of his like itâs nothing â like itâs something heâs always wanted to do but never got around to.
âlook,â he says, thumbs brushing slow circles into your skin. âif we do anything, I want it to be because you feel safe. because youâre curious and I get to help you understand your body. not because you think youâre behind or missing out.â
you nod again, slower this time. âI just want to feel close to someone. and I⊠I guess I trust you the most.â
his smile turns soft, so soft it feels like a hug.
âthen weâll take it slow,â he murmurs. âyou set the pace. we talk through everything. and we stop whenever you feel weird, no questions asked.â
your chest tightens in the best kind of way. not scared. not shy. just warm. like youâre really being held, even without his arms around you.
âcan I ask things?â you say. âlike, stupid things?â
âyou can ask me anything,â he says. âeven if itâs what that little flap on condoms is for.â
you laugh, a little too loud. âyou know I almost asked you that once.â
âI know. I saw you hovering over the search bar in incognito mode.â
you groan, tossing your head back, but su-hoâs grinning now, bright and proud like he lives to make you flustered.
âso, okay,â he says. âiâll answer stuff. weâll go slow. and weâll make it, yâknow⊠a learning experience. a good one. no pressure. no tests at the end. justâŠâ he pauses. âjust me and you. figuring it out together.â
you squeeze his hand back, and when you finally look up again â his eyes are still soft. still watching you like youâre something rare and good. and for once, you believe it.
the first time his mouth finds its way between your legs, itâs nothing like what your imagination tried to prepare you for.
thereâs no rush, no hunger, no mess of fingers fumbling to strip you bare all at once. just su-ho, kneeling at the edge of your bed, coaxing you to lie back while his hands trail slow up your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours.
âiâm gonna teach you how to enjoy this,â he murmurs, thumbs pressing softly at the inside of your knees to spread them apart. âand how to tell me what feels good. okay?â
your voice comes out small. âokay.â
he leans down, kisses your knee. then a little higher. then a little higher than that.
youâre already wet â he makes some low, surprised noise when he slides your underwear down and sees it for himself â but he doesnât tease. doesnât smirk or comment or make you feel like this is some joke.
instead, his hands keep you open, warm and steady, while his mouth lowers between your legs like it belongs there. the first press of his tongue to your slit makes you twitch.
âohââ
âitâs okay,â he says, voice muffled but soothing. âjust relax. tell me if anything feels too much.â
and then he starts again.
soft, slow licks at first, more about getting you used to the feeling than chasing anything. you feel like youâre floating â like your whole bodyâs pulling taut, breath catching every time he flattens his tongue against your cunt and draws a long stripe up through your folds. when he finds your clit, you nearly jolt again, gasping.
âthere?â he murmurs. âthat sensitive?â
you nod quickly. âyeahây-yeah.â he hums, and the vibration makes you arch slightly.
âgood,â he says. âitâll get more sensitive the more turned on you are. itâs not about pressureâitâs about rhythm. like this.â
he circles it gently with the tip of his tongue, again and again, unhurried, careful not to overwhelm you too quickly. his hands stroke over your thighs, calming you as your body stutters and writhes. the sounds coming from you are soft, unsure, breathy little moans that escape before you can stop them.
he lifts his head only briefly. âyouâre doing so good, baby. iâm proud of you.â
that single sentence makes your heart squeeze, makes your hips lift up for more. he smiles, then goes back in â and this time heâs firmer, more purposeful. you can tell heâs been holding back, and now that he knows youâre okay, he gives in a little more.
suckling your clit between his lips, tracing his tongue in slick circles, pausing every few seconds to hear how your breath catches, to listen to what makes you moan.
youâre not even thinking when you whisper, âI feel somethingâi thinkââ
âlet it happen,â he whispers against you. âdonât be scared. let it build.â
and when it does â when the knot inside you snaps and everything floods hot and sharp and overwhelming â you feel his hands hold you down, grounding you, his mouth never leaving you until it all ebbs and your legs are shaking.
you donât even realize there are tears in your eyes until heâs crawling up your body, wiping them away gently.
âtoo much?â
you shake your head. âno. that was⊠that was so good.â
he kisses your forehead. then your lips. âtold you.â
you laugh breathlessly. âyouâre actually a really good teacher.â he smirks at that, but it fades into something softer. more thoughtful.
âwanna try something now?â he asks, settling beside you. âyou donât have to, but if you want, I can show you what I like too.â
you nod. âyeah.. I want to. teach me, I asked for this, remember?â
he breathes out slowly, like he wasnât expecting you to say yes so quickly.
âokay,â he says. âcâmere.â
he guides your hand down first â shows you how to unbutton his jeans, how to ease them down. his cock is already hard, flushed, leaking at the tip, and when your eyes widen, he grins.
âit looks big,â you mumble.
âit wonât hurt,â he promises. ânot if we go slow. and besides, iâm not asking you to take it all. not yet.â
you swallow. âso⊠what do I do?â
he leans back slightly against the pillows, voice a low rumble now.
âstart with your hand,â he says. âwrap your fingers around it, gentle. just like thatâyeah. perfect.â
youâre fascinated. itâs hot and heavy in your grip, pulsing a little when you stroke up. su-ho groans, a quiet sound that sends a jolt straight between your legs again.
âuse your thumb,â he pants. âover the tip. fuckâthatâs it. damn, youâre a fast learner.â
you watch his face as he reacts to every little thing you try, how his jaw clenches when you squeeze a little, how his chest rises when you lick a tentative stripe up the length of his cock.
he guides you without pressure, encouraging you softly, telling you what feels good, what he likes.
âuse your mouth,â he breathes. âjust the tip. go slow, baby. just like thatâfuck.â
his hand settles lightly at the back of your head but doesnât push, just rests there, as you wrap your lips around him. itâs warm, salty, a little overwhelming â but the way he moans your name makes you want to keep going.
heâs so vocal, breathy and praising between gasps. âyouâre doing so good,â he whispers. âso pretty like this. your mouth feels so fucking niceâshit.â
you hollow your cheeks, experiment with your tongue, and when you glance up at him, when your eyes meet his while you suck slowly, he curses under his breath and pulls you off with a shaky hand.
âif you keep going,â he says, voice wrecked, âiâll come. and I donât wanna come yet.â
you smile, dazed, lips slick with spit. âwas i good?â he laughs, short, breathless, affectionate.
âyouâre perfect.â and then he leans in to kiss you again, deeper this time.
âyou okay?â su-ho asks again, quieter now, brushing your hair away from your face. his thumb strokes your cheek while his other hand rests over your waist, the heat of his palm grounding you, still holding onto the last of your breathless high from before.
you nod. âmm-hmm.â then softer, âmore than okay.â
he smiles, then leans in and kisses you gently â slow, like heâs giving you time to change your mind, even now.
but when you kiss him back with that same neediness youâve been carrying since you first asked him to teach you, his hand slides lower, resting on your hip.
âyou wanna keep going?â
you nod again. âyeah. I⊠I think I want to try.â
his gaze scans your face. you know heâs checking for nerves, doubt, fear â but all he finds is a quiet kind of trust. something that makes his voice go softer when he speaks again.
âokay,â he says, âbut we talk first. thatâs part of it too.â
you blink. âtalk?â
he nods. âbefore sex. especially your first time. communication makes everything better. safer. and honestly?â he grins a little, âhotter too.â
you bite your lip. âwhat do we talk about?â
âa few things,â he murmurs, kissing down your jaw. âprotection first.â
he shifts away for a moment, reaching for his backpack on the floor. he pulls something out â silver foil, crinkly â and raises his brows at you like heâs been waiting to use it for this exact moment.
âsu-ho,â you say slowly, âwhy do you have a condom in your backpack.â
he snorts. âremember the frat party? si-eun and I saw it in the cr, he didn't want it so I picked it up.â
you roll your eyes. âyou guys are idiots.â
âprobably,â he shrugs. âbut at least iâm a responsible idiot.â you watch as he sets the condom gently on the nightstand, not rushing to open it.
âwe use this,â he says, âevery time. unless we both get tested and talk about it first. cool?â you nod. âcool.â
he smiles. âgood. next topic: positions.â you blinked, âthereâs more than one?â
his laugh is soft, affectionate. âthere are a lot. but for your first time, we should pick one that feels safest and lets me see your face. missionaryâs the classic. I can also be on my knees with your legs over my thighs. or we can spoon. slow and close.â
you flush, trying to picture any of them. âyou choose. I trust you.â
his gaze warms at that, softening again in that way youâve only ever seen in rare moments.
âthen weâll go slow. missionary. but we can adjust anything if it gets uncomfortable. just tell me, alright?â
you hum a quiet okay, and then he leans in closer. ânext,â he says, voice lower now, âI wanna know what turns you on.â
your eyes widen. âIâI donât know yet?â he nods, unbothered. âthatâs fine. thatâs what this is for. weâll find out together.â
his fingers trail up your bare thigh again, light and thoughtful. âsome people like rough. some like being praised. some like being told what to do. or doing the touching. or slow teasing. you reacted to my voice earlier, when I praised you.â
you flush, remembering.
âI think you like being talked to,â he murmurs, his voice dipping, lips brushing your ear. âyou like feeling good and hearing how good youâre doing. am I right?â
you breathe out shakily. âyeahâŠâ
he smiles, kisses your neck. âgood. thatâs a start. anything you donât want to try?â
you think. then shake your head. âiâll tell you if something feels off.â
âperfect,â he says, then kisses you again. this time, his body presses more firmly into yours, and you can feel him â his cock heavy against your thigh through his boxers, thick and pulsing with restraint.
