Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
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.
Summary: Seongje’s gentle girlfriend protects timid Juntae from Hyoman, and later, Seongje himself steps in to defend Juntae—showing the Union that for her, he’d do anything.
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The Union had teeth. Everyone in the city knew that. Their name carried weight, whispered with respect or dread depending on who was speaking. And at the center of that name was Seongje — feared, respected, and unbending. He was the kind of man who made a room fall silent just by walking into it.
And then there was you. His girlfriend.
On paper, it made no sense: you, all warmth and softness, someone who could coax laughter out of even the coldest member of the group; and him, razor-sharp, cold-eyed, a man who trusted no one but you. But somehow, that contrast was exactly why it worked. Where he brought the iron, you brought the silk. Where he froze, you thawed.
And because you were with him, you knew everything about the Union. He didn’t keep secrets from you. He never felt the need to. And though you weren’t blind to the darker parts of their world, you loved him — all of him. Maybe that’s why the other Union boys adored you too. You weren’t naïve, but you were kind to them in ways they rarely experienced. When Seongje’s sharp stare had them stiff and nervous, your gentle smile reminded them that not everyone next to him had to be made of stone.
You were on your way to the bowling alley that night, the familiar neon lights glowing faintly in the distance, when you heard voices down a side street.
“Come on, you really that useless?”
You knew that tone. Sneering, sharp. You slowed, peering around the corner — and your stomach tightened when you saw them.
Hyoman, shoulders hunched like a hyena, had his hand clutched in the collar of a smaller boy. Juntae.
You’d seen him before, a handful of times. He wasn’t Union material, not in the way others were. Too timid, too hesitant, like he carried an apology in every step. And that made him an easy target.
Hyoman shoved him against the wall. “What, you too weak to even talk back? Pathetic.”
Something in you snapped.
“Hyoman.”
Your voice cracked through the air like a whip. The two boys froze, heads turning toward you.
Hyoman’s smirk faltered. “Oh, it’s you.” He tried to recover, straightening up, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes. Everyone knew who you were. Seongje’s girlfriend. And Seongje’s girlfriend meant untouchable.
Still, his pride made him sneer. “What, you come to rescue your new little puppy?”
You strode closer, your expression flat, cold. It wasn’t often you let yourself be harsh, but you could when you needed to. And this? This was worth it.
“I don’t like weak men picking on someone smaller than them,” you said, voice sharp. “You think this makes you look strong? It makes you look pathetic. And you know what else it makes you look like?” You tilted your head. “Like someone who will never belong to the Union.”
Hyoman stiffened, his jaw working. He didn’t like the way you said it — not with fear, but with disgust.
“Tch. Whatever. Not worth it,” he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. But his eyes flicked nervously around, as if expecting Seongje himself to appear any second. And with that fear lodged in his chest, he backed off and left.
You turned immediately to Juntae, softening your expression. “Hey. You okay?”
He hesitated, swallowing hard. His eyes darted to you, then away, as if he wasn’t sure if he should even look directly at you. “Y-Yeah. I… I think so.”
You smiled gently, offering your hand. He blinked at it before slowly taking it, letting you help him steady himself.
“Don’t let him get under your skin,” you said kindly. “Hyoman just likes to bark. That’s all he’s good at. If he tries again, let me know. Or…” you smiled faintly, “better yet, let Seongje know. He wouldn’t even get the chance to touch you.”
Juntae’s eyes widened a little. The idea of Seongje even noticing him — let alone protecting him — seemed surreal. But still, he nodded quickly. “Th-Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
The bowling alley was alive with laughter and chatter when you walked in. The boys immediately perked up when they spotted you.
“Noona!” one of them called, waving.
“You made it!” another grinned.
“Yah, she looks way too good to be here with us,” one teased, earning laughter from the others.
You laughed softly, waving back at them all as you weaved through the crowd. They always greeted you warmly — not out of obligation, but because you were genuinely kind to them. They all saw the way you looked after Seongje, and in turn, after them in little ways.
And then you spotted him.
Seongje sat back against the sofa like a king on his throne, cigarette burning low between his fingers, eyes half-lidded but sharp. The second he saw you, though, his gaze softened. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in the smallest of smiles.
You slid in beside him, nestling into his side. His arm immediately draped over your shoulders, pulling you close.
“You’re late,” he murmured.
“Got caught up.” You tilted your head up at him. “I saw Hyoman on the way.”
His gaze sharpened. “Hyoman?”
