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summary: in which you and steve can't stand to be apart from each other for more than a few hours. (2.8k)
warnings: no real season 5 spoilers, no use of Y/N, lovely bf steve, robin being the unlucky third wheel
a/n: only steve could pry me from the clutches of rpf for a while. he is my man and will always be my man !!! i could also be persuaded to open requests for him if anyone sends a good one ;)
The WSQK building sticks out from the surrounding grass and woodland hills like a sore thumb.
It's an ugly thing, square hunks of grey brick with all sorts of antennae poking out from the top, one that you wouldn't be caught dead near if not for Steve working there. Now you tolerate it, because you kind of have to if you want to see him at all during the day.
Since the Morning Squawk airs at very specific time every single day, Robin has him on a tight schedule. What that means for you is that the sun has barely risen when Steve's alarm goes off.
He'll pull his face when where it's more often than not buried in the crook of your neck with a soft groan so as to not wake you, but the lack of warmth when he retreats always does despite his best efforts. Then you get ten minutes before the snooze button wears off, and then Steve really has to go.
The way you spend those ten minutes together varies. Most times, you'll just lay there still tangled up in each other, mustering the energy to greet the day ahead.
He's out of the house within the next twenty, though not nearly awake enough and pretty grumpy after having to leave you so goddamn early everyday, and off to pick up Robin, who is always frustratingly chipper for it being the asscrack of dawn.
His words, not yours.
You let your knuckles rap against the heavy metal door of the building, bouncing on the balls of your feet. It isn't uncommon for you not to spend any time with Steve until the both of you get home from work, but you've been feeling a little anxious today. Seeing him always puts you in a better mood.
"Hey!" Steve exclaims, lighting up brighter than a Christmas light display as soon as he pulls open the door. "What're you doing here?"
You hold up the brown bag containing your own lunch with a smile, shoulders lifting in a shrug. "Figured you might want some company for lunch?"
"Yeah! Yeah, here, come on in!" He grabs your hand and pulls you inside with the utmost enthusiasm, letting the door slam shut behind you with a loud thud that rattles the walls.
What you aren't expecting is for him to nudge you up against the nearest wall and kiss you like he hasn't seen you in weeks.
His mouth moves against yours hungrily but still sweet in that way he does best, big hands cupping your face as he presses himself against you. Your fingers curl themselves into the front of his jacket, gripping the material dear life whilst you get the living daylights kissed out of you by your very enthusiastic boyfriend.
Steve pulls back after a while, giving you some time to gain your bearings and catch your breath again.
"Hey," He says softly, stroking a thumb under your ear.
You smile against him, reaching up to smooth back the few swoops of hair that have fallen over his forehead in the heat of the moment. "You greet everyone who comes here like that?"
"Only the really cute ones."
"Ones as in, there's more than just me?" You giggle, feigning shock. Steve drapes an arm over your shoulders, drawing you in close.
"What can I say? Can't keep a man like me tied down."
"Steve Harrington, you wound me!"
"Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean for you to find out this way."
The squishy yellow sofa in the common area isn't the most comfy, but it'll do for now as you plop down on it to eat. Time is of the essence here, because no matter how much you want to stay here with Steve and Robin, you're on a schedule here.
Steve takes perch on the armrest beside you, popping one knee up for him to rest his arm on.
"What'd you pack today?" He asks, leaning over so far his head blocks the entire opening of the bag. "Is that the last Bopper?! You said we had no moreā¦"
You swat him on the back of the neck gently to get him to move, stretching your lunch further away from him with a snort. "Yeah, I only said that 'cause I knew you'd eat the last one if you knew! Boppers are a rare commodity around here these days, Steve, you can't just inhale the whole box like you used to!"
"I'm just saying it would've been nice to know, then I could just ask Murray to get another oneā"
"Do not make that poor man smuggle more candy into a freaking military zone, Steven!"
"Okay! Alright, jeez. Can I have a bite, at least? You know they're my favoriteā"
"Get your feet off the damn couch, Steve! How many times do I have to tell you?" Robin appears in a blur of movement, crossing the floor quickly like a woman on a mission. She doesn't smack his knee when she passes, but you know she would if she felt the urge. Then she spots you and stops right in her tracks, grinning widely. "There's my favorite person! Man, are you a sight for sore eyes. Did you know your boyfriend keeps moaning and groaning about you every five minutes?"
"Uh, no I don't!" Steve shoots back immediately, wrinkling his nose. He turns back to you with a roll of his eyes, giving you a can you even believe this look. "Don't listen to Robin, she's just bitter because Vickie can't hang out tonight."
"Everything okay with you two?" You ask, tilting your head.
"Yeah, yeah, they're fine. She's just ridiculously clingy and can't stand to be away from her for more than a day."
You laugh, amused. "Sounds like someone else I know."
Steve kicks you gently, handsome features morphing into a dramatically offended expression. "I am not ridiculously clingy. I'm a perfectly normal amount of clingy, thank you very much."
"You keep telling yourself that, buddy," Robin snorts from the soundbooth. "Feet, Steve, put 'em on the floor!"
Begrudgingly, he drops into the seat on your other side, muttering under his breath as he picks up your legs and swings them over his lap. Fingers tap along your shins rhythmically, only stopping when you pass Steve half your sandwich (and yes, the Bopper too), and even then, his free hand stays on your knee.
Your lunch break dwindles down faster than you'd like it too, and soon enough, you have to leave, much to Steve's chagrin. He watches with a frown as you gather your trash to throw it away.
"What's the sad face for, Harrington?" You chuckle, clocking the furrow in his brow when you turn around to come back. "Is the riveting world of being a radio station sound guy not thrilling enough for you anymore?"
"You need a longer lunch break."
"You think? Well, you tell my boss that and see how well it goes."
Steve mumbles something unintelligible, hooking his arms around your waist to pull you against him as soon as you're close enough, effectively trapping you in place. He smells like laundry detergent and cologne and the spearmint gum he keeps in his pocket. Nice, like he always does.
"I have to go, babe," You sigh, draping your arms around his neck loosely.
"You don't have to."
"Yeah, I kinda do. My lunch break is fifty-five minutes. It takes fifteen to get all the way out here, twenty to spend with you, and fifteen minutes to get backāand that's all assuming I don't get stopped by any MPs both ways. You know how they are."
"So what I'm hearing is you can stay for five more minutes and you'll get back just in the nick of time."
"Steve!" You exclaim, but even then there isn't any real force behind it. You can never really stay cross with him when he smiles at you the way he is now, all lazy and fond and like he never wants you to leave, ever.
His grin turns teasing as he gives the belt loops of your jeans a playful tug. "C'mon, you love me."
"Who said that?"
"Uh, you did. Multiple times. Just this morning," He says very matter-of-factly, squinting at you. "Which, might I add, was far too long ago."
"A few hours is nothing."
"To you. I feel like I'm dying over here! You wouldn't want me to die, would you?"
"And you say you're not clingy."
"I never said that. I said i was a normal amount of clingy, there's a difference."
"Is there?"
"Oh, shut up."
He takes the chance to press a quick kiss to your lips. Then another to your cheek, and your other cheek, before pulling back to look at you again. He does this a lot, sometimes. The looking at you like he can't quite believe you're real. It used to make you squirm under his gaze, but now you've come to love it.
The walkie talkie on the coffee table crackles to life, and Robin's voice pours from the small speaker.
"As happy as I am to see you both happy, and you know I am, I might need to burn my retinas and corneas if I have to watch you be any more disgustingly sweet with each other."
Steve grabs the walkie, pressing the button rather forcefully. "Then don't look, Rob!" He huffs. At the sound of your giggle, his annoyed facade drops, revealing a small smile. "C'mon, I'll walk you out."
Steve holds your hand all the way to the car, letting your joined hands swing between the two of you on the very short walk.
"Thanks for letting me hang out," You say gratefully, bumping your shoulder against his.
Steve's brows fly towards his hairline, the grin on his face growing. "Are you kidding? Babe, seeing you standing outside that door was the best surprise ever! Come by anytime, seriously. It's way better than me shoveling Pop Tarts and having to listen to Robin gush about her relationship all the time."
"You love her," You insist, giggling.
Steve rolls his eyes playfully, bobbing his head. "Yeah, but not as much as I love you."
"Ew."
"Ew? Ew?! C'mere, you little shitā" Steve drops your hand and lunges for you, managing to grab you around the thighs, and before you know it, you're upside down in the air, having been thrown over Steve's shoulder easily. He takes a few steps, leaning all the way forward to offset the new human sized weight behind him, cackling as you cling to his biceps for dear life. "Take it back. Take it back right now!"
"Okay! Oh my god, fine, I take it back!" You howl, squeezing your eyes shut. "Put me down, you maniac!"
He plants you back on your feet right next to your car with one last chuckle and a satisfied smile. Ever the gentleman, he opens your door for you, bowing you into the driver's seat overdramatically. "Hope you make it back on time."
"Guess I better speed the whole way there."
"Ha. Maybe don't do that." Steve braces his elbows on your open window, leaning into the car. "Be safe, okay?"
"Always am," You say softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "See you at home?"
"Best part of the day."
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The sun is just starting to set when you finally clock out, sky awash with another one of those watercolor sunsets that you love so much about small town Hawkins. Oranges and pinks and fading blues blend into each other in the most gorgeous picture as you lock up for the night, and you sigh.
Steve is leaning on the hood of your car when you turn around, arms crossed over his chest, one leg over the other.
You beam brightly at the sight of him, mood instantly lifted.
"Fancy seeing you here," He calls, pushing off the hood as you get closer. He's ditched the jacket he'd been in when you last saw him, shirtsleeves pushed up to his elbows, hair a little messier than usualālike he'd been running his hands through it.
You let yourself stop just within arms length from him, smile still present. "I thought we were gonna see each other at home."
"That was the plan, yeah. But then after you left I decided I didn't wanna wait that long." He shrugs, taking your bag from off your shoulder and hiking it over his own. You roll your eyes playfully at his reasoning but step more into his space nonetheless, fiddling with the buttons on the open collar of his shirt, and his smile only grows giddier. "Missed you."
"I saw you at lunchtime, dingus."
"Did you? I don't recall."
"I'm sure you don't."
"Wanna grab dinner? That diner we like?" He changes the subject, draping an arm over your shoulders to steer you towards his car a few spots away. "I don't think we have much of anything in the fridge, so unless you want a bowl full of ketchupā¦"
"Breakfast for dinner it is."
"I mean, I don't mind squirting ketchup right into your mouth, if you don't want a bowl."
"That's disgusting," You giggle. Then you realize where you're headed and stop in your tracks, tugging Steve to a stop too. "My car."
"Just leave it here. I'll drop you off tomorrow morning."
"You don't have the time for that, babe."
"I'll make time. I'll wake up earlier."
"You can barely wake up on time as it is," You tease.
"Well, someone kept me up last night," He replies pointedly, brows wiggling suggestively. You jab an elbow into his ribs and he grunts, doubling over in pain. "I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it! C'mon. I just wanna spend more time with ya, honey."
Well, when he says it like thatāhow can you refuse?
Still, you have one request.
"Can we stay here and watch the sun set first?"
Steve smiles like he knew you'd ask and pops the trunk of his car, rifling around in the mess of things before procuring a slightly ratty blanket, laying it out onto the hood of his car carefully. He holds out a hand to help you up before climbing up and settling in himself.
"You're the only one I'd let sit on her, y'know."
You preen, batting your eyelashes. "I feel so special."
"You should. Dustin tried once and I kicked his ass off."
"Yet you let him drill a hole into her."
"Okay, I didn't let him do that!" Steve protests, shoving a large palm towards your face that you manage to push away with a giggle. "And I patched up that hole, thanks. Now, can it and watch the sunset."
To anyone else, this might seem harsh, but Steve's wit and and sass have always been how he shows his love.
You slot into spot under his arm just right, tucking yourself against his side to watch the sky gradually fade.
"You don't think I'm clingy, do you?" You ask quietly, just as the sun sinks below the horizon. Steve shifts under you, rubbing a hand down your arm. "Seriously, babe. Am I?"
"If you think you're clingy, I'd hate to know what you think of me," He snorts. You only blink, waiting for his answer. Then he sighs, intertwining his fingers through yours. "Yes, I think you're clingy."
You can't help the surprised noise that escapes your mouth at his words, completely taken aback. "What?"
"Wait, noāhear me out, hear me out. Being clingy, it's not a bad thing!" He exclaims, though that doesn't reassure you at all. "I just mean, with all the shit we've been through, how many times we've almost fucking died these past few years, we have the right to wanna be with each other all the time. Both of us. All of us."
Oh.
This makes much more sense. Suddenly all your fears that you're being irrational about wanting to be near him all the time seem much, much smaller, and it makes you feel a hell of a lot better.
"Hey, I love you," He says firmly, giving your hand a squeeze. "If you wanna come see me at work, don't even hesitate. If you want me to come see you at work, just gimme a call on the ol' walkie and I'll be there as fast as I can without breaking any laws. Hell, if you want to crawl into my damn ribcage and make a home there, I'd gladly crack open my chest."