âlast question,â he murmurs. âdo you want me now?â
you meet his eyes. âyes.â
he nods once, slowly, and then everything moves like a softened blur: his fingers easing between your legs, gently checking, making sure youâre still wet, still relaxed. then him rolling the condom on with practiced care, breath hitching when your hand lingers on his hip.
when he kneels between your legs, you shift beneath him, legs opening, heart thudding in your chest.
âyou sure?â
âyes,â you whisper again, this time steadier. âplease.â
he exhales slowly â then reaches to guide himself to your entrance. âdeep breath,â he says softly. âjust relax.â
you did, and the first push is slow, barely there, until your body stretches around him. itâs strange, at first â tight, full, unfamiliar â but he holds still, whispering praise, letting you adjust.
âyou feel amazing,â he breathes. âso warm, so tight. doing so good, baby.â
he kisses you through the sting, rubs your clit gently to distract you, and only when you nod again â wordless, aching â does he move. slow. so slow.
you feel him first, hovering over you, his body heat settling around you like a blanket, his fingers brushing your cheek so gently it almost makes you shiver.
the moment feels quiet, almost suspended in time, as if the air around you recognizes the shift â how the weight of what youâre doing finally lands between your ribs and expands there, soft and all-consuming.
su-hoâs gaze, as always, is steady and sure, but thereâs a kind of reverence in his expression now, something new that makes your heart skip.
his hands are careful, so careful, as he rolls the condom down the length of his cock, fingers trembling slightly despite how composed he always seems. he aligns himself to your entrance, his eyes not leaving yours even once.
âtell me the second you feel uncomfortable,â he whispers, voice already low and thick. âand if you want to stopââ
âI wonât,â you murmur, fingers curling around his wrist where he steadies himself beside your head. âI just⊠want to know what it feels like. with you.â
he breathes out through his nose. closes his eyes for a second. and when they open again, theyâve darkened, not with lust alone, but something deeper. a kind of hunger laced with restraint. a kind of want that you know heâs held back for a while.
his hips move slowly, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, where youâre already soaked for him, eager and warm and open. he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you gently, pausing when he feels your breath hitch.
âokay?â he asks again, jaw clenched tight, the muscles in his forearm straining as he holds himself still.
you nod, voice barely a whisper. âkeep going.â
so he does. gradually. so slow that every bit of him feels distinct as he slides into you â the stretch, the burn, the fullness of it. you gasp softly, head tipping back into the pillow, one hand flying to grip the sheets while the other stays pressed against his chest, feeling the thrum of his heart.
he doesnât move for a long second once heâs fully inside, buried in you to the hilt. you can feel him shaking slightly, his breath warm against your shoulder, a soft groan vibrating in his throat as he tries to stay still.
âyouâre so tight,â he finally breathes, and it sounds like a confession. âfeels like youâre made for me.â
you feel yourself clench at his words, and he groans again, deeper this time. you nod, giving him permission, and thatâs all it takes â he starts to move, slow and steady, each thrust a gentle press of his hips against yours, a roll rather than a sharp snap. the drag of him inside you is like nothing youâve ever felt, so overwhelming and yet addictively good, like it lights something up inside you you didnât know was there.
your legs wrap around him without thinking, pulling him closer, and the new angle has him hitting a spot that makes your mouth fall open. he notices immediately, adjusting again to make sure every thrust brushes right there.
âright there?â he asks, voice strained, lips brushing your ear.
âyeah,â you gasp, arms wrapping around his back now, clinging. âfeels soâsu-ho, pleaseââ
âfuck,â he breathes, hips pushing deeper now, grinding down just enough to make your entire body tremble under him. âyouâre so warm. youâre doing so well, baby.â
the endearment makes your stomach twist in the best way, and when his thumb drifts between your legs again, circling your clit in slow, practiced movements, it pushes you closer to the edge so fast your vision blurs.
he watches your face the entire time. every expression, every sound. heâs studying you with the same intensity he brings to everything else, but this time, itâs just for you.
âlook at you,â he murmurs, watching the way your face twists with every grind of his hips. âtaking all of me. like you were made for it.â
you moan, and he groans in return â like heâs feeling how much you want this. his pace picks up a little. not rushed, just deeper. more deliberate. your walls pulse around him and he curses again, biting back the urge to just let go.
âyou donât even know what you do to me,â he grits out, pressing his forehead to yours. âevery sound you makeâevery little gaspâitâs fucking perfect.â
you can barely answer him, too focused on the slow roll of his hips and the weight of him inside you. but your hands move on their own, clutching his back, your nails dragging lightly across his skin.
he gasps. âshitâdo that again.â you did, and he thrusts deeper. you whimper his name, and his rhythm stutters.
âyou close?â he asks, thumb still moving, his cock grinding into that perfect spot over and over again.
âso close,â you manage, hips bucking up against his. âsu-ho, iâmââ
âcum for me,â he whispers, his thrusts picking up, still deep but just a little faster now. âlet me feel you.â
and you do. everything tightens, your legs locking around his waist, your walls clenching down on him so hard he groans your name like itâs a prayer, his forehead falling to your shoulder.
you tremble under him, your climax washing over you in waves, and itâs only a few thrusts later that he follows, hips jerking forward as he cums deep inside the condom with a low, desperate sound.
for a moment, the only sound in the room is your breathing, tangled and uneven, in sync. he stays there, bodies still connected, his weight resting gently over you, careful not to crush you but unwilling to pull away just yet.
he presses a kiss to your temple. then your cheek. then your shoulder. âyou okay?â he asks again, softer this time. almost reverent.
you nod slowly, arms still holding him close. âyeah. better than okay.â
he exhales, and you feel the tension drain from him all at once. âyou were⊠incredible.â
âyou too,â you murmur, smiling into his neck. âbest lesson ever.â
he laughs softly, and you feel it echo in his chest. âweâll have to review next week, then.â you roll your eyes but kiss his jaw anyway.
youâre both still wrapped up in each other, limbs tangled and breathing gradually slowing down, the quiet hum of the night pressing in around you like a gentle lullaby. you didnât move for a while, just letting his body settle over yours, the weight of him heavy and warm and safe.
his chest rises and falls in slow, even breaths right against your back, and you canât help but feel a kind of calm you didnât expect â like all the noise inside your head has finally quieted down. itâs strange how something so simple as just being held could feel like the most important thing in the world.
his fingers begin to roam gently, tracing soft, aimless patterns on your arm. the touch is featherlight, like a whisper, but it grounds you in a way nothing else can. you let your hand find his, fingers curling around his palm instinctively, and he squeezes back, the pressure steady and reassuring. no words are needed right now â the silence between you is comfortable, filled with understanding and something close to reverence.
âyou did really well,â his voice is low, thick with a tenderness you havenât heard from him before. âbetter than I expected.â thereâs a pause, and you can hear him swallow the hint of vulnerability in his own admission. âiâm proud of you.â
you smile softly, your breath catching when he presses a gentle kiss just below your ear, the warmth of his lips lingering there like a promise. âyou made it easy,â you say, voice barely more than a breath, but you mean it. itâs not just his skill â itâs how careful he is, how present, how much he respects you.
he shifts slightly, pressing another kiss against your temple, then your cheek, slow and deliberate like heâs memorizing every inch of your face. âweâll go at whatever pace you want,â he murmurs, fingers weaving through your hair, the touch light and soothing. âthereâs no rush here. this is your time. your experience.â
you close your eyes and lean into him, letting the softness of his words and the warmth of his skin wash over you. thereâs no pressure, no expectations â just this quiet bubble of safety and trust you never knew you needed but always wanted.
your fingers trace lazy circles on his forearm, feeling the taut muscle beneath his skin and the steady beat of his pulse. âthank you,â you whisper, meaning more than just the moment. for the patience, for the care, for being the first person who made you feel like you could explore this without fear or shame.
he hums softly, lips brushing the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. âI want you to feel comfortable. to know that with me, itâs always okay to ask, to say no, to take a breakâwhatever you need.â
you nod against him, the trust between you deepening with every word. âiâm glad itâs you,â you say quietly. âI donât think I couldâve done this with anyone else.â
he smiles against your skin, the movement gentle and full of warmth. âand iâm glad itâs you.â
time stretches around you both, slow and easy. you talk in hushed tones about everything and nothing â
about your favorite music, the dumb jokes he made that morning, su-hoâs surprising seriousness when it comes to protecting the people he cares about. your voices blend together like a quiet symphony, filling the room with something real and alive.
eventually, he shifts, pulling you closer into a warm embrace, your faces mere inches apart. âclass tomorrow together, yeah?â he asks softly, thumb stroking along your collarbone. âiâll walk you to every lecture. maybe we can grab something after.â
you smile, heart fluttering in a way that feels new but right. âiâd like that.â
it felt easy, honest. like something real could start from this, not because you were rushing into anything, but because there was trust here. because with him, it didnât feel scary. it just felt right.
summary: you and sieun werenât really childhood friends. your mothers were friends, and naturally, you were forced to play together. after his parentsâ divorce and your family moving to the states, you never saw each other again, which didnât really bother you. you and sieun reunite when you move back to south korea, and you think to yourself, when did you get hot?
warning(s): reader has mommy issues, 18+, MDNI, explicit content, smut, female masturbation, fingering, virgin!reader, virgin!sieun, mentions of multiple sex acts, mentions of protected sex, soft dom!sieun, neighbours to fuckbuddies to lovers
authorâs notes: all characters are aged up to 18+. this takes place post-whc2. divider is made by the talented @saradika-graphics! fair warning, i didn't take physics for my a-levels, so i have no idea if what they're studying is accurate.