“Mm. He was bothering someone. Juntae.”
His brows furrowed. “That kid?”
You nodded, sighing. “He looked terrified. I stepped in, but… I just feel bad for him, Seongje. He doesn’t deserve that.”
He exhaled smoke, watching you closely. You could tell he was turning it over in his mind, weighing it, deciding how much it mattered. To him, Juntae was nothing. Not Union, not worth his time. But to you? It clearly mattered. And for him, that was enough to plant a seed.
“Mm. I’ll keep it in mind,” he murmured.
You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
From across the room, one of the boys called out teasingly, “Hyung, you’re so whipped!”
The others burst out laughing, and even you couldn’t help but giggle. Seongje just gave them a flat look, but the faint pink in his ears betrayed him.
“Shut up and bowl,” he muttered, tightening his arm around you as if to prove his point.
When Seongje saw Hyoman again a few days later, shoving Juntae against a wall, he felt irritation pulse through his veins.
He could have walked past. Normally, he would have. Juntae wasn’t his business. Not Union. Not anyone important.
But your voice echoed in his head. He looked terrified. I just feel bad for him, Seongje.
That softness in your eyes, the way you’d pressed closer when you said it — he wanted to keep that look on your face. Always.
So he stepped in.
“Hyoman.”
The name cut through the air. Hyoman froze, hands dropping from Juntae’s shirt as if burned.
Seongje’s stare was ice cold. “Still picking on someone weaker than you? That’s the only way you feel strong?”
“Hyung—I was just—”
His fist cracked across Hyoman’s face before he could finish. Blood sprayed. Hyoman stumbled, clutching his jaw.
Hyoman glared, but fear swam beneath it. “Why do you even care? He’s not Union!”
Seongje’s lips curled into a smirk, sharp and dangerous. “Because my girl cares.” His voice dropped. “And that’s enough for me.”
Another punch, harder this time. Hyoman collapsed against the wall, groaning. When he scrambled away, it wasn’t with bravado — it was with fear.
Silence lingered.
Juntae stood frozen, trembling, eyes wide. He looked at Seongje like he wasn’t sure whether to run or bow.
“...You okay?” Seongje finally asked.
Juntae nodded quickly, words tripping over themselves. “Y-Yes, thank you. I—”
“Don’t thank me,” Seongje cut him off. “Thank her.” He shoved his hands back in his pockets and walked off, leaving Juntae trembling but safe.
Inside, though, he thought of you. Of your smile when he told you. Of the way your face would light up because he’d done something that mattered to you. And that thought alone made his fists ache less.
That night, when he came home, you were curled on the couch, waiting for him.
“You’re still awake?” he asked softly, leaning down to kiss your temple.
“Couldn’t sleep without you,” you murmured, tugging him down beside you.
He watched you for a moment, then said, “Saw Juntae today.”
Your eyes widened. “You did?”
“Hyoman was on him again. I took care of it.”
You blinked, processing. “You… you did that for me?”
“Of course.” He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. “You wanted him safe. That’s enough.”
Your heart swelled, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes. “I love you.”
He kissed you, slow and certain. “I’d do anything for you. Don’t ever forget that.”
A/N: Comissioned by @tojii11 ... as always I'm not responsible for the media you consume.
Since you've known him as of late, lying has become almost as voluntary as breathing. It should scare you, how fluidly a lie slips past the confines of your lips. Making you more and unrecognizable to even your own self.
"I'm tutoring late tonight."
"I’m studying at the library,"
“I'm having dinner with a friend.”
You didn't have many of those. Had your parents been the caring type they might have known that friends were a luxury you could not afford.
Still, it bothered you that you were making excuses for him. You were helping yourself get extorted everytime you stole for him and everytime you didn't let a living soul know.
The first few times were as difficult as it ever got. But the more you were forced to work for him, the more he corrupted you-the more that infection spread until it became all you were.
"What do you need that much money for anyway?" You squeeze your phone tighter with one hand while the other sits in your blazer pocket. You maintain a calm, controlled gait as you walk out of the school gates, surrounded by your peers dressed in the same uniform walking in clumps of groups- little ecosystems that they formed to help manage their anxieties. You wish you had their problems: Boys. Makeup. Parties.
You wish you had your own little ecosystem. A group who'd be more concerned with strengthening your mental health, not deteriorating it.
"You think school trips to Bali are gonna be cheap?" It was always easier to lie to her over the phone or through text. There was something biting in your mother's eyes that you couldn't always face. Something that would eat you alive if she found out you've been working for the kind of people you're working for.
