weak hero boys x fem! reader (headcanons + small scenario) ☆
summary: weak hero boys with fem! reader who decides to do their skincare
featuring: yeon sieun, ahn suho, oh beomseok, park humin, go hyuntak, seo juntae, geum seongje, na baekjin
warnings: intended lowercase, usage of y/n, slightly explicit if you squint
author’s note: lately i’m trying to get more into skincare and k-beauty (ordered bunch of products this month lol i’m so broke now ㅜㅜ) and it inspired me to write something like this! hope you’re going to enjoy yourself reading this ♡ likes, comments and reblogs are super appreciated ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
yeon sieun ໒꒱
• he’d pretend like he doesn’t care, sitting stiffly while you dab toner on his face
• “is this really necessary?...” he’d mumble, trying to sound annoyed, but the way his eyes flutter shut when your hands brush his cheeks completely gives him away
• secretly, he loves the quiet intimacy of it — the calm, the warmth, the fact that it’s you
• when you slide your pink headband onto him to keep his hair back, he’d murmur a soft “don’t.” but he wouldn’t take it off either
• once you finish, he’d look at you with that soft, unreadable gaze of his and quietly ask “do i… look better?”
“you look moisturized!” you’d giggle, squishing his cheeks as he tries not to blush
• whenever you call him cute, his ears turn pink immediately and he mutters “stop…” while very much hoping you won’t
• eventually he’d begin requesting face masks before studying, claiming they “help him focus more” — when really, he just wants an excuse to feel your gentle hands on his skin again
sieun sat at his desk, hunched over a stack of notes, pencil tapping rhythmically as he studied. the room was dim except for the small lamp beside him — the only real light came from your side, where you sat cross-legged on his bed with your little bag of skincare opened beside you.
you were humming softly, patting toner into your cheeks, completely focused on your reflection in the tiny mirror that you’d propped up against his pillow.
after a minute of listening to the gentle tap tap tap of your fingers on your skin, sieun finally turned, his expression calm and unreadable.
“what are you doing?” he asked, voice low and even.
you didn’t look at him, still massaging serum into your face. “my skincare,” you answered lightly “it’s my routine before bed.” you dabbed some cream onto your nose, leaning closer to the mirror. “you should start too, you know. your lips are unbelievably dry. a simple vaseline would help…” you mumbled, half-focused on trying to blend everything perfectly.
sieun rolled his eyes and glanced back at his textbook — but then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror you were holding. the way the light hit his mouth made it obvious.
my lips really are dry…
he stared at them a beat too long.
then, without turning fully toward you, he murmured “can you help then?”
you froze mid-pat, finally shifting your gaze from your reflection to him. “help… with your lips?” you asked, blinking.
sieun kept his eyes on the page in front of him, trying for indifference, but his ears were already burning pink. “you said it would… fix it.” he cleared his throat. “so. do it.”
your surprise melted instantly into excitement, your whole face lighting up. “really?” you grinned, already scrambling off the bed to grab the vaseline.
sieun finally looked up at you, still acting uninterested, but sitting a little straighter, lips slightly parted like he was trying not to look nervous.
“don’t make a big deal out of it” he muttered.
you just laughed softly, dipping your finger into the balm as you moved closer to him. “i won’t,” you whispered “tilt your head up.”
and he did. without complaint. without hesitation.
eyes closing the moment your thumb brushed the soft skin of his bottom lip — his entire posture melting a fraction, the stiff lines of tension slipping away as he let you take care of him.
and for the first time that night, he didn’t pretend not to enjoy it.
ahn suho ໒꒱
• he’s way too excited, like he’s been waiting his whole life for you to offer to do his skincare
• he sits down in front of you with that bright, eager smile “okay! i’m ready! use the fancy stuff— don’t hold back!”
• when the cold toner touches his face, he jerks back dramatically “AAH— it’s freezing?? how do you survive this every night??”
• absolutely adores sheet masks — picks the cutest patterned ones (he picked the one with a tiger pattern for himself to “look cool”) and immediately takes photos of both of you
• when you massage his cheeks, he melts instantly — he closes his eyes, leaning into your hands “mmh… you’re really good at this… never stop.”
• tries to return the favor but he’s a menace TT manages to poke your eye, wipe half of the moisturizer on your nose, and drop half the serum “wait— wait— don’t move! i’m a professional!” (he is definitely not a professional.)
• every step of the routine he’s asking a hundred questions
“what does this do?”
“is this the one that makes me glow?”
“will i look like an idol after this?”
and you’d just giggle “sure, suho.”
• keeps checking himself in your camera, tilting his face like he’s on a photoshoot “am i glowing yet?? tell me the truth.”
• once you finish, he follows you everywhere, grabbing your hand so you can feel his cheek “touch it! no— seriously. feel how soft i am now. i’m like a baby seal.”
• and you KNOW he’s going to text sieun about this afterwards lol “sieun-ah! i have a glowing skin now. don’t be jealous.” (sieun, in fact, doesn’t care)
suho sprawled comfortably on your bed, kicking his feet like he owns the place, when his eyes drift up to the posters on your walls — glittery k-pop idol boys staring down, looking absolutely flawless.
he squints.
“hey,” he calls out, voice full of fake offense “you don’t like them more than me, right?”
you laugh, flopping beside him.
“of course not. you’re my favorite boy ever.”
his ears turn pink instantly “oh.” he tries to hide his smile by looking back at the posters, but it really doesn’t work.
he leans closer to one of them, analyzing every inch of their faces with dramatic seriousness.
“but damn… how are they doing that?” he whispers, awestruck “their skin—it’s like they don’t have pores at all. that’s… illegal.”
you shrug casually “well, in order to achieve that you need to do your skincare, suho. wanna try? i have like a bunch of stuff.”
his head snaps towards you so fast you hear the mattress bounce.
his eyes are shining.
“does that mean you’re going to be touching my face the whole night?”
you flick his forehead “you’re stupid. but yeah, basically.”
he sits up straight and throws a triumphant fist in the air like he just won a national championship.
“YES!!”
and so, you set everything up—toner, serums, sheet masks—and suho sits in front of you all obedient and excited, legs crossed, hands on his knees like he’s attending the world’s most important appointment.
“okay,” you say, opening the toner “hold still.”
the second the cold cotton pad hits his cheek he dramatically squeals.
“it’s FREEZING, babe. maybe a warning next time???”
you’re giggling too hard to reply.
he tries to recover his pride by straightening up “i’m fine. i’m tough. continue.”
later, when you’re smoothing moisturizer onto his face, he watches you with soft eyes, quiet for once.
“hey,” he murmurs, cheeks glowing even before the skincare kicks in “if i look even half as good as those poster guys… i’m putting this routine on my résumé.”
you laugh, tapping his nose.
“you already look better than them.”
his blush spreads all the way to his neck.
after you finish, he keeps touching his own cheeks in disbelief.
“babe. babe. feel this. i’m… squishy.”
“that’s called being moisturized, suho.”
“no. it’s called perfection.”
he curls into your side under the blankets with a satisfied hum.
“from now on we’re doing this every time i’m sleeping over” he announces.
and honestly? with how happy he looks… you’re not saying no.
oh beomseok ໒꒱
• when you first suggested doing his skincare, his whole body tensed — not because he didn’t trust you, but because the thought of you seeing every pore, every blemish, every tiny insecurity up close made his stomach twist
• what if she’s gonna think i’m gross? what if she realizes i’m not good enough?
• so he declined quietly, muttering something about being tired
• you tried to play it off, but he caught the tiny flicker of disappointment in your eyes — and it hit him like a punch to the chest
• he spent the rest of the night mentally tearing himself apart for letting his insecurities ruin a moment that could’ve made you happy
• a few days later, when you came over to sleep at his place again, he greeted you at the door holding an enormous gift bag, blush creeping up his neck
• inside? a massive collection of high-end skincare: sheet masks, soothing gels, glass-skin serums, under-eye patches, moisturizers so expensive they should require ID to buy
• the way your eyes sparkled as you picked through the products made something warm bloom in his chest
• he watched you like you were opening presents on christmas morning — and for once, he felt proud that he made you this happy
• gently, almost timidly, he sat beside you and whispered “do you… think any of this could make my skin better…?”
• you froze, jaw dropping, still examining the products “are you kidding?! this stuff could make anyone glow — it’s insanely high quality! wait… wait— beomseok— are you saying you want me to do your skincare tonight?” you looked at him with literal stars in your eyes
• he let out this soft, breathy laugh, cheeks turning pink as he avoided your gaze “i… i’d like that. yeah.”
• when you started, he was stiff as a board — shoulders locked, eyes wide, holding his breath every time your fingers brushed his skin — nervous, shy, terrified of being seen so closely
• but the longer your hands worked on him, so gentle, careful, and loving, the more his muscles loosened
you were overjoyed when beomseok finally agreed to let you do his skincare.
the moment he sat down on the edge of his bed, you practically skipped over, grabbing your little pink headband and gently sliding it into his fluffy hair to keep it out of his face.
“cute” you whispered without thinking.
his ears turned red instantly.
you took your time choosing each product — toner, serum, moisturizer — everything you knew his skin needed.
but the second your fingers touched his cheeks, his whole body went rigid, like he was holding his breath through the entire process.
you paused, worry settling in “beomseok… if you don’t like this, i can stop, you know?”
his eyes widened in panic, hands shooting up defensively “no! no, it’s not— it’s not that!”
he swallowed hard, voice dropping to a whisper “i just… if you see me this close, you might realize i’m not really… the most handsome guy you could’ve chosen, you know?…”
and that was all it took for you to swing one leg over and straddle his lap, your sudden closeness making him freeze, then turn bright red from the tips of his ears to his collarbones.
his breath hitched.
“w-wait—”
you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
“beomseok,” you murmured, smiling gently “to me, you’re the prettiest guy ever. i promise.”
your hands cupped his cheeks as you continued “skincare is supposed to relax you, okay? and if anything…” your grin turned playful, eyes sparkling “i’m happy i get to touch you more.”
he let out a shaky breath, arms wrapping around your waist as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, completely overwhelmed.
“you’re gonna make me lose my mind like this…”
his voice was muffled against your skin, but you could hear the relieved smile in it — soft, real, and full of affection he usually kept buried.
and just like that, he finally relaxed beneath your touch.
park humin (baku) ໒꒱
• he’s so excited it’s borderline dangerous “WE’RE HAVING A SPA DAY? LET’S GOOOOO!!”
• completely loses his mind over how good everything smells “WHY DOES THIS ONE SMELL LIKE FRUIT SALAD—you sure it’s not edible? the packaging is in cute colors too! looks like candy.”
• puts on a sheet mask and snaps multiple selfies, sending one to hyuntak
hyuntak: you look ridiculous
baku: YOU HAVE NO TASTE!
he’s genuinely offended for the rest of the night
• hypes you up nonstop while you do his skincare
“your hands are MAGICAL—are you secretly a licensed esthetician?”
“you should start a business; i’ll be your model, your mascot, everything!”
• tries to return the favor by rubbing moisturizer on your cheeks, huge smile plastered on his face, though he’s mostly just squishing your cheeks in his huge hands without any real technique
“baku—it hurts…” you mumble
“BUT YOU’RE SOOOOO CUUUUTE” he replies, squishing your cheeks gently like a plush toy
• takes the praising part way too seriously
“babe you’re glowing”
“babe you’re radiant”
“babe i’m blinded… actually wait—yeah, still blinded”
• by the end, he’s sprawled on the floor with his sheet mask slipping off mumbling “that was literally the best day of my life…”
you were sitting on baku’s lap, carefully tending to the small injuries he’d gotten from some fight earlier, when some union punks tried to pick on juntae and sieun and baku of course stepped in, in order to protect them. his lip was slightly split, faint bruises along his cheekbone making you frown as you examined him.
he didn’t mind the attention though. in fact, he was grinning, hands resting gently on your sides as if he couldn’t believe you were this close to him.
“your skin is… kind of dry,” you murmured casually, tilting your head as you grabbed a small tube of moisturizer “while i’m at it… don’t you want me to do your skincare too maybe?”
baku’s eyes lit up instantly, as he nodded eagerly.
you tried to open the tube, twisting and pulling, but it wouldn’t budge. you let out an exasperated sigh. “ugh… why won’t this open?”
“ohhh, let me help!” baku said, reaching over, all smug confidence “that’s why you’re dating an athletic guy, dear.”
he twisted the cap, pressing a little too hard. suddenly, a blob of cream shot out, landing on both your hands — and a little splattered onto his chin and your lap.
“HUMIN! this is expensive!” you exclaimed, lunging to grab the tube from him.
he caught your hands in his, holding them gently but firmly, and leaned forward, pressing a soft, quick kiss to your lips.
“c’mon… don’t be mad” he said with a cheeky grin.
you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head, instantly forgiving him. “fine, but you’re helping me clean this up too.”
he chuckled, tilting his head so you could carefully smooth the cream over his cheeks. the entire time, he stayed relaxed under your gentle hands, eyes soft, grin still plastered across his face.