You were six years old when you met Yeon Sieun for the first time. Your mother and his mother had been friends in college, and they recently reconnected after your family moved into his neighbourhood. Naturally, they arranged playdates for you and him. You didnât mind since he wasnât loud and annoying like the other boys in school who pulled on your pigtails. He was content with your idea of fun: studying and, at most, reading books together.
When you were eleven years old, his parents divorced, and Sieun moved out to live with his father in another part of Seoul. Meanwhile, your father announced that he had received a promotion and that you would be moving to the United States.Â
There was no dramatic farewell scene. No promises of reaching out to each other. After all, to each other, you and Sieun were just the children of your motherâs friend.Â
Seven years later, you were moving back to Seoul for your senior year of high school. Your parents had enrolled you in Buil Girlsâ High School.
âHoney, you remember Aunt Hyejin, right?â Your mother eagerly told you. âIt turns out weâre going to be living right next door to her and her son. You used to play with him all the time.â
âBecause we were the only kids there.â You thought. Clearly, your mother still favoured Yeon Sieun.
âI heard heâs ranked first in his school. You should ask him to tutor you.â
You tried to refute her, âMy grades are fine.â
âShe got that award back in New York.â Your father chipped in.Â
âThe standards are different here in Seoul.â She argued back. âShe could always do better.â
You didnât try to defend yourself. It was always like this with her. When other parents would praise their kids for scoring over 90%, your mother asked why you didnât get the rest of the questions right. Maybe that was why you werenât keen on being friends with Yeon Sieun. You didnât like how easily he received her praise when you had to fight for it.
Later that night, you found yourself looking at a framed photo of you and Sieun. You were both only eight years old at the time, and your mothers practically forced you to pose together. Both of you had permanent scowls on, and you faintly remembered your mother scolding you afterwards for your rude behaviour.
Looking back, you admitted that Sieun was a cute kid. If he didnât have such an antisocial personality, the neighbourhood aunties would have adored him. You were faintly reminded of your younger brother who was nine years younger than you, although he certainly wasnât as studious as your childhood playmate.
You admitted the made-up rivalry was rather one-sided, but you were just a kid back then. It was just easier to think of him as the enemy rather than admitting that your mother didnât see your worth.
You shook your head. There was no use lamenting over your childhood rival. You have matured since then. Well, at least you hoped so.
You put the framed photo down and flopped down on your bed. There were still a couple of boxes left unpacked, but you will get to them later. You had more important business to do.
You pulled out your phone and logged into your Tumblr account through the app. You scrolled through your For You page, where various fanfics of your favourite idols and drama characters filled the screen. You clicked on a Yeonjun fic that piqued your interest.
trope: childhood friends to lovers
warning(s): 18+, explicit content, oral sexâŠ
The list of kinks went on as you blushed at how extreme they became, even though you had encountered all kinds of fanfics on Tumblr. One might say that most of your sexual knowledge came from the app, even though you were a virgin who hadnât even seen a cock outside of porn. Â However, it didnât mean you werenât curious about sex. You just didnât have the chance to explore when most of your time was dedicated towards your academics and extracurricular activities.
As you read about Yeonjun fingering the reader, you slipped your hand underneath your pants and started slowly mimicking his actions. You played with your clit for a few moments before finally pushing a finger inside yourself when you felt a familiar slick lubricating your vaginal walls. As the reader was reaching her climax, you felt yourself nearly achieving the same peak, and you were going to insert another finger to finish the deal when suddenly, you heard rapid raps against your bedroom door.
â___! Hurry and get ready!â Your mother knocked a few more times. âAunt Hyejin invited us to dinner in thirty minutes.â
âWhy is your door always locked?â You heard her mutter as she walked away to inform your little brother.
You let out a heavy, unsatisfied groan. You pulled your hand out from your pants, the once euphoric sensation long gone by your motherâs squawking. You really couldnât wait until you were in college and living on your own, where you didnât have to worry about nosy family members ruining your orgasms.
You stripped off your shirt and shorts, and even changed your underwear as they were sticky and clinging to your core. You changed into a sensible dress that reached down to your knees. You quickly got your makeup done, opting for a simple look so that you didnât look like a raccoon with your dark circles.
Like always, you and family were early as your mother insisted on departing early despite living next door to Aunt Hyejin. Sieunâs mother didnât seem to mind as she warmly greeted you.
âYouâve really grown up, ___!â She marvelled at the sight of you. âIt feels just like yesterday, you and Sieun were playing on the swings.â
âIâm sure Sieun has grown up, too!â Your mother chuckled. âWhere is your son, by the way?â
âHe was hanging out with his friends, but he should be home anytime soon.â
Your parents started chatting with Aunt Hyejin about your childhood while you retreated to the living room with your brother.
âNoona, whoâs Sieun?â He asked while you were helping him beat a particularly difficult level of Super Mario Party. You suddenly remembered that he was only two years old when you moved to the US, and probably didnât have many memories of Seoul, much less Yeon Sieun.
âHeâs Aunt Hyejinâs son. He and I used to play together.â
âIs he your boyfriend?âÂ
âAbsolutely not.â You immediately answered. The last time you saw Sieun, he was thin with wobbly knees. He looked like a breeze could blow him over. Man, he was a total nerd.
âEomma, Iâm home.â You heard a deep voice call out.
âSieun-ah, welcome home!â His mother greeted him, blocking your view of him from the couch. âYou remember Aunt Minsook, right? ___âs here, too!â
She moved out of the way, and your brain promptly stopped working when you first saw Yeon Sieun in seven years.
He was no longer the gangly kid you remembered him as. While he wasnât tall, he was still a few inches taller than you. His skin was a light tan, not the smooth alabaster desired by society, but it suited him. He didnât look as pale and sickly as he used to. He was as handsome as any idol, with a flawless complexion and a sharp jawline people would kill for. His lips, although slightly chapped, were plump and, for a second, you imagined what they would feel like trailing every inch of your body.Â
Only a single thought ran through your mind.Â
âYeon Sieun, when did you get hot?â
You never really understood why the childhood-friends-to-lovers trope was so popular. Kids never hide anything from each other, including their gross and embarrassing habits. You shuddered at the idea of falling for one of the neighbourhood boys who used to eat their boogers.
Granted, Sieun never did any of that stuff, but still.
After you got over your brain fart, you stammered out a mumbled greeting while hiding behind a curtain of hair, trying to hide your flushed face.
It was ridiculous. It wasnât like this was the first time you ever saw a handsome boy face-to-face.
Well, youâve never actually faced someone with idol-like visuals, but still. You were more mature than this. More evolved than this. Yes, Yeon Sieun was a very attractive man, but he is still a man.
So why havenât you been able to meet his eyes when he was conveniently sitting across from you at dinner? Why couldnât you let out anything more than a mousey squeak when he asked you to pass the potatoes?
Your mother looked at you, disapproving of your quiet demeanour. She cleared her throat before asking Sieun a question.
âSieun-ah, Iâve heard that youâre the top student of your school. Is that right?â
He didnât answer her verbally, only gave her a brief but confident nod.
She turned to Sieunâs mother. âYou must be very proud. I wish my daughter studied as much as he does. She has a lot of potential, but she always squanders it.â
You were then hit with a harsh reminder of why you disliked Sieun so much. Your mother used to compare the two of you, and you hated the fact that you could never measure up to his prodigal levels. You used to think that your mother would trade you for Sieun in a heartbeat if she ever got the chance.
Any attraction you had to him was stomped down until not even a single ember remained.
âMom, I was first in my year,â You mumbled, wanting to speak up even though you knew your struggles often werenât heard by selective ears.
Your mother let out a heavy sigh, a pointedly annoyed expression on her face. âWhat was that? How many times do I have to tell you to speak up? You know my hearing is not as good as it used to be.â
Your father looked like he wanted to speak up for you, but you already knew he wouldnât. She was too domineering. Anything you would say would just be labelled as unimportant.
Sieunâs mother must have noticed the awkward atmosphere as she quickly cut in to defuse the tension. âIâm pretty sure ___ has her own talents too. Your father told me you were thinking of applying to law school?â
You quickly answered her, anything to get out of the chilling environment. âYes, I have always been more interested in humanities.â
âHave you thought of which schools youâre going to apply to?â
âYonsei,â You smiled at her. âI want to study Criminal Law.â
âWhat a coincidence!â She smiled at her son, patting him on the shoulder. âSieunâs planning to study Physics at Yonsei.â
Your smile faltered slightly at the prospect of being stuck with Yeon Sieun throughout your college life. You hid it quickly, but you had the feeling Sieun noticed you.
âPhysics, huh?â You finally looked him in the eye. âYou must be really good at it. I never really liked it.â
That was an understatement. You abhorred the subject as it didnât click naturally with you. Potential force? Gravity? Magnetic fields? The only reason you studied it so much was so you could scrape a B, the highest grade you achieved in the damn science.