"Backtrack on the attitude," her words snipe you through the receiver like barbed wire, "It's just strange that they're organizing a field trip in the height of your assignments like this..."
"It's an incentive I guess. They're telling us about it now for extra motivation to see this exam season through.." lies lies and more lies. Your mouth is full of them.
"I don't know if I want you to be thinking about a trip to Bali during all this work... have you been improving?"
There was no improvement with her. Only perfection. She tried your whole life to wipe you squeaky clean until you were spotless. If only she knew that over the past year you've acquired a spot almost impossible to scrub away. He's irremovable. Or at least you thought he was...
"When did you say your field trip was? Perhaps your father and I will tag along, make a family vacation out of it. We never see you anymore because you're always studying and Bali is lovely all-year round-" while your mother talks, your heart sinks and panic festers. You try to focus your steps on making it across the road, down a path you've walked all year.
"Mom, please don't be embarrassing."
"How am I being embarrassing?"
"You'll be the only parent there." Above you, the afternoon sun sits snugly against the horizon, guiding you down a decrepit lane. Stray cats and empty soju bottles litter the street the farther you walk from the safety of the school grounds. You're getting closer and you needed her to send the money.
"It's my money. I can do with it as I please."
You scramble your brain, searching furiously for a lifeline.
"It's just..." More and more lies, "This trip is actually just Geo-camp. Our teachers planned a few cave explorations. We're gonna check out the different stalactites and stalagmites-your presence might hinder my concentration-"
In the distance, the warehouse looms and your fist in your blazer pocket begins to coil.
"Why didn't you say so in the first place instead of wasting my time?” Your mother tsks, “I've sent the money to your account."
"Thank you ma'am..."
The call ends abruptly, void of any warmth. Void of any love. You pull your phone away from your ear and your nerves settle as you see the money reflecting. You suddenly feel bigger than this warehouse- bigger than life itself- like you're armed and ready to take on anything this rabid dog might throw at you.
You tilt your head back to watch the clouds disappear behind the iron roof and you steal your nerves. Word on the street is that this place once belonged to Baek Jin before his untimely disappearance. Until, naturally, a wolf came in and marked it as his own...
The nearer you get to the slightly opened door, the clearer the sound becomes: You hear the sound of a broken man groaning and your body has a visceral reaction. By now you recognize the sound of a fist slamming against human flesh and bone. You know what that sounds like and it haunts you through those quiet moments at night when it was just you and your memories. You fight the urge to stop walking, something in you tugging and begging to just walk away. It's either this or remain a slave for the rest of your foreseeable future.
That thought is enough to have you sucking in one final breath of air before waltzing into the warehouse. It's dark, the air damp and stuffy with little to no circulation. Despite the location, the interior is somewhat tidy and were it not for the man kneeling and bleeding on the floor, you might have thought the place fitting for any dignified bachelor.
“I didn't expect to see you today,” Seongje addresses you the moment you step in. His fist is paused in mid air and it's pulled back as if you'd just saved the man on the floor from experiencing one final blow.
He smiles at you, as if he didn't have blood on his knuckles. As if he didn't have a man on his knees, pleading for his life. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Seongje asks, before digging his fingers into the boys scalp. You hide your trembling hands in the pockets of your blazer and you appear as unaffected as you possibly can when Seongje tilts the man's face to look up at you. “This is Eungmin. He's very cute, very small.” Seongje smiles. “Eungmin is getting beat unconscious because he's been stealing some of my money for himself, isn't that right, Eungmin-a?”
The man’s left ise completely disappeared under a swollen mass of flesh. His skin is broken in several places- all is red and yet he still tries… “P-please-” his words are slurred. You can tell he's getting closer and closer to blacking out. His brain can't comprehend the words leaving his mouth and it's far too painful to watch. “My grandfather's sick and- I needed the money-”
“Sob, sob, sob, stories, Eungmin-a,” Seongje lets go of the man's head before tucking his hands into his pockets. Eungmin sways from side to side as Seongje rounds his bruised and battered body, tsking lightly like a scolding parent.
Before you're made witness to any more bloodshed, possibly even a murder, you grab your phone out of blazer pocket and with trembling hands you press a few buttons on your screen.
Seongje's phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his pockets. He taps away at the device with bloodied fingers, his orange windbreaker stained with the same blood and for a moment, all is quiet.
Seongje stares blankly at his screen.