“i’m really lucky, huh?” he whispered quietly, almost shy.
you hummed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead “yeah… you are. now stay still, mister.”
he laughed, wrapping his arms around you tighter, letting himself completely melt under your touch. and just like that, the evening turned into soft laughter, gentle teasing, and quiet intimacy — just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.
go hyuntak (gotak) ໒꒱
• acts annoyed immediately when you suggest skincare
“i’m not putting that crap on my face.”
“pleaseee?”
“no, i’m an athlete! i’m supposed to have rough skin!”
• literally ten minutes later, sighs and sits down reluctantly “fine. but only because you asked.”
• pretends to hate everything you do while applying products, but completely melts every time your hands touch his jaw or cheeks
• complains mid-application “don’t press so hard—wait, actually… keep doing that, it feels… nice.”
• afterward, tries to act tough but can’t hide his satisfaction “…my face feels kinda fresh, i guess. don’t get cocky.”
• secretly enjoys the quiet intimacy of the moment, even if he grumbles the whole time
you were curled up on gotak’s bed, waiting for him to come back from basketball practice. the window was cracked open, letting in the cool evening air, and you were half-asleep when you heard heavy footsteps in the hall.
the door swung open.
gotak stood there, sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, shirt clinging to him. he gave you a huge grin the moment he spotted you.
“hey” he said, already leaning in for a kiss.
you immediately pressed your hands to his chest.
“no. not before you shower, mr. stinky.”
he froze, offended but amused.
“stinky? seriously? i just carried the whole team—”
“and the whole team’s smell is still on you” you shot back.
he let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes but smiling anyway.
“fine. i’ll go. don’t run away while i’m gone.”
the bathroom door closed, and you could hear him humming off-key under the water.
while he was showering, you quietly arranged your skincare products on his nightstand — creams, toners, essences, everything lined up perfectly. you even added your cute little headband for dramatic effect.
gotak stepped back into the room a few minutes later, towel around his neck, hair damp and fluffy.
he stopped dead in his tracks.
his eyes flicked from the nightstand… to you… to the products… back to you.
“no,” he said immediately “no way. not a chance.”
you looked up at him sweetly.
“but you’re so fresh and clean right now… the timing is literally perfect!”
he pressed his lips together, trying so hard not to look affected.
but then you tilted your head slightly, eyelashes fluttering just once — and that was it.
“ugh,” he muttered, running a hand down his face “why do you have to be cute.”
he dropped onto the bed beside you like a defeated warrior.
“fine. do whatever. but i’m not promising anything.”
you tried to hide your smile as you reached for the toner. he sat stiffly at first, but the moment your fingers brushed along his jaw, his posture instantly softened. his eyes half-closed, shoulders loosening.
“you’re taking this surprisingly well” you teased lightly.
“oh shut up” he mumbled, though it came out way too soft to be convincing.
you worked the moisturizer next, hands gentle and slow. his breath hitched just slightly when your thumb moved up to his cheekbone, and you pretended not to notice how he subtly leaned closer.
when you finished, he blinked at you, expression unreadable — but warm.
“…okay,” he muttered “maybe it wasn’t the worst thing ever.”
you smirked.
“so you admit you liked it.”
“don’t push it” he said, ears turning red. then he leaned in, brushing his forehead against your. “can i kiss you now? i showered, didn’t i?”
you smiled “yeah. you did.”
and this time, you let him press his lips against yours.
seo juntae ໒꒱
• so excited but soooo shy about it
• “i’ve… never done this before… is it really okay?”
• sits nervously with his knees together while you lather foam cleanser on him
• gets flustered each time your fingers touch his face
• when you apply moisturizer, he’ll whisper “your hands are… really gentle.”
• absolutely loves couple sheet masks
• “you look like a cute slime monster.”
• wants to try your lip balm and accidentally puts way too much “i look silly now don’t i haha?…”
• later buys skincare sets for both of you because he thinks it’s “your ritual together” from now on
you and juntae were sprawled out on your bed, watching one of his comfort animes. on-screen, the couple was sitting together in matching sheet masks, laughing and leaning into each other.
juntae blinked at it, cheeks tinting pink almost immediately.
“that’s… actually kinda cute” he whispered, pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands “the skincare thing. it looks… intimate.”
you turned to him, smiling “yeah? you think so?”
he nodded slowly, eyes still glued to the screen “it’s like… something anime couples do before they confess.”
you nudged him lightly “well… we can do it right now if you want to.”
his head snapped towards you so fast you almost laughed.
“r-right now?? i mean— uh— if you want to. i’m fine with it. totally fine.” he said, as his voice cracked a little.
you grabbed a couple of sheet masks from your drawer, and by the time you turned back to him, he was already sitting up straight, hands in his lap, posture stiff like he was about to take an exam.
“you can relax, you know” you giggled.
“i am relaxed” he said, shoulders up to his ears.
you cupped his jaw gently as you wiped his face with a warm towel. instantly, he shut his eyes and held perfectly still — so obedient it was adorable.
“you don’t have to close your eyes yet.”
“o-oh. sorry.”
he peeked at you shyly… then closed them again anyway.
you laid the mask over his face, smoothing it carefully. every soft drag of your fingertips made him tense, then slowly melt, his lashes fluttering just a little.
after a few minutes, you peeled it off and tapped the essence into his cheeks. juntae kept his eyes closed the whole time, patient and trusting, like he didn’t want the moment to end.
“one last thing” you whispered.
he hummed, still calm, still waiting.
you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
his eyes flew open — wide, startled, and very, very pink.
“h-huh—??”
he looked like his soul left his body for a second.
you grinned at him “that step wasn’t in the anime, but i added it.”
he covered half his face with his sleeve, hiding a huge smile.
“if… if we do skincare again… can that step be… um… mandatory?”
“yeah,” you whispered, brushing his hair back “every single time.”
he looked down shyly, but you could hear the tiny, happy laugh he tried to hide.
geum seongje ໒꒱
• “oh? you dare to touch my face now? that’s bold.” he’d scoff, acting like you just challenged him to a duel
• pretends it’s the biggest inconvenience in the world — he’ll gladly throw punches in a fight, but sitting still for five minutes while you pamper him? suddenly impossible
• you always make him wear your pink headband because his hair ALWAYS gets in the way, but the second you let out even the tiniest giggle at how cute your tough boyfriend suddenly looks, he’ll rip it off with an annoyed huff
• always insists on a condition: if you’re doing his skincare, he gets to hold you in his lap
• will absolutely pull you closer mid-routine, making you straddle him completely because “you’re too far, i can’t see you properly.”
• keeps smirking at you the whole time, just to fluster you on purpose and make you mess up
• watches you with half-lidded eyes, gaze thick and hungry, like he’s more interested in you than the skincare (spoiler: it’s because he is)
• if you tell him to hold still, he’ll deliberately move a little just to annoy you and hear you scold him “you really trust me to sit still while you do this?” he’ll tease, voice dropping almost to a purr
• after you finish, he’ll kiss your palm and say “good job, pretty girl.”
you were sitting cross-legged on seongje’s bed, while he was passionately playing some videogame on his PC and eating some instant ramen at the same time. the room smelled like broth and cigarette smoke — his usual combo. after a moment of watching him play, you huffed under your breath.
“no wonder your skin acts up when you eat this trash all the time… and with your smoking habits on top of it.”
you didn’t even mean it as an insult — just an observation. but the game suddenly paused. seongje turned in his chair, eyes narrowed in that sharp, unreadable way of his.
“yeah? and what can you do about it, huh?” he leaned back, arms crossed “am i not handsome enough for you like this or what?” his laugh was low, humorless.
you rolled your eyes so hard at his words it could’ve been audible “all i’m saying is, you could take care of your skin at least, considering all the unhealthy stuff you do. you know i always have products on me.”
he scoffed, shaking his head “i beat up people for money, babe. you think a guy like me is gonna sit around doing skincare?” he laughed again — but this time, the irony wasn’t lost on either of you.
because ten minutes later, he was sitting on his bed with the most annoyed expression known to mankind. your pink headband kept his hair pushed out of his face, glasses tossed carelessly on the nightstand. you sat in front of him, squeezing lotion into your hand with complete focus.
“hold still” you muttered.
he didn’t listen, obviously. but he didn’t pull away either.
as your fingers gently spread the moisturizer over his skin, he visibly relaxed, the tension melting from his shoulders. he hated how much power you had over him. or maybe he loved it — judging from the way he stared at you.
then, suddenly, he tilted your chin up with one finger, leaning close enough that you could feel his breath.
“you’re cute when you concentrate” he murmured, voice low and smug.
your hands immediately trembled. he smirked, delighted.
and before you could recover, his hands slid to your hips, pulling you closer between his knees. “you know what,” he said with a soft chuckle “now i get the appeal of this whole skincare thing.”
you yelped when he started to place light kisses along your neck, your grip on the lotion bottle tightening “seongje— you’re so stupid! i’m not even halfway done, let me finish!”
he rolled his eyes, pulling back with a slow smirk. “yeah, yeah. you’re lucky i’m in a good mood.”
you managed to finish — though barely — with your heart pounding like crazy thanks to him.
the next day, when you two were hanging out at the bowling alley together, a couple of the union guys eyed him curiously.
“hey, seongje, why do you look… kinda glowy today?”
he just shrugged lazily, hands in his pockets.
“yeah, my girl likes touching my face too much.”
you nearly collapsed on the spot.
and he knew it — because he sent you a sideways smirk, eyes glittering with absolute victory.
that man was going to be the death of you someday.
na baekjin ໒꒱
• he’s initially hesitant, more out of pride than dislike — acts like he doesn’t need pampering, but secretly enjoys it
• will analyze every product you use, asking pointed questions about its ingredients or effects, showing his meticulous side
• enjoys quiet, intimate moments of touch, but rarely verbalizes his appreciation
• will occasionally peek at the mirror mid-routine, giving small nods of approval at the results
• enjoys your gentle touches around his jawline and forehead the most, though he’d act indifferent
• doesn’t usually like to be fussed over for too long, so shorter, efficient skin care routines are ideal for him
• appreciates your effort and care behind the routine more than the act itself — the closeness between you two matters to him the most at the end of the day
you had just finished tidying up a few things in your room when you heard the familiar shuffle of papers and a faint sigh. baekjin was already there, sprawled across your table with his hair messy, gel long gone, and a stack of union documents spread out before him. he looked focused, but tense — the kind of tense that always made your chest ache.
“baekjin, dear… rest up a bit, hm?” you murmured, sliding behind him to wrap your arms lightly around his shoulders. your chin brushed against the back of his head. he gave a small sigh, the tension in his shoulders visible, and for a moment, guilt flickered across his face. he knew he’d been neglecting you, even unintentionally.
“i… i can’t just sit” he muttered, flipping another page, but you were already guiding him gently towards your bed.
“yes, you can,” you said softly “trust me. i know exactly what’s going to help you relax.”
he let his sharp, catlike eyes follow you carefully, narrowing slightly in curiosity. when you settled in front of him with your skincare bag open, ready to pamper him, he reached out before your hands could touch his face. he examined the creams, lotions, and serums in your hands with a careful, almost clinical interest.
“…okay” he muttered quietly after a long exhale, letting you proceed.
your fingers brushed against his cheeks first, and you saw the stiffness in his shoulders begin to melt almost immediately. his eyes softened as you worked, the corners of his mouth tugging just slightly upward. he didn’t say anything, not yet, but the way he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
for the first time in weeks, maybe even months, he let himself just be. you adjusted a strand of hair from his forehead, applied moisturizer in careful strokes, and slowly, gently, he felt the weight of his responsibilities lift, replaced by the quiet warmth of being cared for.
and though he would never admit it out loud, under your touch, baekjin was entirely, utterly at peace.
fin.
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𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒊-𝒆𝒖𝒏:
How does he make love?
❥ Si-eun is incredibly observant and quiet. When he’s being gentle, his touch is light... almost delicate.
❥ He isn’t the type to say "I love you" a thousand times, but he will constantly check in, asking if you want to do this or if you like that. His tone remains flat, yet he can’t quite hide how nervous he actually is. His kisses are brief and precise, scattered across your face and the base of your throat.
❥ To him, oral sex is a way to study you. He needs to figure out the exact pressure and rhythm that pushes you over the edge. He takes mental notes of your physical reactions; it’s his way of ensuring your happiness.
❥ His favorite position for making love is a reclined cowgirl. He loves it when you’re on top but leaning down against his chest, burying your face in his neck and letting him take the lead.
❥ He’ll wrap his arms firmly around your waist, pinning you against him as he begins to sink into you, tilting his hips up with slow, deliberate thrusts.
❥ He’d say things like:
“You’re shaking.”
“Don’t pull away.”
“Do you like it like this?”