You wrinkle your nose, giggling. "Yuck, Steve, that's disgusting."
"I'm just sayin', sweetheart." He presses a kiss to the side of your head, letting his lips linger for his next words. "Never think I don't wanna see you. Because if I had my way, we'd be joined at the hip twenty-four seven."
"That doesn't seem so bad."
Steve smiles. Soft, gentle, fonder than ever. "Doesn't seem so bad at all."
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could you write sieun being stressed with everything and avoiding reader but reader is so annoyingly worried with their relationship that sieun snaps real bad at her, says things he doesn't mean and regretting it right after reader leaves running in a storm and sieun isn't able to find her until next week because she had her phone turned off and missed school bc she got sick then he begs(literally) for her forgiveness, like crying because he can't lose her
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Yeon Sieun x reader
Youād been irritated for days ā not just irritated, but angry. And now, watching Sieun sitting on his bedroom floor, surrounded by scattered books and an overwhelming silence, everything felt ten times worse. The rain outside marked the slow rhythm of your growing frustration. You had come over to study, to spend time with himā¦ but instead, you were being ignored as if you werenāt even there.
āSieunā¦ā you called. No response.
āIām talking to you.ā You nudged his arm.
He looked up slowly, like you were nothing but an annoying interruption.
āThe exams are coming. I need to study,ā he said flatly, dropping his gaze back to the book.
That coldness ā that impenetrable wall ā hurt more than anything.
āWhy are you acting like this?ā you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. āWhat happened?ā
āNothing. Iām fine,ā he answered automatically, stiff and dismissive. He didnāt even turn his head toward you.
It was like watching a door slam shut in your face.
āIām your girlfriend, Sieun. If you donāt talk to me, how am I supposed to help?ā
He closed the book harshly, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
āI didnāt ask for your help,ā he snapped.
You stared at him, stunned by the sudden hostility.
āSeriously? Thatās how youāre going to talk to me?ā
āI just want some peace,ā he said, running a hand through his hair with irritation. āYou always want to know everything, you always want me to talk. I donāt want to talk. I donāt need that.ā
āThat?ā you repeated, the hurt rising in your throat. āThatā¦ meaning me?ā
āYes.ā
He finally looked at you, eyes tired and hardened.
āI donāt need another person pressuring me, nagging me. Iām exhausted and youāre just making it worse.ā
It felt like a slap.
He saw your expression shift ā worry turning into open hurt.
āOkayā¦ā you murmured, voice trembling. āSo caring about you is āmaking things worseā? Itās ānaggingā?ā
He hesitated ā just for a second ā but didnāt take it back.
āFine. I wonāt āinterfere in your lifeā anymore.ā You repeated his words, bitter on your tongue, and started shoving your things into your bag before he noticed your eyes filling.
āWait.ā He got up quickly, alarmed. āI didnāt mean it like that.ā
āYou said it exactly like that,ā you shot back, not looking at him. āIf Iām so hard to deal withā¦ why did you even want to date me?ā
The question hung in the air ā and you fled before any answer could come.
He ran after you down the hallway, but you opened the door first.
The rain outside wasnāt gentle anymore ā it was a storm.
āWait! At least wait for the rain! Youāre going toāā
You didnāt listen. You ran down the stairs as if your chest were on fire.
Three days later, the fever burned through your skin and your throat felt raw from coughing. Your phone buzzed nonstopāmessages, calls, more messages. You turned it off.
Perfect irony: when things were fine, he barely spoke.
Now he was calling you like he couldnāt breathe without it.
When the doorbell rang, you thought it was your soup delivery. You opened the door wrapped in your blanket ā and froze.
Sieun.
The look in his eyes changed instantly. Shock. Guilt. Fear.
āYouāre sick?ā he asked, voice low, almost trembling.
You tried to close the door, but he blocked it with his body, firm.
āDonāt do that. Please. Letās talk.ā
āI donāt want to.ā
Your voice was weak, broken.
āPlease.ā His voice softened into something almost desperate.
āPlease, sweetheartā¦ just talk to me.ā
That tone ā the one he only used when he was completely undone ā broke your resistance. You stepped aside, letting him in.
You sat on the couch. He stood there for a few seconds, hands in his pockets ā the way he always stood when he was nervous ā breathing like he was fighting something inside him.
āIām sorry,ā he finally said.
The silence that followed only made the guilt in his eyes heavier.
āIā¦ā He squeezed his hands together so tightly his knuckles went white.
āI said horrible things. I knew I was hurting you and I stillā¦ said them. And since that day, I canāt get it out of my head.ā
āAnd Iām paying for every word. I canāt sleep properly since that day. I canāt think about anything without remembering your faceā¦ like that.ā
He swallowed hard.
āI caused that. I lost you for three days, and it was enough to realize I was breaking myselfā¦ and breaking you with me.ā
āThen tell me whatās going on,ā you said. āI canāt be your support if you shut me out.ā
The silence that followed was worse than any argument ā a heavy, suffocating silence full of fear.
You stood up ā and thatās when he fell to his knees.
Literally.
No warning.
He just dropped.
Head lowered, hands trembling.
āIā¦ā His voice faltered, something rare for him.
āI got into another fight.ā
You froze.
āI promised Suho. I promised myself. And I failed. And I hurt you because of it too.ā
A tear fell on the floor between you. He tried to hide his face, but his voice betrayed everything.
āI tried to hold it together. Tried to be strong. But Iām falling apart inside andā¦ I just needed you. And instead, I pushed you away.ā
You knelt and lifted his face gently. His eyes were red, shining ā but this time, he didnāt look away.
āWhen your eyes fill with tearsā¦ Iāll be here,ā you whispered, pulling him into a hug.
āBut for that to happen, you need to let me be here.ā
He clutched your shirt like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
āIāll tell you everything. Now.ā His voice was muffled against your shoulder.
āThese three daysā¦ were the worst days of my life. Iām not letting that happen again.ā
You cupped his face in your hands, the heat of his skin trembling beneath your palms.
āWhat happened with Suho isnāt your fault. He wonāt blame you for trying to survive.ā
Sieun took a shaky breath, trying ā and failing ā to collect himself.
āCan Iā¦ kiss you?ā he asked, hesitant, vulnerable.
āIām sickāā
He didnāt let you finish. He leaned in and kissed you softly, painfully sincere.
āI donāt care,ā he murmured against your lips.
āIād rather get sick than spend one more day without kissing you.ā
summary: your handsome boyfriend Humin wants bright red hair, and the dyeing process becomes sweet, chaotic, and full of laughter<3
words count: ā 2,8k
genre: fluffiest fluff, chaos (it's literally humin tho), also him being stupidly in love, reader dyed her hair a lot (me coded I fear), bit suggestive too
You're halfway through unwrapping your heart-shaped cherry lollipop when Humin says your name.
Not loudlyāmiracle of miraclesābut with that kind of attention that means heās been thinking too hard about something. You look up from the wrapper just in time to watch him flop onto the couch beside you, face-first, like heās auditioning to be a rug.
He speaks into the cushion.
"Baby.."
You raise a brow. "Yes?"
His voice is muffled. "I've made a decision."
"That really sounds dangerous."
He lifts his head just enough for his expressive eyes to peek out. You know that look. That's the Iām about to do something insane and I need you to support me look.
He sits up suddenly, crossing his legs and grabbing your shoulders with theatrical urgency.
"I want you to dye my hair."
You blink. "Huh.. okay..? What color?"
He inhales dramatically, like heās about to announce his presidential campaign. (He might one day-)
"Red."
You stare at him.
He stares back, eyes round, hopeful, borderline sparkling.
"Red..?" you repeat.
He nods. "Red."
"Likeā?"
"Sakuragi from Slam Dunk," he declares proudly.
You choke on air. "Oh my god."
He grabs your hands, squeezing. "PLEASE. I NEED THIS ARC IN MY LIFE."
You stifle a laugh because he looks genuinely, sincerely committed to this vision.
"Why red? Why now?"
He shrugs, leaning forward until your foreheads press together. "I dunno. I saw you looking at dyed hair stuff on your phone again yesterday and then I started thinking.. maybe my ultra-beautiful girlfriend should bless me with her hair-dyeing powers."
You snort. "You want me to bless you.?"
"With color," he clarifies reverently. "And emotional support. And maybe kisses too."
"Youāre unbelievable."
He grinsāwide, mischievous, unbearably fond.
Then his eyes flick down to the glossy red lollipop in your hand.
"Oooh," he says, reaching for it, "and you have a lolliā"
You slap his hand away. "No. This oneās mine."
He gasps in betrayal like youāve crushed his soul.
"You wouldnāt share with your beloved boyfriend? Your sunshine, your treasure, yourā"
"Humin, if you touch it again Iām dyeing your hair green."
He freezes. "Understood."
You pop the lollipop into your mouth, watching his eyes follow the movement like a cat eyeing a laser pointer.
He scoots closer.
You scoot away.
"Stop that."
"Canāt," he says, leaning his head against your shoulder dramatically. "Wanna know the taste. Or..just wanna taste you instead."
"You're a dork."
"But you love me."
"..."
"You love me.. RIGHT??"
You snorted. "You know I do."
You pat his cheek with your free hand. "If weāre doing this, you need to go get the dye kit from the bathroom."
He doesnāt move.
"Humin-ah?"
He burrows into your side. "Carry me."
"What-No."
"Please? Iām weak. Iām fragile. Iām but a simple man in love."
You flick his forehead, and he yelps, rubbing the spot with a pout.
"Fine," he grumbles, "Iāll get up. But only because I want to look like a hot protagonist today."
"You already act like one."
"Thatās the highest compliment youāve ever given me today."
He stands, stretching dramatically before wandering to the bathroom to collect the dye supplies. You lean back on the couch, letting your lollipop rest against your tongue, tasting the sweet cherry as you listen to loud rummaging, clattering, a thump, and thenāinevitablyā
"IāM OKAY! I'M FINE!!"
You sigh. Dating Park Humin is.. an interesting experience. A very loud, very enthusiastic one. But every time he smiles at you like you put the stars in the sky, you know you wouldnāt trade it for anything.
He comes back with an armful of supplies: gloves, bowls, a brush, towels, clipsāand two random objects that absolutely should not be involved in hair dyeing.
"Babeā¦ why did you bring a pair of kitchen tongs?"
"They looked helpful."
"And the flashlight?"
"YOU NEVER KNOW!"
You pinch the bridge of your nose. "Put those down."
He does, pouting. But then he beams and plops everything else onto the table.
"Okay!" he announces. "Transform me, baby."
"You need to wash your hair first."
"WHAT? But I did it two days ago!"
"Humin." You give him 'The Look'. The one that says please donāt make this difficult. "You need clean hair."
"..wanna shower together then..?"
"Humin."
He raises both hands. "JOKING! Iām joking! Iāll shower alone!"
He kisses your cheek in a quick, affectionate peck before heading toward the bathroom. You hear him humming loudly the entire wayāoff-key, passionately, and probably scaring the neighbors.
While he showers, you gather everything properly, laying towels over the chair and double-checking the dye instructions. You've done this a dozen times on yourself, but never on your wild, easily-excitable boyfriend.
You pop the lollipop back into your mouth as he calls out from the shower:
"SWEETHEART! DO YOU THINK SAKURAGI WOULD USE A COCONUT SCENTED SHAMPOO??"
"Nah. I don't think he would even shower."
"WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!"
"A truthful one!"
He laughs, the sound echoing off the tiles, warm and bright.
By the time he comes out, heās towel-drying his hair with all the finesse of a golden retriever shaking off water. His cheeks are flushed from the hot shower, and he smells like your shared shampooāsweet citrus with something soft and warm underneath thatās justā¦ him.
He plops down on the makeshift towel-covered chair, legs spread comfortably, leaning back with absolute trust shining in his eyes.
"Alright," he says, grinning at you, "make me beautiful."
"Youāre already beautiful." you say without thinking.
He beams so hard youāre surprised his face doesnāt crack.
"IāM TELLING EVERYONE YOU SAID THAT."
You roll your eyes, tapping his knee. "Alright big boy. Now sit still."
"Yes, my love."
You put on gloves and mix the dye, the vibrant red slowly swirling together. Humin watches every movement with intense fascination, like youāre performing a magic ritual.
"Is this what it feels like to be pampered?" he asks. "Is this what princesses feels like?"
"You're more like a golden retriever than anything else.. but yeah sure."
"YAHHH-"
You brush through his damp hair first, gently detangling the strands. Every time your fingers graze his scalp, his eyes flutter half-closed like heās experiencing spiritual enlightenment.
"Donāt fall asleep," you warn.
"Canāt hear you," he murmurs, leaning into your touch. "Iām bonding with my goddess."
You flick his ear.
"Oww! Abuse, woman!"
"I'm warning you."
After a moment, Humin whispers, voice softening instantly. "Feels... really nice."
Your throat warms.