“What's this?” He asks without looking up.
Something in you tells you that you have the upper hand. Power has shifted, even minutely and it gives you the courage to reply back, “It's an incentive.”
Seongje's dark eyes finally flit up to you and you're arrested by that wolfish grin. “Big words.” He smirks. “You want a promotion or something?”
You ready your voice. “Actually, Seongje, I’m looking for a way out.”
More silence but this time, it's fucking suffocating. Even the man on the floor, the man who's experienced the very worst of Seongje's wrath has his mouth slightly open from shock.
“I never want to steal for you again. I never want to do anything for you again.” You find your voice in the rubble of your pain and all your anxieties that have gone unnoticed by the adults around you. “I never wanna see you again.”
He nods slowly. “I hear you.” Seongje's voice is calm. So calm it births a sliver of hope inside you: Maybe he'll just accept the money and you might actually be free. You could go back to being a girl forgotten by the rest of the world but this time, it'd be on your own terms. You'd love to be invisible again. Invisible girls don't get extorted like this.
“It's just… I'm really sensitive-”
The very moment those words leave his mouth, the moment a glimmer of a smile flits onto your lips, Seongje delivers a bone-cracking punch to the man's jaw.
You gasp and cup your mouth with both hands. Shocked.
The man slumps over, face hitting the floor. Knocked out cold.
“This is interesting.” Seongje says but you can't look away at the man laying on the ground. His body twitches periodically until there's barely any movement at all. Were you looking at someone passed out or were you staring at a corpse?
Soengje doesn't care about either outcome because he's already lighting a cigarette, standing as if pondering something else entirely.
“Where'd you get this money from?”
“D-Does-” you swallow thickly, “-it matter?”
He nods his head slightly before sticking the cigarette on the tip of his lips, “I could buy a million cig packs with this. The good kind too,” he chuckles, “Fuck, I could buy a fucking factory-”
“It's not that much-”
“Are you rich?” He asks suddenly, ramping up your nerves as he tucks his hands in his pockets to stalk closer towards you. “Have I been extorting a princess this whole time and I didn't know it?” You make your body an iron rod- your face cold. Something like him can't sense discomfort or he'll play with it.
“Not rich,” you say, “Just desperate…”
His feet stop directly in front of you and you keep your gaze there. Not daring to look up at him until he brings his own index finger under your chin, tilting it up.
“I like that word… Desperate.” He blows out a plume of smoke but not in your face. The small, gentlemanly act is almost laughable.
“Seongje, at this rate I'll be working for you for the rest of my life-”
“The rest of your life…” he nods slowly, looking away in a pensive manner before looking back at you, “That sounds fun, doesn't it?”
“Seongje- please just accept the money…”
“Are you calling me poor?”
“That's not what I'm saying at all and honestly, I feel like you know that's not what I'm saying-” your brows are furrowed, voice rising.
“So I'm delusional then?” He asks with a smile.
“Why do you get off on making yourself a victi-” his hand contracts around your throat and it tightens.
“Lemme stop you from saying what you wanna say because you really won't like the outcome.”
He squeezes one more time in warning before letting you go
“Why would I let you go? You're so perfect for me. We work well together.”
“Seongje, Please-”
“Shh… shh… shh…” he lets the cigarette hang off the side of his mouth before cupping both of your cheeks with both hands. He pushes back a stray braid and you tremble under the weight of not only his hands, but his gaze. His eyes are two endlessly cold voids. You don't wonder what's behind those eyes because you bet there's nothing there.
So focused, you've become, with Seongje's eyes, you barely notice his hand slithering down your neck. He feels you, touches you like he's just discovered something new…
“You've just made me more money than any of these useless scumbags ever have…” He stands closer and you watch as he opens his mouth to let the cigarette fall to the floor. You hear his foot stomp on it but your eyes are hazy with tears.
“I pride myself on being a good businessman… Letting you go?” He tsks, “That's not very good business.”
“Please, Seongje-”
“I do believe in rewards though so…” he lets his hand roam lower and lower. On its way down, he squeezes you tit through your shirt, causing a small gasp to slip through.
“Is it okay?” He asks in a low voice, “That im touching you like this?”
He waits patiently for a response that never comes. Truth is, you're completely and utterly overwhelmed. Caught in a web of feeling good and fucking terrible.
A tear falls.