It’s all very logical, but whispered in his low voice, it feels incredibly intimate.
❥ Aftercare is the most important part for him, especially since he grew up feeling lonely and overlooked by his parents. Afterward, he’ll stay glued to your side, likely bringing you water or food without you even asking. He doesn't say much, but he’ll let you fall asleep on his chest while he silently strokes your hair.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ It doesnt happen often, it just doesn't align with his usual personality or the nature of your relationship.
❥ If he takes the initiative, it’s usually because he’s been under extreme pressure. He isnt angry with you, and he makes sure you know it’s not your fault... he just needs to burn off the pent-up adrenaline.
❥ If you take the initiative, its usually after he's had to fight to protect you. You simply find it hotter when your quiet boyfriend lets his more violent side slip through.
❥ If he’s jealous, he’ll be rougher in bed, though you’ll likely never know jealousy was the catalyst. Si-eun is guarded and a man of few words; he’d never admit to feeling insecure.
❥ Don’t expect cheap degradation, he’s too smart for that. Instead, he’ll say things that prove he knows you better than anyone:
“Did you really think you could pretend you don’t like this?”
He isn’t mocking you, he’s just exposing the truth of your desire with his signature coldness.
❥ The pace stays slow, but the force behind his thrusts increases. He knows exactly where to push to cause the most pleasure. He doesn’t like leaving marks (or being marked), but he might leave faint bruises from biting your shoulders.
❥ He’s fascinated by seeing you... his shy and quiet girlfriend, go completely irrational for him. He won’t overstimulate you until it hurts, but he’ll certainly keep going until you’re begging.
❥ Si-eun has deceptive physical stamina. Though he looks fragile, he can go for a long time without reaching his own peak.
❥ When he wants to go hard, he likes pinning you against the wall. It lets him move your body however he wants. His hands would be busy: one likely cupping your breast and the other gripping your hip firmly... never to actually hurt you, but to guide you.
𝑨𝒉𝒏 𝑺𝒖-𝒉𝒐:
How does he make love?
❥ When Su-ho decides to be gentle, everything slows down, as if time stops in his room. His touch is firm but warm, he loves tracing your body with his fingers, marvelling at how soft your skin is.
❥ He’ll whisper things like “You’re beautiful,” or just mutter your name in that signature deep voice of his. His kisses are slow and deeply calm, usually starting on your forehead and the tip of your nose before moving down to your neck.
❥ Since he’s always active, working or training, his stamina is enviable. He’ll touch you with technical precision, he needs to make sure you’re properly prepped because he hates the idea of causing you any unnecessary pain.
❥ He gives the best head of your life because he’s dedicated. He genuinely enjoys it because, to him, seeing you come is the ultimate win.
❥ Missionary is his favorite. Its simple, comfortable, and lets him control the depth... plus, he gets to look you in the eyes the whole time. He’ll stroke your face with his thumb while he’s inside you. He isnt much of a hair-puller during sweet moments, he prefers keeping you flushed against him.
❥ He’s a man of few but very direct words:
“Don’t stop.”
“Do that again for me.”
He keeps that playful, ironic tone he uses with his friends, so if he sees you’re totally lost in the pleasure, he might drop a smug: “Am I really that good?”
❥ Su-ho is fiercely protective, so afterward, he’ll wrap you in his arms or a blanket. He’s usually exhausted, so he’ll likely pass out as soon as he gets comfortable.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex with Su-ho doesn't come from a place of malice; he has a strong sense of justice and isn't abusive. It usually happens when built-up desire simply overflows.
❥ It’s rarely about jealousy since he’s quite confident, but if someone has been bothering you, that protective energy transforms into an overwhelming physical intensity in the bedroom.
❥ He won’t degrade you, but he will tease you:
“Is this what you wanted when you were looking at me like that earlier?”
“Bet you can’t handle much more.”
It’s a power play where he knows exactly which buttons to push.
❥ The pace is rough, fast, and passionate. Thanks to his martial arts training, his body control is incredible... he’s fast and strong, but never reckless. He does like leaving marks; he sees it as a silent way of marking his territory. But if you dont like it, he won’t do it.
❥ His stamina is legendary. He just doesnt get tired. Doggy style is his favorite for dominating you because it gives him the perfect angle to be rough. He loves the view and the ability to apply rhythmic force, using his hands to grip your hair or hold your hips. In this mode, he isn't there to cuddle, he’s there to claim.
𝑶𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒐𝒎-𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌:
How does he make love?
❥ Generally, Beom-seok is very gentle. His way of showing affection is almost painfully shy and needy.
❥ His touch is hesitant at first, as if he’s waiting for you to reject him or for things to turn sour. Once he feels secure, he lets go and caresses you without breaking eye contact. He loves hearing how good he makes you feel.
❥ He whispers things like “Dont leave me” or “You’re the only thing I have,” constantly seeking validation. His kisses are soft, concentrated on your hands or your neck.
❥ Beom-seok is surprisingly good at giving oral. He’s deeply obsessed with your taste. He does it to please you, but also because it makes him feel useful. There’s always a shadow of insecurity, worrying if he’s doing it well enough, but your reactions are usually enough to reassure him.
❥ His favorite position is missionary, but with him clinging to you tightly. He needs the eye contact and the feeling of your weight to convince himself that you’re choosing him.
❥ He’ll rarely grab your neck or hair when making love, those gestures remind him too much of the abuse he’s suffered.
❥ Afterward, he feels safest. He’ll stay wrapped around you in silence, likely hiding his face against your chest with a small smile.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex with Beom-seok doesn't usually stem from healthy passion, but from frustration or jealousy. If he feels sidelined or thinks you’ve paid attention to someone else, he will use sex to reaffirm that you belong to him.
❥ He’s the type to take out his daily pent-up rage on you. In these moments, he can become unrecognizable. He won’t use cruel insults, but he might mock your need for him as a way to project his own insecurities: “You know nobody else is ever going to love you like this, right?”
❥ The rhythm is erratic and a bit clumsy, driven by a mix of desire and anger. He likes leaving marks, especially bites or hickeys in visible places, to "mark his territory." There’s no romance here, it’s a physical manifestation of his anger at the world.
❥ In public, he wont show his jealousy. He’ll be quiet and distant. But in private, he becomes suffocating. Sex becomes a way to punish you for making him feel excluded.
❥ He’s prone to overstimulating you. He enjoys the physical control. He might even ignore your pleas to stop for a second, getting lost in the sensation of power that comes from having you at his mercy.
❥ His stamina is lower when he’s angry. The adrenaline and lack of emotional control mean he burns out faster than usual, leaving him vulnerable and sometimes immediatey regretful after he finishes. He prefers positions where he doesn't have to look you in the eye.
𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒃𝒊𝒏:
How does he make love?
❥ Yeong-bin has a very fragile ego. When he makes love to you, his primary goal is seeking your validation.
❥ His touch is possessive, he loves running his hands down your back and legs to feel like you are his. He’ll whisper things like “No one will ever love you like I do,” projecting his need for control. He actually enjoys it when you challenge him.
❥ His kisses are intense and a bit desperate. He is the kind of idiot who leaves marks on your neck just so everyone knows you were with him.
❥ He likes to finger you at a fast pace, watching your face constantly to ensure he has power over your pleasure. Honestly, he’s not a fan of giving oral and probably isn't good at it. You’d have to beg quite a bit for him to even consider it.
❥ His favorite position is the mating press, with your legs over his shoulders. He craves direct eye contact because he needs to see that he has your undivided attention.
❥ After, he is surprisingly clingy. He seeks refuge in you, snuggling up and letting you stroke his hair. Deep down, he’s terrified of being abandoned or humiliated. Once things calm down, he’ll offer you food or a shower. He hates when you have to leave, so he’ll playfully demand that you stay the night.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex with Yeong-bin happens when he’s had a bad day or feels humiliated by others. He takes it out on you to reclaim the sense of power he lost on the street or at school.
❥ He says very degrading things centered on his authority:
“Who’s in charge here?”
“Look at you, begging for more.”
❥ He’ll mock you if he notices you’re enjoying the roughness, using it to inflate his ego. He prefers you to be submissive in this mode; if you talk back, he’ll only get angrier.
❥ The pace is unpredictable. At first, he’ll go slow just to make you wait. Then he’ll become rough and erratic. It’s a pure display of force. He loves leaving bite marks or finger bruises... to him, they’re trophies of his dominance.
❥ When he’s jealous, he’s the type to wrap an arm around your neck in a suffocating way to mark his territory in front of others. In private, that jealousy translates to extremely possessive sex. He enjoys pushing you to your limit and then stopping just to watch you beg.
𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐-𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈:
How does he make love?
❥ It doesn’t happen often, but when he lets his guard down, Woo-young treats you like his only safe haven. His touch is firm, and his hands, usually balled into fists, open up to trace your jawline with agonizing slowness.
❥ He’ll tell you things like “Stay like this,” or “Just look at me.” It’s possessive, but in a soft way. His kisses are deep, like he’s finally catching his breath.
❥ He is fairly neutral about giving oral, but since you told him you like it, he’s determined to be the best at it. Plus, he’s realized it’s a great way to relax you so you can take him more easily later.
❥ He’ll masturbate you with a steady rhythm, watching your face to see exactly what makes you lose it. He’ll start with one finger and slowly add more, testing how much you can take.
❥ He likes any position that allows for maximum body contact. He loves missionary for the control, spooning so he can whisper in your ear, and he loves it when you mount him so he can hold you. He just needs to confirm your attention is 100% on him.
❥ While he’s inside you, he’ll interlock his fingers with yours against the pillow or hold your face. He never lets go. He loves telling you how much he likes you, but in a rougher way:
“You’re incredible.”
“Look at what you’re like for me.”
❥ Aftercare wasn't a thing for him until he met you. Now, he finds it vital, though he’d never admit it. He feels vulnerable after making love, so he’ll bury his face in your neck for minutes at a time.
On the other hand… how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex usually stems from frustration. Woo-young has a serious problem with losing. If he’s had a bad day or felt inferior, he’ll use that fire in bed to feel powerful again.
❥ In this mode, he is a natural teaser. He’ll ask if you can keep up with his pace or if you’re ready to give up yet. He’ll tease you about your moans:
“Is that all you can handle?”
“Are you going to come that fast?”
❥ It’s not cruel, just a playful superiority that drives you crazy. The rhythm is rough and passionate, almost like he’s sparring with you.
❥ He’s fascinated by leaving marks. Bite marks on your collarbones or finger marks on your hips so that, the next day, you remember exactly who you belong to.
❥ When he’s jealous, his silent and dangerous vibe doesn't change... it just intensifies in the bedroom. He becomes much more vocal about the fact that you are his.
❥ He loves making you beg for an orgasm and will demand that you do so, threatening to pull out and leave you hanging. He’s never actually done it, but you’re not about to test him.
❥ His stamina actually increases when he’s rough. He can go for several rounds without losing intensity.
❥ When he’s in this mood, he wants you on your knees. He’ll use one hand to grip your hair and guide you. It gives him total control over your body. He’ll tilt your head back to make you look at him, relishing the sight of your flushed face and arched back, knowing he’s the one who put you there.
𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑯𝒖-𝒎𝒊𝒏:
How does he make love?
❥ Baku is all pure love and warmth. With you, he’s incredibly careful, as if he’s terrified of breaking you with his large hands. His caresses are slow and steady; he loves tracing the line of your shoulders and back.
❥ He’ll whisper how much he adores you and how lucky he feels to have you. His kisses are deep, but he loves peppering your forehead and the tip of your nose with them between soft chuckles.
❥ He loves giving oral. It’s in his nature to be service-oriented with the people he loves. He’ll stop every now and then just to look you in the eyes and make sure you’re okay. To him, prepping you properly is an extension of taking care of you, but he ends up enjoying it as much as you do because seeing your pleasure is his greatest reward.
❥ He doesn't have a favorite position, anything where he can face you works. He craves eye contact and constant physical proximity.
❥ He loves the feeling of your breath against his neck... it always makes him smile. He’ll use his hands to cup your cheeks and tuck your hair behind your ears with a tenderness he shows no one else.
❥ He says sweet, slightly clumsy things like, "You're so amazing," or "I can't believe you're actually here with me." He’s very vocal about how much he admires you.
❥ During aftercare, he’ll carry you to the bathroom, help you clean up, and then wrap his arms around you like a human shield. He’ll likely order takeout, and you’ll fall asleep cuddled up while binge-watching a series.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ When it happens, it’s never out of malice. Baku is deeply compassionate and would never take out external frustrations on you.
❥ Rough sex usually happens when he’s afraid of losing you... maybe after a heavy fight or when he sees that look of mixed anger and pity on your face after he’s been hurt in a brawl. It’s a release of raw, passionate energy.
❥ He’s not the type to degrade you, even then, but he will tease you about how much you tremble under him or how your eyes roll back. "Look at you... did you really need me that badly?" he’d murmur with an arrogant but lustful smirk.