Itās easy to forgetāamid the chaos, the volume, the jokesāthat this boy is sensitive in ways he rarely shows. He melts for you. Softens. Lets himself be vulnerable when the world exhausts him.
You run the brush through his hair again, gentler this time. He sighs, content.
"Okay," you murmur, dipping the dye brush into the vibrant mixture, "hold still. Please."
"As you command."
You start applying the dye, section by section, careful and thorough. He keeps fidgeting, but not enough to mess you up, just little movements, like he canāt help wanting to be close to you even while sitting.
"Baby," he says suddenly.
"Mmh?"
"Do you think Iāll pull off red?"
"Definitely. Youāll look like a menace," you reply honestly.
He grins. "Perfect."
You add, "And super hot too."
He goes silent.
"..Iām sorry, what?"
"You heard me."
He slaps his hands over his face, kicking his legs like heās combusting. "I CANāT WORK UNDER THESE CONDITIONSāYOU CANāT SAY THINGS LIKE THAT WHILE YOUāRE TOUCHING MY HEADā"
You push his knee with your foot. "YAH! Sit still!"
"BUT YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
"You asked for this!"
He drops his hands, pouting dramatically, but his eyes are warm, glowing, impossibly full of affection.
"Youāre lucky Iām stupid in love with you," he mutters.
"Mmh-mm"
"I mean it."
You pause.
Heās looking at you like you hung the moonālike everything he feels is right there on the surface because he trusts you enough not to hide it.
Your chest tightens. "I love you too."
He smiles quietly. Rarely. Sincerely.
And you keep dyeing, your fingers gentle, your lollipop slowly melting on your tongue, the room warm with the kind of comfort that only comes from being completely knownāand completely lovedāby another chaotic human being.
Eventually, you finish applying the dye, securing his hair in a plastic cap.
"Okay," you announce, stripping off your gloves, "now we wait."
"How long?"
"Between twenty-five and thirty minutes."
He gasps. "ThatāsāTOO LONG. What if I get bored?"
"You wonāt."
"Why not?"
You lean forward and boop his nose lightly.
"Because Iām here."
He goes pink. Actually pink. More pink than the dye bowl.
Then he lungesānot at you, but for your lollipop with the reckless bravery of a man who has absolutely nothing to lose.
You jerk your hand away just in time. "Humin-ah!"
He freezes mid-pounce, sitting on the chair beside you like some eager, overgrown puppy whoās been caught misbehaving. His hair is tucked under its plastic wrap, making him look ridiculous and adorable at the same time.
He blinks innocently. "What?"
"Don't you dare steal my lollipop!"
"I was justā" he reaches out again "āchecking its structural integrity."
"No eating my candy during the processing time."
He gasps in betrayal. "Why do you say āprocessing timeā like this is a lab experiment?!"
"Because it is, basically."
He sulks, flopping onto you dramatically, his face right in front of you. "Iām bored now. Entertain me."
"Youāre like a child."
"But Iām YOUR child."
"No, youāre my boyfriend."
"Same thing."
You laugh despite yourself, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from squirming too much. He immediately grabs your wrist and holds it there like heās trying to anchor himself.
His voice softens. "Youāre comfy."
"Glad I qualify as furniture to you."
"A comfy furniture! Luxury model."
"Wow. Iām honored."
He grins up at you, cheeky and brightāuntil his eyes drift to your mouth, to the shiny red heart lollipop youāre rolling slowly across your tongue.
He stares.
You raise a brow. "Donāt even think about it. I'm serious."
His stare intensifies.
"Humin-ah."
He sits up abruptly. "Twenty-five minutes is too long. Iām dying."
"Tragic then."
"I really eed emotional support."
"And?"
"And kisses."
You point at his plastic-wrapped head. "You literally have dye on your hair. You canāt move too much or youāll stain everything."
He freezes. His eyes widen. He opens his mouth.
Then closes it.
Then opens it again.
"So what youāre saying is.."
He leans forward.
"ā¦I need to kiss you very carefully."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"YES."
He is already moving, inching closer like some slow-motion villain in a drama, except heās smiling way too big and you can see the exact second his brain becomes pure impulse.
You put a hand on his forehead. "Park Humin. Stop."
He just rests his face against your palm and smiles like youāve blessed him. "Nice. More forehead touches, please."
"Youāre impossible."
"But lovable."
"Youāreā"
He interrupts you by nuzzling into your hand, which shouldnāt be allowed because itās too cute and now youāre melting.
You sigh.
"Fine. One kiss."
His eyes light up like Christmas morning. "BET."
He throws his arms around youātoo fast, always too fastābut manages to stop himself just before his head touches yours. He shifts, angles, recalculatesā¦ and presses one soft, warm kiss right to your lips.
He pulls back, eyes soft and shining.
"You taste like cherry." he murmurs.
"That's because of the lollipop genius."
"Nah, you always taste sweet in general sweetheart."
You snort, leaning back against the chair while he sprawls over you again, arm thrown across your stomach like he owns you. Heās humming under his breath, tapping his fingers gently against your side.
You look down at him.
His lashes are long. His expression is peaceful. His entire being relaxes when heās this close to you, like contact itself is a source of oxygen.
āø»
Twenty-five minutes pass mostly without incident.
He wiggles too much.
He kissed you three more times.
He accidentally elbows a pillow off the couch and claims it "attacked him first."
And he stares at your stack of candies like it owes him money.
Finally, you clap your hands.
"Timeās up. Letās rinse."
He jumps up so fast he almost slips on the towel. You have to grab his arm.
"Walk. Carefully. Please."
"Yes, my love. My queen. Myā"
"Humin."
"Sorry. Iām excited."
"I know that."
You guide him into the bathroom. He leans over the sink, and you gently rinse out the dye, watching the water run red then clear. He shivers each time your fingers graze his scalp.
"You okay?" you ask.
"āS really nice," he mumbles.
"Youāre gonna fall asleep at the sink."
"Already are."
"Humin!"
He straightens immediately, but heās smiling sheepishly.
Once the water runs clean, you towel-dry and blow-dry his hair. As the strands fluff up and the red brightens, you watch his expression shift from curiosity.. to anticipation.. to absolute, unfiltered awe.
He looks in the mirror.
"No way," he whispers.
"NO. FUCKING. WAY."
He grabs your shoulders.
"BABY."
"I warned you."
"I LOOKāINCREDIBLE."
He whips his head around dramatically (nearly hitting you in the process), examining himself from every angle.
"I LOOK LIKE IāM ABOUT TO START BEEF WITH A BASKETBALL TEAM."
"Oh my god."
"I LOOK LIKE IāLL JUMP A FENCE FOR MY FRIENDS."
"Wait- you already did that? Didn't you-"
"I FEEL POWER. PURE POWER."
"Humin-ah, calm downā"
"NO. I CANāT. I HAVE RED HAIR NOW."
He turns to you, eyes wild with joy.
"Kiss me."
You blink. "Huh?"
"Kiss me or Iāll combust."
"Your hair is dry now, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay..sure."
You barely finish speaking before he sweeps you into a kissāgentle, warm, cherry-sweetāthe kind that makes your knees go weak even though heās the one trembling slightly from excitement.
He pulls back, breathless, forehead pressed to yours.
"You made me cool," he murmurs.
"You were always cool."
He groans and collapses dramatically onto you, clearly overwhelmed by affection. You hold him steady, running a hand through his bright red hair.
It suits him more than you expected.
"You like it?" he asks quietly.
"I love it."
He beams. "Then I love it too."
You two walk back to the living room, and you settle on the couch again. You pop another lollipop back into your mouth, savoring the cherry flavor.
Humin watches you.
He doesnāt try to hide it.
His eyes follow every small movement of your lips.
You narrow your eyes. "Not again."
He grins.
"Babā"
He pounces.
You yelp as he wrestles the lollipop from your fingers with skilled, practiced mischief, holding it triumphantly over his head.
"I WIN!" he shouts.
"You THIEF!"
He sticks it into his mouth, slow and dramatic, making direct eye contact.
Cherry-red hair.
Cherry heart candy.
Cherry-stained grin.
He looks insufferably proud.
"Mmh," he says around the stick, "tastes like victory."
"Youāre the worst."
He drops beside you, pulls you into his arms, rests his head on your shoulder, and whispers:
"But Iām your worst."
You canāt even argue.
Not when heās warm and clingy and glowing from pure happiness.
Not when he tastes like cherry and looks at you like youāre the best thing that ever happened to him.
You sigh, leaning into him.
"Yeah," you say softly, "you are."
He hums, kissing your lips againācareful, warm, and full of love.
And with your stolen lollipop in his mouth, Park Humin declares:
"This is the best day of my life."
āø»
ā¤· ćB O N U S ĖĖĖąæ
Your phone buzzes in the middle of third period.
Youāre supposed to be taking notes. Instead, you peek under the desk, tilting the screen just enough to hide it from your teacher.
Itās the friendsā group chatāthe one lovingly titled "Peasants + THE princess" (Humin insisted)
And the first message you see is from Go Hyuntak.
āø»
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You slap a hand over your mouth to hold back a laugh.
Other classmates glance your way, confused, because youāre actively shaking.
More messages start exploding in.
Then the typing bubbles appear.
Oh no.
Humin has entered the chat.
āø»
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Youāre wheezing silently in your seat, barely holding it in.
Then your phone vibrates againāa private message this time.
You bite your lip, grin wide, and type in the group chat:
āø»
You choke on air mid-laugh.
Several students turn to look at you like youāre malfunctioning.
You slam your forehead on your notebook, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Hiii!! not a request but i just found your blog thanks to your fic "if you love me say it first" with suho and I've fallen in love with your writing and everything please never stop doing this and take care of yourself!!ā”ā” (ps: im french too!!ā”)
hii!! :p
Your message is so sweet, thank you!! <3 Iām really glad you liked the Suho fic and ended up here š Iāll keep doing my best, and I hope youāre taking good care of yourself too!! š«¶š»
(VIENS PAR LĆ JVAIS TE FAIRE UN GROS CĆLIN š„ŗš)
pairings: Yeon Sieun x gn!reader, Ahn Suho x gn!reader, Oh Beomseok x gn!reader, Park Humin x gn!reader, Go Hyuntak x gn!reader, Kang Wooyoung gn!reader, Geum Songje x gn!reader, Na Baekjin x gn!reader
synopsis: whc boys as your roommates
wc: 0.6k
genre: fluff
a/n: English is not my first language and never will be, if you spot any grammar mistakes, kill me
@anon: you don't exist cause this is not a request
ā¾ YEON SIEUN
- super organized (will put up a bathroom plan for efficient morning usage)
- would act all irritated about it, but still tidy up your stuff as well
- will wake you up before your alarm rings "I just wanted to make sure, you're not oversleeping"
- doesn't mean to pry but will worry if you're not home at a certain timeĀ
- don't touch his stuff and don't go into his room
- you'd actually have to cook for him cause he won't even think to eat more than he needs to survive
ā¾ AHN SUHO
- comes home super late due to work and even though he'd try to be so quiet, he'd knock over a bunch of stuff in his sleepy haze, waking up the whole neighborhood
- you'd always leave him leftover food in the fridge and he'd feel so bad and promise he'd cook next time
- due to his fatigue he has stumbled into your bed instead before and he will do it again
- would chill more in the living room than his own, cause he's rather with people than alone
- on days he's not working he will wake you in the middle of the night to shove some food in your mouth because it's "so good,ā he āhad to share"
ā¾ OH BEOMSEOK
- you wouldn't even hear him cause he's so quiet
- would always cook and do the dishes like it's second nature
- always leaves notes on the fridge so you know where he's going
- if youāre not home before he goes to sleep, he wonāt hesitate to fill out a missingās person report
ā¾ PARK HUMIN (BAKU)
- your stuff is his stuff ā that's his motto
- would forget his key and spam the door bell for you to open
- buys double the amount of snacks he's craving cause you're basically his twin now
- will spend more time in your room than in his
- you'll have to start begging him to go to sleep and let you sleep as well
- human trash can ā if you can't finish your food, just hand him the plate and the leftovers will magically disappearĀ
ā¾ GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)
- Ā would beg you to be his human alarm but even if you said no, he'd rely on you cause he sleeps through his alarms
- every time it knocks there's an unspoken challenge about who can answer it first
- doesn't mind doing the laundry but will refuse to touch other people's underwear
- if you're wearing his stuff, he wouldn't really mind but if it was something he kept the last twenty minutes searching for, he's ripping it off your body
- if he happens to stumble upon you while youāre both out and heās about to head home, youāre coming with ā no protest allowed āCome on, itās getting late. Only weirdos walking around anyways.ā
ā¾ KANG WOOYOUNG
- listens to music way too loud
- will bring company over
- occupies the bathroom for an hour cause he's just standing in the shower, letting the water crash down his body while he's watching YouTube or something
- will come home late on club nights and make an uproar without sparing a minor thought on your sleep
ā¾ GEUM SONGJE
- if he loses something, he's ransacking through your room as well but he wouldn't tidy up his mess afterwards
- would take your stuff like it's standard but if you so much as touch his stuff? He's fuming
- rarely at home and barely interacts with you but if you share your food with him, he's gonna stay on good terms with you for a while (ask him to take out five guys for you, heāll take down seven)
- will use your soap and your conditioner if he thinks your hair smells nice
ā¾ NA BAEKJIN
- never at home
- youād tease him about it āyou a gangsta or smth?ā, heāll stare daggers into you until you feel like youāve been stabbed for real ā mind your own business
- you'd only see him in the morning, max saying goodbye before heading for school
- you caught him once coming home super late at night while you were sitting at the kitchen desk pulling an all nighter due to an important examen the next day ā he froze for a millisecond, piercing you with a cold glare (his type of greeting) before heading to his room
@anons: pls donāt be mad that I shoved this in between but I canāt find my computer mouse and without my computer mouse I cannot make gradient text (į“_ į“ć)
Teasing them in class | whc boys x reader headcanons
pairings: Yeon Sieun x fem!reader, Ahn Suho x fem!reader, Oh Beomseok x fem!reader, Park Humin x fem!reader, Go Hyuntak x fem!reader, Kang Wooyoung, Geum Songje fem!reader, Na Baekjin x fem!reader,
request: I was thinking imagine them being bored/horny in class because of a picture reader sent them teasing them or anything really just to get the riled up? Maybe even a slutty text message whilst he was hanging out with his friends or something? Anyway so he just can't get enough of reader and decides to take matters into his own hands by fingering her/teasing her whilst in class.
genre: smut (mdni!)
wc: 3,925
a/n: idk some English words might be used wrong cause that language was a stranger to me until I had turned 10
@anon: sorry for taking so long ā hope you like it fam ā¢Ķā¢
š² YEON SIEUN
Sieun's phone was moving in his backpack. That's how many notifications you were spamming him with. He sighed, slightly annoyed at the intrusion so he grabbed the phone, deciding to turn silent mode on. That's when a new notification plopped up on his screen.