“Shh,” he pats down your hair while all too slyly inching his hand up your skirt. “Seongje will make you feel better-”
You could tell him to stop, but your mind is clouded with all sorts of contradictions. You can't lie some more and say you don't find him even a little bit attractive. Isn't it fucking terrible how that works? This man has tormented you and yet-
“You're so wet, Princess,” you open your legs wider, only flinching when his fingers rub against your clothed cunt. You don't have the energy to look up at him, but you notice the visceral reaction his body is having from all this.
Over his shoulder, you notice the bloodied man unconscious on the floor.
“You just became wetter-” he whispers into your ear before cursing ever so lightly as his finger pushes aside your panties. You notice his movements becoming less controlled, far more hungry and you begin to pull away.
“Say it.” He urges, before fisting your neck in one tight grip. “I need you to say it.”
In a moment that feels unreal, Seongje pushes you backwards, forcing your feet into motion until he has you firmly pressed against a wall. “Say we work well together- tell me-”
You can't very well say much of anything because he's already sinking his index and middle finger into your cunt. Your mouth flies open and you're caught in a silent cry.
“Fuck- Look at how well we work together…” he says, bringing his fingers up to the light. He watches your slick coat, his fingers and something in you coils with disgust and immense pleasure.
His eyes immediately snap to you the second a small moan croaks out.
“F-Fuck-” you gulp in all the air you possibly can when his grip around your throat loosens. There's absolutely no space between you as he crowds you against the wall, staring down at you with the bad fluorescents reflecting against his glasses.
“You don't get to do that… You don't quit on me. I quit on you.” He's forcing his hand between your legs, this time he fucks you properly. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and a tear falls.
“Say sorry.” He taunts with another manic smile flitting across his face, “I want you to take my fingers and tell me how sorry you are-”
“F-Fuck Seongje-” your hips snap awards and you stare up at him with watery eyes- watery eyes that havr his cocktail straining against his pants. He brings you in close by the nape of your neck while he forces you down until your clit meets the palm of his hand.
“You keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna cum. And I hate cumming first.”
“Shit…” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you force yourself to grind down on his fingers. His hand around your throat is the only thing keeping you somewhat upright. You've slipped into that mental soace where you'll embarrass yourself to achieve orgasm. You needed this.
And him.
“What a greedy slut, huh? Tell me you're done with me. I want you to say it again-”
You can't say much of anything because you grab ahold of his wrist, keeping his fingers inside you as your orgasm crests and breaks.
You're screaming wildly, devoid of all rational thought, unprepared by the fact that a bleeding man still lays forgotten on the cold floor. All you feel is him. Jts all him and its suffocating.
You've quite literally found yourself in the clutches of a sadist and he's guiding You gently through your orgasm… patting your head down lightly like you were a delicate baby bird.
synopsis: seongje turning into a whining pathetic masochist after his girl slaps him in an argument. lol.
cw: MDNI, aged up obviously, slapping, spitting, choking, biting, handjob, thigh riding, overstimulation, masochism, sadism, seongje crying lowkey, pet names
you wanted to see him like this. it was rare but the rarity of it was what got you going; seeing seongje below you, whimpering like a pathetic dog. you were in complete control and there was nothing more you enjoyed than abusing it.
after an aggravating argument with the poor guy under you, you lost your composure, ready to walk out of the door until seongje grabbed your wrists, dragging you back into his room. his domineering presence, threatening and intimidating, pushing you against a wall. in times like these, you felt helpless. you hated how he towered over you with that malicious glint in his eyes, teasing at you, pointing a finger at you with that shit-eating cheshire grin on his face. the smell of cigarettes clawed at your throat, punching you in the lungs. and that’s all seongje needed to have you cornered and submit to him.
but today, today was not the day. today he failed to do that. today you were the one to push at his chest until you cornered him into a wall and when he tried to stop your one hand, you used the other to slap his face. you didn’t mean to be violent nor did you mean to hurt him. you were just overwhelmed with the heat in the room and your anger and just him.
it was just one painful slap.
that one painful slap turned something in your boyfriend. something dark. something dangerous. as if he were possessed by a demon, his head slapped to the side, he laughed, adams’s apple bobbing and shoulders shaking. when he turned to you, your stomach churned in fear and anticipation— a sadistic coil. you were enjoying it. so was he.
“did you just slap me, sweetheart?” he raised a brow, that same snarky glint in his eyes.
“i did.” you breathed, staggering a little back from him seeing the maniacal, livid look in his eyes that could devastate a whole audience.