Sieun gave a short answer. âItâs not so bad.â
And with that flash of dislike came a wave of guilt. It was hard to dislike someone who didnât really do anything to deserve it. Sure, he wasnât the most social person, but he wasnât a bad guy.Â
The emotions you experienced about Yeon Sieun were dramatic and complex, and you really didnât need to add lust and teenage hormones on top of all that.
âIf youâre not so bad at it, I would hate to think what itâs like for ___.â Your mother probably meant that as a joke, and you smiled even though you didnât find anything funny about it.
Unbeknownst to you, Sieun noticed how uncomfortable you were. He was more observant than you thought he was. He had always known that even though your relationship with your mother was vastly different from his relationship with his mother, there was still that same distance.
Suddenly, your mother clapped her hands. She had a smile on her face that usually meant that something troublesome was coming.
âSieun-ah, why donât you tutor ___?â She requested, and you felt like a little kid all over again. âItâll be just like when you were kids!â
âMom, he doesnât need to do that-â
âI know that, but you need his help,â She told you as if you were being stupid for not considering Sieun as a tutor. She sent apologetic looks towards him and his mother. âSheâs always like this. She never thinks about her future.â
With every word, she made you feel smaller, as if your own efforts were never going to be enough for her. You bit your lip, wanting to say more, but you knew that when it came to her, you were on your own. Your brother was too young to understand your plight, and as much as you loved your father, you knew he would never stand up to her.
âIâm okay with tutoring her, but I think you should ask your daughter first,â He interrupted your mother, and you finally looked up from your lap to see him. You didnât even notice that your mother was silenced. âAfter all, ___ knows her own capabilities better than anyone else.â
How did Sieun know the simple words you always wanted to say?
Your mother shook off her stunned silence after a moment, awkwardly chuckling, âO-of course. ___, do you want Sieun to tutor you?â
As much as you wanted to defy his help, to finally prove to her that you were more than enough, you also knew you needed top grades to get into Yonsei, and a B in physics wasnât going to cut it.
Even though you didnât want to, you needed Sieun.
âI would appreciate it,â You smiled at him, the first sign you showed of acknowledging him. âThank you, Sieun.â
At that moment, you werenât aware that you and he would flip each otherâs worlds upside down.
Despite transferring into Buil relatively late compared to the other students, you adapted quickly, finding friends with a couple of girls, Hari and Youngseo. Although you were distinctly different from them, preferring to spend most of your free time studying and revising for the suneung, you found that they didnât mind that. They often would try to get you to join them whenever they went cafe hopping, and today was one of those days.
âCome on, ___!â Hari laughed, linking arms with you while Youngseo took your other arm. âYou know what they say. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. You deserve to have some fun!â
âI have to meet my tutor later!â You protested.
âYeah, in two hours,â Youngseo argued. âEating cake and drinking lattes doesnât make you incapable of absorbing information.â
You couldnât tell them that you wanted to revise physics just so you didnât appear as a complete dolt in front of Yeon Sieun. You werenât dumb; itâs just that physics wasnât your strongest subject compared to biology, which you excelled at.
Your insecurity had always been high, especially when your mother compared you to every child genius and prodigy out there, always saying that you could achieve those same things if you just applied yourself. Yeon Sieun was a major source of your insecurities since he was the first genius she compared you to. You knew that it wasnât his fault, but seeing him every day when you walk to school just made all of your hidden insecurities bubble up again.Â
It was extremely hard to hate him since he was the one who defended you just a few nights ago.
Yeon Sieun should have been an asshole. At least, you wouldnât feel guilty about resenting him.
You shook your head, trying to get him out of your head.
âGirl, are you okay?â Hari asked, concerned about you.
âIâm okay,â You then grinned, pulling them along to the cafe. âLetâs eat some delicious food! Iâm going to get matcha!â
âAgain?â Youngseo groaned. âYou might as well be drinking grass!â
âMatcha is NOT grass-â You argued back, but Youngseo, who was the one who wanted to go to the cafe, suddenly pulled you and Hari away from the entrance.
âShit,â She looked back into the cafe before groaning. âWhy is he here?â
You and Hari joined in, looking through the window. There was a group of boys in uniforms from another school you didnât recognise. One of the taller boys was wearing a red basketball jersey under his blazer.
Hari suddenly guffawed, prompting Youngseo to tell her to shut up.
âWho is he?â You asked them.
Youngseo sharply replied, âHeâs nobody.â
âThatâs Baku. Heâs the top dog of Eunjang,â Hari explained before grinning. âHeâs also Youngseoâs ex.â
âWe never dated!â Youngseo denied her. âWe just âŠused to hook up, until he got too involved with the Union.â
You tilted your head, this being the first time you ever heard of it. âThe Union?â
âThey were like this high school mafia group, but they sort of dissolved last year,â Hari punched Youngseoâs shoulder lightly. âYah, you guys were good together. Why not give him another chance?â
âAbsolutely no fucking way. I donât want any mafia drama this year,â Youngseo looked like she would rather go to hell than give her and Bakuâs relationship another chance. âCome on, letâs bounce. This isnât the only cafe in the area.â
âJust so you wonât bump into your ex?â
âYou would be saying the same thing if your ex was in there.â
In the midst of Hari and Youngseoâs bickering, one of the taller boys stepped aside, and lo and behold, Yeon Sieun was with them, and suddenly, you were inclined with Youngseoâs suggestion.
âI agree with you,â You said to Youngseo. âLetâs go.â
âWhatâs with the two of you?â Hari followed your gaze, seeing Sieun. âYeon Sieun? Do you know him?â
âOur mothers were friends,â You explained briefly. âHow do you know him?â
âRumors say he was the mastermind behind the Unionâs downfall. They call him the White Mamba.â
âWho cares what people call them!â Youngseo snapped. âLetâs just get out-â
âYOUNGSEO!â
She froze at hearing that loud, booming voice, before the three of you turned around to see the aforementioned Baku excitedly waving at her. You avoided Sieunâs stare as the other people in the cafe were startled by Bakuâs sudden bellow.
âYah, Youngseo! Come over here!â Baku clearly didnât care about how loud he was, even when the other tall boy next to him told him to shut up. âWhat are you doing here?â
Hari snorted, âYou know heâs not going to let up until you go over there.â
âOh, fuck me.â Youngseo groaned.
You jokingly quipped, âNo, thank you, but I think he would like to volunteer himself.â
She glared at you half-heartedly before the three of you marched over to the four boys sitting at a booth near the window. Baku pushed the tall boy sitting next to him, making space for Youngseo. Somehow, you were sitting right across from Sieun, and you found his gaze harder to avoid. Ever since you were little, even when you found his doe eyes to be unfairly beautiful, they were also intimidating in their own way. His gaze always made you feel like he knew every little nook and cranny of yourself.
âHari-yah, itâs good to see you,â Baku bumped fists with her before directing his eyes at you. âI see you have a new friend. Iâm Baku, and thatâs Gotak, Juntae, and Sieun. Nice to meet you!â
You shyly nodded, offering a small smile to each and every one of them. âIâm ___.â
However, you froze when Sieun held his gaze at you, not bothering to spare a glance at Hari and Youngseo.Â
Luckily, Hyuntak noticed your discomfort, âThe staring thing again? Come on, buddy, we talked about thisâŠâ
Only when Sieun stopped staring at you did you finally feel like you could breathe easily again. Even with how insecure he made you feel, you couldnât help but think about how his unwavering stare turned you on.
The first few tutoring sessions between you and Sieun passed by quickly. You didnât say much nor did he, just like how you used to when you were kids. You fell back in the comfortable rhythm of putting up a friendly act just so you and he could please your respective mothers.
Reluctantly, you had to admit that Yeon Sieun was a good tutor. He didnât go easy on you, but he didnât expect you to know the answer to every question. After all, why would you get tutored by him if you knew everything? Slowly, you saw your physics grade improving at a steady rate.
However, you ended up regretting being so comfortable with Sieun during your fifth tutoring session.Â
You were brushing up on high energy particle collisions when his laptop ran out of battery. Being a responsible student, you absentmindedly let him borrow yours, giving him your password, while you worked on a practice exam question.
â___, I think you forgot to close this?â
You looked up from your paper, and-
SHIT.
Right there, on your screen, full-brightness and misleading pastel colours, was your Tumblr page. It wasnât even your SFW account you used to interact with your MOA moots. No, it was your very 18+, MDNI, blog you used to write your deepest, dirtiest and smuttiest fantasies about your biases and bias-wreckers.
You almost tripped over your bag when you ran up to him to slam your laptop shut.Â
âS-Sieun-ah, this is just a hobby,â you stammered, stumbling over your words. âItâs getting late, so Iâm gonna go home now.â
You rushed out the door, face red and wanting to evaporate out of sheer embarrassment right then and there.
What do you do when your former one-sided rival and childhood friend stumbles onto your smut blog?Â
The answer is that you avoid him at every turn.
You weren't ashamed to admit to running away when you and your friends bumped into Sieun and the rest of the guys at the arcade.
âItâs okay. I donât need to get tutored by him anymore. Iâve been getting the top spot in physics for weeks now,â You thought, reasoning with yourself when you were walking back home after you were done with cram school. âWhen I get to college, I wonât live next door to Yeon Sieun anymore.â
You swore when you saw Sieun outside his apartment, about to unlock the door with his keys. You put your hood on, trying to hide as much of your face as possible, and sprinted to your door, trying to unlock it as fast as you could.
â___,â You froze, key just outside the door lock, upon hearing his deep voice. âCan we talk?â
That was how you found yourself sitting next to Sieun on the couch in his living room.