āÆā²[1 image attached].
Curiosity flickered inside him. What picture would you send now? He debated whether he should open it or not ā after all it could be an obsolete meme, not even funny enough to pull half a smile from him.
He sighed, tipping the message. The sight that awaited him had his breath hitch. He didn't move for a second, trying to comprehend what he was looking at and why it was making his blood rush downwards.
He sighed, annoyed. Two more hours.
You were drifting in and out of consciousness, eyelids droopy with the weight of sleep your body was craving. You weighed the option of ditching studying for a nap, after all you could stay home tomorrow and retake the test, right?
āRetakes are usually harder than regular ones.", Sieun muttered as he strode through your bedroom door, letting it fall into the lock behind him. Your tiredness seemed to be stripped right off as you watched your boyfriend slide off his jacket and backpack in one go. Did he read a book on his telepathy or something?
Your fingers itched to touch him, the soft skin of his arms, his tender face that was always rumpled in disdain or indifference. You stumbled over to where he was standing, lightly pushing him backwards until his inner knees gave out and he fell on your mattress.
You climbed onto him right away, straddling his lap as you toyed with the hem of his shirt. "Can I take this off?", you asked, voice dripping in honey and restraint as you tried your best not to dry hump him right away, which turned out to be harder by the minute as his bulge pressed so perfectly against your entrance.
Sieun just hummed, letting you strip him bare, layer by layer until your clothes followed his on your littered floor.
You were soaked by the time you guided his erection between your folds, lubing him up excessively as the teasing friction already kissed your nerves to sparks. Sieun sat up against your wall, trailing your movements with parted lips as you slid down his length until you were flush with his hip bones.
The fullness was almost too much, bringing tears to your eye rims, refusing to fall where they gathered. Sieun lifted you up slightly before guiding you back down, creating a steady rhythm that hit just perfectly.
"You got me really worked up, yknow?", he murmured in between kisses on your neck. You ran your hands along his upper body, feeling up the hint of muscles he had worked up ever since his friends had forced him to join their training. "What did you do against it?", you asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. That's what he got for ignoring you.
"Tried to think of repulsive stuff.", he breathed, picking up his pace when he found a spot that made your breath hitch higher than usual.
You met his thrusts, eager to come. "Did it work?", you teased, already knowing the answer. His grip around your hip bones tightened, promising bruises he'd feel embarrassed about causing tomorrow. "No.", he whispered against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine and trigger a savoringly sweet orgasm you rode through, soon followed by Sieun who pulled out right before his release shot out, covering your thighs instead.
He didn't leave you time to catch your breath before he pushed your shoulders into the mattress and angled your legs up his chest as he slid right back in.
"Again?", you panted, a lazy soreness spreading through your muscles.
Sieun's lips stretched but there was no sweetness in that smile.
"And many times after that. Until the mere thought of sending me pictures in the middle of the day makes your body ache."
š² AHN SUHO
He was napping on his fluffy pink hand pillow, eyes snapping open when a notification lit up his phone. He read your name and checked it immediately. Shouldn't you be in class?
When he saw the picture, he straightened his spine. Now? Really? It was just a quick snap of your panties around your ankles. Your shoes and the bathroom floor being the only other things visible.
āÆā² [don't you just love the sight].
He groaned, feeling his erection grow.
You were in your school's bathroom, scrolling through old photos, still chuckling as you imagined how Suho would've reacted to the picture. "Very funny, yeah.", you heared a low voice sound from the door.
"Heyy.", you cooed, excited to see your boyfriend. "What are you doing here?"
He didn't waste a second, pulling you into one of the stalls, not even bothering to lock the door.
He didn't undress you, just pushed your panties to the side to fuck you in the skirt.
You shrieked as he slammed into you in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Suho chuckles a humourless laugh, clamping your mouth shut with one hand. "You want everyone to hear, too? What's going on with you today, huh?", he mused, kissing a wet trail up your neck.
He pulled back just slightly, adjusting the angle to hit the spot he knew to make your knees give out, hands already tight on your thighs to keep you from falling as he slams into you over and over until you have to grip the wall for support.
You felt him throb inside you, obviously close but so were you, nerves pulsing where he was stretching you out. He noticed too, slowing his pace to feel the drag against your slick walls before ramming into you for one last time, picking you up by your hips to guide you up and down his length and make your orgasm last longer.
Suho pulled out when he deemed you fucked out, leaving you clenching around nothing as he jerked his erection to a climax, aiming his load into the toilet behind you.
He panted slightly, making you jump up as he connected his stretched palm with the fat of your ass, chuckling at your sensibility. "This what you wanted?", he asked, pressing his lips against your ear.
You stumbled out the stall, adjusting clothes when you were hit with a line of waiting students, some avoiding eye contact while others failed to hide their grins. Oops.
Suho's ears grew a dark shade of red as he pressed a kiss to your hairline and wound his way through the female students, making sure not to touch anyone.
š² OH BEOMSEOK
Beomseok startled lightly as you tossed your trainer jacket into his lap. He glimpsed at you, confused with your indifferent demeanour as you feigned interest in the subject you were attending.Ā Was it an accident? What was he supposed to do with the ja-
His thoughts were tossed aside, mind blank as he felt your hand creep up the side of his thigh.
His grip around his pencil grew white with the force he needed to apply to suppress a shuddered breath when you easily slipped your hand into his fly. He hoped that now one heard the hiss of the zipper opening.
You palmed him through his boxer shorts, still not even glancing in his direction as you pulled the waistband down to pass the last layer between you and him, skin to skin.
He straightened his spine as his length throbbed in interest at the first touch of your hand. A few light touches and his tip began leaking pre-cum for you to spread up and down his length as you lazily teased his head.
You started pumping in a slow rhythm, flexing your wrist here and there to give him more friction as it began to grow harder and harder to control his breathing (no pun intended). Your hand tightened against his bulge, forcing him to bite the end of his pencil to regain control. "Please.", he whispered, unsure if he wanted you to stop or make him cum.
Either way you decided for the latter, picking up your pace as you worked him through his orgasm. He grabbed his water bottle, throat bobbing as he gulped down enough water to make his breath regulate, eyes darting to your careless form as you circled your wrist before bringing your palm to your lips and licking the salty white liquid right off it before standing up to head for the bathroom.
You strode past him, not stopping until you've reached the door, finally looking at him over your shoulder with the tiniest smirk on your lips as you opened the door and headed into the corridor. Beomseok was completely dumbfounded.
Was he supposed to follow?
š² PARK HUMIN (BAKU)
Humin was at basketball practice and you were bored out of your mind, asking your friends to snap a video of your hands trailing up your skirt until your panties were slightly visible.
You and the girls had a good laugh but across the yard on the shared basektball court Baku's eyes were glued to his screen, feeling his bulge harden in eagerness.
This was no state to play in, he had to go find you.
Your back was growing stiff, aching where he had you sprawled out on the wooden desk. The angel of your knees in the air was awkward but it helped you a lot that Baku had your feet resting on his massive shoulders.
The sound of wet squelching bounced off the walls with every drag of his fingers inside your cunt. He had three inside, angling them perfectly as he hit every single spot that made fire burn up your nerves. The overstimulation was settling deep in your bones, spreading soreness across your muscles as he had made you come a countless amount of times already ā and he hadn't even put his cock inside yet.
The vibration of his phone added to your torturous pleasure where it tended to your inner thigh as Baku had placed it there knowing he'd get a ton of notifications since he had just disappeared in the middle of the school day to look after his girlfriend.
Your orgasm rippled through you, mind growing blank as you arched your back, somehow harder than the times before. Your vision whitened with every forced thrust of your hips, chasing the friction that had your stomach tense achingly hard. When it snapped, you couldn't suppress a scream, the wetness gushing out of you with every spasm of your hole. Baku's fingers halted in you, eyes slowly trailing from your squirting pussy to meet your eyes, that were ripped open in shock as well.
"How did you do that?", you both asked in unison, chuckling at the jinx.
You propped yourself up on your shoulders, watching your boyfriend adjust his fingers, feeling up for familiarity as he tried to hit the same spot. "Where'd I hit?", he wondered aloud, making you hiss at the electricity that rippled through you with every brush of his coated fingers against your sensitive bud.
š² GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)
You had the key to the girl's bathroom clutched tightly in your fist even though you didn't really need to go. But had you suffered through even one more minute of your classmates' rant on your group project, you would've bolted out the window.
Your eyes wandered along the chipped paint of the hallway, trailing old posters and the doors of busy classrooms. A familiar number near one classroom caught your attention.
Wasn't that Gotak's class room?
You bit your lip, sneaking closer to peek through the tiny window.
There he was. Balancing a pencil on one finger while he scribbled something on his notepad. His ass was not listening to the teacher.
You felt like being funny, grabbing your phone to take a picture of him. You clicked the little camera button, ready to send it to him, but you halted.
A sudden boldness occupied your body and you flicked your camera, unbuttoning a few knobs on your shirt before snapping a quick pic, making sure your cleavage was in sight.
Gotak's hand went to his phone the second you had two checkmarks on the message.
He unlocked his phone, freezing for a second. His jaw tensed and his knuckles grew white with the force of his grip, threatening to break the screen. You chuckled a little too loud, a bunch of heads snapping towards you.
Shrieking, you plopped on the floor, hiding from view as you slowly crawled away, a dull pain digging into your knees. You didn't get far.
The door sounded with a shriek, unoiled hinges screaming in protest. The footsteps were slow, steady and they made your heart leap as they settled before you, cutting off your path. Fuck.
You smiled all innocent, looking up at your boyfriend through thick lashes. "Hi.", you squeaked, cheeks burning with shame.
He just scoffed, taking one hand out his pocket to stretch it towards you. "You think this is funny?", he asked, voice hoarse as he pulled you up on your feet.
You just stammered, letting Gotak drag you after him. Where were you going?
Before you could even register what was happening, he pulled you into a tiny space that was crammed with cleaning utensils.
You opened your mouth to ask him what was going on, but he didn't let you, crashing his lips on yours with an eagerness that promised desire.
Your arms locked around his neck, deepening the kiss with your lips parting to invite his tongue into your mouth.
Gotak's hands grabbed the hem of your skirt, flicking it upwards as he flipped you on the spot, pushing your chest into the wall before you. "You don't need these for the rest of the day.", he stated, pulling on your panties until you heard the lace rip and snap, leaving you shivering with the cold temperature of the room jostling around your bare lower half.
With the sensation that made you hiss as Hyuntak pried your legs apart, you realised that you had already been wet. He took notice as well, teasing your slit with a drag of his middle finger to spread the slick. "Is this why you were behaving like that? Could've just asked, yknow?", he drawled, grazing his teeth across the pulse on your throat to draw a moan out of you. The sound aroused clamorous need in his hardening bulge, a call to action.
He slid into you easily, the wetness only growing more with every snap of his hips. You bit your lip as he filled you deliciously, hands gripping the shelfs on either side as you pushed your ass back to meet his thrust, making him reach even deeper.
The coil in your stomach tightened steadily and when he started to slide his hand down your front, caressing the skin with featherlight touches before parting your lips to give the same affection to your nerve bundle, working you over the edge. That was it.