“my baby girl just hit me.” he stated to himself.
his eyes dead on you. the shift in atmosphere weighed down on you. it was hot and fuzzy and you couldn’t ignore the desire and need in your stomach from the way he gazed at you. seongje tilted his head back with a airy chuckle before coming to an abrupt stop. another look at your eyes and then at your lips.
“do it again.” he ordered, “slap me.”
“w-what?” you wavered, unsure of what just came out of your boyfriend’s mouth.
with another step back you watched him pull himself off against the wall to lunge at you. no second to breathe or grasp onto what just happened, seongje was onto you. he bit your bottom lip with a low groan. he glided his tongue over the bite before smacking another kiss to your parted mouth. it was more a kiss to your teeth than it was to your lips that were slightly trembling from the shock. he pulled away, breathless and red, sweat forming on his temple. a swift slide of his fingers and his glasses were off and thrown onto the night stand.
“don’t make me ask again, y/n.” he purred, his breath tickling your cheeks, “slap me.”
it took you a minute to register it all and you came to the realization that he’d probably do anything to get slapped in the face by his pretty girlfriend right now and you’d take advantage of that. take advantage of him. work him dry.
“what if i said no?” you asked, biting your bottom lip gentler than seongje had.
seongje tilted his head to the side in amusement, a low chuckle barreling in his chest, the fluorescent light revealed the red mark from your palm on his chisled face. his jaw was taut. that hunger in his eyes only raging by the second. every breath he took came out shallow as if he were holding himself back. you jutted your jaw out in false confidence, wanting to tease him more; get on his nerves until he broke.
“geum seongje. if you want me to slap you get on the bed.” you demanded with a light nudge on his shoulder.
you stood face-to-face with him with a smirk threatening to creep up your face. you enjoyed the slight, barely noticeable surprise in his face. it turned you on.
“don’t make me ask again, seongje.” you mocked him, “get on the bed.”
“okay. whatever you say, darling.” he complied with a nod and a smirk.
once he was on the edge of the bed, you swiftly straddled his laps, pushing him in the shoulders until he fell flat on his back with a low cuss. he raised a brow in question, amused, watching you crawl over him. your hair falling over his face as you bit his earlobe, a low teasing moan escaping your lips. by now, you could feel his hard-on pressing the side of your inner thigh through his sweatpants. you used your knees to push it down on his cock, earning a low groan.
“what do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, snaking his hands over your waist to stop you but you pinch him away earning another pained groan.
“you wanted this. so, take it.” you spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing his hard on with your hand “you’re so hard. just by this? you’re pathetic.”
“fuck— are you—“ you undo the strings in his sweat pants, pulling it down with his boxers, springing his twitching cock free.
pre-cum dropped from his tip, causing you to giggle. you sat between his thigh, lightly rubbing your clothed clit against it.
thwack.
you spit on your hands, making a lubricant to use to rub on his hot cock. your strokes are slow and calculated, your fists balling on his cock as you pumped agonizingly low. seongje’s brows furrowed in frustration wanting more. he bucked his hips into your fist only to get slapped in the face. hard.
“sh-shit, baby, could you go faster?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“tsk. that’s not how you ask, now is it?” you tutted, shaking your head in teasing disappointment “say please like a good boy. hmm?”
you stopped moving your hands. waiting for his plead. continuing to rub yourself against his thigh.
“p-please.” his voice came out ragged and broken. you slapped him in the face again, his face turning red. his hair a tousled mess.
“say it louder, boy.” you urged. relishing in the desperate look in his eyes. he looked completely gone.
“fuck— please— go faster!” he begged swallowing hard.
“atta boy.” you took that chance to grab his throat with one hand to squeeze it hard with no mercy until he started to audibly choke and gasp. with the other hand you started stroking harsher and faster, making him twitch and whimper with a choke.
you squeezed his cock harder and his throat. thumbing his tip to make him more sensitive, his eyelashes lined with tears that you had never seen before and your thighs clenched agaist his thighs, rubbing onto your clit in an overwhelmingly hot sensation that made you moan a little too loud. seongje struggled in your hold, gasping for air when you let go of his throat. relentlessly, you pumped his cock upwards and down until hot, white spurts of cum splattered out onto your wrists and hand. but you didn’t stop. you forced your weight onto him, riding his thighs until you reached your own climax and closed your eyes to feel the sensation take over you. your panties were soaking wet, clit sensitive causing you to twitch and writhe over your sensitive boyfriend who looked like he was about to cry.
tears and drool fell down his beautiful face. his brown hair a mess, and his taunting smirk replaced with parted lips that released whimpers and low, guttural groans. he tried to grab onto your wrist one more time only to get slapped hard in the face by you. your hands pumped mercilessly on his cock, his body twitching and shaking from overstimulation.
a cry escaped his lips “gosh, y/n. slap me again. i love it when you slap me. please.”