âWhereâs your mom?â You asked him, trying to break the tension. Now that you thought about it, she was rarely around. She placed too much faith in letting her teenage son be alone with a girl in her apartment.
âSheâs on some business trip. She wonât be back until next week,â He answered casually, handing a mug of hot tea to you, which you gratefully accepted. âBut weâre not here to talk about her.â
You awkwardly placed the mug on the coffee table, making sure a coaster was beneath it, knowing how particular his mother was with condensation stains.
âYouâre âŠnot going to tell my mom?â
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âWhy would I do that? What you do in your spare time is none of my business. Is that why youâve been avoiding me?â
You nodded slightly. âWhat was I supposed to do? The last time we really knew each other was when we were kids, and the stuff I wrote wasnât really- well-â
âI know.â
âWhat do you mean, you know?â
âI saw your username and read some of your writings.â Your jaw dropped at his confession.
âWhy the hell would you do that?â You asked him, gobsmacked. You couldnât imagine Sieun willingly reading smut.Â
âYou made a few grammar mistakes, but the plots were interesting,â Sieun then turned to look at you. There was something in his eyes, something you have never seen before, but heard of it described in the many works you have read before. âThe last one you wrote. The male character⊠he sounds like me.â
You knew exactly which fic he was talking about. It was a Taehyun fic, where he and the reader were childhood friends who reunited years later. 10k+ words where roughly two-thirds of it was pure, unadulterated smut. You practically wrote it overnight. Despite how easy it was to write it, it was your most successful fic. Taehyunâs characterisation in your fic was most definitely based on Sieun, but you werenât going to admit that.
âNo, heâs not,â You immediately denied his allegation. âThe childhood friends-to-lovers trope is very common. Iâm pretty sure half of all K-dramas have some variation of this trope.â
âYou wrote about the time where I accidentally pushed you too far off the swings.â
âCoincidence.â
âYou wrote that she used to hate him because her mother always praised him over her.â
Somehow, Sieun had gotten close to you, and you were a breath away from him. If it were any other guy, you would have shoved them away, but this was Sieun. The little boy who read books with you because you both preferred silence. The same boy who had grown into the young and very attractive man in front of you.
âI âŠdid write that.â
âYou havenât updated the second part,â Was his voice always so melodic? It felt like he was luring you into a trance. âDoes she still hate him now?â
âNo,â You breathed out heavily. His whispers felt like they were kissing your lips. âShe never hated him. She just- she was just jealous that he was seen, and she wasnât.â
You had never been this close with a boy- no, a man, before. His jawline looked like it was sharp enough to cut glass. There were no signs of acne or blemish marks on his face. He had to be using some sort of skincare routine. If it turned out he used some sort of 20-in-1 soap for his whole body, you would riot and declare that life was unfairly biased towards men.
âThatâs not true,â He looked you in the eyes. How did they convey so much emotion when his lips didnât say much? âI didnât like you either, but I have always seen you.â
Time stood still as your eyes flickered down to his lips. His own eyes were searching for your lips as well.
âYou wrote consent was the key. ___,â Sieun breathed out, his voice too low and quiet to be heard by anyone but you. âMay I kiss you?â
You didnât even need to think about it. âYes.â
Sieun didnât waste any time, stealing your breath away when he pressed his lips against yours in a clumsy yet heated motion. His approach to kissing you was exactly like how he approached his studies. He made a hypothesis, tested it, and then experimented from there. He found that you rather liked it when he nudged your lips with his tongue, silently asking permission for entry, which you gladly gave him.
When you moaned, a verbal response to his hands brushing through your hair, angling your head to kiss you deeper, he added another step to his experiment. His hands travelled down to your waist, and his leanly-muscled arms pulled you into his lap, your plush thighs straddling his strong ones.
You let out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan when Sieun trailed his lips down your neck, focusing on the soft, hollow area where your pulse was the strongest. He helped you out of your blazer, leaving you in your white, long-sleeved school shirt. You grabbed his hands and led them under your shirt, where they rested against the warm skin of your waist. Â
âCome here,â you panted as you looked down at him, kissing him as if it was as natural as breathing in oxygen. You usually werenât impulsive like this. You never saw your first kiss culminating in grinding Sieun on his lap. Hell, he wasnât even in the scenario back when you were twelve and imagining what your first kiss would be like.Â
It was only when you felt Sieunâs erection straining through his trousers that you finally snapped out of your hormone-addled haze.
âWait. Wait a second,â Your hand pushed him back by his shoulder. His dark eyes, usually apathetic and unfeeling, were full of unbridled lust and confusion, and you desperately wanted to comfort him by kissing all his doubts away, but you still had to make sense of what this was. âI just- Sieun, what exactly are we?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, one second, we were tutor and tutee, and the next, weâre making out on your momâs couch.â When you said it out loud, you realised how much it sounded like the plotline of a low-quality pornographic video. âWeâre ___ and Sieun. We donât like each other like that.â
âWhat makes you think I donât like you?â
You laughed softly. âOkay, if you say that youâve been in love with me since we were kids, Iâm going to hit you.â
âDonât be ridiculous,â said Sieun, who started drawing absentless circles on your back, sending chills down your spine. âI wasnât really fond of you too back then.â
You frowned. âOkay, offence very much taken.â
âNo, I didnât mean it like that-â Sieun cut himself off, biting his lip before continuing to explain himself. âYour mom was always there, and mine wasnât. I know how she really is now, but back then-â
âI get it,â You interrupted him. It was like your mothers were a reverse of each other. While your mother was always around, she was controlling, always making you doubt yourself. Meanwhile, you found that Sieunâs mom always had confidence in him, but she certainly kept her distance. Both of you wanted what the other had. âIt still doesnât explain why you suddenly like me.â
âIâm not sure about it, myself,â answered Sieun. âIt was more like, I just realised how much I enjoyed having you around when I saw you again. You reminded me that I hadnât always been lonely all my life.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You asked, puzzled on why he would think that of himself. âYou have your friends.â
âThey were a recent development, and it didnât come easy.â
âAre you talking about the Union?â You questioned, remembering what Hari had told you.
âSo they told you.â Sieun sighed. He looked like he didnât want to recount the things that happened last year.
âYou donât have to tell me,â You held his cheek with your hand. Somehow, he looked more vulnerable than you ever saw him. âI can tell by your face. It must have been a difficult time for you.â
Sieunâs eyes softened. He slowly brought you closer, hugging you as he leaned his face into the crook of your neck. You werenât sure of what kind of relationship you had with him, but what you learned was that he needed you somehow, and you welcomed him.
From a young age, you always had a life plan. It was nurtured into you by your mother. It was a simple, linear plan. Get good grades, get into a top university, and graduate with first class. Your mother didnât include dating into the life plan.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Yeon Sieun was supposed to stay that awkward and geeky kid.
He was supposed to be a skinny nerd with no game.
He wasn't supposed to have clear skin and soft, supple lips. He wasn't supposed to be devastatingly handsome with Bambi eyes and a sharp jawline.
He wasn't supposed to grow out of the one-sided childhood rivalry you had with him.
He was supposed to tutor you like your mother asked him to, even though you never agreed to it.
He wasn't supposed to be pressing you down on his bed while invading your mouth with his tongue.
Sieun certainly wasn't supposed to be pushing your soaked panties aside and demonstrating the many ways he could make you come undone with his fingers alone.
Yeon Sieun wasn't supposed to be hot.
It had been a few nights since you made out with Sieun while grinding him wantonly on his lap. Since then, you have found your libido uncontrollable since your childhood friend found the switch and turned it on. Suddenly, every smut fic you read on Tumblr, Wattpad, AO3, etc, all involve his stupid face and his equally dumb, messy hair, instead of the idols you fangirled over.Â
Now, his unfairly long fingers were stripping you of your cotton panties. Even though you were still wearing your skirt, your hands went down to cover your heated pussy.Â
Sieun, who was between his usual careless self and the oddly passionate self he displayed whenever he was with you, asked you, âDo you want to stop? You know what to say.â
He had read another one of your one-shots, a BDSM V fic you wrote for Kinktober, which wasnât really as rough as the ones you have read before, but did contain the proper usage of safe words. Proper etiquette was a yes with you.
Of course, you had no intentions of committing any sadomasochistic acts; you mainly read them because of the smut, but you agreed with Sieun that a safe word was a good idea.
You shook your head. âNo, Iâm good.â
âThen, get your hands away.â With his strong grip, Sieun wrenched your hands away. He then proceeded to bunch your skirt up around your waist, fully exposing your wet nether lips to him. âYouâre already wet.â
His left hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head onto the headboard of his bed. âHow do you usually finger yourself?â
You gulped, fully aware that you were the only one who had ever witnessed the Sieun you were with now. âMy clit. Just start there, and then work your way from there.â
He nodded, focusing his attention on the throbbing clump of nerves. He traced your nether lips with his index finger before pressing your clit with his thumb. You struggled to keep still, not wanting to show him how out of control he made you feel with just a simple touch.
âT-thatâs it,â You stammered, trying to keep your voice low. âJust circle around it a few times to stimulate it.â
You thought Sieun would have added his own flair, but he diligently followed your instructions. Your breathing became quicker. Even though his touches were simple and minimal, his fingers were very different from yours, his calluses rougher, making the sensation different.