Your thighs started shaking uncontrollably as you felt a rumble in your lower stomach, coming all over his cock. He jerked his hips upwards two more times as he hit his climax, making his release join yours where it shot into you.
His forehead rested against your upper back as Gotak caught his breath, coming down before pulling out to watch your spend drip down your legs. Post nut clarity hit him then as he took in the useless panties clutched in his hand and the shortness of your skirt that you must've sewn at home to fall this scarce.
"You might wanna head home.", he panted, grabbing spare paper towels to wipe down your legs and folds.
š² KANG WOOYOUNG
You were basically lying on your table, barely registering any of the words Yongbin was hurling at you, telling you something about his date from last night. He sure had no game, you thought.
Your thoughts drifted to your own boyfriend instead. He was in the gym like always during study hall, probably all sweaty and out of breath-
You straightened up at once, shaking the dirty thoughts out your brain that were slowly creeping into your ears. Yongbin startled at your sudden movements, tipping back his chair in surprise.
You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your gallery until you've found what you were searching for. An old picture you had taken before heading for your shower. Your hair looked naturally pretty and the sunlight was dancing in strays on your barely covered body. You pressed send before you even thought about what you were doing.
As usual, the reply came fast.
āÆā²[gym]
A smile crept on your face as you waved Yongbin goodbye, hurrying down the corridor.
The smell of his body wash mingled with sweat fogged your senses as Wooyoung pushed your thigh higher up, making your knee dig into the softness of your breast as he pushed himself deeper inside you. You jolted as it allowed him to reach a deliberately spongey spot that clouded your vision.
"That was fast. Were you just bored or actually ailing?"
"I was growing ill with need.", you aggrandized, laughing at the shake of his head. Wincing at the next snap of his pelvis bones against yours, you clamped a hand on his chest, a silent plea for a break as you moved your hips backward to guide him out. He protested, cussing at his halt in pleasure as he watched you drop to your knees before him. He watched you look up at him through your lashes as you grabbed the hilt of his length, licking the taste of yourself of his tip before guiding his dick in your mouth. "You can't come inside,", you muffled through a lick. "I have class."
He came almost immediately, the build up still there as a few flicks of your tongue sent him over the edge, hot ropes of cum making it hard to swallow the load at once.
š² GEUM SONGJE
He's in Baekjin's bureau, lazily inhaling the toxins from a half forgotten cigarette that had almost burned up. He's barely listening to something the others say, just wanting it to be over. After all he only likes stuff he has fun doing.
His phone vibrates and he picks it up at once, reading your message.
āÆā²[Maybe I should switch schools... doesn't this look better on me?]
It was a picture of you wearing his school blazer, only his blazer.
He jumped up at once, ignoring the lingering stares as he headed for the exit.
"Don't come until I tell you.", he hissed into your ear, one hand heavy on your hip as he pressed you down, making you moan where his tip brushed your cervix.
The flick of his controller sounded out your cries as you ached to move at least a little on his lap, just to try to meet some friction. He picked up on It immediately, bringing his flat palm down your butt with a violent sound.
"Hey, what did I say? Huh?", he pressed, eyes still glued on his computer screen. You obliged, rubbing the sting of your irritated skin as you might've finally gotten the hint to behave with the nth time he marked your bum in the past half hour.
The time stretched endlessly and there was still no plan to bring any pleasure for you as Songje occasionally tended to your clit in featherlight touches to make you clench around his twitching dick. Not enough to make you come but too much to get used to the feeling.
Then after you had already given up your hope, he tossed off his headset and grabbed your hips in a more bruising grasp, moving your hips forth and back to meet his thrusts as he grew tenser ans tenser until he came, filling you up with sweet release. The endless wetness he fucked into you was a blessing to your senses as you felt yourself inching closer and closer to that sweet release.
You bit your tongue, toes already curling as you felt the familiar tingle in your stomach. "Don't stop.", you pleaded, seemingly forgetting who you were talking to. The humorless laugh should've alarmed you at once.
The friction eased, an emptiness marring your approaching orgasm as you felt your climax recede.
A bitter frustration ghosted through your insides and you hit Songje in the chest.
He smiled at you, not in a kind way but rather the animalistic kind that predators shot their prey before they lunged for the attack.
"Send more pictures while I'm at work if you want to grow sexually frustrated.", he chuckled, pressing a quick peck on your nose before lifting you off his lap and straightening out your dress before heading for the bathroom, leaving you an unsatisfied, marked up mess.
š² NA BAEKJIN
You were all handing in your phones for the exam, a funny idea attacking the part of your brain that would take care of your critical thinking.
A notification lights up his screen and he opens the attached image right before tossing his phone into the teacher's box.
Even though he'd turn out to have the highest grade, the test was nothing but a blur. He wrote it with a steel grip on his pen, first to finish as he struggled to sit still and double check his answers.
You were only a row before him and he glared at your tiny smirk, you knew exactly what you did.
After school he walked with you to the bowling alley straight as a candle, ignoring your casual chit chat but the second you were in his bureau, he pushed you to your knees.
"you did this, you're taking care of it", he basically growled.
There was no gentleness with that grip in your hair, making your scalp scream in protest.
Eventually your vision grew blurry with spilled tears and your throat started to tighten.
"Nose.", Baekjin, noticing like he noticed everything, simply reminded you and you complied, regulating your breath as you took in the oxygen through your nose instead.
This was better, you thought , starting to relax as you bobbed your head up and down his length, occasionally twirling your tongue around his tip. As time grew a barely graspable concept and your jaw started tensing, you began to wonder how long Baekjin was gonna take to cum. It was probably part of his punishment for riling him up like that, you thought.
Your neck grew too stiff to endure for even ten more minutes so you picked up your pace, hand jerking the rest of his dick that didn't make your tongue while you started actually sucking on his tip.
The new movements took Baekjin by surprise almost making him cum right away. He watched you with half a smirk on his lips, loosening his grip when he saw the effort you put into making him feel good after having been such a brat.
He started caressing your scalp instead, massaging the sting off your hairline.
He came with a low grunt, burying his dick further down your throat as you struggled to take him all the way, but it was okay. You pushed him out with a pop and stretched your tired limbs before walking over to his couch, plopping on the leather like this was your living room. "Wake me when we're going.", you yawned, collapsing into a well deserved slumber.
I LOVE ALL OF UR FFICS SOSOSO MUCHH OMGGG and with SO MANY PEOPLE USING AI THESE DAYS UR FFICS ARE VERY CUTE ESPECIALLY THE ONES FOR HUMIN I LOVE HIM OMG IF I COULD ID CARRY HIM ON MY BACK EVERYWHERE ALL DAY I WOULD HES SO PERFECT
PLEASE WRITE MORE FOR HIM AND TYSM FOR UR CONTRIBUTIONS BECAUSE IT CLEARLY ISNT EASY TO WRITE SO GOOD LY MWAHH
I HOPE IM NOT ASKING FOR TOO MUCH BUT I LOVE HOW U WRITE BAKU AND SINCE IM CLEARLY OBSESSED WITH RYEOUN AS AN ACTOR (HES SO GOOD) PLS WRITE A ONESHOT FOR HUMIN , I DONT HAVE ANY SPECIFIC REQUESTS BUT IM SURE U ALREADY HAVE A GOOD IDEA FOR HIM, ANYWAYS ILYYYY
pls i hope u dont freak out ācause of my energy, im bipolar š
virtual angel
park humin (baku) x fem! reader (one shot) | whc 2 ā
pairing: park humin (baku) x fem! reader
wc: 3.4k
warnings: intended lowercase, mention of reader being homeschooled and shy
authorās note: hi dear! your message is so sweet, i appreciate it so much you have no idea (Ė ĖĢ£Ģ£Ģ„āĖĢ£Ģ£Ģ„ )ć„ā” i need to watch more stuff with ryeoun grah!! anyways, i hope youāre gonna enjoy this story just as much then bhaha. the initial idea i had for this was a bit different, but i really like how it turned out tbh ā probably my favorite fic iāve written for baku so far! itās inspired by the song āless than threeā by becky and that one episode of gravity falls called āsoos and the real girlā lol. though bakuās bond with the reader is more similar to heedo and yurim from 25 21 if ykyk š„¹ anyways,, likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, tysm ą“¦ąµą“¦ą“æ(įµįįµ) !!
āokay, iām done! juntae, that was actually kinda fun.ā
juntae practically sparkled. āi told you gaming is fun!ā
baku didnāt move.
he didnāt blink.
he just continued typing.
baku: wait
baku: donāt go yet
baku: i still wanna talk
baku: hold on i can stay longer
juntae blinked, when he saw that baku was still seated, and didnāt exactly look like he was planning on standing up āā¦huh?ā
gotak leaned over to see bakuās screen.
purchase additional hour?
ā 5,000 won
he slapped baku on the back of the head so hard the headset almost flew off.
āARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? weāre LEAVING.ā
āowāHEY!ā baku clutched his head āiām BUSY!ā
ābusy with WHAT?ā gotak squinted at the pastel chat window āyouāre talking to someā¦ what is that? an angel emoji??ā
āitās not just an emoji!ā baku barked, shielding the screen with his arms like a raccoon protecting its snacks āitāsā look, i dunno, okay?! my gutās telling me that the person behind that angel is my soulmate!ā
gotak stared.
āā¦your gut is stupid.ā
āno itās NOT. my gut is NEVER WRONG,ā baku insisted loudly āitās actually saying sheās a cute girl. like really cute. i can feel it.ā
juntae nearly choked on his own breath āyou deducted this from a pixelated avatar?!ā
āYES.ā
āyouāre insane.ā gotak declared.
baku clicked purchase without hesitation.
āwell, insane or not, iām staying.ā he crossed his arms, chin lifted proudly.
āgo home without me if you want. iāve gotā¦ stuff to do.ā
gotak groaned.
juntae sighed.
but they left him to it.
and baku, cheeks warm, heart pounding for reasons he absolutely refused to examine, came back to you.
and wait for his pixelated angel to light up green.
and when it did?
his whole heart would melt.
everyday you started with a simple:
virtualangelāĖā§: hi baku
virtualangelāĖā§: rough day?
and heād immediately type paragraphs.
you listened to everything ā literally everything.
when his dad got drunk again and the restaurant felt like a landmine, you stayed.
when he complained about practice because gotak elbowed him in the ribs too hard, you sent a meme about dramatic basketball deaths.
when he spelled ārestaurantā like ārestoruntā four times in a row, you didnāt laugh ā you just gently autocorrected him.
and he loved it.
every second.
every word.
every little heart you sent.
however, at school he turned into a complete mushy idiot about it.
his notebook margins were filled with doodles: little angels with pixel halos, your username scribbled in bubble letters, tiny wings next to hearts. heād stare at them and smile stupid, like a true idiot in love.
thatās when gotak caught him.
āhey,ā gotak leaned over bakuās shoulder, eyes narrowing at the doodle of a tiny angel blowing a kiss āwhat the hell is this?ā
baku immediately slammed the notebook shut āNOTHING.ā
āoh my god,ā gotak groaned āyouāre still talking to that internet girl, arenāt you?ā
āyeah,ā baku puffed out his chest proudly āsheās my angel.ā
āangel?! baku, what if sheās not a cute girl? what if sheās a forty-year-old dude living in a basement trying to scam you for money?ā
baku didnāt even blink.
āmy gut says sheās cute.ā
āyour gut also said you could dunk from the free-throw line! you landed on your face!ā
baku glared āthat floor was SLIPPERY and you KNOW IT.ā
gotak pinched the bridge of his nose ālisten. you donāt KNOW who youāre talking to. what if this āvirtual angelā is likeā¦ a professional scammer? or a catfish? or someone who hates basketball???ā
baku stood up with dramatic conviction, slamming one hand on the desk āgo hyuntak! you just donāt understand TRUE LOVE.ā
ātrue whatā?ā
āLOVE!ā baku declared, pointing to the sky like he was calling upon some divine power āmy angel believes in me. she sends me memes. she says goodnight every day. she even listens when i rant about how you stole my dumbbells.ā
āyou left them at my houseāā
āTHATāS NOT THE POINT.ā
gotak just stared at him.
ābaku. please. for the love of god. do not fall in love with a bunch of pixels.ā
too late.
way too late.
baku tucked his notebook under his arm, cheeks warm.