“yeah? you like it? open your mouth.” you said, bringing your hand up to his throat. he complied, opening his mouth. a glob of your spit trickled sloppily down his mouth, some of it splattering onto his bottom lips “swallow.”
he swallowed hard, an embarrassing high-pitched moan leaving his mouth as he pleaded for you to slap him and you did. he pleaded again. slap. slap. slap.
“o-oh my god—ngh—“ he gasped with every sensation that struck every vein in his body, “feel s’good. fuck— just like that, baby, just like that.”
“f-fuck—i’m gonna— i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna cum!” he whined, holding onto your wrist for support. his eyes rolled back, mouth parting open into a silent moan. his deep voice now a pitch higher.
he came undone for a second time. bucking his hips up into your fist in desperate attempt to ground himself.
a thick rod of his white cum spurt out of his veiny cock. seongje drawled out a long shuddering sigh, whimpering thanks yous. his face contorting from the soreness of getting slapped over and over. poor boy looked used up. flushed red and droopy eyed. seongje laid breathless and used up below. a look of surrender making its way into his eyes as if to say “you won”. the asshole smirk of his wiped right off.
hi r u doing smut fics? but anyways if u do pls make about how whc 2 characters would react if you give them a bj 🤭
anyways i luv ur whc fics keep it up thanks xoxo
weak hero class headcanons — going down on the boys of weak hero class 🔞
synopsis — how the boys of whc... well, anon’s ask is pretty self-explanatory
pairing/s — (all the whc boys here are in senior year/18+) sieun x reader, suho x reader, baku x reader, gotak x reader, juntae x reader, baekjin x reader, seongje x reader, beomseok x reader
a/n — >< everyone’s been waiting for something a bit more... out there for the whc boys, and since i rarely do smut, this was definitely a challenge !! i hope everyone has a fun time. disclaimer: this is pure smut, mdni. if you’re a minor in the taglist, don’t interact pls. i removed who i know are under 18, but might have missed some.
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⤷ yeon sieun
he doesn’t say a word when you kneel, just watches you with that intense, unreadable stare. it’s not until your lips wrap around him that his breath hitches—barely audible, but sharp. his fingers curl into the arm of the couch, the only giveaway that he’s actually unraveling.
you go slow, wanting to see what kind of reactions you can pull from him. he swallows hard. his thigh twitches. then, finally, a sound—low and breathy: “don’t stop.” he doesn’t guide you. doesn’t push. but when his hand cups your jaw, there’s something raw in it—like he’s grounding himself with you. he finishes with a tight exhale, eyes fluttering shut, and when he comes back down, he murmurs, “come here,” like he’s desperate to hold you, to take back the control he just gave up.
⤷ ahn suho
he watches you kneel in front of him, his expression shifting from surprised to almost amused. “you sure about this, baby?” he asks, voice still calm, but you can hear the hint of anticipation beneath it.
but the moment your mouth wraps around him, his teasing demeanor fades. “f-fuck—wait—” his hand flies to your hair instinctively, not rough but firm, guiding you just the way he wants. his hips buck upward just a little as he tries to hold himself together, but it's clear he's losing it.
"shit, you feel so good," he groans, voice thick with need. “y-you’re gonna make me—” he cums with a sharp gasp, eyes fluttering shut, his grip tightening in your hair as he shudders. afterward, he pulls you up into his arms, kissing the top of your head with a soft laugh.
“you have no idea what you just did to me,” he whispers, his breath still unsteady, holding you close like he never wants to let go.
⤷ park humin (baku)
“oh my god, wait, wait—holy shit—” he’s already whining before you even start, half laughing, half panicking. you press your mouth to his length and he melts, one hand flying to his hair like he needs to pull it to stay conscious.
he talks through the whole thing—loud, flustered, ridiculous. “you’re so hot, oh my god, i can’t—babe, babe—your mouth is actually insane—” he keeps trying to look down at you, like he doesn’t want to miss a second. every time you suck a little harder, he moans like he’s being possessed.