You gripped his sheets. âY-you can put a finger inside now.â
âYou sure?â
âYes.â You let out a heavy breath when his middle finger finally penetrated you. He started with shallow pumps before slowly building up his speed. You firmly shut your eyes, holding your tongue back from letting out the many moans threatening to spill out of you.
âWhy are you quiet?â Sieun questioned you casually as if he wasnât fucking you with his finger right now. He pulled out of you, and somehow, your aching heat missed him. âYou didnât like it?â
âNo!â You raised your voice, emotions still high from the peak you were seconds away from reaching. âItâs just that- Iâm never alone at home, so I always have to be quiet-â
âWell, youâre on my bed, in my room,â Sieun reasoned with you. His finger penetrated you a second time without warning, causing you to yelp at the sudden but certainly welcome intrusion. âBe as loud as you want.â
He slipped a second finger inside when you were practically drenching him, scissoring and stretching you out, making your thighs shake as he made sure to let each and every one of your moans escape from your mouth. The warm slick lubricating the spongy walls of your cunt coated his fingers, making each push and pull easier as you got wetter.
âSieun-ah!â You wailed loudly. His hand stopped gripping your wrists to the headboard, instead choosing to hold your hand, his large hand encompassing yours as he interlocked your fingers together. You involuntarily kicked at his sheets when he reached your g-spot. Methodically, he repeated the same motion, making you climb higher and higher to your peak. âIâm going to cum!â
The familiar feeling of waves crashing over occurred when he somehow managed to press his thumb to your clit at the exact time his fingers reached your g-spot, something you have never been able to do on your own. You thanked your lucky stars that his mom was never around, because the scream you let out was embarrassingly loud and unmistakable.
You were still climbing down from your high when you felt Sieun brush your sweaty bangs back. You stifled a chuckle, pushing your upper body arm with your arms before reaching up to kiss him, before sneakily lowering your hand to unzip his trousers and cup his noticeable erection.
You werenât sure what kind of relationship you had with your former childhood friend, but right now, you were in a state of bliss, experiencing all of your firsts together.
A couple of months passed by since you and Sieun progressed your relationship from awkward former childhood playmates to friends who play with each other in bed.Â
Well, it wasnât always necessarily in bed.
There was that one time when you blew him under his desk when he didnât pay you enough attention. Sieun repaid you when he pinned you to the desk, using his pretty lips and tongue to eat you out.
Of course, you would always remember the time you and Sieun finally did the deed.Â
You had just gotten your mock exam results, and lo and behold, you had gotten an A+ on your physics exam, something you thought impossible. You remembered proudly showing off to Sieun, who congratulated you with a small smile. You hung out with your friends, where Youngseo and Baku were still somehow figuring out their situationship, and you mischievously played footsie with Sieun when you were all celebrating the end of finals at a pizza place.
That culminated in a long night when you finally asked Sieun to make love to you, despite you still being âfriendsâ. Somehow, you felt truly loved by him, with how he eased you into it when he finally penetrated you, and how he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you got used to him.Â
Even though you were at a stalemate with Sieun, both of you knew that you were no longer just friends, not with the lazy lovemaking sessions, the shared journey together to and from the cram school, or how he shared his AirPods with you every time you rode the bus.
Somehow, love had bloomed between the childhood acquaintances who used to be so envious of each other.
However, the suneung was coming up, and just like Sieun, your grades were too important for you.Â
âLetâs wait for our university letters,â you told him one day. He was tracing absent-minded circles on your back as you lay in bed together. âThen, weâll go from there.â
Even though he used to make you feel insecure, somehow, you felt safe with him. You werenât afraid to loosen the reins on your life. He always made you feel as though he would always accept you, no matter your flaws.
For the first time in a while, you and Sieun still had all of your clothes on as you sat in front of your laptops in his room, impatiently waiting for the long-awaited email to arrive.
âWhere is it? It should be here by now,â You rapped your fist lightly against your mouth. âDamn it, I know I messed up on that last question, and theyâre taking so long because they know it too-â
âCalm down,â Sieun rubbed your back up and down, trying to ease your nerves. âItâs a mass email, so itâs going to take a while to send to everyone.â
At that moment, both of your accounts received emails from Yonsei, each headlined with the department you applied to.
âSieun-ah, itâs here,â You whispered before nervously tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie. âItâs here!â
âI know,â he acknowledged. âOn three?â
You smiled at him, hovering your finger above the touchpad. âOn three.â
You counted down, opening the email at the count of three, and gasped when you saw the first line starting with, âCongratulations, Miss ___, you have been acceptedâŠâ
You couldnât help the wide grin on your face. âSieun-ah, I got in! What about you?â
While his smile wasnât as obvious as yours, it was obvious that he received good news as well. âMe too.â
Unable to contain your happiness anymore, you threw your arms around him. Your feet were lifted off the ground as he wrapped your arms around your waist, hugging you back earnestly. You didnât need to explain what you felt. Sieun knew what it felt like to have years of studying finally pay off.
When he finally stopped spinning you around and set you down, you leaned up and pulled him into a kiss. Unlike the many heated kisses you shared that led to even hotter encounters, this kiss was soft, gentle, and comforting. You realised that ever since Sieun first defended you during that dinner, you readily started giving your heart, little by little, until he had it whole.
â___,â he whispered, just a breath away from your lips when you finally separated. âI really like you. I think I love you. Do you want to give us a chance?â
What else could you say other than yes?
authorâs notes: Finally, I've finished writing this. I wanted to write more sm*tty parts, but it sounded so awkward and weird, so I ended up scraping it. I hope you enjoyed reading it!
birthday treat |Â Go Hyuntak x reader x Park Humin ONE SHOT
pairing | mean!Go Hyuntak x fem!reader x soft!Park Humin
synopsis | after teasing them all day, Hyuntakâs patience snaps and Huminâs there to keep him at bay (and you on edge) m.list genre | SMUT wc | 4.4k (what)
warnings | college au, nsfw, SMUT, bad cop/ good cop lowkey but mild, praise kink vs. humiliation kink, oral (m.receiving) / (f.receiving), fingering. P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), coming inside, loss of virginity, NOT proofread
note | not a request but I felt like writing this, so and rn I feel like deleting it
The air was charged with the bustle of people having fun around you. You could barely take a step without bumping into a body, so your hand stayed wrapped around one of your friends', letting them guide you through the cracks of the crowd.
The funfair was in town and you couldn't be happier that it had landed on your birthday.
Since you weren't in the mood for a big party, you had light-heartedly invited some friends to join you for an easy afternoon.
When Humin and Hyuntak had arrived at your place to pick you up, you had jokingly glimpsed up at either, fluttering your lashes. "It's my birthday.", you cooed. "Who do I get to unwrap?"
You had teasingly run a finger along the hem of Humin's shirt, raising the material up ever so slightly before swapping to your other friend, one finger hooked into the collar of his sweater. You could feel their breaths hitch, finding satisfaction in their reactions.
While Humin let out a chuckle at your boldness, Hyuntak fixed you with something close to a glare, his jaw clenched painfully tight.
The rest of the group arrived shortly after, cutting your tease short.
It was only a joke after all.
You had told your friends explicitly that gifts were off the table and still every single one of them had brought you one.
Sieun and Yeongi were busy chaperoning Suho, earning an annoyed huff here and there as they insisted on babying him due to his recent hospital discharge. They refused to let him join most of the rides, keeping him busy with prize centred booths instead. That left you, Humin and Hyuntak to enjoy most of the rides as a trio.
Everyone got to choose an attraction and while you had put your pick on the ferris wheel, Hyuntak grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards the bumper cars. You were surprised at the fact that he decided to occupy his own vehicle, while Humin claimed the seat next to yours, offering to take over the steering wheel while you took on the foot work.
The ride drew the most laughs and shrieks from you and you did your best to ignore the way Hyuntak's eyes were basically glued to your chest whenever he maneuvered his car to hit yours, not quite subtle as he found joy in watching your breasts bounce with the each collusion.
Simultaneously, Humin's embrace around you tightened, pressing you into his chest with every hit. "I'm keeping you safe.", he excused with a murmur but you could feel his heartbeat rumble in his chest.
By the time the cars had slowed to a halt, your dress had ridden up all the way, making your thighs stick to the plastic seat. Baku had reached his hand towards you, easily pulling you on your feet. Before you could adjust, he wrapped his arms around you and dragged the material down to cover the sight of your panties, lingering just a beat too long before pulling back.
You thanked him, turning towards your other friend to suggest the next activity but you found him frozen in his state, arms reaching over his head in the middle of a stretch. A sliver of his chiseled abdomen was visible, wrapped by the thick wasitband of his blue boxers, the brand gleaming in the neon lights of the nearby attractions.
You chuckled at the sight, briskly pulling up the hem of your dress to re-reveal your own underwear while your other hand pushed your dress strap over your shoulder. "We match.", you announced, quickly letting the light material fall back into place when you were sure that he had seen the color of your underwear.
As you readjusted your strap, you remembered that you had in fact not been wearing a bra, carelessly shrugging your shoulders at the reminder.
You hadnât noticed Hyuntakâs reaction.
The night filled with more snacks, rides and Suho begging you to remind his guardian angels of his mature age, but as you opened your mouth, the glares that they fixed you with made you press your lips together quickly to swallow the words you didn't dare to let slip up.
"Just listen to them for a while.", you tried instead. Suho groaned, muttering something along traitor as you shrugged your shoulders in apology.