āyouāre just jealous ācause nobody online calls YOU cute.ā
gotak opened his mouth.
then closed it.
then punched bakuās shoulder.
baku didnāt care.
because later that day, he got to talk to you again and thatās all that mattered.
virtualangelāĖā§: iām here, baku! <3
virtualangelāĖā§: did you miss me?
and baku typed back with a grin he couldnāt hide.
baku: yeah
baku: a lot actually
he was hopeless when it came to you.
however, what baku didnāt know ā what he couldnāt know ā was that on the other side of the screenā¦ you were just as excited.
every time your screen blinked with that notification from baku that said a simple enthusiastic hey!, your heart jumped in your chest.
youād sit cross-legged on your bed, laptop warm against your legs, trying to calm yourself down before answering so you didnāt look too eager (you always failed).
you didnāt have many chances to meet people in real life. not when you were homeschooled, and your circle of friends could fit on one hand.
so the internet became your tiny quiet safe space.
a place where you could actually breathe, without worrying about anything.
and then this boy showed up ā this loud, dramatic, stupidly sweet boy who texted exactly how he felt at any given moment without thinking twice.
he wore his heart on his sleeve so openly that sometimes you wanted to reach through the screen and gently tuck it back into his chest before someone stepped on it.
he was lucky you werenāt a creep though.
but that vulnerability of hisā¦ it also made you like him. a lot.
every āyou ok??ā
every āi misspelled ābasketballā, donāt laughā
every rant about gotak stealing his food againā¦
you found yourself smiling at the screen like an idiot.
and then, came one fateful night.
baku typed slower than usual ā he was hesitating, even overthinking a little bit ā which was nothing like him at all.
baku: hey uh
baku: can i ask u smth kinda big
baku: its ok if u say no
virtualangelāĖā§: go ahead
virtualangelāĖā§: what is it?
baku: do u wanna meet irl?
baku: like actually
baku: id really like to see youā¦ but only if u want to
baku: i promise im not weird or anything i just
baku: i think i really wanna know you for real
you froze.
your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears.
meet him.
in person.
you panicked at first.
what if he saw you and thought you werenāt pretty?what if you were nothing like the girl he imagined behind that pixelated angelic avatar? what if he regretted it the moment heād laid eyes on you?
your fingers hovered over the keyboard.
but then you remembered the way he always told you when he was scared.
how he never hid things.
how he trusted you with things he never told anyone else.
and somehowā¦
that gave you courage.
virtualangelāĖā§: iād like to meet you too
virtualangelāĖā§: really
baku: OMG
baku: omg okay okay okay when where how
you smiled, cheeks warm.
after a moment of thought, you typed:
virtualangelāĖā§: meet me by the han river
virtualangelāĖā§: the small footbridge near the convenience store
virtualangelāĖā§: iāll be there at 3
virtualangelāĖā§: iāll hold a red rose
virtualangelāĖā§: so you can find me
baku didnāt answer for a full ten seconds.
you wondered if he fainted.
then the flood came.
baku: A RED ROSE??
baku: LIKE IN MOVIES??
baku: OMG OK
baku: I WILL BE THERE
baku: I WILL BE THERE 30 MINUTES EARLY
baku: NO AN HOUR
baku: IāLL WAIT AS LONG AS IT TAKES
baku: OK OK OK IM GONNA GO PICK AN OUTFIT BYE
you laughed into your palms.
he was excited like a little kid on christmas morning, and somehow, that made your anxiety soften a little.
you closed your laptop and hugged your pillow, heart fluttering.
tomorrow, you would finally meet him.
and godā¦
you really hoped heād still smile at you the same way he typed.
the next day you wore the prettiest outfit you owned.
the one you saved for moments that were supposed to be the most special of your life.
and now that it was actually on your body, you immediately started overthinking.
were you trying too hard?
did this look like you were expecting a date?
you two werenāt evenā¦ dating.
not technically.
not officially.
you stared at your reflection before leaving, hating how your brain wouldnāt just shut up for once.
you took a deep breath, then another, trying to steady yourself before stepping outside.
the han river looked soft in the afternoon light when you arrived. the water was quiet, the breeze was gentle.
your fingers tightened around the single red rose, as you kept your eyes pinned to the ground.
maybe it wasnāt too late.
maybe you could still turn around and go home.
text him something like sorry emergency came up!
crawl back into bed and pretend none of this everā
except, it in fact, it was too late.
because across the bridge, someone yelled like the world had just cracked open.
āMY ANGELā ITāS YOU!!ā
you jolted, looking up.
baku was practically sprinting towards you, waving both arms in the air like a man who had just won a lottery. the grin on his face was so big it looked like it hurt.
you panicked and waved back, shy, small, awkward, the complete opposite of him. but he didnāt seem to mind at all.
in a few big, eager strides, he reached you, a little breathless, cheeks flushed from running. andā¦ you had to admit, he looked like heād put in effort too. his hair styled, clothes neat, the faintest cologne clinging to the air around him.
he stopped right in front of you, eyes going wide.
āoh my god,ā he blurted out, no filter whatsoever āyouāre so pretty!!ā
your face heated instantly.
āgotak is gonna be fumingā he bet with juntae that youād either bail on me or that you were secretly an old man.ā
baku puffed out his chest, hands on his hips like a hero returning from battle, then leaned in, voice dropping.
āi told them my angel is real,ā he whispered ābut even i didnāt expect you to be thisā¦ wow.ā
you tightened your grip on the rose, trying not to melt on the spot.
because god. he really was exactly the boy youād been talking to all this time.
loud, bright, genuine.
a little too gullible.
and most importantly ā he was perfect for you.
baku rocked back and forth on his heels, but when he realized just how long heās staring, he straightened up, cleared his throat, and tried to act cool.
āso, uhāā he rubbed the back of his neck, gaze flicking between your face and the rose in your hand ādo youā¦ maybe wannaā¦ go somewhere?ā
he shut his mouth, eyes widening in horror at himself.
āokaywaitnoā okayā listenāā he held both hands up as if trying to physically stop his own brain āno girl has ever agreed to go on a date with me before so iām kindaā iām kinda messing this upāā
you felt your heart skip.
āaā¦ date?ā you echoed quietly.
baku froze.
āNOā I MEAN YESā I MEANāā his face went red so fast it couldāve been a heat lamp āi meanā only if youā likeā want it to be a date? because iād reallyā REALLYā like for it to be one, actually, i mean iāve been hoping butā but if thatās weird we can just call it hanging out orā orā i dunnoāā
you didnāt mean to laugh. it just slipped out. your giggle soft and sweet.
his entire soul left his body.
baku stared at you like heād just witnessed a miracle. his ears went pink. then the blush climbed to his cheeks. then his neck. that man was gone.
āiā¦ iād like for it to be a date too,ā you admitted āi was wondering the same thing.ā
bakuās jaw dropped.
then he made this tiny strangled noise ā half gasp, half squeak ā and slapped a hand over his heart like he needed to physically hold himself together.
āoh my god,ā he whispered, eyes sparkling āi think iām gonna die.ā
you giggled again at his dramatic antics.
he blushed even harder.
and just like that baku was absolutely, irreversibly, head-over-heels for you.
BONUS ą»ź±:
at a small restaurant just across the street from your and bakuās meeting spot, two familiar silhouettes lurked behind the window like the worldās least subtle spies.
āthere she is!ā juntae whispered.
gotak squinted āthatās really her? thatāsā¦ like an actual girl?ā
juntae didnāt glance at gotak, as he continued to observe the scene in front of him. āmm-hmm.ā
āand sheās not eighty.ā
ānope.ā
āand sheās not a scammer.ā
āapparently not.ā
gotak stared harder, then let out the worldās most defeated groan. slowly, painfully, he reached into his pocket and slapped a crumpled bill into juntaeās waiting palm.
āi canāt believe this,ā gotak muttered āi really thought sheād bailā¦ or be some forty-year-old ahjussi in a hoodieā¦ā
juntae folded the bill neatly, smiling a little āiām glad he didnāt get catfishedā¦ they look cute together.ā
gotak grumbled something that sounded halfway between a curse and a compliment
āsheās too pretty for a dumbass like baku,ā he mumbled, arms crossed āheās gonna pass out any secondā¦ā
as if on cue, baku, across the street, tried to hold your hand.
tried.
his fingers brushed yours, then he panicked, snatched his hand back, panicked again, and then finally managed to lace his fingers with yours on the third attempt, practically vibrating with joy.
you laughed softly, and he lit up like a firework.
gotakās expression softened despite himself.
āā¦okay, fine,ā he admitted under his breath āthey are kinda cute together.ā
juntae elbowed him gently āyouāre happy for him.ā
āshut up.ā
juntae smiled, eyes warm as he watched the two of you walk away ā baku grinning like heād won the lottery, and you blushing shyly beside him.
You only found out that Sieun had trouble sleeping recently ā right around the time your relationship reached the point where you spent nights at each otherās place. The first time you slept at his house, you fell asleep in Sieunās arms without realizing how much that meant to him. But sometime in the middle of the night, you woke up and noticed that those warm arms were no longer around you.
A soft light drew your attention from the corner of the room. Turning your head, you found him sitting at his study desk, hunched over his notebook, working on exercises in the dim glow ā only the desk lamp was on.
Still drowsy, you got out of bed and walked toward him. Sieun noticed you approaching, though he didnāt immediately look away from his notes.
āWhy are you awake?ā he asked quietly, his voice low and a little rough from hours of silence.
You hugged him from behind, wrapping your arms around him.
āI could ask you the same thing,ā you murmured, your face resting against his neck. He smelled good, as always.
āIām studying,ā he replied simply, as if that explained everything.
āItās not time to study. You need to sleep. Itāsā¦ā ā you paused to check the clock ā āthree in the morning, Sieun. You canāt stay up this late. Come on, letās go back to bed.ā
āIāll study a little longer.ā He turned back to his books, but there was something off in his posture ā a subtle hesitation unusual for someone normally so composed.
āSieun.ā You said his name firmly.
He held his breath for a moment, hoping you wouldnāt press further.
āHm?ā he answered without lifting his eyes.
āYouāre hiding something.ā
His eyes shut briefly in frustration. It was impressive how easily you could read him, even when he tried to keep his expression blank.
āYou have trouble sleeping, donāt you?ā you asked.
He didnāt answer at first. He only nodded once ā a small, reluctant confirmation.
āEven so, you need to try. Letās go to bed. Iām not letting you stay up this late,ā you said, taking his hand.
Sieun didnāt protest. He knew that once you set your mind on something, there wasnāt much room for argument. Still, he planned to wait for you to fall asleep again so he could go back to studying. At least, that was what he thought heād do.
You lay down and pulled Sieun with you so that his head rested on your chest. He wasnāt someone who usually sought physical contact ā at least not before he met you. But now, every touch of yours seemed to melt the walls he kept around himself. Your fingers gently running through his hair were almost hypnotic; for a moment, Sieun felt his mind go quiet, as if the world itself had faded into silence.
But sleep still wouldnāt come.
Not until you started singing.
Sieun couldnāt remember ever hearing you sing before. And honestly, he didnāt even like music ā people just assumed he did because he was always wearing headphones, but that was only a way to avoid unwanted conversations.
But your voiceā¦
Your voice was unlike anything heād ever heard. Soft, soothing, almost ethereal. Sieun felt his chest loosen in a way he didnāt even know he needed. If he hadnāt cared about music before, now he had just found his favorite singer.
His eyes grew heavy. His breathing slowed, steady and peaceful ā a rare sight. When you noticed he had finally fallen asleep, you smiled and kept stroking his hair until sleep found you as well.
Since that night, Sieun started asking you to sing for him whenever he needed to sleep. Every time, he drifted off quickly, as if your voice chased away every shadow lingering in his mind. Even when you were far apart, it was the same: he would call you, place the phone beside his pillow, and whisper in a barely audible tone:
āSing for me?ā
And you would sing ā happy to help him, and even happier knowing that, out of everyone, it was your voice he wanted to hear so he could finally rest.
HIII gulp this is my first time requesting so Iām so sorry if I do it wrong! Could you do a geum seongje x reader oneshot where theyāre like in the arcade and she keeps losing and she crashes out?? IM SO EXCITED!1!1!1
ā I'ma beat it, ain't no stoppin'
geum seongje x female!reader
summary: Your plan to humble Seongje at the arcade backfires when he wins every game with soft, smug ease. Desperate, you blurt out a deal: loser owes the winner..something.
words count: 0,7k (might write a second part..)
genre: fluff, reader losing a lot (that's kinda sad at some point), soft boyfriend behavior disguised under shameless cockiness, bit suggestive at the end;)
The arcade lights were way too brightāor maybe that was just your pride dying on the DDR floor for the fourth time.
Your hands slapped your knees as you tried to catch your breath. "Okay," you wheezed. "Run that back."
Behind you, Seongje stood with his hands in his pockets, expression painfully neutral except for the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"You sure?" he asked, voice low and annoyingly cocky. "You look like youāre about to pass out."
"Iām fine."
"Youāre sweating."
"Itās cardio!"
Seongje snortedāa soft, warm sound he only let out around you. "Cardio implies you were moving with purpose."
Your jaw dropped. "IāI literally almost beat you that round!"
"You were two full arrows behind."
"Thatās close!"
He tilted his head. "Is it?"
You stomped off the dance platform, headed straight for the claw machine. "Fine. New game. Something I can win."
Seongje followed at a leisurely pace, hands still in his pockets, eyes soft because he was clearly enjoying every second of this. The machine glittered with plushies you swore were rigged.
You positioned your hands on the buttons like a professional.
He leaned over your shoulder, chin nearly brushing you. "Careful. You always drop it too early."
You glared at him. "No coaching from the peanut gallery."