❥ The pace is rough, passionate and powerful. However, there’s always a hint of romance in the way he seeks you out for a kiss in the middle of the chaos.
❥ And yes, he absolutely loves leaving marks all over your body. Baku is territorial but not toxic. In intimacy, he becomes much more dominant and possessive, claiming every inch of your skin to remind you who you belong to.
❥ He has incredible stamina and uses it to overstimulate you, he wants to see how much you’ll beg. But if he senses you’re actually in pain or truly distressed, his protective instinct kicks in immediately, and he’ll stop to comfort you.
❥ His favorite position for going rough is prone bone. He loves heavy body contact, pinning you down and taking you from behind. He’ll use his free hands to cup a breast or tilt your jaw back to force you to look at him.
𝑮𝒐 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏-𝒕𝒂𝒌:
How does he make love?
❥ Gotak is a ball of energy in daily life, but in bed, he’s surprisingly attentive. His absolute priority is making sure you feel cared for. His touch is warm and heavy with affection. He’ll whisper things like: "You're safe with me," or "You're the best thing I've got."
❥ His kisses are slow and deep, always lingering on your forehead or neck.
❥ He touches you with a playful curiosity, watching every reaction to learn exactly what makes you tick. He’s incredibly proud of his oral skills. If you finish just from his tongue, his ego hits the roof, and he’ll give you the most radiant smile in the world.
❥ He loves it when you mount him. First, because he needs to see you... Gotak is all about that visual connection. He also loves the skin-to-skin contact. Finally, he likes giving you control at the start, only to take it back once you’re tired.
❥ Afterward, you both usually pass out instantly from exhaustion. Aftercare for him is simply tangled limbs and deep sleep.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ This happens fairly often, mostly because Gotak has a short fuse and you often offer to let him "take it out on you." He hates that phrase, but he loves what it leads to: hours of intense sex.
❥ He isn't the type to use cruel degradation, but he’ll talk back: "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" or "I bet you can't handle much more than this."
❥ Gotak has incredible tenacity, so the rhythm will be fast and unrelenting. He loves leaving marks, though he keeps them in places only the two of you can see.
❥ If he’s jealous, he gets very physical and much more possessive. He’ll claim you with a force that ensures the other person’s name is the last thing on your mind.
❥ Overstimulating you isn't always intentional, it’s often just a byproduct of how long it takes him to reach his own peak. You’ll be going until your legs give out and he’s still not tired.
❥ His favorite position for rough sex is from behind... whether it’s against a wall, over his desk or on all fours. He just loves the sight and feel of his body slamming against yours. He’ll grab your hair to pull your head back for a rough kiss or grip your hips so you can’t escape his pace.
𝑮𝒆𝒖𝒎 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒋𝒆:
How does he make love?
❥ Just because he’s being "gentle" doesn't mean he’s going to be soft. It just means he takes his time to analyze your reactions. He studies your body and uses that knowledge to make you lose your mind.
❥ His touch is slow and provocative. During foreplay, he simply cannot keep his hands still. He’s not one for traditional sweet talk; instead, he’ll whisper how much he loves being the only one who gets to see you like this.
❥ His kisses are deep and possessive, mostly concentrated on your neck and jawline... marking his territory while enjoying the skin-to-skin contact.
❥ When he touches you, it’s with a torturous calm. He can spend minutes just teasing you, watching every reaction. He’ll often demand you say things like, "I'm yours."
❥ I don't think he’s naturally a fan of giving oral, but he’d give in without hesitation if you asked. You’ll have to teach him exactly what you like, and luckily, he’s a fast learner. His favorite part? Hearing you beg for more and watching his glasses fog up.
❥ His favorite position is having you on top. After the oral, he’ll let out a tired sigh and sit back against the headboard. He loves the visual of your chest against his face. He’ll smirk like an idiot when you take his face in your hands and smother him.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex is more frequent and usually follows a fight. It’s not about hate, but he needs to release that savage intensity to feel alive.
❥ His words get sharp. He’ll tease you and can be slightly degrading in a playful way that baits you into challenging him. If you push back in a way he doesn't like, though, he gets genuinely riled up.
❥ The pace is fast, passionate, and absolutely draining. He alternates between violent thrusts and a torturous slowness. He loves edging you just to see how much you can take before you break and beg to come.
❥ He loves leaving evidence: bite marks on your shoulders and finger-shaped bruises on your thighs that last for days.
❥ If he’s jealous in public, he’s cold and dismissive, keeping a heavy hand on your waist to mark his territory. In private, that coldness vanishes and turns into hours of sex that leave you on the verge of tears, ignoring your pleas to stop just so he can push you through one climax after another.
❥ He has superhuman stamina. He doesn't tire... in fact, the more you struggle, the more energy he seems to get. His favorite position is doggy style, but he’ll pin your hips down to keep you as flat as possible against the bed. He’ll grab your hair to force you to look back at him or grip your neck to remind you who’s in control.
𝑵𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒆𝒌-𝒋𝒊𝒏:
How does he make love?
❥ When Baek-jin decides to be gentle, his usual coldness shifts into a meticulous focus on every inch of your skin. His touch isn't random, his long fingers glide over your collarbones and thighs as if he’s memorizing your anatomy.
❥ He leaves lingering kisses on the curve of your neck while whispering how perfect you are for him.
❥ He finds a quiet satisfaction in making you lose your composure. He takes all the time in the world with oral and manual play, ensuring you’re more than ready for him.
❥ Missionary is his favorite, but he’ll always ask you to wrap your legs around his waist to pull you closer. He insists on uninterrupted eye contact. While he thrusts rhythmically and deep, he will interlace his fingers with yours or cradle your face, forcing you to look at him as he confirms you are his.
❥ Words are scarce but heavy with meaning. He’ll praise your body’s response in a low, raspy tone, telling you how much he loves how receptive you are only for him.
❥ Aftercare is an extension of his need for order and protection. He’ll wrap you in the sheets or carry you to the bath with a delicacy that contrasts sharply with his public persona.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex isn't a daily occurrence, he usually vents his frustrations elsewhere. But if someone has tried to get too close to you, the "inevitable" is coming. He won't make a scene in public... he will just watch you with a glacial intensity that warns you the real conversation will happen behind closed doors.
❥ His rhythm is slow and punishing, a way to remind you who has absolute authority in the relationship. He uses his stamina to keep you on the edge, ignoring your pleas for him to go faster.
❥ He enjoys how your body shakes under his. He’s an expert at orgasm control, stopping the moment you’re about to peak just to watch your face contort in frustration. He’ll keep you in that state of absolute need until he decides you’ve learned your lesson.
❥ He prefers doggy style or any position where he can pin you down firmly. He loves the sight of your arched back and your hands immobilized against the mattress, using his strength to set a rough, breathless pace.
𝑩𝒂𝒆𝒌 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒉𝒂:
How does he make love?
❥ When he’s gentle, his mocking attitude turns into hypnotic focus. He treats you with unexpected delicacy, tracing your skin with his fingertips. His words are slow, whispered promises about how much you belong to him.
❥ His kisses are deep and show a devotion he’d never reveal in public. He’ll focus on the corners of your mouth and the arch of your neck, wanting to show you he only has eyes for you.
❥ Foreplay is essential. He enjoys the patience of prepping you, watching your face with that signature smirk, though this time it’s softened with genuine affection. He loves the power he has over your pleasure.
❥ Missionary is his favorite because of the eye contact and the ability to pin your hands above your head. He loves feeling your heartbeat against his and having one hand free to caress your cheek while telling you how beautiful you look when you're about to come.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
❥ Rough sex with him is intense. Forget any trace of tenderness. It usually happens because of accumulated tension or a spike in jealousy. He needs to re-establish his possession over you in a physical, overwhelming way.
❥ His language turns much cruder. He’ll mock how much you love the roughness and use degrading talk, calling you his "slut" or reminding you that no one else knows you like he does. He loves seeing you lose control and uses it to tease you further.
❥ The pace is relentless, it feels like he’s hammering you into the mattress. The only "romance" you’ll get is a bite on the shoulder or marks hidden where only the two of you know they exist.
❥ He is toxic to the point of getting into physical altercations with anyone who flirts with you. In private, that energy means the control is entirely his. He’ll overstimulate you until you’re begging for him to stop.
❥ Since he’s used to fighting and staying on his feet, he can go for hours without flagging. His favorite positions are doggy style or against a wall, where he can see your whole body and keep a firm grip on your hair or neck.
── .✦ pairings: Yeon Sieun. Ahn Suho. Oh Beomseok. Park Humin. Go Hyuntak. Kang Wooyoung. Geum Seongje. Na Baekjin. Baek Dongha. Do Seongmok. Jeon Yeongbin. Yeongi x gn!reader
contains. fluff. whc characters showing possessiveness when they get jealous. rude!Gotak. everyone else is sweet (I have one sided beef with him for a while — idk why) wuhluhwuh
warnings. none wc. 1.9k
note. we are back on track. thanks to everyone for 1.5k!! let’s see if I still got it
YEON SIEUN
likes having you sit on his desk when you’re talking to someone
“You totally did cheat, though.”, you half-heartedly accused your class-mate, a little envious to see him achieve a higher grade than you.
He just shook his head as he explained to you one more time how hard he’d been studying.
Sieun was characteristically quiet behind you, just the faint shuffle of papers gaining your attention. You whirled around to see the space he’s made for you by swiping all his workbooks to the side so you could sit.
You pointed him a look but he kept his head down. With a light chuckle, you planted your palms on the wood and heaved yourself up to sit, legs bouncing in the air. “It makes sense that Sieun gets better grades cause he’s smarter than all of us together, but you on the other hand..”, you trailed, glimpsing at your boyfriend to see a subtle lift in the corner of his lips as he continued rehearsing his vocabulary.
AHN SUHO
arm around your shoulder
You were casually chatting up a guy from your class, asking him for details about his sneakers because Suho’s birthday was coming up and you thought that the shoes would be a nice fit on him.
“It’d be cool if you could just send me the link.”, you suggested, jumping as a heavy arm ranked around your shoulders.
“What are we talking about?” Your boyfriend’s voice sounded casual, yet his demeanour was everything but, the act itself an obvious display of belonging. “Nothing.”, you just quipped, motioning with your head for the classmate to dip.
He obliged, muttering a quick goodbye, and instantly Suho’s grip around you loosened, the tick in his jaw still very evident to you.
OH BEOMSEOK
holds your hand, fidgets with your ring
Your head rested casually on Beomseok’s shoulder, eyes fixed on Yeongbin, half listening to a story you’ve heard before. His gaze kept snapping towards you while he was talking, adding substitute to the tale, hands motioning.
Beomseok was following his friend’s eyes, the hint of a glare sparkling in his own as he dropped his hand to lie next to yours, casually grabbing it before interlacing his fingers with yours. „You okay?“, you asked him in a whisper, but he just hummed.
A light tickle against your middle finger had you glimpse down, a smile tugging on your lips as you watched him roll your ring between his fingers.
PARK HUMIN (BAKU)
back hug
The evening had just set, light gusts of wind tugging on your clothes as you threw another ball, biting your lip in concentration. You held your breath as the basketball bounced against the basket’s board, swirling one round against the rim before dipping right in, the net carefully guiding the rubber ball back to the ground.
A cheer erupted from around you, your friends impressed by your first score. You jumped in excitement. Gotak was the first to close the distance, giving you a high five as he grinned down on you.
Baku, on the other hand, engulfed you in a hug, both arms draped around your front as he pressed your back into his chest.
Your heart skipped a beat at that, the embrace pushing the air out your lungs.
GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)
drapes his jacket around your shoulders
You checked your phone for a new message, but there was still none from your boyfriend. You sighed, leaning back on your chair.
The sun had dipped low but the heat still radiated off it, gleamy rays of light swathing you in. You had agreed to meet up at this convenience store but it looked like Gotak was running late, so you rose from the chair and padded back into the store.
When Gotak had finally arrived, seemingly a little out of breath — hinting that he had run to get there faster, you were too indulged in your conversation with the clerk to notice his arrival. And you were laughing.
Gotak stepped up to you with his jaw clenched, startling you as he tossed his jacket over your shoulders. Your head snapped back to him at once, smile faltering as you took in his expression.
“I’m not exactly cold.”, you let him know, tugging on the polyester as you tried to pull it off, but Gotak wasn’t having that, pulling it tighter around your body as he placed a hand on your lower back.
“I didn’t exactly ask.”
KANG WOOYOUNG
got you a necklace with his initials on it
Wooyoung‘s gaze was burning holes into your skin, but you refused to look over to him, a smile tugging on your lips.
The guy in front of you was on an even level with you since you were sitting on the kitchen table, originally waiting for your friend to return from the bathroom, so your group could head to the club (cause house parties are just pre-game).