You parted ways a little while later, Humin grabbing your gifts off you as he accompanied you with the excuse to get the birthday girl home safely. You laughed at that because being your neighbours hence you lived near campus, the duo was gonna head the same path either way.
You didn't invite them in as you pushed the door to your apartment open, yet they both followed you inside, exchanging a loaded look as they took in the lack of shoes amongst their's at the entrance. Nobody was home.
You led them into your room without further ado, lazily motioning towards a spot near your wardrobe where Humin tossed your gifts, making them join the spill of dismissed clothes that was splattered all across your floor. Your friends tip-toed around the mess, careful not to step on anything.
"You need a bigger place.", Hyuntak voiced as he scanned the room with a scowl. The mess made his skin itch. He would happily volunteer to tidy up the chaos.
Humin wasn't as irritated with the sight, his eyes rather fixed on you as you rubbed a soaked cotton pad across your face to take off your make-up. "You're too old to be living at home.", he agreed.
You just tipped your chin. "And to broke to be living alone." When you'd declared your face clean, you swept the pile of stained cotton into your trash bin, a thought resurfacing in your head.
You looked into the mirror on your wardrobe, taking in your reflection. "Hey.", you called out. "Be honest. Could you tell that I wasn't wearing a bra all day?" You chased the stretch of material on your chest, arching a brow as you were sure, you could see the outline of your nipples poke through the polyester. There was nothing you could change about it now, but you still wanted some reassurance.
At the lack of dialogue, you turned slowly. Your friends were already staring at you. Humin had his lips parted, like he was about to make a remark while Hyuntak had one of your jeans half folded in his arms. There was a tiny pile of neatly put together clothes on your dresser where he had started gathering your stuff off the floor.
The air felt charged, somehow. Your breath was shallow, skin tickling under their gazes. Had you said something out of pocket?
Before you could ask them, Hyuntak strode towards you, dropping the garment from his arms as he closed the distance between you two.
You staggered backwards instinctively, trying to regain some space but he followed you, crowding your space one more time as the back of your knees hit your bed, legs buckling with the push of Hyuntak's hand on your shoulder. You refused to sink down, keeping your body steady against his.
"What are you doing?", you asked him, voice wavering under his gaze. He huffed, craning his neck with an eye roll. "No, what are you doing?"
You shot him a puzzled look, shaking your head in confusion. "I'm not following."
He moved his hand from your shoulder, tracing the curve up your neck until he had his hand placed on your nape. Your pulse skittered under his touch.
âYouâve been teasing us all day.â, he continued, his breath hot on your cheek, lips so close to yours, you could feel them brush up against yours, the torturous tickle unescapable as he refused to let you go.
"We're friends. It's what friends do.", you countered, eyes darting to Humin, but he seemed completely enthralled by whatever your friend was planning to achieve, hands buried deep in his pockets.
"Flashing me your underwear?", Hyuntak pressed. "Drawing my attention on these?" His other hand raced up your thigh, easily grabbing a handful of your dress before bunching it up your lower half, stopping short as your panties came into sight, the only thing keeping the raw air off your skin being your tights.
As you glimpsed down, your chest seizing with every rush of cold air, you found that they had in fact not functioned as safety pants like you had assumed. They were most definitely see-through and sparkly.
Hyuntak's thumb hooked underneath your jaw, guiding your gaze right back up to face him. "Reminding me how easy it'd be to just rip this off?"
Your heart actually skipped a beat at that, a helpless sound slipping from your throat as your eyes landed back on Humin. This time, he met your gaze, reading the plea for help off you.
He cleared his throat, that trademark smirk back on his lips as he moved forwards, clamping one hand on his friend's shoulder. "Come on, Gotak.", he barked, his volume out of place in this tense atmosphere. "Get off her."
Hyuntak barely spared him a glance, his jaw unclenching as he rolled his shoulder to get out of his friend's grip. "No. I wanna hear it from her." Two sets of eyes were back on your face, heat creeping into your cheeks, undoubtably dusting them red.
Your lips parted but no sound came out. Hyuntak snorted at that, crowding your space further.
"Cat got your tongue? You were so chatty all day, don't go mute on me now.", he coaxed.
You swallowed around a painful lump in your throat, regaining your voice.
âItâs my bir-â, you started but Hyunyak interrupted you.
âNot anymore. Past midnight. Means I donât have to play nice any longer.â You glimpsed towards the alarm on your nightstand, confirming his claim.
âStill wanna unwrap your present?", he asked. "Was that just empty words? You donât wanna let actions follow?â His lips were now downright pressing against your cheek, chasing a path along your jaw, stopping only as he reached the delicate shell of your ear.
You shuddered at the warmth emitting from his words. A spark travelled down your body, your pulse hammering under his touch. Before you could bite it back, a whimper escaped your mouth.
That actually did. Huminâs smile faltered, an implacable glint gleaming in his eyes. He didnât intervene as Hyuntak grabbed your upper arms, only watched as he gave you a not so gentle push that sent you flat on your back, the mattress dipping where you landed.
Before Hyuntak could follow you down, Humin's hand came up, pulling him back by his shoulder. "No coaxing.", he reminded his friends. Then he turned his attention back to you. "Do you actually want this?"
Your head nodded without your permission, a dull longing spreading in your abdomen. "Yes.", you whispered.
In an instant, Hyuntak was on you.
He pushed you back by your shoulders, keeping you flat on your back as he climbed on top of you, one knee perched between your thighs to keep them open.
His lips attached on yours and you gasped at the sudden contact, letting him slip his tongue past your lips to curl against yours. You tried to keep up but he was relentless.
There was no rhythm in the way he latched onto you, just pure unfiltered want.
He pulled back slightly for air, before dipping his head back to yours, nipping at your lips with a pressure that made a warmth spread under the skin.
When he pulled back again, you chased his lips, not ready to lose his warmth yet but another hand, a bigger one, came up to cup your cheeks, turning your head to face him. Humin.
You sat up on your elbows, chest heaving.
"Put your tongue out for me."
You obliged, parting your lips to let the tip of your tongue dart out your mouth. Humin groaned at the sight, muttering a praise under his breath before closing in, wraping his lips around your tongue as he sucked it into his mouth, the movements of his lips in sync with yours. You melted into his touch, sweet moans spilling into his mouth as you let him lick past your tongue, eager to taste you.
Panic crowded at your chest as you ran out of breath, every jerk back of your head followed by Humin recapturing your lips, until you remembered to breathe out your nose.
Humin ripped his lips off yours with a suddenness that left you whining at the loss of his warmth. He chuckled, pressing a soft peck on your jaw before reattaching his lips on your neck, tending to your pulse point. The sensation was so intense, you closed your eyes to focus on it.
Hyuntak's voice snapped you out of it. You looked at him with a pout, slightly annoyed as he didnât let you enjoy this.
âHow many?â, he asked, holding up his stretched hand. You blinked.
âHow many can you usually take, hm?â, Humin defined, his voice sending vibration against your skin. Usually. You thought about it, eyes tailing your own fingers.
âTwo.", you answered, palming Hyuntak's flexed hand. You ran your finger along his pointer. "But yours are bigger than mine.â He drew his eyebrows together, eyes hesitantly darting off your face and towards his fingers, inspecting the size.
"You've never taken anything bigger?", he probed.
You shook your head slightly, earning a bark from Humin. Your head snapped towards him as he tossed himself on the sheets behind you, the mattress sinking under his weight with the new movement. His head shot up, eyes gleaming as he searched your face for honesty. "Never?"
You repeated your head gesture. Both your friends let out a groan at that. Your face burned with shame, the attention making something in your stomach churn.
Humin shot back up, his knees on either side of your hips as he pulled your back flush against his chest. He took one of your hands and splayed it, inspecting your fingers as he compared the size to his. He hummed and Hyuntak joined your hands.
You looked down.
One of Hyuntak's fingers was undoubtably wider and longer than one of yours and two of them were just too big, the sight flaring panic in your chest. You were scared to rip something. Baku's fingers were different. His middle finger caught your attention. Almost as thick as two of yours and long, callouses from basketball and fights decorating the skin.
"You do it." Humin's grin stretched wide as he let your words feed on his ego, placing a kiss on your cheek before jutting his chin towards his friend.
"Those expensive?", Hyuntak asked you, looking up from his position between your legs. He circled his thumbs over the tights on your inner thighs.
You shook your head. "Supermarket." You barely had the word out before the faint sound of ripping filled the air.
Hyuntak had gripped your tights and he was tearing the material off your legs. You gasped, but Humin swallowed any sound of protests as he guided your lips back onto his.
You didn't know who it was ripping your panties off you, but he traced the damp spot on the gusset a few times before discarding the material.
"That how worked up you've gotten through a few words?", he teased. âYou really are a virgin.â
The cold rushed to your heat immediately, making your spine straighten, as a cold sharpness bit between your folds. You glimpsed down as much as the position allowed you, catching Hyuntak blowing air towards your wet entrance.
"Isn't it hard?â You could feel his lips brush up against you with every word. You shot him a dazed look.
âHaving to keep it low, so no one hears?â, he continued, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, mere centimetres away from your outer lips. âI wanna hear you. Wanna drink up every little moan, every broken plea to let you cum."
You could barely form a thought before something bigger poked your entrance. Humin slipped his finger inside you without a further hesitation, immediately pushing it all the way back. He reached a spot you hadn't been able to tend to yet, arching your back as your pushed your ass down, eager to get him deeper.