“i’m gonna cum, oh fuck, i’m—ah, shit—” he whimpers, hand flying down to cover his mouth as you take all of him in. afterward, he lies flat on the bed, panting. “i literally saw god. was that even real? or did i hallucinate?”
⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)
he doesn’t say a word—just watches you silently, jaw clenched. when your lips wrap around him, he inhales sharply through his nose, gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles go white. his voice comes out low and strained—“don’t tease. if you’re gonna do it, do it.” and when you take him deeper, a groan rumbles out of his chest—so deep it makes your thighs clench.
he doesn’t fuck your throat, doesn’t move much at all—but you can feel the tension in his body like a live wire. he cums with a stifled grunt, holding your head there as he spills down your throat. afterward, he leans back, breathing heavy, eyes glazed. “…fuck. that was something else.”
⤷ seo juntae
he looks like he might pass out when you kneel—eyes wide, hands flying up like he’s about to protest but forgets how. “w-wait, you don’t have to—i mean, if you want to, i’m not gonna stop you, but—” and then your mouth is on him and he chokes on a gasp. his hands hover awkwardly in the air for a second before he grips the blanket, knuckles white.
“ohmygod—th-that feels—” his voice is high, barely coherent, broken between moans and shaky breaths. you glance up and his face is flushed, lip caught between his teeth, eyes behind his glasses already watering. he cums with a whimper, hips bucking up with his thighs trembling, immediately covering his face. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to go that fast, i just—holy shit, you’re really good at that.”
⤷ na baekjin
he doesn’t speak when you kneel, but his expression changes—sharpening, almost curious. maybe a little hungry. he stays perfectly still as your mouth wraps around him, but his breathing falters, eyes darkening as he watched his length disappear against your lips, hand twitching once before it settles gently on your head. he groans—quiet but intense, jaw clenching every time your tongue swirls around him. “fuck,” he mutters under his breath, hand tightening in your hair.
you feel his thighs tense under your touch, and his voice breaks when he tells you, “just like that.” his body shivering as you hollow your cheeks. he cums with a gasp, hips barely jerking, breath catching like he didn’t expect it to hit so fast. after, he helps you up, kisses you slow and deep, he touches your jaw gently and pulls you into his arms, forehead to yours and whispers, “thank you, darling.” like you just saved his life.
⤷ geum seongje
he smirks the moment you drop to your knees, eyes glinting with something dark. “damn, baby. didn’t think you had it in you.” but when your mouth sinks down on him, that smirk vanishes—replaced by a look that’s feral.
his hand fists your hair, not rough at first, but when you moan around him? he pulls—hard. “fuck—keep doing that,” he growls, “you look so good like this. fuck, you’re mine.” keeping you there as his hips twitch forward. he pulls—not to hurt you, but to keep you there, like he needs it. his other hand wraps around the back of your neck, firm and possessive, holding you close as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth.
“look at me,” he growls. “i said—look.” his pupils are blown wide, gaze locked on yours like you’ve got him under a spell. “you’re fucking perfect like this,” he pants. “mine. you get that? mine.”
“fuck, you’re gonna make me—” he cums with a sharp gasp, head tilting back as his muscles tighten, breath ragged. the moan he lets out is raw, needy, almost desperate—the kind that lingers in your ears long after.
and afterward, he yanks you into his lap, kissing you sloppily, breathing you in like he needs you to live. “don’t ever do that for anyone else,” he whispers against your lips, “i’ll lose my fucking mind.”
⤷ oh beomseok
he stares when you kneel in front of him—eyes wide behind his glasses, mouth slightly parted like he can’t believe what’s about to happen. “a-are you… really gonna—?” his voice is so quiet, it barely comes out. he shifts back on the bed like he doesn’t know where to put his hands. but he doesn’t stop you—he can’t. and the moment you wrap your lips around him, he breaks. “f-fuck—wait—” his head falls back instantly, a choked gasp punching out of him as his fingers grasp at the sheets.
his glasses slide down a bit, his breath stuttering as the heat rushes straight to his face. he whimpers when you take him deeper, soft and sharp, his thighs trembling slightly as he tries so hard not to move. “you look so good like this,” he pants. “fuck, you’re gonna make me—” he cums suddenly, hips twitching up into your mouth before he can warn you. it’s high-pitched, needy, almost embarrassed as he moans through it—his glasses fogged, his whole body tensed and shaking. afterward, he reaches for you with trembling hands, pulling you against his chest like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “how am i supposed to act normal after that?” his usually deep voice is slightly higher now, still recovering from the high.
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