It took less than two minutes for a guy to approach but less than one for your boyfriend to come up. The guy in front of you startled as Wooyoung had appeared, yet he refused to leave.
The skin on your neck tingled where his fingers brushed your hair to the side, the fluoroscent light catching the metal acronym in a gleamy glow. KW.
The other guy‘s expression dropped as he put two and two together, spinning on his heels to approach someone else.
„You‘re so lame.“, you cooed, affection laced in every word.
GEUM SEONGJE
pulls you to sit on his lap
Ever since Seongje had lent you his Wii-U, he hadn’t seen the device anywhere besides your hands.
You couldn’t help it, the games were too good and the endless opportunities to play a 1v1 was just appealing to your competetive spirit.
You were enthralled in your game and Seongje barely paid attention to you, just pointing you a quick glance as he saw you standing right before the seat instead of just sitting down. (It was getting too heated — you had to stand to win).
As you let out a laugh, throwing your head back slightly, you re-gained his attention. He ripped his headphones down to his neck as he inspected your screen. He had assumed your airpods were due to listening to the soundtrack, not for chatting.
“Who-“, he cut himself — you couldn’t hear him either way.
He huffed, wrapping both hands around your hips to pull you down on his lap. You barely reacted, eyes locked on the tiny screen. He wrapped his hands around you and brought his ear next to you, trying to filter out a voice from the spill of soundtrack spilling out the buds. He couldn’t really make out any voices, except-. There. A laugh. Rich and loud. That one friend of yours.
He clicked his tongue, leaning back in his seat before returning his attention back on the game he forgot to pause.
NA BAEKJIN
death stare at whoever you’re talking with + physical barrier
You were scrolling Tiktok on Baekjin’s couch, casually sprawled onto the leather as you swiped to the next video, unwitting to the volume that was pulsing out of the speaker.
Baekjin fixed you with a stare, but merely shook his head as you kept scrolling, oblivious. Then the door snapped open and a few guys you couldn’t place spilled inside. Like it was your cue, you rose from your position and padded over to your boyfriend, putting your body behind his chair like it was shielding you from the encounter.
Whatever the guys wanted, was a matter of a few minutes and as soon as they left, you tucked your chin on Baekjin’s shoulder, placing a quick peck on the side of his face.
Back in the days he would jut his chin towards you or wave you over but over the time you had learned to distance yourself from anyone who came through that door.
With a stretch of your limbs you rose back up, heading for your usual spot, but your boyfriend grabbed your wrist to halt you in your step.
“Lower the volume.”
BAEK DONGHA
hand on your waist
There was a new food truck in your city, offering stuff you hadn’t seen outside your phone before, so naturally you had to try.
Dongha was on the phone beside you, discussing some union-related business, as it was your turn. You stepped up, placing your order and when you looked up and met a familiar face, you laughed. The vendor was a classmate of yours.
Dongha’s head whirled towards you, eyebrows knitted as his gaze darted from you to the uniformed guy.
Without further ado, he ranked one arm around you, hand digging into your hip as he continued the phone call, smiling proudly hence you didn’t even react to the possessive act.
DO SEONGMOK
hand in your front pocket
“He’ll be here any minute.”, you assured your boyfriend, earning a silent nod. Just as you lowered your arm, your phone’s screen lit up with a new notification.
“He’s here.” Your eyes were scanning the place, craning your neck to look past people, hoping to catch a glimpse of your friend.
A tap on your shoulder had you whirl into the opposite direction, lips split into a smile as you recognised the familiar face. He held his notebook to you with his arm stretched, but your fingers merely graced the paperback before a big hand slipped into the front pocket of your jeans.
Seongmok pulled you back against his chest with a light grab on your thigh, his fingers raising goosebumps across the same path as the cold seeped through the thin layer of cotton that seperated the denim from your skin.
He used his free hand to grab the notebook off your friend, nodding once as he held it to your chest for you to grab.
JEON YEONGBIN
head on your lap
Yeongbin was half asleep when you stumbled into your own room, doing a double take as you caught him sprawled on your sheets, face buried in your pillow.
„I can‘t give you attention, right now.“, you sneered. „I have a group project.“ Yeongbin groaned at that, lifting his head just enough to look at you.
„Invite them over.“
You didn‘t really see any reason as to not do it, preferring your home to any cafe.
Your project partners arrived shortly after and you immediately got to work. Yeongbin causally greeted the people he knew from shared classes or the hallway, but found himself irritated every time someone hogged your attention. In his mind they were feigning needing something.
You were sitting cross legged on your bed while the rest of the group had occupied a spot on your carpet, only one of them bold enough to sit in your chair, spinning around every once in a while.
Yeongbin was laying behind you, casually coming up behind you until he could nestle on your side, dipping his head to rest it on your thigh. Your hand found his hair immediately, fingers intertwined in his hair as you started to caress his scalp.
This way you wouldn’t stand up again.
YEONGI
making you crowd her space
You were sitting on your desk, casually chatting up a classmate when Yeongi returned from the bathroom. Her eyes narrowed immediately at the sight of you talking to someone else than her.
She stalked over to you in a few strides, coming to a halt right before you, but as your friend glanced at her in a confused matter, you kept taking, wrapping you legs around her torso as you pulled her back against your chest, tucking your chin on her shoulder.
The bell announced the end of the break and you all moved from your clusters to get back at your assigned seats. As you loosened your grip on your girlfriend, she turned to you with a scowl.
“Don’t talk to other people.”
“Leave me alone.”, you pressed through a chuckle, lightly kicking at her before sliding down the desk and heading for your chair.
“i’m gonna tear into your soul” - weak hero class NSFW (scenarios)
warnings: MDNI, ADULT characters, fem reader, swearing, fingering, overstimulation, cowgirl, thigh riding, cunnilingus, edging, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, gagging, rough sex, backshots, spanking, sadism, masochism, creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex, p in v, pet names (slut, baby)
a/n: i hope you guys enjoy???? 😳 characters: sieun, suho, gotak, baku, juntae, seongje, baekjin
SIEUN - fingering
sieun had your body studied down to the very bones. he spent hours with his fingers between your thighs to memorize all the spots that made your toes curl. comically enough, sieun somehow always managed to keep his composure. calm, collected, cool, lidded-eyes trailing down all your sensitive parts until you shivered in embarrassment all while shoving his fingers deep in a cruel pace. a stark contrast to his gentle demeanor.
in a way, it felt as if he were teasing you with his watchful eyes. taunting you. making you run from it.
two of his fingers curled upwards, prodding at your sweet spot in an agonizingly slow rhythm, as if he were beckoning you to come. which you were— in another way. you were quite literally about to come as he massaged your thighs with one hand while the other was knuckles deep in your soaking wet pussy.
a broken cry left your lips, “sieun! right there!”
“here?” he asked, pumping right into the place that had you clenching your thighs with his hands between them.
“mhm!” you nodded shakily, grinding up into his hands.
your clit rubbed right against the heel of his palm causing your hips to jolt and jerk from the stimulation. electricity shot through your body with each calculated pump. you were close. so close. eyes falling shut, you gripped onto the bed sheets, throwing your head back in a raw sob, wracking your vocal cords.
your orgasm struck you like lightning, sending waves down your spine. goosebumps shot through your skin, feeling an odd cooling sensation run down your skin. sieun, however, did not stop his fingers from moving in and out of your slicky cunt, relishing in the vulgar wet sounds coming from between your legs. a slight, unnoticeable smirk creased his face as he studied your every move. observing the way you gasped every time his fingers slightly pulled out and the way your back arched against his hands when he pushed it back in with force, hitting just the right spot.
“s-sieun— no more—!” you cried out in a pathetic attempt to stop him.
“just one more.” he uttered, ignoring the way you tried to smack his arm away.
his fingers were sticky, beginning to prune from being dug into you for hours on end. you wondered how much longer you could last, it felt as if you had nothing left to give. body growing slack and shaking from overstimulation.
a light slap to your clitoris made you squeal, jerking your hips down to run away from sieun’s fingers. he worked mercilessly, waiting for you to break and shatter under his hold. he slapped again, sending more shockwaves throughout your core.
your eyes fluttered shut, the overwhelming stimulation rolling in your stomach. you were gonna come. again.
“i-i’m gonna come…” you whined, warning sieun who seemed pleased with your response.
“then come.” he breathed out, sultry eyes watching your body stutter with each thorough pump.
and you came. hard.
you cried out, not caring that your neighbors could probably hear you and know exactly what was going on behind the walls but you couldn’t care less. a burning sensation coursed through your muscles, tugging at you from over exertion and pleasure. throat sore from screaming out sieun’s name.
as sieun pulled away, he watched you tremble, lips quivering. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. a reward for behaving and taking it so well.
“you did good,” he said, shoving his arousal-slicked fingers into your mouth, “taste yourself.”
“hmfff—“ you gagged around his fingers, tasting yourself.
tongue pushing against his sticky fingers.
“good girl.”
SUHO - cowgirl
there was a primal urge that possessed suho every time you climbed on top of him. his chest heaved up and down as you straddled his lap. you’ve done this many times, it almost felt routine. but for suho, each time felt like the first. a sort of excitement that never wore out no matter how many times you did it. he could never get enough of watching you hovering over him with your sly eyes, brows knitting in concentration.
suho thinks you look the most beautiful like this.
you swallowed, lining up his rock-hard cock to your entrance. the tremble in your hands didn’t go unnoticed by suho as he grabbed you by the hips, rubbing smooth circles to relax your nerves. it always worked.
“you got this, baby.” he cooed, impatience gnawing in his voice.
and once you’ve sunk yourself in, the feel of his length caused you to yelp. with his hands still on your hips, you slowly, steadily, began bouncing up and down on his shaft. your walls squeezed in on him greedily.
suho’s head fell back against the headboard of your shared bed. my wife’s so perfect he thought to himself, tightening his hold on you. moans left through your lips at the way his cock curved right up into your sweet spot, tip slamming into it over and over until you began to writhe. a low groan rumbled from suho, his mouth parted open as labored breathes filled the room. he helped you bounce up and down on him, thrusting his hips up tirelessly.
“s-suho!” you cried, smacking him on the chest.
“you like that, don’t you?” he smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass in this hands, squeezing on it as hard as he could.
“y-yeah.” you nodded frantically, picking up your pace.
“such a good girl,” he praised, moving a strand of you hair to tuck it behind your ear.
he pistoned upwards into you, working his own hips. taking a short glance up, he practically came right on the spot seeing the dazed look in your eyes as you rode him. he pulled you closer to him, kissing the crook of your neck hard enough to leave colored spots all over it. you whined, when he grabbed your ass to guide you up and down on him.
“oh, baby,” he breathed, “you’re clenching so hard i might just come.”
“d-do it.” you dared, losing your ability to form a coherent sentence.
he obliged, throwing his head back with a grumble, cock twitching inside your plush walls as he released his load inside of you.
“fuck—“ he gasped, “you’re so fucking good to me.”
he didn’t let himself relax and fall back after his orgasm, no. he continued to work his hips along with yours, grinding at the perfect angle until you began to dig your nails into him, an indicator that you were soon to break.
“suho—“ you stuttered, trying to grasp onto anything as the overwhelming pleasure traveled through your core, bubbling low in your stomach.
“shh, now it’s your turn.” he encouraged, plopping you upwards then downwards.
then you came with a cry. his favorite sound. a sound that he could hear forever and never get tired off.
your cunt twitched, milking his cock as he helped you ride out your high.
“atta girl.” he tapped your cheek, helping you fall onto your back next to him in the bed with a tired sigh, “you ready for round two? this time i’ll do all the work.”
“do you ever run out of stamina, suho?” you answered, feeling sleep weigh on your eyelids but the desire for him much stronger.
“nah.”
GOTAK - eating you out
gotak could get off just from being buried between your thighs for hours on end. he isn’t even stroking himself or anything, he’s simply working on pleasing you and somehow, for him, that’s enough. he loved every second that was spent working his tongue between your folds. feeling experimental, he tried everything, zizag motion, small circles, big circles, vacuum. name it.
your fingers combed through his raven hair, tugging at the roots with a desperation that screamed for more “gotak, i’m close.”
“hmff,” he latched his mouth away from your pussy to look up at you, “hold it in a little longer.”
with that, his mouth was back on your cunt, tongue swirling everywhere. cat-licking on your clit, causing you to jolt up into his mouth. a hum of satisfaction came from the man below you as he used his tongue to spell out his name on your clit.
G; you spasmed. O; his spit trickled down your center. T; his tongue lapped right where it made you see stars. A; your back arched off the bed. K; you cried out.
“i can’t hold it in anymore!” you panted, feeling as if there was ice cold water being poured all over you, “i’m gonna come!”
he gripped your thighs, ignoring your words, digging his tongue in all the sensitive places. each time you tried to run away from it, he pulled you back, teasing you until you cried and gave in to him.
“what did i tell you?” he spoke to your pussy, “i told you to be patient, didn’t i?”