At the same time Hyuntakâs head dipped down.
You jolted as a wet and warm sensation wrapped around your clit. Hyuntak had his face buried in the area beneath your navel, swiping his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
You writhed at the first contact but it was to no avail hence you were trapped between their bodies. Hyuntak nipped on your outer lips, licking small strokes across the nerve bundle, varying between lapping and sucking on your clit, the unguided pleasure pulling moans from you that had your chest tense with shame.
Every time you felt the pressure tighten in your abdomen, he let up, chuckling as you bucked your hips up to chase his mouth, calling you a variation of eager each time. When he kissed up the spot where your cunt met your thighs, you ground back against his face, as he lapped back at your nub to drink up the slick that pulsed out of you. Your moans grew higher pitched.
You tried to bite them back which promised difficulty as Humin curled his finger to graze just the right spot.
You came instantly, orgasm ripping through you so hard, your vision whitened for a mere second. Your friends both laughed, calling you all variations of adorable as they trailed kisses along your skin, forgetting to work you through the aftershocks. Your pulsing pleasure died down rather quickly but there was more to come.
Humin chased the curve of your neck while Hyuntak tended to the inside of your thighs, chasting open mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin until Humin pulled his finger out of you.
He barely let you catch your breath before rising up to his knees. Your friends exchanged a glance.
"So, who gets to be first?â
You parted your lips to make a suggestion but before you had a word out, they threw up their fists, shaking it twice before pushing two fingers out. âBest out of three.â, Hyuntak mumbled, going for paper next. Humin cursed as he had maintained the fist.
"Don't I get to choose?" , you interrupted them, both heads snapping to you like you had just reminded them of your presence.
Humin looked like he was considering it but Hyuntak shot the idea down with a shake of his head.
"Had it still been your birthday, I might've considered." His eyes gleamed mean, matching the curl of his lips.
The last round had you hold your breath. They threw up their picks. Hyuntak had remained with the paper, your eyes tailing the long built of his fingers and Humin â had chosen rock again.
A slight disappointment spread through your chest, mingled with an unease as you watched the curve of Hyuntakâs smirk deepen.
He pushed his pants down his legs in a hurry, kicking them off before parting your knees, stepping between them.
"Too easy.", he murmured as he guided his erection towards your entrance, taken aback at how quickly his head slipped inside.
Humin huffed behind you, hands on your hips to keep you steady.
"Don't be mean."
Hyuntak snapped his hips against yours, pushing halfway in before halting to let you adjust. He slowly fed you more and more until he had bottomed out.
"She's into it.", he claimed. Humin dismissed it, easily convinced.
His lips were back on your jaw, teeth grazing your skin.
"You like it when he's mean?", he asked. You shook your head, but the evidence was clear - and slick. The sound was sinful, squelches bouncing off the wall as you grew so wet Hyuntak had problems to keep himself from slipping out of you.
His hips nudged forwards in a rather careful manner at first, eyes fixed on your face as he tried to pick up on any discomfort. Then he grew bolder, faster.
His hips rocked against yours in a steady rhythm, the stretch burning slightly but you bit your lip through it, trying to grow used to it. Humin picked up on your unease, taking in the drawn together eyebrows.
"Don't do it if it hurts her.", he urged Gotak, but you dismissed his worry. "Keep going. I can take it.", you panted.
Humin wasn't sold on it.
His fingers found your clit, still slippery as he drew tight circles on it, easing the pain of Hyuntak hammering into you.
Instantly, you relaxed in his hold, tipping your head back to rest it on his chest.
As Hyuntak grabbed your calves to push your knees further up your chest, you yelped, the angle deeper in this position. You clenched down as he hit a delibaretly sweet spot inside you.
His rhythm faltered at that but the pressure in your abdomen intensified, ready to snap with every thrust of his hips. You were close, the telltale signs hinting as much.
It was your first orgasm while having someone inside, and it was approaching rapidly. Your pulse thundered, heart a beat too frantic. Hyuntak kept picking up his pace.
"Wait.", you murmured, one hand on his chest, but he didn't bulge.
"You said you could take it.", he reminded you, not planning to let up. âDonât fight if you wanna get there.â
Meanwhile Humin had found the perfect angle to spark your nerves alight, flicking his fingers across your clit in a ruthless rhythm.
You were nearing to the edge, only a few more thrusts away from tipping over it. Your friends noticed as well, adding more vigour to their appeals as they got you to break.
Your back arched into the air, thighs shaking as another orgasm ruptured through you in waves, walls fluttering in sync with Huminâs fingers over your clit.
Hyuntak cursed as you held onto him, walls hugging him so tightly, he had trouble keeping up his thrusts. When you let out another lewd moan, he came as well, paying no mind to the mere idea of pulling out.
He spilled inside you, fucking the release right back into you as it started to trickle down your inner thighs.
When he finally pulled out, you were a molten mess between them, boneless and panting.
Humin rubbed your sides with his hands, engulfing you in a back hug as he waited for your heartbeat to regulate.
His lips found your ear, chills racing down your spine as he kept up the soft touch.
âYou ready for me now?â, he asked after a short while. âWanna catch your breath first?â
You shook your head. Even though you had just come twice, you couldnât help the desire that still lingered deep in your chest. You were curious for him too.
Humin tightened his grip on your hips, pulling you slightly up his front before seating you on his lap. Your hips jerked involuntarily at the sensation of his dick nestling right between your folds, nerves screaming in overstimulation. You hadnât noticed him take off his pants.
He spread you open with his thumbs, keeping you like that for a little while he watched the mixed releases seep out your cunt and down on his shaft, coating him in.
The sight was unbearable so you looked on ahead, finding Hyuntak with his own length clutched into his fist.
âAgain?â
âCanât get enough of you.â, he shrugged with a feigned apology in his lidded eyes.
You huffed, but leaned into him anyways; Humin was starting to push in.
The stretch of him parting your lips and invading your insides was pushing the air out your lungs.
You drew your eyebrows together, trying to relax, not to clench down too much before he was fully inside.
Hyuntak captured your lips again, the rhythm erratic as he tried to keep his breath steady.
With a hand in the nape of your neck, he guided you down his body.
You yelped as you landed flat on your chest, head in his lap while Humin was sheathing deeper inside you.
Hyuntakâs tip was leaking and hot where it poked against your lips. You parted them instinctively and he took it as an invitation, pushing inside with a low groan.
"You taste yourself on there?", he asked you through gritted teeth and you hummed in agreement, sending neat vibrations up his body.
Meanwhile Humin was starting to thrust, your body rocking up the sheets with every other pounce, Hyuntakâs length reaching deeper and deeper inside your throat.
You tried to find a rhythm, use your tongue, but Humin was so deep inside you, it felt like he had reached your throat as well.
With a hand flat on Hyuntakâs abs, you pushed back until onlt his tip remained on your tongue, hand wrapped around his wet member. This was better. Manageable.
With your new motivation, you found yourself fond of the task, sucking on the tip while you jerked your hand up and down the rest of the length. Hyuntak was too indulged in the skill of your tongue to tease you, his ragged breath coming out in huffs.
Meanwhile, you could feel Humin swell inside you.
You sucked in your cheeks, putting more pressure on Hyunyakâs tip to make him cum, so you could put the focus back on Humin, eager to hear him comment on anything, hear his voice.
Hyuntakâs orgasm startled you as you were lost in a thought, his second load less in volume but still as hot as he released in your mouth.
You sucked him dry until he pushed you back by your head, falling back on his heels.
The taste that coated your tongue wasnât your favourite, but not the worst either so you just swallowed around it while settling your back to rest back on Huminâs chest.
He welcomed you instantly, arms caging yours against your sides. âYou liked that? Helping him out?â His voice had dropped a few octaves and you felt your body react to it.
You nodded, biting your lower lip as he rocked his hips up, aiming at a squishy spot that cleared your thoughts at once.
He noticed, of course, tending to that spot as he angled your hips down to meet his thrusts.
âLook at you taking it.â, he praised you, his eyes locked on your fucked out expression.
Your chest felt heavy and your stomach was tightening. The overstimulation hurt, but you liked in nonetheless; the pain bordered on pleasure.
This final climax took you by surprise, no telltale signs, just your walls closing in, tightly engulfing his dick in a warm embrace as your hole spasmed weakly around him.
He cursed lightly, littering your neck with kisses while riding out his own peak, his seeds joining the mess inside you, tricking down your legs before seeping into your bedsheets.
He held you like this until your heartbeats synchronised to a steady rhyhm, staggering only a little as he slid out. Without his length inside you, you collapsed backwards into his chest, eyes closed as exhaustion mantled over your body.
Huminâs hand came up to your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadnât felt escape. âDid it feel that good?", he cooed into your ear, lips curving into a smile as you nodded weakly.
Hyuntak was the first to move, grabbing his boxers off the floor before slipping into them. He left you in his friendâs embrace while he disappeared out the door, returning a while later with a damp towel.
As he settled back between your legs to wipe you down, your gaze darted towards the spill of gifts you hadnât opened yet.
"What's the actual presents?", you wondered aloud.
Huminâs hands descended down your arms, pausing at your hands to interlace your fingers with his.
"I got you a bracelet."
Hyuntak nodded along, pushing your legs a little further apart.
note: was this a fun read? Cause it was sure af fun to write also I canât find my Yeongbin fic cause I have 130 drafts on wattpad that are named âuntitledâ
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