"Iām helping," he said, sounding way too innocent.
"Youāre distracting."
"Same thing."
You pressed the button.
The claw descended.
Grabbed nothing.
Picked up air.
And then swung mockingly to the left.
You slapped the glass. "WHAT?! This machine is broken!"
Seongje hummed thoughtfully. "Orā¦"
"Donāt say it."
"Youāre bad at this."
You froze. "I am NOT badā"
"You missed the plush by three inches," he pointed out calmly. "Thatās not even close."
You spun to him. "You go, then."
He raised a brow, stepped forward, and put in a token. One smooth movement. One perfect aim.
The claw dropped.
Grabbed the plush.
Dragged it cleanly to the chute.
You watched it fall inside with the weight of a thousand regrets.
He bent down, picked up the plush, and placed it gently into your hands.
"There," he said softly. "A consolation prize."
"SEONGJE."
He smiledālazy, smug, devastating. "What? You like it."
"Thatās not the point!"
He shrugged. "Still true."
You tried basketball. He destroyed you.
You tried racing games. He lapped you.
You tried air hockey. He beat you 7ā1 and claimed the one goal you scored was an "accident."
By the time you reached the prize counter, you had zero tickets, and Seongje had so many he needed a bucket.
You slumped against the counter, dramatically defeated. "I give up. Youāre cheating."
He leaned beside you, head tilted toward yours, voice softer again. "Iām not cheating. Youāre just competitive."
"You make me competitive."
"That sounds like a you problem."
You shoved him weakly. He didnāt budge, just looked amused.
Then an idea sparked.
You stood up straight. "Okay. One more game."
His eyes narrowed. "Which one?"
You pointed to the coin-pusher. "Simple. No reflexes. No speed. Just timing."
He said nothing for a secondājust watched you, unreadable.
"Mmh.. what's the catch?" he asked.
You smirked. "Loser owns the winner something. Anything. Without any protest."
His expression didnāt change. Not even a flicker.
Then very slowly, a smirk spread across his faceācocky, warm, confident in the way that made your stomach flip.
"So youāre bribing me now?" he asked.
"W-what?! Noā"
"Offering yourself as a prize."
"That is NOT what Iā"
"Shouldāve done that from the beginning," he continued, stepping closer. "I wouldāve thrown every game."
Your eyes widened. "You wouldāveā?!"
He dipped his head so his face was level with yours. "But nowā¦?"
His gaze dropped to your lips for barely a second.
"Iām definitely winning."
Your heart stuttered.
"Youā you donāt even know if youāllā"
He took a token from the machine, flipped it between his fingers effortlessly, and gave you a look that was pure trouble.
Hi!! Itās š anon and I just wanted to tell you that the Hyun-tak fic was sickeningly sweet and adorable. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much and my heart keeps leaping out of my chest reading it. Genuinely cannot get over it and is one of my favorite fics. Love your genius mind and your work. I hope you take care, and happy holidays!!
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REQUEST: "Maybe a gotak smut where reader got drunk and wanted to do it with him, which he wanted to but he didnt want to take advantage SOOO he promised the second she got sober they could (aka the morning) if that makes sense? if possible could you add a bit of fluff in it and aftercare? Thank you"
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The night air clings to your skin as Gotak guides you through the dimly lit streets, his arm firm around your waist to keep you steady. The party had been louder than usual, a chaotic mix of laughter and thumping music that left your head spinning even before the drinks kicked in. Now, with the world tilting slightly under your feet, you lean into him, the warmth of his body a solid anchor. He's quiet, as always, but his grip tightens when you stumble, his breath warm against your temple.
"You okay?" he murmurs, voice low and rough, like gravel under tires. You nod, but the alcohol buzz makes everything feel hazy and urgent. The walk to his apartment isn't far, but it feels endless, your thoughts tumbling over each other. Gotak's been your rock for months nowāever since that rainy afternoon when he pulled you out of a pointless argument at school and walked you home without a word. He's not the type to say much, but his actions speak volumes: the way he shares his jacket when you're cold, or how he lingers after study sessions just to make sure you eat.
By the time you reach his door, the buzz has shifted into something hotter, more insistent. You press against him as he fumbles with the keys, your hand sliding up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Gotak," you whisper, your voice slurring just a bit, lips brushing his jaw. He freezes, the door clicking open, but he doesn't move right away. Instead, he turns his head, dark eyes searching yours in the low light of the hallway.
"Hey, easy," he says, but there's a strain in his tone, like he's holding back. You don't listen. The alcohol strips away your filters, and suddenly, all you can think about is how close he is, how his scentāclean soap mixed with something faintly smokyāmakes your pulse race. You push up on your toes, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, your hands roaming lower, tugging at his belt.
He groans into the kiss, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, but then he pulls back, breathing hard. "Wait. You're drunk." His words are firm, but his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with want. You can feel it in the way his body tenses against yours, the hard line of his erection pressing through his jeans.
"I want you," you insist, your fingers dipping under his shirt to trace the ridges of his abs. He's built solid, all lean muscle from whatever fights or training he does on the side, and the touch sends a thrill through you. "Please, Gotak. I've wanted this for so loooong."
He swears under his breath, guiding you inside and kicking the door shut. The apartment is small, sparsely furnishedāa couch, a coffee table cluttered with textbooks, and his bedroom door ajar down the hall. He leads you to the couch, sitting you down gently, but you pull him with you, straddling his lap before he can protest. Your skirt rides up, and you grind against him, feeling him throb beneath you.
"Fuck," he mutters, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. For a second, you think he's giving ināhis mouth crashes back to yours, tongue sweeping in deep, tasting of mint and restraint. But then he lifts you off, setting you beside him, his chest heaving. "No. Not like this. I want you sober. All of you."
You pout, the rejection stinging even through the haze, but his expression softens. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, thumb lingering on your cheek. "Tomorrow morning. When you're clear-headed. Promise me you'll still want it then, and I'll give you everything.' His voice drops, husky. "I want it too. Badly. But not if you're not all here."
The words sink in slowly, warming you more than the alcohol ever could. You nod, leaning into his touch, and he pulls you against his side, wrapping an arm around you. The rest of the night blursāhim getting you water, helping you out of your shoes, tucking you into his bed while he crashes on the couch. Sleep claims you fast, dreamless and deep.
Morning light filters through the thin curtains, pulling you awake with a dull ache behind your eyes. Your mouth tastes like cotton, but the events of last night crash back in vivid detail: the party, the walk, the kiss, his refusal. Heat floods your cheeks as you sit up, glancing around the room. Gotak's side of the bed is empty, but you hear movement in the kitchenāclinking dishes, the soft hum of the fridge.
You swing your legs over the edge, padding barefoot down the hall. He's there, shirtless, wearing only loose sweatpants that hang low on his hips, revealing the V of muscle leading downward. His back is to you, broad and scarred in places from old fights, as he pours coffee. The sight makes your stomach flip, desire pooling low despite the hangover.
"Hey," you say softly, and he turns, eyes lighting up when he sees you. No judgment, just a small smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes.
"Feeling better?" He slides a glass of water across the counter, along with two pills. You take them gratefully, swallowing as he watches, his gaze steady.
"Yeah. Uhm- About last night... I meant it. All of it." Your voice is clear now, no slur, no haze. You step closer, heart pounding. "I still want you."
His breath hitches, and in an instant, he's around the counter, pulling you into his arms. His mouth finds yours, the kiss slow and deliberate this time, no rush, just the building heat of lips parting, tongues sliding together. You melt into him, hands exploring the warm skin of his back, nails scraping lightly down his spine. He groans, deepening the kiss, one hand tangling in your hair while the other slides under your shirtāhis shirt, you realize, from last nightāto grip your waist.
"Good," he murmurs against your lips, voice rough with need. "Because I've been thinking about this all night. Couldn't sleep for shit." He nips at your lower lip, then your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck as he backs you toward the bedroom. Your body responds instantly, thighs pressing together against the growing ache.
In the doorway, he pauses, lifting your chin to meet his eyes. "You sure? We can take it slow." There's a softness in the way he says it, concern laced with affection, his thumb stroking your cheek.
"I'm sure," you breathe, pulling him inside. The bed is still rumpled from your solo sleep, and he tumbles you onto it gently, following you down. His weight pins you in the best way, solid and reassuring, as he kisses you again, slower now, savoring. You arch up, legs parting to let him settle between them, feeling the hard length of his cock through the thin fabric of his sweats.
Clothes come off in stagesāyour shirt first, his hands roaming your bare skin, palms rough against your sides. He breaks the kiss to look at you, eyes dark with hunger. "Perfect," he says simply, no flowery words, just truth. Then his mouth is on your collarbone, sucking lightly, leaving a faint mark as his fingers work your skirt's zipper.
You help him, shimmying out of it, and he sheds his sweats in one fluid motion, kicking them aside. Naked now, his body is all hard lines and warmth, cock standing thick and heavy against his stomach, tip already glistening. You reach for him, wrapping your hand around the base, stroking slowly. He hisses, hips bucking into your touch, but he catches your wrist, kissing your palm.
"Not yet. Want to taste you first." He shifts down, but you shake your headāno, you want him now, all of him. Instead, you guide his hand between your legs, where you're already slick and ready. His fingers brush your folds, parting them gently, thumb circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"Fuck, you're wet," he growls, but he doesn't push further. Sliding back up, he positions himself, cock nudging your entrance. "Tell me if it's too much."
You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he pushes in slowly, inch by inch. The stretch burns sweetly, his thickness filling you completely, walls clenching around him. He pauses halfway, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. "You feel so good."
You rock your hips, urging him deeper, and he obliges, bottoming out with a deep groan. The fullness is overwhelming, every nerve alight as he holds still, letting you adjust. His hands frame your face, kissing you softly, a contrast to the raw intensity building between you.
Then he movesāslow at first, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in, the drag of his cock against your inner walls sending sparks up your spine. You moan into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders. He sets a steady rhythm, hips rolling in deep, measured thrusts that hit just right, building the pressure without rushing.
Minutes stretch as he fucks you like this, the position allowing him to watch your every reaction, his eyes locked on yours. Sweat beads on his brow, dripping down to mix with yours. "You like that?" he asks, voice strained, angling his hips to grind against your clit with each plunge.
"YesāGod, yes," you whimper, the coil in your belly tightening. He speeds up slightly, thrusts turning sharper, cock slamming home with wet sounds that fill the room. Your legs tighten around him, heels digging into his back, pulling him closer.
He shifts then, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder for a deeper angle, the new position letting him reach even further inside. You cry out, the sensation intense, bordering on too much, but perfect. His free hand slides between you, thumb pressing firm circles on your clit, syncing with his thrusts.
The build-up is torturous in the best wayāwaves of pleasure cresting higher, never quite breaking, as he draws it out. "Come for me," he urges, lips brushing your ear, breath hot.
It hits you suddenly, orgasm crashing over you like a wave, walls fluttering and clenching around him. You arch off the bed, gasping his name, vision blurring. He doesn't stop, riding you through it, thrusts steady until your tremors subside.
But he's not done. Flipping you gently onto your stomach, he pulls your hips up, entering you from behind in one smooth stroke. The angle is deeper, his cock dragging along your g-spot with every push. You bury your face in the pillow, moaning as he grips your waist, pounding into you with controlled force.
"So fucking perfect," he grunts, one hand sliding up your spine to tangle in your hair, not pulling, just holding. His pace quickens, skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking under the force. You push back against him, meeting each thrust, the renewed friction building another peak fast.
He leans over you, chest to your back, mouth at your neck as he fucks you harder, cock swelling inside. "Gonna come," he warns, voice breaking. "Inside?"
"Yesāplease," you beg, and that's all it takes. He thrusts deep one last time, groaning low as he spills hot and thick into you, pulsing with each wave. The feel of him coming triggers your second orgasm, milder but no less intense, milking him dry as you tremble beneath him.
He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms without pulling out right away, staying connected as your breaths even out. He drags his knuckles lightly down your arm, grounding you with each slow stroke.
āYou okay?ā he murmurs, voice quieter now, the rasp gentled by concern.
"Mm.." You nod and curl against him. He shifts immediately, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders and tucking it around you like heās afraid you might get cold. His hand comes up to brush your hair back from your face, fingertips barely grazing your skin.
āGood,ā he whispers. āJust want to make sure youāre comfortable.ā
He eases out of bed only long enough to grab a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom. When he returns, he sits beside you, giving you a soft smile before carefully cleaning the sweat from your forehead and the curve of your neck. His movements are slow, mindful, like heās handling something precious.
When heās done, he tosses the cloth aside and climbs back in, immediately drawing you into his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your headānothing heated this time, just gentle, lingering affection.
You feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your cheek. Itās soothing, anchoring you in a way words never could.
āYou know,ā he says, voice low, āyou scared me a little last night.ā
You look up, brow furrowing. He gives a small, crooked smile, running a thumb over your cheekbone.
āNot in a bad way,ā he adds quickly. āJustā¦ I care. A lot. More than I probably should.ā He chuckles softly, forehead resting against yours. āDidnāt want to mess anything up.ā
Your chest warms. You lace your fingers with his, squeezing lightly.