“but—“ you wanted to just close your eyes and cum but gotak would stop each time you were close, edging you until you were shaking from frustration and need all at once.
it was sickening.
“tsk, no buts,” his voice vibrated through your cunt, “if you behave, i’ll let you come.”
“gotak!” you cried in protest when his lips were back to sucking and nibbling on your sensitive part.
you knew once he glared at you through his lashes that this would last forever if you didn’t oblige, so you laid there and took it obediently.
BAKU - thigh riding
“humin—“ you whined, rutting into his thigh.
“you can do it…” he assured, one hand playing with your tits while the other caressed the side of your face.
you were fully clothed, dressed in shorts and a t shirt yet, the lewd movements you were making on humin made you feel bare. naked and watched. he positioned you on his upper thigh, where it was the easiest for you to rub and grind your clit.
your hips moved languidly against him, feeling the desperate pressure building up. the layers of clothing held a barrier of sort, making you feel frustrated and aroused at the same time. you wondered what fucked up part of your brain made you enjoy this agonizing moment. feeling like a rabid animal in heat as you desperately fought for release. all humin did was bounce his legs, prodding at your clothed cunt until you were jutting down on him with desperate whimpers. begging for him to do something. anything.
usually humin would. he was a giver. he loved to give. especially to you. but seeing the neediness in your every move, you had awoken something in him. uh oh.
“humin, please,” you begged, not sure what for.
“hmm, you’re almost there, though,” he looked down, noticing the wet spot on his grey sweat pants from you, “keep going, i’ll help you if you can make yourself come doing this first.”
“you’re so mean!” tears pricked your vision, feeling small under his gaze.
“sorry, baby, but you just look so cute.” he smiled, kissing you on the cheek, “you make it hard.”
in fact, you did make it hard— his cock hard.
you groaned, rubbing yourself on him greedily until you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. one that made your eyes glue shut in concentration. you moaned, picking up the pace on his thighs. suddenly— your eyes flew open when humin began bouncing his thigh in a faster pace, making your sensitive clit twitch in your panties. soon, you’d fall off if you didn’t grip on him so you did, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. it felt intimate as you held onto him for leverage.
pride filled up humin as his girl held onto him for dear life. climax nearing with every bounce and grind. then it finally came, the result of your hard work. your orgasm. it shuddered through your spine, exploding in your stomach. you gasped into humin’s neck, getting overwhelmed by the pleasure and his scent—all of it tangled together arousing you farther. the wetness in your panties felt sticky and lewd.
humin pulled away with an astonished look, “damn, that really got you off, babe.”
“shut up. you didn’t even help!” you whined, wiping away the stray tears from the corners of your eyes.
“i so did,” he defended, eyes warming from seeing you look exhausted, “how bout’ i make it up to you?”
“by doing what?” you asked.
he lifted you up and gently threw you onto the bed. you squeaked in surprise, giggling from the ticklish feeling of his fingers creeping up your thighs.
“by doing this.” he answered, greedily ripping your shorts and panties off.
JUNTAE - getting a handjob
it was always easy to get juntae all vulnerable like this. with your hands stroking his shaft, each pump causing him to stutter and cling to you. his eyes were rounded, glazed with tears from the sheer pressure. you had been at this for a while now, overstimulating juntae until he cried for you to stop. he knew, though, that he wanted more.
your hands moved up and down his length, wet from your spit lubricant. he was staring up at you. the only sounds coming from his mouth was gasps and whimpers.
“i-i’m gonna—“ he gasped at the sudden pick up of speed on his twitching cock.
“go on, finish your sentence.” your provocative eyes bore down on him, making him shrink smaller under your glare.
“gonna c-come!” he barely managed to get his words out, pathetically bucking into your fist to chase his release.
“cute.” you giggled, watching his red-faced expression.
he hastily thrusted into your hand, desperation causing him to spiral. your movements slowed every time he was close. teasing him.
frustration kicked him in the stomach but there was no escape from you. you’d drag him back and stroke him until all he could see was white and run out of words to speak. he stilled himself, hoping you’d go faster again.
once you did, he groaned. his face contorted in pleasure as you smirked down and jacked him off as rough as you could. juntae’s hands shot up to cling onto you as you fist-fucked his poor dick.
twitch
you smirked as white beads of cum erupted from his tip, leaking all over his sensitive cock.
“aw baby, you’re so cute.” you teased, thumbing his wet tip until he shuddered and twitched.
SEONGJE - blowjob
seongje is evil. pure evil.
he had you on your back, on the edge of the bed with your head tilted back at an uncomfortable angle, making it near impossible for you to breathe. regardless of that, he forced your mouth open, pushing the head of his cock past your lips with a low groan.
“that’s it.” he said, voice shaking from the wet and warm feeling of your mouth taking in his cock so obediently.
every movement he made had an intention, thrusting leisurely into your throat like it was his personal glory hole.
“you’re taking it like such a good slut.” he grinned, sly eyes observing the way you struggled to take his entire cock.
you gagged feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. a tear slipped from your eyes as you tried your best not to pass out. his balls tickling the tip of your nose.
arousal spilled between your thighs tasting him.
seongje chuckled as if he could tell you were wet and completely turned on getting used up like this.
“you like that, huh?” he asked, voice teasing and labored.
he threw his head back with a grin, throat bobbing as seongje swallowed hard. you wrapped and swirled your tongue around his cock, sucking on the tip. a guttural groan vibrated from his chest, shaking your core. you snapped your thighs together, turned on out of your mind.
seongje held your head in place with both hands against the edge of the bed so that you didn’t slip off, still pistoning his cock in your mouth mercilessly. you lolled— or at least tried to loll your tongue around his tip like a lollipop. pulling away with a ‘pop’ while seductively looking up at him.
like a hungry wolf, seongje snarled, teeth out and all, staring hungrily down at his helpless prey.
“fuck, sweetheart…” he watched the way his cock disappeared in and out of your pretty and swollen lips, “you’re so fucking hot.”
“hngfff—“ you choked, air scarce in your lungs from seongje’s animalistic thrusts.
your head hung loose. you felt like a toy. seongje’s toy. there wasn’t much for you to complain, though. this was exactly where you wanted to be.
“keep looking at me with those pretty eyes,” he panted, pleasure shooting through his veins.
he closed his eyes with a sigh of satisfaction, head thrown back as if he were taking in victory. seongje was close, he could cum any second especially when you looked up at him through you tear-lined lashes.
his eyes twitched, desire controlling his movements.
“shit—“ he chuckled breathlessly, taking hold of your head to slightly position it upwards.
you sobbed into his cock in response, unable to feel or see anything. either way, you worked your used-up mouth, pushing seongje to the very edge. he gasped, twitching embarrassingly.
a menacing laugh rumbled from within seongje’s chest as he watched you lose your mind. pathetically taking his length until it reached into the deepest part of your throat, making you choke and gag.
grinning like the sadist that he was, seongje fell silent, shuddering as he came all over your face. hot, white liquid painting your pretty face like a marking. you were his toy to play with. his to use.
you licked the stray droplets around your mouth like a thirsty cat, eyes glued on seongje. he watched you like a hawk, eyes wide like a maniac. he took his finger, gathering all the remaining cum from your chin to shove it into your mouth.
you whined, sucking his fingers with a hum. lashes fluttering like butterflies.
“you were made for me.” he whispered, lifting you up from the bed into his arms, “every part of you was made for me. only me. do you understand?”
“y-yes,” you nodded up at him, still recovering from the aftermath of getting whiplashed by his cock.
“good.” he said, a rare tender side of him emerging as he kissed your forehead while sitting you down on the bed.
your head throbbed, neck sore, and your lips puffy and wet with spit and seongje’s cum, yet, you enjoyed every second of suffering and pleasure.
BAEKJIN - backshots & spanking
slap slap slap
it was one of those days where baekjin came home agitated and moody. stressed from dealing with the union. the irritation tightened his stiff shoulders.
when he walked through the front steps of your shared-home, not giving you a second to even greet him. he shoved you against a wall, devouring you kiss after kiss, all teeth and tongue. his tongue latched onto your neck, leaving dark spots everywhere.
with hurried steps, he carried you to your bedroom with an urgency that screamed— demanded now!
frustration soaked every thrust into your gushing cunt. all you could do was shut up and take it. bent over with your ass up in the air. your back arched against baekjin’s hips as he pummeled into your sorry hole. muffled cries erupted from your lips, tears soaking the pillow.
baekjin shoved your face against the pillow. you couldn’t breathe nor make sense of anything other than the feel of baekjin’s tip punching your g-spot until all you could think about was him and his cock. in the mixture of pleasure and desire, he threw in harsh slaps to your ass.
over and over.
“b-baekjin— slow down,” you choked out, tears streaking your face that was mushed up into the pillow.
“can’t handle this?” you knew from his taunting voice that he raised a brow in amusement.
“p-please?” a sob broke out from your throat as you clawed the bedsheet for support.
spank
a harsh slap to your ass caused you to lift your head up and moan. the sharp pain stinging your raw skin. it all felt so wild and rough.
“keep begging and i just might,” he proposed, grabbing you by the hips to start pounding harder into you.
the slapping sound of his hip against yours filled up the bedroom. bed creaked loudly. the headboard banged against the wall.
you worried that the bed would give out and break from the sheer force of baekjin’s thrusts.
your lips wobbled, overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure. your mind swirled, between the line of consciousness and unconsciousness.
baekjin was vicious and demanding. if he wanted something, he would get it no matter what. his hands raised up, striking your ass with another painful spank.
in response, you moaned loudly. your walls clenching around him. a vice grip on his cock, luring him closer to his release.
“please please please!” desperation seemed evident in your shaky voice as baekjin slammed into your velvety walls.
“mhm, keep going.” he hummed, landing another spank to your surely bruised bum.
“baekjin!” you whined, walls clamming down against his length, clenching tight.
“this turns you on?” he scoffed seeing the way your body reacted to each slap, “what a masochist.”
he finally gave you what you wanted, happy with the way you complied so well. his hips slowed, thrusts becoming more measured and slow. you could feel every inch of him, his veins, and the curved angle of his cock nudging your insides.
“g-gosh— think i’m gonna—“ with another final blow to your ass with the palm of his hand; you came, body giving out.
your muscles felt taut with fatigue as baekjin fucked you through your climax.
he folllwed, coming deep inside of you, filling you to the brim. he groaned, his palms soothing out the red hand prints on your ass. his cold demeanor turned warm, massaging your shoulders. gently, he turned you to face him, laying you flat against his bare chest.
“here, get under the covers,” he kissed your cheek, pulling the covers over your nude bodies, pressing himself against you, “get some rest, now.”
— genre: fluff, tension, the boys just being whipped tbh
— warnings: possibly hints in baku's that reader has a complicated relationship with eating?, wooyoung affectionately calls reader dumb
00. Yeon Sieun
He likes knowing your schedule. What time you'll be out and when you get home and getting texts from you when you arrive to your destinations safely. He wants to know how you're getting to your locations and will always have his phone on standby if you call or need him for any reason. He tells you to always call him if you need anything. This may or may not have to with everything he's been through and what happened each time him and his friends have gone their separate ways, he just needs you to do this for him.
01. Ahn Suho
This boy talks to anyone and anything, so you bet that he loves talking for you. At the cafe ordering, he'll order for you. Shopping for clothes and need the right size, he's asking the staff if they have your size in the back. Even when he's dropping you off at the dentist, he'll park his bike and go in with you to let the receptionist know you're there for your appointment. He just is such a giver and always wants to be your rock and support and ensure everything is just a little easier for you. He also loves saying "all good baby," while giving your cheek a soft caress with his thumb or "it's all taken care of" while rubbing your back and leading you away from the register (this part is mainly for him, to further feed into that dominant role just a little more lets be real).
02. Oh Beomseok
He loves being your provider. And not in the way he was for Jeongchan and his friends, but in an almost domestic traditional role version. It would take a while for it to reach this point, where trust and love is established, but once it is, he's gonna make sure you never have to think about anything other than your studies and social life. Take all the unnecessary pressure off your shoulders. Loves ensuring you're eating the best food at extravagant restaurants that you get new jewelry to match every outfit you can think of so you don't stress last minute when you have another social event coming up - he's got you covered and loves seeing you enjoy it. Because that was all him. He's the one taking care of you and putting that beautiful smile on your face and it truly warms his heart knowing you're cared for and treated well.
03. Kang Wooyoung
He revels in moments when you can't make your own choices, either because you're too mentally tired or overwhelmed to make decisions. And so that's when you pout and turn to him and ask him to make choices for you. You need him to pick the drink you're going to get at the cafe? Or have him choose spicy or non-spicy dinner? Or if you should wear sneakers or sandals? He loves that shit and he's not sweet about it. He'll chuckle at you and call you his dumb baby while affectionately caressing your head, but then in the following second he's ordering for you with a straight face.
