Hey I love ur writing sm! ♥️
Could you do dominant baku x jealous female reader smut? Basically baku was volunteering at the youth club with reader, Gotak, sieun, and junate because of the underpass thing with hyo-man, some girls came up to him and started talking to him. You didn’t get to hear what they were talking about but baku was smiling and laughing. you walked up to baku when you guys finished volunteering and tapped his shoulder. You then got mad. He didn’t argue with you and stared at you, after you finished, he said you done? You looked at his lips and gulped. He noticed and smirked. You dragged him to the restroom and shoved him in a stall, he locked the stall and (it leads to nsfw!) (sorry if it’s a long request, it’s my first time requesting lol)
Title: Locked In Pairing: Humin (baku) x Female Reader Setting: Post-Underpass Volunteer Event (WHC Timeline) Tags: Jealousy, Dominant!Baku, Rough Sex, Semi-Public, Restroom Stall, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Reader-Initiated But He Takes Control
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The community center buzzed with the kind of controlled chaos that followed a cleanup shift. Folding chairs scraped the floor, plastic tables clacked as they were put away, and the scent of cheap cleaning spray hung in the air. You had been working alongside Humin, Gotak, Si-eun, and Junate all day—doing damage control after that whole underpass mess with Hyo-man.
You were tired. Sweaty. Hungry. And now, pissed off.
From across the room, laughter cut through the haze. You looked up—and there he was. Humin. Leaning one shoulder against the vending machine, hoodie half-zipped, sleeves rolled up, that cocky jaw of his tight as he laughed low at something one of the girls in front of him said.
Three of them. All a little too close. College girls by the looks of it, pretty in that practiced, glossy way.
You watched as one flicked her hair behind her ear and said something. Humin smirked.
Your stomach turned.
You didn’t hear what she said. Didn’t want to. Your ears were already ringing with white-hot jealousy.
You dropped the rag you were using to clean and stormed across the room.
"Baku," you snapped, tapping his shoulder hard enough that his smile dropped instantly.
He turned slowly, lazily, eyes dragging from your face to your heaving chest. "What."
"What the fuck were you laughing at?"
He blinked. "You're mad?"
"Obviously. You looked like you were about to give them your number."
"I wasn’t."
"Well, it looked like it."
He just stared. No apology. No defense. He didn’t even bother glancing back at the girls.
"Are you done?" he asked, voice quiet, rough.
You opened your mouth to keep yelling, but your gaze dropped.
His lips. Slightly parted. Still curved. Wet from where he'd just licked them.
You swallowed hard.
He saw it.
Saw the shift. The way your thighs tensed, jaw locked.
And he smirked.
You grabbed his wrist and yanked him away without another word.
The bathroom was cold. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You kicked open the last stall and pulled him in, heart hammering.
He stepped inside. Calm. Silent.
Click.
He locked the door.
Then he turned.
"So that’s what this is about?"
You shoved his chest. "Don’t pretend you didn’t know."
"I wasn’t flirting."
"Didn’t look like it."
He grabbed your wrist. "You jealous?"
"Fuck you."
"Yeah?"
He shoved you against the stall wall, mouth grazing your ear.
"You pull me in here just to curse at me, or you gonna do somethin' about it?"
You yanked him closer by the hoodie, lips crashing into his. It was messy. Angry. Wet.
And he groaned into it.
His hands grabbed under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly, pressing your back to the metal wall as you wrapped your legs around him.
You could feel him—hard, thick, grinding into you through your jeans.
"So fuckin' cute when you’re mad," he muttered. "Bet your cunt's soaked just from watchin'."
You slapped his shoulder. He caught your wrist mid-air.
"Keep that up. I’ll tie your hands to the fuckin' rail."
You whimpered.
He smirked.
Your pants came off fast. So did your panties. He shoved them into his pocket with a grin.
"Gonna keep these."
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between your legs, tongue hot and relentless, licking up everything you gave him. You bit down on your fist to stay quiet.
"Taste fuckin' perfect," he muttered.
When you were shaking, he stood and undid his belt.
You reached for him.
He caught your hand. "Nah, baby. You wanted this? You take it. Not gonna let you pretend this was all me."
You nodded frantically.
He lined up, thick tip pressing into you, and slammed in.
You choked on your moan.
"That’s it," he grunted. "You like bein' jealous? Then you take it."
His thrusts were brutal. Deep. Every snap of his hips made the stall shake.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, biting into his hoodie to stay quiet.
"Mine," he whispered against your throat. "You think I'd look at anyone else when I got a pussy this fuckin' good?"
You clenched around him.
He groaned. "Do that again. I fuckin' dare you."
You did.
And he lost it.
Fucked you so hard your back scraped the metal. His hand slid between your legs and rubbed you fast, desperate.
"Come," he growled.
You shattered around him.
And when you did, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a broken growl, biting your shoulder hard.
After.
You clung to him, trembling.
He pulled out slowly, sticky and sensitive, and kissed your jaw.
"Next time you get jealous," he whispered, tucking your panties back into his hoodie pocket, "just tell me. Or drag me somewhere darker."
You hit his chest weakly.
He smirked.
You kissed him again.
And this time, there was no anger. Just want.