āYou didnāt,ā you whisper. āYouāre perfect.ā
He exhales, relief softening his whole expression. āGood. Because I want thisāā he squeezes your hand back, āāto be good for you. Always.ā
The two of you lie there for a while, legs tangled, sharing the quiet. He absent-mindedly traces shapes on your backācircles, lines, tiny patterns that lull you into a calm, floating warmth. Eventually, he shifts again, pulling you even closer, chin resting atop your head.
āStay,ā he says, not demandingājust hopeful. āAll morning.ā
You smile into his chest, already feeling sleep tug downward. āI wasnāt planning on going anywhere.ā
summary: what kind of texts the weak hero boys would send to you (!! all of the screenshots that are used here are from pinterest and they arenāt made by me, i just assigned them to the weak hero characters)
featuring: yeon sieun, ahn suho, oh beomseok, park humin, go hyuntak, geum seongje, na baekjin
warnings: suggestive (suho, gotak, seongje (i swear it was unintentional these just spoke to me the most when it came to him š))
authorās note: this post is really lazy and silly lol but i hope youāre still gonna enjoy yourself! being a uni student in november is not for the weak especially when im trying to hangout with my friends and go to my job too i am so busy rn (ā„ļ¹ā„) anyways hope itās not too cringe or inaccurate, itās just for fun š„¹ next post is gonna be a proper fanfic again promise promise ą«®ā āø ā į ā”
Mismatch - &TEAM coded fic with Hyun-tak or Sieun!! Just them acting a fool in front of their crush or whatever. I give you free reign :)
Love your works!!
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ā we're mismatch, but I think I love it
go hyuntak x female!reader
summary: Go Hyuntak can handle fights and rival teams, but he falls apart the second you walk into the room. Today, his shy, chaotic crush on you finally comes to light.. in the cutest way possible.
words count: 1,5k
genre: pure fluff, hyuntak being painfully so shy, mild language (hyuntak-style) & idiot-in-love energy
You never expect the day to start with Hyuntak nearly breaking the vending machine.
But there he isāGo Hyuntak, Eunjang Highās resident handsome basketball player with a reputation for being both terrifying and ridiculously loyal, standing in front of the machine with both hands raised like heās about to throw hands with it.
Again.
The machine whirs loudly and spits out the wrong drink, something pink and fruity instead of the blue sports drink he wanted. Hyuntak lets out a dramatic groan that echoes down the hallway.
"Why is it always me?" he mutters, and although he sounds mad, he mostly looks.. betrayed.
You canāt help laughing. "Maybe the vending machineās scared of you."
Hyuntak freezes, like you slapped him with a bag of ice.
His shoulders lift slowly. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he turns around.
"ā¦Oh. Uhh. Hi."
He says "hi" like itās his first time using the Korean language. His voice cracks just slightly, enough to make him cough and look away.
Heās bright red.
Bright. Red.
You blink innocently. "Hi. Having fun losing a fight with a vending machine?"
He sucks in a breath like heās bracing for impact.
"N-no. I wasnāt losing. I was justāit gave me the wrongāit cheated first."
That shouldnāt be funny. But the fact he says it so seriously? With that tiny crack in his bravado?
You laugh again, and Hyuntak nearly drops the pink drink.
He fumbles to hide it behind his back, as if the sight of him holding something that cute would kill him on the spot.
"You, uh.. you like these, right?" he blurts suddenly. "The pink ones. Strawberry or whatever."
You raise a brow. "Yeah. Howād you know?"
Hyuntak pauses. Looks at the floor. Mumbles something you donāt catch.
"What was that?"
He clears his throat, still refusing to meet your eyes. "I said, I.. mightāve noticed you buy them. Sometimes."
Your heartbeat does a small, stupid jump.
You reach out to take the drink, but he panics and accidentally drops it.
It hits the floor with a loud thud and rolls away.
Hyuntak stares at it like he just killed a small innocent animal.
"Oh my god," he whispers. Then, louder, to himself: "Why am I like this?"
You bite back a smile. "Hyuntak, itās just a drink."
"I know," he groans, rubbing his hands over his face. "But you saw. You saw all of that."
"Yeah. And it was adorable."
His head snaps up so fast youāre surprised his neck survives it.
"AāAdoā what? No. NO. It wasnāt. That wasāthat was justāI wasnāt trying to beā"
He stumbles, flounders, gestures vaguely at the air.
Then he mutters, defeated: "Iām gonna die."
You laugh softly. "Relax. Youāre fine."
But heās not listeningāheās walking in circles like heās trying to reboot his entire operating system.
This is what Hyuntak is like whenever youāre around.
You donāt know when it startedāmaybe somewhere between the time you lent him your notes and the time he lent you his jacket when it rained. All you know is that Hyuntak looks one punch away from a street fight with anyone else.. but with you?
He short-circuits.
Every. Single. Time.
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The basketball team finishes practice later than usual. You decide to stop byāyou were supposed to give Sieun some lecture notes, but you end up wandering in a little early.
The gym smells like sweat, floor polish, and bouncing basketballs.
Hyuntak notices you in 0.001 seconds.
He immediately misses a pass, the ball hitting him in the shoulder.
"Ouchāfuckāwhatā?!"
The team pauses. Then stares.
Hyuntak tries to pretend nothing happened, but he keeps glancing at you and missing dribbles.
One of the third-years sighs. "Hyuntak, if youāre gonna play like that when your girlfriendās watching, at leastā"
"Sheās NOTā!" Hyuntak yells, tripping over his own feet and falling on his butt.
You clap a hand over your mouth.
Did he really justā
Yep.
He really did.
Practice ends early after the coach decides Hyuntak has suffered enough embarrassment for one week.
By the time everyone else leaves, Hyuntak is lying flat on the court like a corpse, arms out, staring at the ceiling.
You walk over and crouch next to him.
"You alive?" you ask gently.
"No," he replies dramatically. "Iām dead. They killed me. You killed me."
You bite your lip to keep from laughing.
"You didnāt have to freak out like that."
"I wasnāt freaking out," he insists. "I was..slipping. And tripping. And also maybe dying a little. But not freaking out."
You tilt your head.
"Are you shy?"
He sits up so fast he makes himself dizzy.
"What?! No! Iām notāI donātāI donāt get shy!"
"Really?"
"Yāyes."
You lean a little closer.
He leans back like you pointed a flame-thrower at him.
You keep leaning in.
He keeps leaning back.
Until he tips over again.
You burst out laughing. He groans into his hands.
"Okay, maybe a LITTLE," he mumbles. "Not..not a lot. Justā around you."
Your breath catches at the same time his face goes tomato-red.
He freezes again, realizing what he said.
"Oh my god," he whispers. "I said that out loud. I actually said that. Iām gonna go drown myself in the mop bucket."
You catch his wrist gently before he can escape.
"Hyuntak."
He looks at you reluctantly, like heās expecting you to laugh at him.
But you donāt.
"You donāt have to be nervous around me," you say softly.
He swallows hard. His voice is small when he answers.
"I canāt help it."
"Why not?"
He rubs the back of his neck. "Becauseā¦ because youāre..you know."
"Iām what?"
"Donāt make me say it," he begs, face buried in his hands.
You grin a little. "Say it."
"No."
"Hyuntak."
He groans loudly and flops backward again. His voice is muffled by his palms.
"Youāre really pretty, okay?! Youāreāyouāre justāyouāre so damn pretty I forget how to function."
Your heart stops for a second.
Then starts again, much faster.
"I'm pretty?" you echo.
"I SAID DONāT MAKE ME REPEAT IT."
"But you think Iām pretty."
He curls up like a dying spider. "Yes. Fine. Yes. I think youāre pretty. And I like you. A lot. And I donāt know how to talk to you because you make me feel like I swallowed sparklers and now theyāre exploding in my chest."
You blink.
"ā¦Sparklers?"
He groans into the floor. "I canāt do this. End my suffering."
You lean down until your face is just above his.
"Hyuntak."
He pauses.
Slowly, he lifts his head.
And your lips gently brush his cheek.
He goes completely still.
Then:
"WhatāwhatāWHATā"
He shoots up like heās been struck by lightning. His hands fly all over the place as he tries to understand reality.
"Did youādid you justāwas thatāIāyouāwhat?!"
You smile softly. "I like you too, Hyuntak."
His brain clearly crashes.
Like, fully.
Youāre pretty sure you can hear the Windows XP shutdown sound playing somewhere in the distance.
"You.. whāreally? Me?" he stammers. "You like me?"
"Of course I do."
He stands there shocked, blinking rapidly.
Then, slowly.. very slowly.. a smile creeps onto his face.
Not his usual cocky smirk.
Not his tough-guy grin.
A small, shy, unbelievably soft smile.
"You like me," he repeats, as if testing the words. "Holy shit."
You take his handāthe one he always uses to dribble the ballāand interlace your fingers.
His entire body jolts.
"Okay," he whispers. "Okay. Okay. This is fine. Iām fine. Totally fine."
"You sure?"
"No," he says honestly. "But Iām very happy."
You squeeze his hand.
He squeezes back, gentler than you thought he could be.
"Soo," he murmurs, eyes darting away shyly. "Can I..can I walk you home? Or something? I meanāif you want. If not, IāllāI dunnoāgo stand in traffic or somethingā"
You laugh, tugging him forward.
"Walk me home, Gotak."
His blush deepens, but he beamsāreally beamsāas he picks up your bag for you.
When he opens the gym door, still holding your hand carefully like itās something precious, he glances sideways at you.
"You can.. kiss me again later," he says under his breath. "If you want."
You grin. "Later?"
"Yeah," he mutters, rubbing his nose. "You know. After I recover from the first one."
You lean your head on his shoulder as you step outside.
I really enjoy reading your works and was wondering if you could do Baku NSFW Alphabet ? Thank you!
NSFW alphabet |Ā Park Humin (Baku) x afab!reader
pairing: Park Humin (Baku) x afab!reader
warnings: smut (mdni!), intercrural sex, breeding, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), mentions of pregnancy, masturbation, overstimulation
wc: 0.6k
a/n: english is not my first language and neither my second so do bare with any grammar mistakes ā Iām slowly working through the requests -> 25 more to go yayy
A = aftercare
The most gentle, caregiving ever: not just wet wipes or a towel but an actual bath
All acts of service until you fall asleep
also to make up for everything you let him do with you
B = bruises
On you: not intentionally, his grip is insane and you will bear marks from it, he'll apologise a million times for staining your tender skin
Wants you to mark him up, acrylics? Go scratch up his back, kissing his neck? Make sure to leave hickeys! Lipstick? Cover his face in your favorite color
C = cum
Inside: he's not pulling out until he's sure it has to stick, loves watching it leak out of you just to push it back in with his thumb
Not on your face cause the sight causes him discomfort but if you forbid him from cumming inside, he at least wants it on your belly and thighs to spread it with his fingers before rinsing it off in the shower
D = dirty secret
Wants you pregnant so bad, he has no job, gets terrible grades, was forced to join a gang but somehow he still wants kids
E = experience
Not so much, he is not a player, can't charm a girl if his life depended on it
First times is everything with him
G= goofiness
If he's in a good mood: Very, won't stop yapping during it ā genuinely comments on everything
if he's in a bad mood or stressed he's more quiet and broody and apart from occasional grunts here and there you won't hear much from him
I = intimacy
Very intimate, eye contact, gentle touches
Will kiss you gently in between to make sure youāre okay
J = jack off
Unashamed
In the morning waking with an erection, thinking about you, at night when you couldn't make it but sent him a pic as an apology, with you watching even cause why not
K = kinks
Breeding (not even a speck of doubt about this one)
Strength (have you seen his physique)
Size (bsfr)
Overstimulation (cause he needs more than just a few rounds to actually be satisfied)
L = location
In his room with the door locked and a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans (make sure to shut him up too, he is LOUD)
N = no
No cnc, no degradation ā very big on consent
P = pace
Slow and steady to cherish every orgasm, but he'll go deep and due to his strength there'll be bruises blooming around your hips with the force of his thrusts
Q = quickies
Anytime: janitors closet, bathroom ā if he's in a haze he wouldn't even care if someone walked straight in
R = risk
Not a fan but loves how it riles you up
S = stamina (how long can he go)
Athlete, he can go multiple rounds as a warm up
Will only stop when you've fallen asleep
T = toys
Not in the beginning but caught you with a vibrator once and couldn't forget the sounds you made so he's eager to recreate that
U = unfair
Can't follow through with this
Hates seeing you in distress or uncomfortable
W = wild card (random head canon)
Likes touching you inappropriately under the table when you're with friends to watch you try to keep your composure while you're literally falling apart for him
Y = yearning
Craves your touch like a man starved
Isnāt afraid to show it off either ā his hands are always on you, public or at home and he wants your hands on him too
Z= į¶» š š° .į
Will fall asleep the second you're cleaned up, will bury you underneath him and not let you up until he's awake in the morning
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