04. Park Humin
He makes sure you're eating and he wants to hear about it. Either a quick snapshot over a text to him from you of your meal or you sending him a quick and easy "eating (your choice of food) for lunch today!" Just anything to show him you're eating all your meals and staying healthy. He's incredibly healthy himself, not shy to ever voice how much he wants to eat and so you shouldn't be either. So this is his way of ingraining into your head that your health should come before any negative thoughts or outside influences. So you better make sure you send those updates every meal time or he'll have a sit down and talk with you later about it.
05. Go Hyuntak
Loves having his hand on you at all times. Whether you're sitting, walking or standing, he'll have a hand on you. Whether you guys are walking down the hall, the grocery store, or even just walking across the classroom to say hi to a friend, he'll have his hand either on the small of your back, fingers intertwined with yours or have his hand resting between your shoulder blades. Just anything to help him know you're still there next to him and safe. Its a way to ground himself, he's seen his friends get hurt enough times, he knows what the world can have hiding around any corner and so this is his way of telling everyone that you're with him and he's your protector, so whatever they're thinking of doing, they better not.
06. Seo Juntae
He's so soft about it, but having a say in what you wear out gives him a thrill and makes his head a little airy. When he suggests the ruffly skirt over the dark wash jeans and you listen to him? He feels like he's on top of the world. He loves seeing you walk around in the clothes he chose for you and his cheeks keep that soft pink tone to them the whole time he's out with you. It also makes him a little more bold each time. So now he'll try texting you if he can't physically be there and ask for you to send him options of clothing so he can "pick something out... only if you want though 🥺" lowkey knows how to play his cards so you say yes every time.
07. Geum Seongje
Loves making you sit on his lap when he's lounging in a chair or on the couch. If he's already sitting and you're not yet on his lap he'll either curl his finger up in your direction telling you to get over there. Or if you're at arms length, he'll loop his finger through your belt loops and pull you lazily onto his lap. He also loves giving you little tasks to do while you're on his lap, like he'll take his glasses off and ask you to clean the lenses off with the edge of your shirt and then have you put them back on for him. Or fix his hair for him, he also loves making you light his cigarette for him as it hangs lazily out the corner of his mouth. This is one of those moments where he's dominant by telling you what to do, but also showcasing to anyone around to witness the intimacy that you're the only person he's loyal to and trusts to do these things for him, which he thrives off of showing off.
08. Na Baekjin
I truly believe Baekjin loves to spoil you. He loves having that trust from you that you know and believe he'll always take care of you, have your best interests at heart. Sure in the moment he might huff a little or roll his eyes and make it seem like a pain, but he also loves to make you feel special and spoiled. That being said, he also t h r i v e s off of telling you "no". He secretly likes seeing you ask for something of him with that pretty smile only to see if fall into a pout when he gently but firmly tells you "no". It's partially to keep you reminded of who has control, but also to ensure you don't let all his spoiling get to your head. But not to worry, you're still his spoiled beauty.
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a/n: this is my first whc post on here, it's a repost from my old blog. i decided to post it here because i was getting so sad about how people were writing my boy seongje. like yall, he's not at all a overly possessive, psycho stalker. like if you actually pay attention to characteristics and behavioral patters you'd see he's actually not at all someone who has those traits 😭 so i'm here to do my boy justice.
maybe bf!gotak and 'think fast i'm a random girl' trend?
"think fast, i'm a random girl!"
go hyuntak, yeon sieun, ahn suho, park humin/baku, seo juntae, keum seongje, na baekjin
go hyuntak
» it takes a moment for the words to register, but he understands the reference quickly from a tiktok he saw a few days prior. he never thought you would do it on him though. luckily, he has the perfect plan
» dodges any attempts for you to touch/grab him, darting away with quick feet. even jumps onto some furniture too
» "don't touch me! i have a girlfriend!" he screams it while you're both laughing like madmen as he keeps slipping from your grasp, running around your furniture
» eventually you two end up tripping over each other, with you falling onto hyuntak's chest and knocking the air out of him
» "i'm.. telling my.. girlfriend." he wheezes out, out of breath from the impromptu chase session. he's too tired to push you off, so he just lays star-fished out on the ground
» you lift your head slightly to look him in the eye and hyuntak immediately takes an interest in the ceiling, still acting like you're a random girl
» "hm. you should've pushed me off but you passed. nine out of ten."
» "you think i have the strength to push you off while you ran after me like tom and jerry?! i should get full points," hyuntak pouts, flicking your forehead
» "minus two points for hurting your girlfriend."
yeon sieun
» ??????????
» has no clue what you're talking about. just stares confused as you try and explain the trend to him, but he just continues staring with a deadpan face
» "you.. want me to act like you're a random girl?"
» "yes! okay, pretend i'm a random girl from your cram school." you walk up to him and wrap your arm around his, leaning in for a kiss
» sieun rolls his eyes but plays along anyway, putting on his most stoic face for you. he proceeds to hand his notes over to you and untangle himself from you, effectively dodging all your moves.
» you stand still for a couple seconds, waiting for his next move. he just begins studying like nothing happened. well that was fast.
» "thats it?" you ask. that was so ... sieun.
» "you're just getting my notes. what else should i do?" sieun furrows his brows, genuinely confused. okay maybe in retrospect you should've clarified a little. sieun heard 'cram school' and his mind immediately thought of studying
» a semi-failed attempt because sieun is sieun. he scores an eight and a half out of ten for keeping it short and quick, you suppose.
ahn suho
» shrieks the second you step within a foot of him, already meters away in the blink of an eye
» "get away from me!" he takes up a defensive stance, cowering behind his arms
» "but i–" you don't even get three words in before suho interrupts you with a loud yell
» "not interested, lady!"
» somehow, somewhere, he got ahold of a frying pan in the few moments you took your eyes off him. now he just looked insane, waving it around your apartment while hooting and hollering
» you can't even get your words out with how hard you're laughing, tears forming in your eyes
» suho's act starts to fall when he notices, letting out giggles of his own. when you recollect yourself, he snaps back into character
» "don't look at me! i'm happily taken, i'll have you know!"
» "but can you help me?" you bat your eyes, hoping to lure him in for a kiss. there's not much to do when he has a frying pan, unless you want a concussion (though you both know he would never hurt you)
» "no can do!"
» after a stare-down between you and suho, you give a firm nod and a thumbs up. "ten out of ten. i raised you well."
» suho smirks and scoops you up in a bear hug, taking your feet off the floor for a few seconds. "so, can i get a reward for doing so well? or.."
baku
» you have to take multiple shots because baku keeps kissing you back and holding your waist too tenderly. he can't pretend for the life of him
» "babe, you have to pretend i'm not me."
» "but why?" sulks like a puppy each time you tell him he failed. after the third attempt (he just wanted kisses) he promises to actually do it
» "nope! i'm taken." his hand is holding your face pushing you away. you try to advance forward, but he's holding you completely in place with just a hand after a few seconds of struggling, he grabs you up by your ass and wraps your legs around him
» "can we do something funner now?" seems like you weren't the only one affect by the display of strength. horny bastard
» eleven out of ten for effectiveness (bonus point for the sex afterwards)
seo juntae
» similar ??? reaction to sieun. he's a bit (months) late to trends, so he hasn't caught wind of this one yet
» "but why would i do that baby? you're not just any random woman to me, you're–"
» you cut him off before he can wax poetics about you and how much you mean to him. "no, tae, it's like a trend. just pretend okay?"
» juntae pouts but agrees. he's surprised when you grab him by his face and press chaste kisses all over his face, melting into the touch for a moment before remembering what you wanted him to do
» "aah! wait, no!!" juntae pushes you off a little too hard, sending you to tumbling to the floor. he gasps and rushes to your side, "are you hurt?!"
» challenge is cut short when juntae is in tears over hurting you, and you reassure him it was fun and it really didn't hurt. he's too soft for his own good
» six out of ten for the delayed reaction, but he gets a ten out of ten in your heart
keum seongje
» "now why would i do that, sweetheart?"
» has seen the challenge one or two times, but always skipped it because it was boring. he doesn't understand why you want to do it, everyone already knows not to approach him (both men and women)
» "just do it, please?" you plead, putting on your best puppy eyes. seongje relents, and agrees to do it begrudgingly.
» "don't get mad at me for what i do, 'kay?" seongje raises an eyebrow at how excited you look. obviously he won't punch the shit out of you just for some 'trend', so he'll just stick to a watered down version of his actual reaction
» when you start walking towards him with your hands out—looking for a hug—he quickly swipes his feet to send you falling
» "whoops, didn't see you there." he says dryly, leaving you on the floor.
» you roll over onto your back, and look up at him. you laugh and give a thumbs up. he passed. "eight out of ten, good job." minus two points for not being straightforward about it
» "not a ten out of ten? i'm hurt sweetheart," seongje watches as you get up, dusting off your clothes. damn. and he thought he did good too. maybe he should've went for a light slap?
na baekjin
» a bit confused because 1. what the fuck is this trend and 2. he's so busy with union work and keeping his grades that he hasn't had time to doomscroll as much as you do
» you explain it to him, and he agrees to do it with you. he wasn't expecting you to launch towards him with puckered lips, landing a kiss on his cheek within seconds.
» keep a straight face and uses his notebook of motorcycle orders to swat at your face like a fly. "i have a girlfriend." he says, lightly patting your face with the rolled up notebook on each word
» not very effective on you, since you keep going anyways. but if it was any other girl they'd get scared off (probably). if it works, it works
» "eight point five out of ten, you were hitting me too lightly."
» "that's not fair!" everyone knows baekjin has the biggest soft spot for you, he can't bring himself to hurt you in the slightest. sucks for him though, he lost two points because of that
fin
a/n didn't really know how to write it bc i felt like it's be too short either way, so i decided to do multiple characters to make it less empty (;;;*_*)
alsooo it has come to my attention i've been neglecting my poor baby suho 💔 will be writing more of him in the future i promise! also psst what do we think of these style headcanons for these type of posts? would love some feedback ^___^
약한영웅 characters when you cry while patching them up ˳ ۫ 𓈅
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genres — established relationship, fluff, hurt / comfort
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warnings. mentions of blood, injuries, bruises, dacryphilia (?), canon-typical violence.
──────── yeon sieun
Baku had called you, his voice was weighed with worry as he told you Sieun was hurt badly and unconscious. Your heart had sunk right there, the world had become blurry. Everything that came out of Baku’s mouth through the phone sounded so far away, as if someone had put your head underwater. you had felt like your legs would give up any second.
You had rushed with some first aid to Eunjang right away, fighting the fidgety feeling and anxiety you felt the entire bus ride. When you reached the secret hangout room you found three of the four boys hurt, one of them— your Sieun, lying down, and unconscious.
You had questioned and scolded them but they knew your anger came from a place of concern. Juntae had said that he and Gotak were fine, he had half-lied. All three of them had come to some unspoken agreement to leave you with Sieun alone to patch him up.
Your chest tightens as you settle near Sieun, slowly moving his hair out of his forehead to look at his wounds. Red bruises abloom on both his cheeks and forehead, gashes on both his cheek bones and a busted lip— just what was he upto?
You start by cleaning his chin and hands with wet wipes. You then disinfect his face and forehead, your breathing becomes heavier. You don't know how to clean his lips properly, after all you're not a medical professional, so you just opt to clean the area around his mouth properly. Your eyes start to burn a little, your heart is getting heavier each passing second.
Sieun’s eyes flicker open, his gaze is far away but he soon notices your presence, you are trying to rip a bandaid out of its packaging. He calls out your name, his voice is shaky and hoarse.
You turn towards him, a wave of relief washing over you as you notice him awake. He tries to get up but you push him down to rest, your attempts are futile as he sits straight anyway. He looks dazed.
“Sieun-ah,” You say, you don't add anything else, unable to think of a proper statement. Your eyes start to burn again, you try to blink it away but instead tears start to trail down your cheek. Sieun mirrors your expression. His eyes redden as tears collect.
“I’m sorry.” He utters, raw and pained. Your chest tightens and a lump forms in your throat.
“It’s okay, I am here now.” You breathe out, your voice is weak despite nothing being okay, you try to be strong.
“No, no, I am sorry.” His words are a little slurred and drawled as repeats. You take his hand in your own, holding it gently, you start to run your fingers over his hand in soothing motions. Your touch is feather light, as if you're afraid that you'll break Sieun. He stops you and grips your fingers lightly with his own, signaling for you to respond. Your vision is getting a little blurred but you hold it in for Sieun’s sake.
“Okay.” You say, your voice is weak. “I accept your apology. Now, let me put this bandaid on you.”
Sieun switches from holding your hand to gripping your sleeve between his fingers. You peel off the wrapper and put the bandaid on his cheekbone gently. Sieun’s eyes start to water. You wipe them with the back of your fingers before they can fall past his under eyes.
“They… your tears… they will burn your wounds. So, stop, okay? There's no need to cry, okay? I am here now.” You speak softly.
You usher him to lay down, his hand holding onto yours firmly. He does not want to let you go. You bring his hand towards your face and press a faint kiss on the back of his hand. His grip loosens slightly as he passes out again.
──────── ahn suho
To say you were pissed would be an understatement. You were beyond angry at this point. As you put a dressing on his forearm, Suho finally breaks the silence.
“Wanna go to noraebang?” Typical Suho. Typical Suho behaviour. Always trying to change the topic.
“No.” You say.
“C’mon, I’ll take you to eat ice-cream after.” He tries to persuade you, taking your hands in his own, entwining softly. Subtly indicating that he doesn't want to talk about this, trying to put on an act to pretend that this never happened.
“No.” You repeat standing your ground.
He pouts as you retreat your hands and continue to apply ointment on his scratches.
“No use in pouting. I thought you were over this shit, beating up people and getting hurt.”
He doesn't respond so you refuse to meet his eyes. You start to apply some gel on the scratches of his face and he starts to pucker his lips, asking for a kiss. You put your palm on his lips.
“Stop it.” He licks your palm instead—? You withdraw your hand and smack him.
Wiping your hand with his uniform, you go back to applying the gel. Suho realises you're both awfully close, your face near his own. He looks at you, your face, how you have a little pout and how your eyebrows are furrowed as you delicately apply the ointment on him.
He notices how your lips tremble a little and your eyes are blinking a lot. Are you holding in your tears?
“Hey.” He holds your wrist. “I’m–”
“What?” You finally break– tears brim and fall out of your eyes. This time, you pretend. You pretend that you are not crying. You try to go back to patching him but his hold on your wrists is too strong.
“Hey, hey.” He utters softly, his voice sounds apologetic.“I’m… sorry. I know I told you I won't do this anymore but… it just happened.”
You bite the insides of your cheeks avoiding his gaze and silently sniffle and Suho’s heart breaks.
“Oh my.” He mutters under his breath, his hands quickly reach your face, palms holding your face like you were some fragile porcelain. His thumbs wipe your tears tenderly.
“I’m sorry, Y/n-ssi.” And with that, he kisses your nose. “It won't… I'll try to make sure it does not happen again.” He kisses your forehead next. “So, now please,” He kisses your philtrum, “Please, stop crying. It breaks my heart to see you like this.”
He continues to kiss your face until you break into giggles.
──────── seo juntae
Juntae looks at you like a puppy kicked by a human, eyes downcast and filled with tears, feeling as though it was something that was his mistake. His eyes don't leave your hands.
You are fuming. Brows furrowed together, you are taking long breaths to calm yourself down. You angrily rip off a medicine’s covering and Juntae gulps.
You turn your face towards him and he looks at you and then, quickly looks away. He feels guilty.
You both are on a bench in a park near the pharmacy you just visited. Juntae got beat up by some bullies and you had dragged him to the pharmacy despite him saying it was okay.
Juntae wonders if you're mad at him. You're not. You know that.
You take off his glasses, gently putting them away. You start to dab away the dirt and blood from his face, your touches are feather light. He winces. He thinks it ticked you off because you stop and discard the cotton ball.
“I know… that it hurts you every time I get…hurt. I'm sorry.” He says, you look away. He's afraid he might lose you if this continues, he doesn't want that to happen ever. He holds your hands, clasping your fingers with his own.
“Please don't be mad at me.” It breaks something inside of you.
Your anger melts and turns into something else. It turns into the tears in your eyes, you hold them in. Your nose feels tingly and your mouth feels strangely wet. Your lips are pursed, you are taking in his words, letting them settle in your mind. They feel heavy. You take a deep breath as the tears threaten to fall. You face him again.
This time the look in your face is not of annoyance but of hurt, your brows are no longer furrowed together, your eyelashes are wet with tears that might fall any second. Juntae feels guilty.
“I am not mad at you.” You say and then it happens. The tears start to cascade down slowly. Juntae’s lips quiver. You take your hands back and wipe your tears.
“I don't know why you think I'm mad at you. I'm just… frustrated about this situation. I worry for you, Juntae-ya. Every few days you show up with these new wounds and bruises, I feel sad. I don't know what you're up to, but…” You stop as you don't know what to say.
Juntae feels as if his insides got ripped out and seared, his eyes start to water instantly at this sight. Just how could he be the reason of your tears?
His hand reaches out hesitant towards you, shaking a little and it finally finds your back. He starts to rub you with one hand and takes out a napkin with another. He uses it to wipe your tears.
“I…am sorry. Please don't cry.”
──────── go ‘gotak’ hyuntak
“Does it cost money to be careful?” You mumble under your breath but they're still loud enough to be heard by Hyuntak. You did it intentionally.
“What? Aren't I supposed to be the one nagging you?” He sounds offended. “And if it really did cost money, you’d be evading–” You respond with a smack on the top of his head before he can even finish.
“Beggars can't be choosers.” You confuse him.
“That's literally not how the saying works. Ah–” You're now pulling his right ear.
“Can you stop abusing me?” He grumbles.
“Can you stop abusing me?” You mock him snottily.
Gotak realises there's no point in arguing with you further so he doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks away as you work on patching him up. You put gauze around his arm and some bandaids over his knuckles. You soon start to clean his face and that's when he finally turns towards you.
A q-tip is between your thumb and index finger layered with some gel, you're gently applying it to the corner of Gotak’s lips. He suddenly becomes hyper-aware about everything and his skin prickles with goosebumps.
Gotak realises that your sole focus is on his lips and blood rushes to his face, his ears reddening with every passing second. This close proximity isn't something that's rare but it's something that's not frequent either. Your dynamic has always been like this—too shy to be close and too committed to be farther than an arm’s distance.
Gotak takes in your features. Your eyes are glassy but focused on his lips and your nose seems a little red. Your bottom lip is between your teeth to stop it from trembling. You look like you're on the verge of crying. Shit.
“So, um…” Gotak starts, his intention is to distract you so you don't end up actually crying.
You hum in response. You finish up taking care of his lip and put away the q-tip in a plastic bag. Gotak looks at you, unable to muster up his words. He should’ve thought before starting to speak!
“So, yeah.”
You look at him incredulously, eyebrows raised but eyes still glassy, tears still sticking to your lashes.
“What?” You say.
You hear Gotak mumble a small Fuck this before he pulls you into his arms. One of his hands snakes through your back to your head, holding it gently. Gotak starts to pat you slowly. He then kisses the crown of your head.
“I’ll be careful next time.”
“Yeah. You better be.”
──────── park 'baku' humin
Baku had showed up to your home bloodied and bruised with his stupid injuries and wounds. You had led him to your living room, your parents weren't home fortunately. You wouldn't have to explain why there was a badly beat up boy in your living space.
This brings you to your current predicament— crouched in front of Baku as he sat on the sofa, cleaning the dried blood clinging to his knuckles. You work in silence and Baku lets you. He doesn't speak and neither do you. You don't ask or question. He doesn't tell you what happened.
But the silence is oh so suffocating. There is a lump in your throat that won't go down now matter how much you swallow and tears are pricking the inner corners of your eyes. After you're done cleaning his hands you settle yourself on the sofa and start to clean his face.
Baku is strong, that is a fact. He never loses, that is another fact. But he is not invincible or immune to getting hurt. He bleeds and bruises just like everyone else. He feels pain too. That is evident in how he winces when you apply cream on his knuckles before you put on a bandaid. That is also evident in the way he hisses in pain when you dab the cut on his face with a cotton ball covered in disinfectant.
It is also evident in the way his heart aches when he notices your hands trembling and your eyes watering. You sniffle involuntarily. Baku wants to scratch his face. His eyes become glassy.
He calls out your name delicately as if it was a glass sculpture that could break if his voice was any louder.
And your tears spill. You bite your bottom lip to try and hold it in but there's no use.
Humin takes the cotton ball from your hand and places it on the center table. His hands wrap around your torso and he pulls you into his embrace. No words are exchanged. Sometimes, words aren't needed to communicate. Actions are enough.
With your head on his chest and his arms around you firmly, he pulls you under his chin. He lets you cry it out. You must be scared after seeing him hurt so badly.
He starts to run soothing circles on your back with his hand until you calm down.
“I’m sorry.” He says finally breaking the silence. “I won't get hurt this badly next time.”
“So you plan on getting hurt again?”
──────── geum seongje
You are everything Geum Seongje is not– quiet, kind and gentle. Maybe that's why you're both together. Opposites attract or something.
But Outside Geum Seongje is different from Inside Geum Seongje. Inside Geum Seongje is reserved just for you. His words don't bite and he kisses with his lips instead of his fists. His eyes don't carry that crazed look, but a look of comfort and relaxation. He's not the adrenaline crazy wolf but a person who seeks softness and love.
One might think Seongje is the antonym of words like love, gentleness, kindness, softness etc. but that would be false. Seongje loves in his own way. He is cruel, yes, but there is certain gentleness when he pulls you into hugs. Geum Seongje knows mercy too. He is not soft like others but his edges and sharpness dull a little every time he's with you.
Maybe that's why he always seeks for you when he's injured. You offer him a quiet haven in your heart for nothing in exchange. You don't judge him. You don't ask questions. You don't look at him with fear or inferiority.
That's why he always crashes at your apartment after a big fight. You patch him up and offer him a warm meal. You offer him warmth no one else ever does.
Seongje looks at you confused. Your eyes are red and flowing with tears as you clean his bloodied knuckles. He does not understand why you're crying. But you look pretty, he doesn't want to question anything.
“I won, you know.” He breaks the silence.
“Yeah, I know.” You say, holding in a sniffle.
“So why are you crying?”
“Because you're hurt?”
Bloodied knuckles, busted lip, a black eye and different reds blooming under his skin on his body.
“You lack a sense of self preservation.” Seongje doesn't reply, he just studies your features. There's something unreadable in his expression. He silently acknowledges what you said as true. He doesn't know what to do when you sniffle and when your tears don't stop.
When you're finally done patching him up, you get up. He holds your wrist.
“The vegetables will get charred.” You say referring to the veggies on the pan you left unattended to focus on Seongje.
“Stay.” The ‘Please’ is left unsaid.
──────── na baekjin
It isn't common for Baekjin to get into fights. And it is more uncommon for him to come back scathed– you see, Baekjin doesn't get his hands dirty. He rarely does so. And it's rarer for him to get hurt. His moves are always calculated and precise, there's no room for surprises or to get hurt for that matter.
So it is quite a moment when Baekjin enters his office with a gash along his cheek, walks towards his desk and crouches down to pull out a first aid box and puts it in front of you on the glass table, calmly. You look at him dumbly.
“Like am I…?” You start but then trail off, because obviously, he meant for you to patch him up.
“I don't see a mirror in here.” Whoa, Na Baekjin can be sarcastic if he wants.
“Then sit down, sir.” And with that Baekjin settles down next to you on the black leather couch of his modest office.
There's distance between you, you gesture with your hands for him to come closer and he follows. You break the distance between you both by pulling his face closer to yourself to inspect his cut and Baekjin notices how your face curls up in pain.
“You’re lucky it wasn't that deep. You’d have to get stitches on your pretty face.” Baekjin doesn't respond to your statement, but his gaze softens. A little smile forms on his face but it dissolves right away.
You start by wiping off the blood that trickled down towards his jaw and Baekjin closes his eyes—feeling your soft touches. One of your hands holding his face while the other wipes away the blood, there is a certain domesticity to this which he cherishes. Not that he would admit out loud. But it's evident in how his shoulders relax a little when you're nearby and how his fingers always try to find yours in the quiet moments when you're alone.
For a second, Baekjin wonders if it was not for the Union, would you two get to be normal? Act like those schoolmates who are dating— holding hands in the hallways, holding hands under the table in the cafeteria and sneaking off to the secluded corners of the school to make out.
He is pulled out of his thoughts when you say something, your voice sounds a little shaky and weak.
“I won't use the disinfectant, it’ll burn too much, so I'll use this cream… instead.”
He sees your eyes brimmed with tears, eyelashes heavy with tears weighing them down. His gaze softens.
“You are crying.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone.
“I am not! Atleast, not yet.”
“You worry for me too much.”
“You say it like it's a bad thing.” Your tears fall.
Ok, fair enough, Baekjin thinks. You're the only one who can get him tongue tied. If he can worry for you, then you can too.
He wipes the tears with the back of his hands, his touch is tender. You hold onto his hand, not letting him take it back, leaning into his touch.
“I love you.” You sniffle. His thumb rubs away another tear.
“I know. I love you too. I won't get hurt again.” He says. His voice doesn't have the edge he uses with others. A special voice just for you.
His gravity pulls you closer, heads tilting in unison, just a few centimetres apar–
A knock and the door opens.
“Am I interrupting something?” Geum Seongje. Motherfucker.
You groan.
Baekjin sighs.
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